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

"Don't move." Sherlock said words like gold. After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that only two words were not convincing, so he added, "If you don't want to waste all your efforts, don't move."

There are no potholes on the road, and the driver of the special car is also highly skilled, and the car runs very smoothly, which makes Sherlock, who is fiddling with his hair behind, more comfortable.

It didn't take long for the front bangs to be braided, and Sherlock continued to braid the braid around the hair, forming a bud-shaped circle.

And Aurora sat upright uncomfortably, not daring to move anymore.

Except for her mother, Su Liushuang, there was only one person who combed her messy hair, and that was her brother Aubrey.They were in the Room of Requirement next to the hallway on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, and Aubrey was helping her with her hair, using his hand as a comb.

He said: "Lola, if the person you are looking for can comb your hair like me, I can barely trust you to him." After that, he gave her a meaningful look.

Then seeing that Aurora didn't care, she said to her seriously: "Remember what I said today, Lola."

Why did she suddenly think of this?At this moment, Aurora wanted to shake her head to get rid of these strange thoughts, but Sherlock had just told her not to move around, so she had to stiffen her neck and maintain the same posture.

Sherlock had already braided the braid to the end of his hair, fixed it with another hair rope around his wrist, and stuffed the fixed braid into the middle bud.Aurora clearly felt him sitting behind her remove the pearl hairpin from the skirt of the white shirt, and fix the braid that was tucked into the middle bud.After that, Sherlock took off the neatly arranged pearl hair clips one by one, and clipped them on Aurora's hair one by one, embellishing her unique flower bud hairstyle.

It turned out that these pearl hairpins that didn't fit Sherlock's character were specially prepared for her.

Just this morning, on the way from the clothing store to Baker Street, the same two Sherlocks (did you ignore the taxi driver?) sat in the taxi, and Aurora was still wondering what happened to his coat pocket. A woman's headgear.

She always thought that in Sherlock's eyes, things like hairpins must be used to pick locks.He put these things in his pocket and carried them with him, it must be for the convenience of picking the lock at any time.Maybe when his house fell, he was poisoned by the pearl hairpin bought by Sherlock.Aurora thought bitterly at the time, her face full of resentment.

But such an exquisite hair clip is not like Sherlock bought it specially for unlocking, but it is used as a hair clip for the original purpose of holding up long hair for women.Aurora had always had such thoughts in her heart, but she was severely suppressed, because she didn't want to think that there would be such a lucky woman in this world who could be treated like this by Sherlock.

It now appears that her thinking at the time was completely correct.

And this lucky woman is herself.

When Aurora came back to her senses, Sherlock had stopped all his movements and sat a little further away from her. His clear and low voice was more distinct in the evening sky: "Turn around, let me have a look."

And Aurora blinked hard a few times, pursed her lips, wondering if she should listen to him and turn around.After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, she was probably finally mentally prepared, and suddenly turned her head back, looking straight at the person in front of her.

Sherlock's eyes are gray-blue, and sometimes they will glow a little gray-green under the reflection of different intensities of light, like a blue wave, a calm lake.Perhaps it was precisely because of the rationality he insisted on that the water in the lake was always so calm, without any turbulent waves or turbulent currents.It was like the Emerald Pool that I had read about in the book, full of green jade, with sparkling clear water, without any impurities.

Sharp and full of intelligence, without any emotion.

However, at this moment, Aurora clearly saw the dark tide surging in his eyes.The lake, which has always been calm, stirred slowly, hiding an inexplicable emotion, which was not obvious, but unusually contagious, which aroused Aurora's originally restless mood.

Sherlock was obviously sitting at the other end of the back seat of the taxi, so far away from her, but the flash of brilliance in his eyes made Aurora feel that they were so close, so close that she only needed to lean forward a little. melted into his gaze.She clearly felt that the four eyes were so close to each other, but they seemed to be so far away, so far that no matter what they did, the seemingly invisible barrier between them could be broken.

"How is it?" Aurora still felt the gradually warming atmosphere in the taxi, bit her lower lip a little uneasy, and suddenly didn't dare to continue to look at Sherlock like this, and looked away in a panic, Staring at a point in the air that didn't exist, he asked.

Seeing her reaction, Sherlock couldn't help feeling a little funny, and looked away like Aurora, cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, and replied, "It's pretty nice."

After saying this, he turned his head to look at the street scene outside the window, and did not continue chatting with Aurora.

