[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

In fact, there are a few places in Sherlock Holmes House that Li Mingye is somewhat concerned about, such as the dog food bowl and dog toys that have been cleaned regularly despite not being used for a long time, and a certain room on the second floor that seems to have been locked for a long time.But she's not the kind of person who likes to pry into other people's privacy, and when Sherlock still keeps silent after noticing her gaze, she doesn't question these inconsistencies anymore.

Excluding these inconsistencies, Li Mingye liked this comfortable and warm house very much, especially when she knew that this house was usually lived by the old Sherlock Holmes couple.For a person like her, if someone invites her into his home, it means that that person has almost spread out the first half of his life before her eyes and let her read it.

In terms of interior decoration and details, the old Sherlock Holmes couple is a pair of peaceful and elegant, well-born, and very artistically educated old people.Mr. Holmes has a gentle and gentle personality, even a bit carefree, while Mrs. Holmes is a woman with excellent talents in painting and music.Li Mingye calculated all the people who were similar to him, and listed a "Notes on Relationship" in the memory attic, and then stopped thinking about it.

To Li Mingye's surprise, Sherlock's room was blue and white, and it was very tidy, but it looked barren and unpopular because there were almost no decorations. It was enough to see Sherlock's inner paleness.The young man looked very indifferent, and after putting the changed clothes into the laundry basket, he said to her earnestly, "My laboratory bench and violin are in the attic, but we'd better not do experiments."

Li Mingye was a little surprised.

"...Mum will be crazy, she's a little obsessive, so we can't make too much mess in the room, and we can't walk around the house barefoot, and we can't stay up all night. I seriously warn you not to do this, Shirley, Otherwise, you will definitely regret it. When I was a child, every time I saw Mycroft eating sweets and was preached by my mother, I used to stay away from any woman over the age of 30, it was terrible." Sherlock showed a kind of The expression was unbearable to recall, but he quickly gloated because of the Mycroft in his memory.He glanced at Li Mingye slowly, with a malicious expression on his face: "Actually, you can try it too. Judging from her aesthetics of soap operas, my mother likes you very much, a seemingly weak and beautiful girl." child'."

"Sherlock." Li Mingye gave him a helpless look.

Shrugging her shoulders, Sherlock walked towards the kitchen with Li Mingye - as two people who made a living from taking out food, this was the first time for the two of them to enter a place like the kitchen other than making coffee and washing fruit.This is the second day they moved in, and on the first day they used up all the snacks and fruits in the house—these were kindly brought in by Mycroft's men, and there were no takeaway shops nearby, so they had to Survival is not considered.

Mycroft's malice was evident in the contents of the refrigerator.Meat, eggs, dairy, vegetables are all available, even very fresh, the only problem is - it's all raw.

The two looked at each other.

"Shirley, you are a woman." Sherlock raised his chin.

"No, I'm not." Li Mingye said indifferently.

"But we can't starve to death, we need protein and vitamins. There are still two days left, if you live on coffee, when mom comes home..." Sherlock shuddered.

"I don't mind these. Whether I am an ancient gentleman or a lady in modern society, I don't know how to cook, but I don't mind looking up recipes for you." Li Mingye hypocritically revealed her " Sincere and gentle” mask.

Sherlock took a deep breath, calmly and calmly took out two marinated steaks from the refrigerator.He looked at the instructions printed on the package and said complainingly: "I remember that in Britain in the 19th century, men usually did not cook. Usually housework was done by the hostess or servants. I think you should Learn from the women of that era, after all you claim to be from the 19th century and are now female."

Li Mingye sneered: "Thanks for your concern, my servant."

"It seems that no one is willing to marry you. I guess it's because of your ridiculous sexism." Sherlock felt relieved. According to Shirley's thinking, if she had ever married a wife, then she would retort very bitterly. He's the "mistress"—especially since he's deliberately cynically emphasizing her current gender.

"I have met countless women, Sherlock, and of course there are women who are willing to spend my life with me. But love is an emotional thing, which is contradictory to what I think is the most important calm thinking, so I Never married." Li Mingye said indifferently, the look on her face was a little remote, and she checked out a picture in the memory attic - she once said these words to Watson who fell in love with Mary Morstan , which made her miss those friends who had passed away in her memory. "I once said this to an honorable friend of mine, who was just in love and was obviously carried away by love. But ordinary people don't need to keep cool thinking, so he was lucky to get married. "

"It seems that your friend's marriage is not lucky." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and put some oil in a frying pan to heat up according to the instructions.

