[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

When Aurora put her hands into the side pockets of the large coat just now, she felt something inside through her sensitive sense of touch.In addition to the tools needed when surveying the scene such as the mini magnifying glass, there were some things that did not fit his design in Sherlock's coat pocket.

Aurora really didn't expect that there would be a woman's headgear inside.

She could feel that it was a few pearl hair clips that couldn't be simpler. The pearls were of different sizes, big and small, very unique.

Aurora wondered why there was such a thing in Sherlock's pocket, but her instinct told her not to ask.

They have returned to Baker Street now, and Aurora took off her coat and returned it to Sherlock. At this moment, she deeply felt how inconvenient it was to move around in this dress, and couldn't help but complain: "I'm wearing such a coat. Clothes, if there is any unexpected situation tonight, it is inconvenient to do it."

After hearing this, Sherlock didn't react. He reached out to take his overcoat, and replied casually: "Even if there is any emergency, you don't need to do it."

The implication behind the words is obvious. Aurora curled her lips, rolled her eyes in a signature manner, and silently completed what he said just now: Even if there is any emergency, there is no need to You do it, I can handle it alone.

Judging from the cases he has experienced in the past, JM is not an easy character to deal with, and he doesn't know where this curly-haired detective gets his confidence.

However, Aurora did not refute, and just expressed her attitude towards the remarks a little, then went home trembling.

Since Aurora was dragged out by Sherlock before she finished reading the document this morning, her next task was to lie on the sofa holding the document and finish researching it.Her reading speed is not too slow, but there are too many documents. After Aurora finished reading them all, the sun had already set reluctantly, and the sky showed a dark gray color.

Aurora put down the stack of documents, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, walked to the window and leaned on the window frame to look down.The special car that Mycroft had sent to pick her and Sherlock to the prom location arrived as scheduled, and Sherlock was already standing beside the car waiting for her.After she came back, she just looked at the documents and didn't change her clothes, so she put on a coat and went downstairs directly.

Aurora was not looking carefully at the window on the second floor just now, and she didn't see clearly what he was wearing until she stood in front of Sherlock.Her slightly curled eyelashes raised slightly rebelliously, and her eyes carefully looked at the person standing in front of her.

A pure white shirt with a black suit. There is no wrinkle in the clothes all over the body, the skirt is very flat, and there is no tie around the neck.The black and white color scheme matched well with the black diamond one-shoulder dress worn by Aurora, which made Sherlock's already sharp-edged facial contours even more stern.On the front of his white shirt were many small hairpins with pearls of different sizes, lined up, and Aurora immediately understood that these were the things she found in the pocket of Sherlock's coat this morning.The gray-blue eyes are slightly deep, and there is an unknown emotion hidden in them.

After many months, Aurora had this idea for the second time in her mind: Sherlock is a little good-looking, especially the eyes, well maybe more than a little.

"Two minutes, 48 ​​seconds, 120 three milliseconds," the timekeeper Sherlock Holmes went online again, accurate the time to milliseconds, raised his eyebrows, and asked nonchalantly, "Miss Hopps, have you seen enough?"

Aurora was obviously frightened by this statement, and immediately withdrew her undisguised gaze, shifted her gaze to the vehicles parked by the side of the road, held her breath and pretended to be calm, but her heart was beating like thunder. It may have soared to what she once said was "more than a little bit higher than the resting heart rate of 120 beats per minute".

"Enough is enough, Mr. Holmes." Aurora watched him being caught and teased by Sherlock openly. She rolled up her tongue unwillingly and licked the corners of her mouth, putting the emphasis on the second half of the sentence "Mr. Holmes" Above, said in a fit of anger.

"Since we've seen enough, let's go." Sherlock pretended not to hear the dissatisfaction in Aurora's tone, and his thin lips raised a slight arc, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers , walked to the side of the parked car, opened the door with the other hand, and then took half a step back, raising his hand in a very gentlemanly manner to let Aurora go in first.

However, Aurora didn't intend to accept this favor. She was still struggling with how to deal with Sherlock, and she didn't think about it anymore. She snorted softly, glanced at the side beside her, and insisted on asking her to get in the car. Sherlock, who made a gesture, walked to the other side of the vehicle in silence, opened the door and got into the car.

With a "bang", Aurora slammed the car door and made a loud noise.

Sherlock was not annoyed, he shrugged slightly, pretending nothing happened, and got into the car, the expression on his face was so natural that it couldn't be more natural.

Aurora didn't give Sherlock a look, she stared blankly at the street scene on the side of the road through the car window, as if she turned a blind eye to everything and turned a deaf ear to it.Just when she thought they would be silent all the way, Sherlock suddenly spoke.

