[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Several people caught up with the plane in the last 5 minutes. The little brother who rescued Sherlock was waiting nervously on the roof. After seeing several people coming up, he almost cried with joy.

On the helicopter, the younger brother of the agent surrounded Sherlock and asked for his warmth. Fulla saw that she was fine, so she asked for a bottle of mineral water to wash Claire's wound.

Sherlock sat on the seat with a face of indifference, and the agent gave himself medicine.

"Hiss! It hurts!" Sherlock frowned.

The little agent brother was holding the medicine, a little at a loss: "I... I haven't touched you just now..."

"Your hands are too heavy." Sherlock looked in Fulla's direction and said with a serious face: "Those whips are all soaked in pepper water, and I have been beaten for the past few days, old wounds and new wounds, by the way , I hardly ate anything, they just ensured that I would not starve to death every day, and just like that, I dragged my body with no strength and wounds all over to save a person and came back.”

Fulla looked at Sherlock distressedly and amusedly: "Okay, okay, I'll give you the medicine later, is that okay?"

"No need." Sherlock signaled the agent to continue: "I'm just stating the facts."

The agent brother didn't dare to do anything at all, he stuffed the medicine into Fulla's hand: "I'll change it with you."

Fulla explained a few words and walked to Sherlock with the medicine: "Thank you, sir."

"Thank me for what?" Sherlock closed his eyes and didn't look at her: "Thank me for your revenge? Or thank me for saving you from that cult member's gun?"

"Claire is not a member of the cult." Fulla gently applied medicine to Sherlock's wound: "She is an orphan, and she has never formally joined the Fanning Cult."

"So what? This can't erase the crime she covered up." Sherlock said with his eyes closed.

"She is my best friend in Fanning." Fulla blew softly on the wound on Sherlock's back: "For a while we stayed together all day, she is very talented in medicine, I have many Ellen didn't teach me things, she taught them."

"What are you going to do with her?" Sherlock felt that Fulla was tickling him, and his muscles were a little stiff.

Fulla straightened up and picked up the medical gauze: "Let's talk about it, we have to save her first. If she hadn't helped me before, I wouldn't have been able to escape."

Sherlock didn't answer. After Fulla bandaged his wound, he pulled Fulla to his side and sat down: "I want to sleep."

Fulla froze for a moment, before she could recover, she felt Sherlock's head fall on her shoulder.She couldn't help but reached out and patted his curly hair, smiled, and sat up straight.

Before she knew it, she also fell asleep, and when the plane landed, she leaned into Sherlock's arms.

Fulla jumped up all of a sudden: "Ah!"

"What's your name!" Sherlock straightened up slowly, "Drool flowed out of sleep!"

Fulla wiped her mouth violently, and smiled embarrassedly: "Where is this?"

"Already arrived in Ankara, Turkey!" The agent brother replied: "I have made an appointment with the hospital here, everyone can fix it."

"There's a hospital! That's great!" Fulla excitedly shook Sherlock's arm lightly. Sherlock held out his hand to Fulla reservedly. Walking straight to Claire, he hugged her again: "Go!"

Sherlock stood where he was, clenched his teeth and clenched his fists. When he got to the hospital, he had to throw this Claire far away!

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Sherlock existed as a VIP client and was taken away by two doctors for examination.Fulla hugged Claire, pitying them two weak girls, who didn't even have an ID card, so they could only anxiously wait for the two doctors to see Sherlock before treating Claire.

Sherlock reapplied the medicine on his back, tied the gauze, and was leaning on the hospital bed for IV drip: "Where's Fulla?"

The nurse who was guarding his bed and peeling apples replied honestly: "She is waiting for Miss Claire's operation to end."

Sherlock: "...you go and call her over."

The nurse didn't even raise her head: "Miss Fulla said that she wants me to take good care of you. She has to free up her hands to take care of Miss Clare, after all, someone played at home."

Sherlock's face was so long that he turned his head away and suddenly lay down on the bed.

Fulla waited until Claire's operation was over and carried her to the bed herself. At this time, she was already awake, but she hadn't spoken.

Fulla adjusted her drip and took her temperature. Seeing that she really didn't look like she was going to speak, she hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything. She just tucked the corner of the quilt for her, sighed, and left the room.

She leaned on the corridor, feeling very sad, she looked up at the door of Sherlock's ward, wondering how he was doing now, but she was really in no mood to coax him now.She shook her head, why don't you go to sleep first, it's a big deal, just get some sleep!

Although there were still many things to worry about, maybe she was too tired, so she suddenly relaxed, and Fulla fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes in a daze, and found a person standing beside the bed.

"Claire?" Fulla squinted and called vaguely.

Claire sat on her bed: "You slept so hard that you didn't even know I came in."

Fulla moved aside to make room for a little space: "I'm really tired, I just want to lie still for three days before we talk."

Claire looked at Fulla: "Aren't you afraid that I'm here to kill you?"

Fulla yawned: "Whether you want to kill me or not, I can still feel it."

Claire slowly lay down next to Fulla: "I thought about a lot of things today."

"What?" Fulla turned sideways to face Claire.