Li Mingye smiled peacefully: "No, his wife is one of the few smartest women I have ever met, but it is a pity that she passed away after a few years." She sighed, Shut up and stop talking about Watson—after all, she was not sure when Watson would appear, whether it was the Watson of the previous life or the Watson of this world. "Sherlock, you often think that I am sexist. In fact, what I discriminate against is only the narrow vision and shallow knowledge of those women. Because of the limitations of the times at that time, men were far more open than women."

"Then what do you think of women today?"

"I'm an old man, Sherlock. As an old man, what can I think about women? Before I die, I even have to rely on my servants to walk from the bedroom to the fireplace in rainy days." Li Mingye narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Eyes, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Sherlock's calm demeanor can still be bluffing.From the moment Li Mingye's eyes fell on him, he screened out a series of suitable actions in his mind, and then quickly disguised himself.He pretended not to care, and glanced at her quickly, full of curiosity and a little reckless offense: "I'm curious about your current sexual orientation, Shirley. Your current situation is very special, unfortunately you Without a wife, no analogy can be made."

"If you want to ask me this, you can say it bluntly, don't worry about offending, Sherlock." Li Mingye didn't think too much.In fact, since becoming a woman and studying psychology, she has also been curious about this issue for a while, and even extracted her own estrogen for research.But this is all off topic, she pondered for a moment before saying: "My current body is the same as all women, with female sexual (anti-harmony) organs (anti-harmony) organs, uterus, ovaries, lactation system, hormones, etc. The secretion of estrogen will have a certain impact on my personality - for example, in my past life, I remember that when I was old, my temper would be worse than now, and I would be more prone to anxiety and aggressiveness than now. You know, human personality is greatly influenced by hormones, so I think my current situation has something to do with this body. But speaking of sexual orientation, I haven’t had any sexual (anti-harmony) conflicts in these years ( Anti-harmony) movement, maybe my cerebral cortex will produce superficial memory in my sleep, forming the phenomenon of "spring (anti-harmony) dream", but those are dreams that cannot be remembered, so I don't know my current sexual orientation. If I had to describe it, it would be more appropriate to describe it as asexual."

Sherlock listened quietly, a drop of oil from the hot pan splashed on the back of his hand, but he didn't respond, and Li Mingye didn't see this scene because of the limited angle.

Sherlock could hear the meaning of Shirley's words.He realized from Shirley more than once that even though she was wearing a skirt and high heels and carrying a high-end handbag, she still had a gentle gentleman's demeanor that ordinary people would often mistake for a woman, but she never regarded herself as a woman.She has no feminine shyness about her body, and if she dresses conservatively, it is only because of her education.That's why she calmly stayed in the same room with him, not only because they were friends, but more importantly because...he knew her identity.

She doesn't think of herself as a woman, and in her heart, he probably isn't a man either.In Shirley's eyes, there is no gender difference between them. She usually wears conservative pajamas and has very little physical contact because of the influence of the old era, not because of her gender awareness.

These thoughts flashed through Sherlock's brain in a second, he reacted extremely quickly, picked up the kitchen cloth beside him and wiped off the oil stains on the back of his hand, poured the steak into the pan, and a Smoke with a strong smell of black pepper came up.Caught off guard, he was choked, took a few steps back, glanced up and down calmly, and quickly turned on the switch of the range hood.

Such a disturbance distracted both of their thoughts.Li Mingye exited the kitchen without any guilt, and sat down at the dining table to wait for dinner.Sherlock carefully chose a spatula of suitable size and turned the steak over, then turned to see that there was no one behind him.

The young consulting detective glanced out expressionlessly, endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back: "Shirley Lee!"

The young girl with a beautiful face was smiling, her legs were crossed, her posture was graceful, and she was quite at ease: "I'm hungry, Mr. Servant."

"The owners of this house are my parents!" Sherlock couldn't bear it anymore.

"A visitor is a guest (accented Chinese), as a gentleman of the British Empire, you cannot let guests cook, young master of Sherlock Holmes' house."

"..."

Sherlock never imagined that he would one day use his powers of observation and command of detail to cook.

Li Mingye never thought that she would cook a pot of soup with the patience of doing chemical experiments.

