Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

In the early morning, Wu Zhen went up to ask Sherlock to have breakfast, opened the door, and saw Sherlock lying on the sofa curled up, face up.Wu Zhen felt a bit like the cat in her old home lazily basking in the sun.

"Really, bring the pen on the table."

Wu Zhen found a pen on a table with various editions of newspapers, and threw it to Sherlock.

Sherlock reached out to catch it, and glanced at it.

"It's not this, it's a voice recorder, play it when you find it."

Wu Zhen impatiently rummaged through the newspaper again, and found a pen with buttons that ordinary pens did not have.One press, and the sound comes out—this is a voice recorder disguised as a pen.

The voice inside is French.

It is probably a message from a previous case that Sherlock took on, or the information sent by someone who wanted him to handle the case. If it were an ongoing case, he would not be so leisurely lying on the sofa without any information at hand. Something that stimulates the nerves.This unscientific.

Sherlock lay on the sofa and turned his head, looked at Wu Zhen's face, and said:

"Ask any questions."

"I think I know the answer. You called me here to get the recorder?"

"Hmm," Sherlock said, "Not quite."

Sherlock moved on the sofa, took out the mobile phone from his pants pocket, and threw it to Wu Zhen.

"...Mr. Sherlock, if you break your phone again, I won't lend you it again."

Sherlock smiled softly: "Really, do you think I can't find your whereabouts without installing a tiny tracker on your phone?"

Wu Zhen picked up a glass of water and looked carefully at Sherlock's cell phone.

"Mr. Sherlock, do you have something important in your phone?"

Sherlock sat up, trying to read something in her eyes.

His shadow is reflected in the pure black, obsidian-like pupils.

Sherlock saw that Wu Zhen was holding the phone with two slender fingers instead, and the water in her hand was right under the phone.

Sherlock: "...Really, there is a database of the entire England and the detailed information and whereabouts of each ambassador. Do you know how serious the consequences of destroying it are..."

Wu Zhen still looked too serious: "Oh, it's like this."

The two fingers holding the phone began to shake, and the phone seemed to fall into the water with a "plop" at any moment.

"...Really, destroy it and Mycroft will go nuts. I'd love to see that, but..."

"uh-huh."

Sherlock stopped talking, and stared at her instead, with infinite affection in his smoky gray pupils, he is really a natural actor, trying to use beauty tricks to save Wu Zhen from his cell phone.

"Mr. Sherlock, you know, this trick doesn't work for me, you know what I want."

Wu Zhen smiled and clicked his tongue twice.If she had free hands now, she really wanted to put on a victory gesture.

"Really, can you bear it?"

"Oh sir, I have the heart to let the great all-powerful Mr. Sherlock Holmes watch his dear cell phone die, and it would be nice to see him weeping, so that he can remember that his neighbor's privacy is sacred. Non infringeable."

There was the sound of a police car outside the window, and there were often police cars whizzing by on Baker Street, but Wu Zhen didn't care about it.

Sherlock returned to his indifferent look, lowered his head slightly, and said:

"Okay, I swear I won't follow you anymore."

Wu Zhen gave a small cheer, put down the water glass, and threw the phone to Sherlock who was standing in front of the sofa.

Sherlock caught the phone, threw it back, and the phone landed safely on the sofa. He stepped forward and caught Wu Zhen who was slackening in the cheers.

Wu Zhen has practiced martial arts, and his physical sensitivity is higher than that of ordinary people. As soon as Sherlock got close to Wu Zhen, he reacted, blocked the hook up and down, but was caught off guard by Sherlock, who had faced real swords and guns with rich experience in actual combat. The people fell to the carpet together.Sherlock turned over quickly when he was about to fall on the floor, and became Wu Zhen's meat shield.

When the dust settled, Wu Zhen woke up from the sneak attack and found himself lying on top of Sherlock, and Sherlock turned around and reversed the situation.

"I remember that an English gentleman would not lay hands on an elegant lady."

Sherlock leaned into Wu Zhen's ear and said, "Remember, I'm not a nice man, I'm a high-functioning anti-social element."

Wu Zhen gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and reversed the situation again.But this posture, it's almost like... she threw herself on Sherlock.

how is this possible.

With a serious face, Wu Zhen raised her legs and wanted to stand up, but accidentally discovered that this posture was more like she threw Sherlock on him, and then sat on him...

Sherlock looked at her calmly.

"What do you want to do?"

Wu Zhen felt that his sanity was about to collapse: "I... didn't do it on purpose."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Wu Pan's voice came from outside.

"Really, you are here, our professor wants me to go..."