"I was thinking about when we were together before." Claire stared at the ceiling: "The Fanning Church is always dead, I thought I was used to this smell of corpses and blood everywhere, but you appeared, we used to be so Well, everyone knows we're best friends and you give me hope."

"Claire..." Fulla gently placed her hand on the back of her hand.

Claire smiled self-deprecatingly: "After you left, I was in despair for a long time." She turned around and faced Fulla: "Everyone says your father is the traitor, but I know only you are. Your father recognized each other just to sneak in and take the list."

Fulla was silent for a while, then nodded.

"I also hesitated before, should I tell Osman about this?" Claire said softly, "But I don't want to. I even fantasized about whether you will take me away with you when you succeed."

Fulla patted Claire's hand: "I really planned it that way, but something went wrong and Alan died. If I bring you with me, we will all be killed."

"Actually, I know it too, but I still can't help hating you, especially every time I see human bodies being transported around like cargo, I can't help but think, what is Fulla doing now? Isn't it? Falling in love? Are you living a life I couldn't even imagine? Then I hate you even more." She turned over: "But you finally brought me out."

"I came here this time not only to kill Jill, but also to save you." Fulla also turned in Claire's direction: "I didn't lie to you."

"Well, I believe you." Claire nodded: "Do you still remember, when I was teaching in Fanning, I often came to chat with you at night, and sometimes it was too late, so I simply slept in your room."

"I remember." Fulla let the pillow out to Claire: "You will grab my quilt after you fall asleep!"

Claire closed her eyes and smiled: "Fula, we will still be the same from now on, is that okay?"

Fulla patted her on the back lightly: "Go to sleep."

In the middle of the night, Claire completely snatched Fulla's pillow, she tilted her neck and sat up gently.Ugh, sore neck!She climbed out of bed, ready to go to Claire's room to get her pillow out.

After walking out of the room, she went to the bathroom by the way, then scratched her hair and stumbled towards Claire's room. Just as she got the pillow, she heard the door open.

"Why are you here?"

Fulla hugged the pillow and turned around: "Sir?"

Sherlock strode towards Fulla: "Where's Claire?"

"What are you doing!" Fulla looked at Sherlock vigilantly: "You won't drive her away! It's still midnight!"

"Is she in your room? You sleep together?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at Fulla: "What are you doing now? Oh! She robbed your pillow."

"Sir." Fulla said helplessly, "Why don't you take a good rest and come to someone else's room?"

"It happens that she is in your room, so don't bother." Sherlock casually threw a needle on the bedside, and Fulla looked back: "What is this? An anesthetic! What are you doing!"

"Hush!" Sherlock covered Fulla's mouth: "Don't make noise! ​​They are going to take you away!"

"Who?" Fuller asked softly.

"That fat man." Sherlock muttered: "He always hopes that the people around me are arranged by him."

Fulla hugged the pillow guiltily: "Then why are you anesthetizing Claire?"

"Swap her with you, the two of you are about the same size." Sherlock replied without shame, "Let's repay her for saving her!"

"You're crazy!" Fulla exclaimed, "She's still injured! Where are you going to let her be taken!"

Sherlock simply lay down on the bed: "Maybe just find a random place to throw it away, or take it to England."

"No!" Fuller protested.

"Then what are you going to do? Be with her for the rest of your life?" Sherlock pulled a long face: "That's right, with a brain full of muscles like yours, you can't tell that she likes you."

"We are good friends!" Fulla said with a serious face, "Don't speculate about our relationship maliciously."

"Ha!" Sherlock sneered, "She's a Les, and has always liked you."

Fulla was astonished, and Sherlock continued: "Don't let her go, that's fine, you go back to the room now, tell her that you are willing to be with her all the time, and then you can go away and fly away, and save the group of goldfish from struggling to get rid of it." You take it away."

Fulla sat next to Sherlock: "Then...then she won't be in danger."

"Don't worry, they will let her go when they find out that they have arrested the wrong person." Sherlock didn't care. "You just gave up on your good friend?"

"I don't know what to do." Fulla was very distressed: "If you say that, I don't know how to face Claire. If she kisses and hugs me again, I will feel very awkward, and she And always like to sleep with me..."

"You still always sleep together?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes and looked at Fulla.

"It's just...the kind of girlfriend!" Fulla stammered in explaining, and she suddenly pursed her mouth: "She is really Les! We even took a shower together!"

Sherlock was so pissed off by the idiot that he turned over and simply didn't look at her.Fulla was still struggling with her fingers: "What will they do if they find out that they have arrested the wrong person later? They will come back!" She knew that Mr. Holmes would cross the river and tear down the bridge after this incident!Fortunately, he probably didn't expose her identity in order to take care of his baby brother's emotions.Fulla weighed it up, bent down and whispered in Sherlock's ear, "Sir! Let's elope!"

The author has something to say:

Alright, alright, then I'm going to start brushing the relationship line (maybe?)!It's too late not to brush!It’s a pain in the ass to fall in love...I’m afraid I can’t do it and cry in a storm...I seem to have said in the last map that I need to brush the relationship line?But looking back, what have I done? Diss yourself!