After lunch, Sherlock angrily pulled out a sticky note with a big "Food" written on it. Li Mingye picked up the monitor that they threw into the trash can at the door yesterday, and stuck the sticky note up.There is no way, Sherlock is unwilling to continue cooking, his keen sense of smell makes him unable to tolerate the smell of oily smoke on his body, and Li Mingye doesn't care about living on coffee for the next day and a half at all.

In fact, the cohabitation life of these two people is quite boring, especially for bystanders.

Don't think that a person like Sherlock will let himself go if he lives with the woman he loves. He is sitting on the sofa holding a laptop computer at the moment, with four browsers open on the computer screen at the same time. His brain is quickly recording the history of European crimes, New content in botany, biology and wound research.And Li Mingye was sitting in front of the dining table, on which several old regional anatomy works were stacked in a mess, and he was constantly comparing the content with other books that looked brand new.

The reason why geniuses can become geniuses is that while they have a brain that is more outstanding than ordinary people, they will not waste any of the talents bestowed on them by God.Their attitude towards new knowledge is like the sea that absorbs all lakes and rivers, sucking everything up greedily and without restraint, day and night.

However, people who use computers to memorize will always take advantage, at least the speed will be faster.Sherlock closed the browsing window, threw the computer on the coffee table, lay on the sofa with his hands butt against his chin, closed his eyes and categorized what he had learned today, and attributed it to the appropriate positions in the brain memory, and compared with the old knowledge Comparing each other confirms.After maintaining this position for about an hour, he suddenly opened his eyes—the slightly constricted pupils faced the ceiling due to the sudden intake of light, but quickly dilated again.

"Trash." Sherlock commented on today's day's income.

The sudden human voice woke up Li Mingye, who was addicted to the book mountain.She blinked and turned her head to look over, and met Sherlock's dazed eyes—very dazed, as if she didn't realize where she was and who this woman was for a while.But in an instant, those eyes narrowed, moved from her face to the dining table, and froze.

"Oh... what's wrong?"

Sherlock looked silently at the dining table piled up with books, paper, pens, and ink and handwriting on the tablecloth.The vase on the table was pushed to the edge of the table by the full books, and half of the bottom of the vase was precariously exposed. The flowers in the vase were just covered by a few pieces of paper. From Shirley's angle, it was completely invisible that there was a vase there. The presence……

Li Mingye followed his eyes and looked at the dining table in front of him, and the face of the usually calm woman suddenly changed, as if she suddenly realized that she was not in Sherlock's rented apartment.She calmly coughed lightly: "I think I can clean it up."

"—don't wait Shirley, don't touch..."

"Bang! Whoa!"

"...that's my mother's favorite vase," Sherlock added deadpan.

"I can tell... Well, your mother is left-handed, isn't she, Sherlock?"

"This vase is a Rococo vase in the late eighteenth century. It has a light green glaze color and exquisite painting. The lotus leaf-shaped mouth is very suitable for placing roses. It echoes the rose painting on the vase, making it look like a dining table. mood. That's what mother said."

"What? Late eighteenth century? That's ridiculous, it's a—"

"Fake, I know."

"..."

"My mother knows it too, but she likes it." Sherlock added indifferently.

"So a fake..."

"You have to thank Mycroft because the real one broke when he was 8 years old and he tried to blame me for the damage to the vase. Mycroft gave me the vase for Christmas 2002 Christmas present for my mom, you can ask him for help."

"...Thank you very much for your friendly advice, my friend." Li Mingye almost resisted the very unseemly behavior of rolling her eyes, she turned and went to the closet next to the bathroom on the first floor to find brooms and dustpans .

Since Li Mingye was not very good at housework and cleaning, Sherlock decided to help.When he walked to the dining table and just picked up a book, his acute hearing caught the sound of a car stopping in front of the garden outside the house.

He stopped his hands vigilantly, and McVitty's name was the first in his mind, but he immediately felt that something was wrong-the footsteps of two people were heavy, they seemed to be middle-aged and elderly people, one of them was a woman, wearing a Chunky-heeled women's shoes, mild rheumatism, dragging two suitcases... suitcases? !

Sherlock stared at the door in astonishment.

The lock moved and the door was opened.A gray-haired but very charming woman walked in with a smile, followed by a man with a kind face.The woman saw Sherlock at a glance, but before she had time to show a surprised smile, her eyes stayed on the messy book pages, the messy tablecloth and the wrecked vase on the ground beside the table.

The loving and surprised smile stopped, twisting into a furious expression at a speed visible to the naked eye.

— "Sherlock Holmes!"