Sherlock turned his head sideways, looked at Aurora's messy seaweed-like hair, twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked with disgust, "Is this how you plan to go to the ball?"

Aurora, who had been turning her head to look at the street scene, didn't know what he was referring to when she heard the words. She turned her head reflexively and noticed Sherlock's eyes staring at her hair before she realized what he meant. I didn't think there was anything wrong with loose hair, after all, I have always been like this, so I raised my chin and asked, "How?"

"If those people want to observe the type, color and degree of curling of the seaweed, there is no need to come to the ball, just go to any seaside and you can see it." Sherlock's drooping eyelashes were raised, and his tone was flat , the voice was not disturbed, as if it was just stating a fact that had nothing to do with the previous conversation.

But Aurora knew that Sherlock was laughing at how unkempt her hair was, like seaweed entangled with each other, disorganized.She was not very angry at first, and she was even more unconvinced at this moment. She imitated his way of speaking in a strange way, and said, "If Mr. Sherlock Holmes is willing to use your brain that never stops thinking at that moment, allow me, a humble little person, to occupy you." A small corner of your vast mind palace should know that I have always had loose hair, and should also deduce that I don't comb my hair very well."

Aurora admitted very generously that she didn't know how to tie her hair, and there was a sense of pride in her tone instead of shame. By the way, she mocked Sherlock's proud observation and judgment. Not even such a simple fact can be seen.

Sherlock was not as annoyed as Aurora expected, but said with confidence and a very certain tone: "You don't know how to tie your hair, of course I know."

"Oh?" Aurora didn't say anything more to refute him, but used a simple tone particle and a properly raised ending sound to express her doubts about Sherlock's words just now.

"Turn around." Sherlock didn't want to continue arguing, and deeply implemented the essence of the sentence "The most powerful evidence is not words, but actions", intending to use actions as the proof that he has already seen this point. proof.

Aurora tilted her head and thought for a moment, but she didn't guess what Sherlock wanted to do, so she still sat facing him, indifferent to the unclear words he said just now.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Sherlock thought it was because Aurora didn't hear clearly, so he moved a little closer, and repeated what he said just now without haste: "Turn around."

Aurora originally wanted to put on a posture of "you told me to turn around, I will obediently turn around", but she clearly felt that there was a power in Sherlock's voice that was extremely bewitching.A soft voice came from the ear, as if it came from a very far away place, Sherlock's breath sprayed on the earlobe, smudged like ink, and caused layers of ripples in her heart.

She felt a dark tide surging in her chest, and she was a little at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously obeyed Sherlock's instructions, and turned her head away.

Then Aurora felt that Sherlock seemed to take something out of his pocket, but he didn't know what kind of thing it was.However, this question did not puzzle her for too long. When she felt that someone was combing her hair, she immediately understood that the object was a comb, and it was most likely a wooden comb.I don't know if it's Aurora's illusion, but when the comb teeth brushed gently, she seemed to smell the smell of logs, as if she had returned to her childhood.

Although her mother Su Liushuang has always treated her like a guest, she combs her hair every day with a wooden comb brought here from her hometown of China, and puts on a variety of hair accessories. , and all have Chinese classical flavor and characteristics.There are unpretentious mahogany hairpins, small hollowed-out lotus-leaf hairpins, and delicate and gorgeous fringed hairpins.This also led to the fact that Aurora did not comb her hair by herself when she was a child, so she has not learned it until now.

The feeling of the comb teeth gently grazing the scalp stopped. Sherlock took a hair tie from her wrist and tied her into a higher ponytail. He took two locks of hair from the ponytail, and another hair from the front bangs. Take a strand and put them together to make a twist braid.

Aurora originally thought that he would comb his hair and tie a simple ponytail at most, but she didn't expect Sherlock to braid such a complicated hairstyle.Surprised, but also a little nervous, she felt a puff of air stuck in her heart, unable to inhale or exhale.She struggled to turn her head back, but Sherlock stopped her.

"Don't move." Sherlock said with care.

The author has something to say:

This is white granulated sugar, no doubt, if you talk about it, you have to be sugary, and you will do what you say.

Let me tell you secretly, in fact, not only do I not pick clothes like Miss Lola, but I also don’t know how to comb my hair. I can wear a ponytail, not even a simple braid.And high school students can only have short hair. I have been committed to growing long hair since I went abroad. Unfortunately, the time is too short and it is not too long now.

I plan to practice with my roommate's hair recently, and learn how to braid it first.