Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

absolute.

Wu Zhen felt that he should have gotten used to this, otherwise how could he be calm and a little excited now.

"How did you do it?"

"I hacked into their monitoring system." Sherlock added, "It's very easy, they haven't noticed yet."

When the two walked out of the edge of the screen, Sherlock called up the interface with his fingers and lit up the next screen. The nurse and the doctor were talking face to face, but the nurse was smiling happily.

"Is there no sound?"

"You may have."

Sherlock glanced at Wu Zhen inexplicably, and pressed his finger twice on the phone.

A muffled voice came from the phone.

[Will you go to your house or mine this weekend? 】

[It's better to go outside. 】

[It's settled, let's go to a movie first. 】

The nurse put one hand in the pocket of the nurse uniform and waved goodbye with the other.Walk down the corridor with small, easy steps.There was no nurse on the screen of the mobile phone. The nurse appeared at the corner of the corridor where they were, and said loudly in a good mood: "What are you doing crowded together?"

Visit your life event in progress.

Wu Zhen smiled a bit surreptitiously, this smile came from someone who had just seen someone who was not a secret but she knew nothing about before.

Sherlock deeply felt that Wu Zhen had been led astray by him, well, that's good.

They will have unified values.

The nurse walked up to Wu Zhen and took back the case.

Sherlock turned off the phone screen.

The day of volunteering is over.

Sherlock received a case he was interested in at night, so he lost track of time and woke up Wu Zhen with a phone call in the middle of the night.Wu Zhen, who was half asleep and half awake, heard Sherlock say on the phone:

"Come on, go upstairs."

Wu Zhen touched the darkness and turned on the bedside light, her eyes adapted to the light, she looked at the flashing "Sherlock" on the screen of her mobile phone, with a dull expression and an angry heart, she pressed the hang up button, and went upstairs in her pajamas with loose hair, The key opens the door of Sherlock's room,

Sherlock sat on the sofa, curled up and sat upright, with a serious expression and a slight frown.The well-articulated hands stretched out very naturally, without guilt.

"Really, lend me your mobile phone."

Wu Zhen's expression remained the same since she was forced to get up, and when she walked past the sofa with her two white and tender feet, she picked up the backrest pillow very smoothly.directly in Sherlock's face.A soft pillow has no offensive power. Wu Zhenhao stepped forward and pressed Sherlock hard on the sofa, covering his head with the pillow.

After three seconds.

Sherlock couldn't see his expression, lying motionless between the sofa and Wu Zhen.

"...Don't make trouble."

Wu Zhen let go of the pillow, took out the mobile phone from the pocket of his pajamas, and threw it on Sherlock very casually, his expression finally became a little loose, and after a cold snort, he turned and went downstairs.

Hidden strength and name.

Sherlock sat up halfway on the sofa holding the phone with his arms, and made a note firmly in his heart.

His girlfriend doesn't like to get up in the middle of the night, and has a very serious wake-up mood.

Sherlock is an energetic night owl, Wu Zhen hates being forced to wake up in sleep,

Wu Zhen felt that he had to reach a unified value with his employer.

"For example, I never work between twelve o'clock at night and six o'clock in the morning."

Sherlock cut the steak off his plate with a knife and fork, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Is this your regular sleep time?"

"If you dare to disturb me, you will die."

Wu Zhen emphasized this sentence.

"How can you be dead, like last night?"

"My God." Mrs. Hudson brought two cups of tea into the small restaurant area of ​​221b, and put a cup in front of Sherlock and Wu Zhen. "Thank you." They said at the same time.

"You're welcome." Mrs. Hudson said with a loving smile: "Let's continue the topic just now, what happened to you last night. I heard the sound of going upstairs. You know, when people are old, they are easy to be caught in dreams." Wake up, man, my skin is going to get worse."

"Nothing." Sherlock said succinctly.

Mrs. Hudson looked at Wu Zhen gently, trying to get an answer from her.

"There is a case." Wu Zhen organized the words for a long time, deleted some misleading words, and came up with this answer.

Mrs. Hudson sighed in disappointment and left.

"Sherlock, you really shouldn't just care about the case."

Sherlock cut the beef calmly.

He really shouldn't just care about the case, but there's no need to let others know his purpose.

Wu Zhen took a sip of the black tea.An idea flashed through my mind.

"I'll embellish your anecdotes and add photos to them and sell them to newspapers. I remember someone did this before and made a lot of money."

Of course she wouldn't do that, it's just not in her character.It is possible to post her experience on the Zhihu forum.

Sherlock said, "True."

"uh-huh?"