"No no no dear Shirley, it's not your fault and I'm not mad at you. God, it's all Sherlock's fault, he used to make such a mess when he was a kid that we had to clean up for him Out of an attic... It's okay, let him clean it up, girls shouldn't touch those sharp silicon dioxide and silicate fragments." Mrs. Holmes pulled Li Mingye to sit on the sofa with a smile on her face, but Immediately, her sharp gaze, which is unique to a woman, landed on the ashtray on the coffee table.She was furious: "Sherlock! Have you smoked so much?"

"I didn't!" Sherlock retorted angrily.He was obediently sweeping the broken porcelain on the floor, when he heard that he had another pot on his back, he couldn't help it. "Most of those were smoked by Shirley!"

Li Mingye coughed calmly. As a man, she would not let others take the blame: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Holmes, I'm a bit heavy on cigarettes."

Mrs. Holmes held Li Mingye's slender wrist, a little distressed, and said earnestly: "Sherlock's living habits are very bad, but you shouldn't let him spoil you, my dear. Although nicotine has a stimulating effect, but acetone, opium Mania, arsenic, benzene...these things can damage your health."

Sherlock, who heard this sentence from a distance, rolled his eyes that no one could see.

Li Mingye's appearance is very deceiving.Her ivory skin, long curly black hair and delicate face have a delicate and dignified beauty, especially when she deliberately puts on a reserved and elegant posture, she looks like a woman who satisfies all the needs of Westerners. A fantasy doll, indifferent and delicate.

The limitation of appearance and the unique delicate feeling of oriental people made Mrs. Holmes fall in love with her at the first sight, and Sherlock's treatment fell to the lowest in an instant.Then Mr. Holmes was rushed to put the clothes, little Holmes was rushed to clean the room, and Mrs. Holmes "had a good chat with the beautiful guest from the East" with tenderness.

And the "beautiful guest from the East" was restrained by Mrs. Holmes holding hands and buckled on the sofa. He really couldn't think of how to "have a good chat", so he put on a universal smiling face to listen.

Mrs. Holmes happily shared with her some interesting stories about Sherlock from childhood to adulthood, such as crying when he blew up the test tube for the first time because he thought he had no chemical talent, such as bickering with Mycroft since childhood, such as bedwetting After being ridiculed, I poured water on Mycroft's bed while he was asleep... Mrs. Holmes's face was radiant, and Mr. Holmes chuckled from time to time while listening, and Li Mingye half-divided his attention while listening She entered her memory attic for routine tidying, and Sherlock's face became darker and darker.

Sherlock tried to interrupt several times but failed, and went directly to the attic with a dark face. He picked up the violin and began to play "The Big Saw Violin Solo". As expected, within half a minute of the noise, Mrs. Holmes' roar sounded on the first floor. "Sherlock Holmes, come down!"

Satisfied, Sherlock walked down carrying the piano, and saw Mrs. Holmes glaring at him angrily, while Shirley, who was at the side, looked at everything in front of her, and suddenly there was a clear expression on her face.

"It's nothing, Mrs. Holmes. Sometimes I like to mess around and vent my mood." Li Mingye said comfortingly, "And Sherlock rarely plays the piano like this. He plays quite well when he is serious."

Miraculously, this seemingly inappropriate consolation really appeased Mrs. Holmes' anger.It was time for dinner, and Mrs. Holmes went to the kitchen enthusiastically, intending to cook some "Oriental flavor" delicacies to welcome the "new guests of the Holmes family".

The dinner was quite good. Mrs. Holmes' cooking skills and Mr. Holmes' desserts made the dinner a very friendly atmosphere. This friendly atmosphere was maintained until the three of them accompanied Mrs. Holmes to watch the soap opera around nine o'clock.By the way, compared to Sherlock who occasionally took a serious look and disagreed, Li Mingye, who was more scheming, completely blanked his eyes and went into his memory attic to sort out the information.

After nine o'clock Mrs. Holmes sent them both to bathe and go to bed.Sherlock went straight to Li Mingye's room after taking a shower, and immediately locked the door behind him as soon as he entered. Li Mingye was standing by the bed and wiping his wet hair. Seeing his sneaky behavior, he immediately sneered. : "Just want to smoke like that?"

Sherlock really came to smoke this time, there is no way, if there is a place in the entire Sherlock Holmes house where Mrs. Holmes will not attack suddenly, then the only guest room where Li Mingye lives.However, when he turned his head and looked over, he was a little dumb for a while.