Aurora lowered her head, thinking that Sherlock would say something else, but she didn't hear the following for a long time, so she carefully glanced at the person next to her, not wanting him to catch her gaze, and found that he hadn't said this Planning to continue the topic, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.However, at the same time, she was even more entangled with what Sherlock said just now.

She's pretty, do you mean her hairstyle, or herself?

Did Sherlock praise the flower buds he combed himself, or her?

This man must have made his words so ambiguous and meaningless on purpose, Aurora thought bitterly.

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The car stopped at the gate of a manor, and Sherlock got out of the car with his long legs first, and quickly walked to the other side to show a gentleman's demeanor, and opened the door for Aurora.However, at this time, Aurora had already opened the car door by herself, and one leg had already stepped out.

"Women have to wait for the men in the same car to open the door for them. This will appear more reserved, and it is also the most basic etiquette." Seeing that Aurora had already opened the car door by herself, Sherlock frowned, as if to treat her like this behavior is somewhat dissatisfied.

Aurora ignored him, pulled up her skirt and got out of the car.Just hearing a "bang", she slammed the taxi's door hard.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what restraint is." Aurora, who was walking on high heels, was about the same height as Sherlock, raised her chin and looked at him, with a feeling of looking down, and said with curled lips, "And I'm I studied biology and chemistry in college, I learned fighting and shooting in MI[-], but I never learned manners."

After finishing speaking, he directly grabbed Sherlock's arm and walked to the front yard.

"You have to wait for me to stretch out my arm first." Sherlock reminded somewhat helplessly.

"I don't see any difference between the two, and the results are not the same." Aurora didn't think so, curled her lips, and walked forward with Sherlock on her arm.

"So you think it doesn't matter what the process is as long as the result is what you want, don't you?" Sherlock lowered his eyes, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked.

"Yes." Aurora is not as calm and composed as she appears now, but a little nervous, not only because this task is too important, but also because of the person beside her who is talking to her.

Every time she gets nervous, her judgment will drop, and her speech will always reveal flaws. This is Aurora's habitual problem.When Sherlock mentioned her family intentionally or unintentionally before, which aroused Aurora's nervous emotions, she would always catch loopholes in her words that would not normally appear.

So now Aurora didn't think much at all, and answered Sherlock's question very simply, but she regretted it as soon as she said it.She knew Sherlock well, he never asked meaningless questions, and she could even predict what he would say next.

"So, like Liam said," Sherlock paused a bit, realizing he had mispronounced Lestrade's name, and corrected, "I mean Greg. Like he said That way, whoever solves the case first can find out the truth and arrest the murderer, so why do you have to fight with me over who should come first?"

Hearing Sherlock subconsciously correct her wrong name, Aurora couldn't help but feel a little moved. His figure was reflected in her eyes, and her expression flashed a moment of trance and confusion.

Everyone in the world knows that Sherlock has never been able to remember Lestrade's name, and after being corrected continuously, he doesn't know how to correct it at all. He will suddenly go crazy because his name is called wrong at first. Inspector Scotland Yard, at the end of the day, acquiesced that he was "Liam" or "Bradley" in his mouth, and stopped arguing.

Sherlock was able to remember Lestrade's name because of her, and Aurora has never forgotten this, and she even remembers the scene of that day clearly.

Aurora has been working on Sherlock's bad habit of calling people by wrong names. After her unremitting efforts, Lestrade's name in Sherlock's mouth changed from "Owen" to "Bradley" and then to "Bradley". Liam," which eventually became "Greg."

"I can admit that others are better than me, but I won't accept it." Aurora's eyes dimmed, and she answered the question just now naturally, "You are right, no matter what happens, the truth will be found out, and the murderer will eventually find out." You can obey the law, but I just can't bear to see you solve the case faster than me."

Her tone was firm and unquestionable: "Catching up with you has always been my goal."

"Catching up to me has always been your goal?" Sherlock repeated what Aurora said unhurriedly, but there was a slight change in the wording.Just one word difference, but the meaning has changed a lot.

Naturally, Aurora also noticed this, snorted, and didn't answer any more.

The author has something to say:

I felt that I was blushing and heartbeating by Sherlock, and I must be the most unpromising author in history.

Quiet Mimi will tell you a little secret. In fact, the name I chose for myself after I went abroad is Aurora, and then I heard various teachers and classmates calling me Aurora at school. I am satisfied.By the way, my classmates said my name was a mouthful, so I shortened it to Alara.

Shh, don't tell Sherlock~~