"Remember to share half of the manuscript fee with me. It's a pity that you didn't accept McCoff's request last time. Don't miss it this time."

Wu Zhen suddenly felt an urge to lift the table.

Wu Zhen ate the last piece of beef on his plate, picked up the last small piece of broccoli with a fork, ate it, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin.Pick up your backpack and go,

"Really." Sherlock said: "Be careful when you go out on the street recently, and pay more attention to new friends you meet, and don't come and go too closely." The last sentence of the sentence is emphasized.

Wu Zhen froze for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Because Sherlock is engaged in the detective industry, some people will follow him or the people around him with a grudge, but it is not harmful enough for Sherlock, and McCoff helped him solve some, allowing him to say "When I went to the street recently People who say "Be careful", I guess she really needs to be more careful

......

If the person Sherlock told her to "be careful" refers to Mycroft, Wu Zhen sat in the black car and thought, no matter how careful she is, it's useless.

Wu Zhen sat upright in the car with his hands on his knees.

It wasn't in the form of kidnapping, but she was really not used to being invited to ride in this car, even though she had only been tied up once.In fact, it was the same this time. When she saw the same person and the same car parked in front of her, she knew that the British government was going to see her, so she walked into the car consciously.

She is a foreign student, it's better to be honest in other people's territory.

"Hello?"

Wu Zhen greeted the woman in a suit and skirt beside her who lowered her head and pressed her BlackBerry.

"Hello." She replied without looking up.

"What's your name today?"

"Let's think about it, Jane." She looked up, without looking at any place, lowered her head and continued to press her BlackBerry with a smile.

Out of boredom, Wu Zhen decided to call her Miss Blackberry from now on, because the only thing around her that she knew was the Blackberry in her hand.

The car drove for a while and stopped.

"Here we are." Miss Blackberry still didn't lift her head.

Wu Zhen saw the copper nameplate through the car window: Diogenes Club.

Miss Blackberry led the way, still pressing the phone in her hand.

Wu Zhen kindly reminded her: "Walking and playing with mobile phones is easy to cause myopia."

"Thank you," said Miss Blackberry, but she obviously didn't listen to her advice.

Walking into the Diogenes Club, the waiter standing at the front desk greeted her with a smile and sign language. Sherlock had taught Wu Zhen some sign language, which meant welcome.

Wu Zhen typed in sign language: [Thank you].The waiter replied: [should be].

Same room.

Mycroft was still sitting on the quaint English-style armchair in the middle, with his hands resting on the handles of the chair, leisurely and aloof.

Wu Zhen took the initiative to greet him: "Mycroft, you have been very successful in losing weight recently."

Mycroft was obviously pleased, and the arc of his mouth was somewhat similar to that of Sherlock. He pointed to the seat in front of him and said, "Please sit down."

"I came to you today to talk to you about my brother."

Wu Zhen sat on the chair opposite him in his spare time, took off the plain lace knitted hat that shaded his head, and lightly buckled it on his slender legs.

"When did you come to me not to talk about your brother?"

Mycroft raised his head slightly, his tone light and calm.

"So, my brother hasn't caused any trouble lately, has he?"

"I'm not a spy, sir."

"Of course you're not, and if you were, then you wouldn't be sitting right here. If you think you can be a spy between me and Sherlock, you can always get a little bit of what you want from me." thing."

Wu Zhen was silent for a while.

Out of politeness and wanting to hear what she had to say, Mycroft had been waiting for her to speak.

"I can tell you miss Sherlock a lot."

"Out of a brother's duty to a naughty younger brother."

But the "naughty brother" you call is a person who is a hundred times more dangerous than international terrorists who may have the ability to blow up the British conference building at any time!

"I heard from him that you are very busy, why did you take the time to meet me to find out about his recent situation?"

McCoff was silent.

Maybe, as he said, he really just cared about Sherlock.The relatives who care about him are also the same kind who are slightly close to him.

Sherlock once said that Mycroft's IQ is far above him.

He doesn't even like Sherlock's extraordinary IQ.

Then he must be lonely.

Wu Zhen let go and said, "Maybe I can take some recent photos of Sherlock for you, just photos."

"No." Mycroft refused her. "If I want to see him, I can see the monitoring of 221B by turning on the computer."

"...You haven't turned on the computer to look at it recently, have you? Sherlock removed the camera." Wu Zhen suddenly remembered something, with a troubled expression on his face, and he hesitated in speaking. "It's just that I didn't expect that you even installed surveillance in the bathroom."

When she and Sherlock were dismantling the monitoring head in the bathroom, his fingers pinched the removed monitoring head fiercely, the veins popped out on the back of his pale hand, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth made her feel a little panicked.