Under the warm yellow light, the woman was wearing a bathrobe and turned half sideways. The white towel half-wrapped her long black hair, which made her skin more radiant.There is air-conditioned dry and warm air in the air, which echoes the moist and soft vigorous water vapor, setting off the fragrance of shampoo and shower gel so softly that it makes the heart feel lazy.

Sherlock's mouth was inexplicably dry.

Obviously the two of them used the same shampoo and body wash, but he just felt that the smell in this room was so sweet that it made his limbs tingle.

Suddenly something hit him head on, and Sherlock caught it reflexively. When he received it, he saw it was Li Mingye's sandalwood cigarette case.She didn't look back, she just threw the things away and pointed to the window: "Go there and smoke."

Sherlock opened it and saw that it was a box of fish (anti-harmony) mine that had been cut and fitted with a disposable cigarette holder.He responded in a low voice, walked over and opened the window and lit one.

The cold night wind at the end of December mixed with a little snow fell on his hot face. He calmly took a deep breath of smoke, only to feel the mellow bitterness combined with the sweet water vapor in the room from his throat to his lungs. Go through it lightly.Then the bitterness is exhaled, but the sweetness is filtered in the alveoli forever.

Fortunately Shirley didn't look back just now.thought Sherlock.

There has been movement behind him.First there was the sound of a hairdryer, then the sound of a coat being put on, and then a woman wrapped in a furry mink cloak squeezed beside him.Sherlock stepped aside and passed the cigarette case, and then there was the sound of a lighter being wiped, and another puff of smoke came out.

"Sherlock, your mother loves you very much." The woman beside her sighed, "I really don't know how you developed high-functioning antisocial personality, but at least you can feel the love from your family, so don't disappoint killed them."

Li Mingye's eyes are so sharp, how could he fail to see the almost flattering behavior of Holmes and his wife?This pair of elderly people who love their son very much are so happy that they are almost at a loss when they face the friend that their son admits and brings home for the first time.She could even tell how many of Mrs. Holmes' topics were planned in advance, and all the topics revolved around Sherlock, for fear that she would leave him because of Sherlock's weirdness...

Even because of her female status, Mrs. Holmes has more expectations.The old woman tried her best to show her friendliness and enthusiasm, and did not allow Sherlock to do any disrespectful behavior. She was furious because of the noise Sherlock made, and worried that she would hate her son for it.

They used all the topics to tell her that Sherlock was very cute when he was a child, and there is a reason for Sherlock's eccentricity now. Sherlock only has you as a friend, and you are the first female friend he valued... and the person who talked about the case Sometimes, they expressed their worries in their own way, they were worried that she would not be able to accept it, and when they learned that she was also one of these cases, their faces were so relieved.

Sherlock can naturally feel it before, but this feeling is like a layer of separation, and it has never been realized.Whether it's joy or sorrow, he can't feel that kind of reality.And at this moment, he was standing beside Shirley, facing the night sky covered with dust and stars, suddenly, he felt some kind of heart-piercing pain.

"You, like Mycroft, think that one day I will show up at the scene of a crime?" Sherlock asked calmly and indifferently.

"Of course not, my friend, because I'm by your side." Li Mingye patted Sherlock's arm, "Just be an old man's sudden compassion, your parents are really nice, so Treat them well. And the crime scene... the two of us are just going to be at every crime scene together, and we're there to solve crimes, and that's always going to be the case."

Sherlock's eyes fell on his arm, where Shirley had just touched it.After a while, he pretended to cover it with his hand inadvertently.

He suddenly remembered the words of Moriarty - "You have been put in chains, you are no longer free."

"Of course, it always will be."

— but he was content with it.

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Author: Juan Fu, you just sold the cigarette addiction of the original book? ?

Juan Fu (indifferent face): I'm telling the truth, I can't sweep the ground and carry the pot on my back

Author: My God, how low is your EQ? Don't you have a clue?If things go on like this, no matter how much I give you a golden finger, you won't be able to get a girl!

The original blessing (elusive): Picking up girls?

Maggie (Haunted): The author refers to our sister

Original Fu (attention is diverted): What? !You also have a sister? ! ! (Turning to look for Brother Mai from the original book) Brother God, did you hear that? (disappears quickly)

Authors (sluggish): 666

Juan Fu (hehe): What’s so good about it, Shirley finally came to talk, and was taken away by Mycroft just like that

Brother Mai (sigh): I think my brother is really hopeless...