The door opened wide, and Wu Pan bit his tongue.Mrs. Hudson, Constable Lestrade, and Mycroft followed.

Is everyone here?

Wu Pan: "My sister...you are so fierce."

He thought it was Sherlock who was interested in Wu Zhen, but he didn't expect it... Tsk tsk.

Wu Zhen felt that he would no longer have the face in front of everyone.

Mycroft had a black umbrella hanging on his arm, and he smiled enigmatically.

"Well, well. My dear brother, what do you want me to say about you."

Sherlock said without emotion, "Go away."

The people at the door retreated with a huff. Wu Pan was the first to rush to the stairs, with a strange and unpredictable smile. Mycroft descended the stairs gracefully. It was Mrs. Hudson who kindly closed the door.

Sherlock propped up his upper body, picked up Wu Zhen whose body was still still, put him on the carpet, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

Then he watched Wu Zhen cover his face slowly, silently and soundlessly.

"at this point."

"Shut up, Sherlock!" Wu Zhen said angrily.

"Do you know that if Wu Pan knows, it means that my parents know? Do you know that if my parents know, it means that all my relatives know? I have been throwing my face from England to my hometown in China. You must know that before I The image of her has always been that of a good girl!"

"Good girl? You?"

"My parents hope that I will always be obedient, obedient and sensible."

"And yet you love adventure, and danger. Really, have you ever been yourself?"

Wu Zhen fell silent.

"I don't know if this is me. I have been like this in front of my parents for more than ten years. I love them and don't want them to be frightened by the sudden change of their daughter. They are very traditional people in their bones and cannot accept too much. changes, it was torture for them."

"Oh, I think I should teach my assistant what is called a bird out of the cage." Sherlock squatted down, with a slender body and a very natural posture.

yes.Wu Zhen thought in a daze.What he does is free, he is free, he is free from the eyes of worldly prejudice, immersed in the case, so happy.

She envied this happiness.

And she is a person who lives in the eyes of others, and has always been like this.

Sherlock stared at her.

It was the first time that Wu Zhen saw in Sherlock's eyes that he treated a person so seriously, instead of a case that he was very interested in.

Maybe, she is special in his heart?

Wu Zhen rubbed the corners of her eyes, she is special, so what?

"Why did you suddenly become so...gentle?"

Sherlock snorted: "My assistant is emotional, shouldn't I coax her?"

Wu Zhen: "It's pretty good."

"But, I'm telling the truth."

Sherlock said: "I told you before that I have no friends, but I actually have one."

"Is it Dr. John?"

"Mrs. Hudson told you."

"She said he was a respectable doctor."

"It is true, he thinks he is my only friend, and it is."

"I haven't seen you contacted before."

"He's married, doesn't have that much time, and we're just friends."

The afternoon at 221c is so dark that it makes people sleepy, and the sunlight is filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving only a thin layer of light.They knelt on the floor, the dome of the house suddenly rose, and Sherlock's side face showed a lonely and mocking smile.

It's not that he doesn't know loneliness.

People who abandon their own feelings are still human after all.

It is impossible for people to completely abandon their feelings, they can only suppress, and suppress the loneliness in their hearts with a force that they can't even imagine.

What does it feel like to be alone? It's crying in the dark, it's the desolation of the heart, it's in the crowd, in the sunset, leaning against the iron fence, watching others laughing, and the whole family is happy.You shuttle through the crowd, what a lively place.

Everything has nothing to do with you.

Are all beings in the world unable to catch up with their own footsteps, are they just as lonely as being cut off from the world?

Just like her.

At this moment, Wu Zhen understood a little.

Fortunately, Wu Zhen still has Wu Pan.

As for Sherlock, he has no one to rely on except a brother who occasionally cares about him.

Wu Zhen seemed to give him an oath, saying: "If you want, we can be friends."

Sherlock shook his chest slightly, his pupils narrowed slightly, and a word came out of his lips.

"girlfriend?"

Wu Zhen felt that this word was wrong. In English, "female friend" and "girlfriend" are pronounced the same word, but the meanings are quite different, but it is correct to pronounce it this way.

Wu Zhen said solemnly: "Yes."

Sherlock emphasized: "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Wu Zhen solemnly said again: "I am willing."

"Magad." Sherlock leaned forward, hugged Wu Zhen's soft body, buried his chin in the hollow of her shoulder, where Wu Zhen couldn't see, his lonely expression no longer existed, and the corner of his mouth curled into a triumphant smile.

plan, pass.

His little neighbor was surprisingly soft-hearted.

How could such a person be let go so easily.