[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

Li Mingye frowned and stared at the notebook in front of him while turning his pen.With the passage of time, the frequency of withdrawal reactions has gradually decreased, and the doctor even gave her permission to touch some sharp objects - such as pens - based on her strong theoretical knowledge.

The former consulting detective who picked up the pen again started the career of composing music out of boredom. Regardless of her previous life or this life, her love for music has never faded away.But Li Mingye, who is in an abnormal psychological stage, can no longer write results that are enough to satisfy her. Her music is full of anxiety and depression that cannot be concealed.The most professional psychiatrists can't see her faults, but her music points directly to people's hearts.

"Unsatisfied?" Sherlock walked up to her with a cup of coffee. The rich and luscious Blue Mountain coffee beans catalyzed a bitter and pure fragrance - this is Li Mingye's favorite lately. Sherlock Holmes who can see through everything In front of him, there is nothing to hide from anyone's preferences.He put the coffee cup on the table, glanced down at the messy score, and raised his eyebrows. "Not bad, but not for you."

"Sharp, depressed, dark, violent, at a loss, uncertain... If such a score is spread on the Internet, it will be a new "Black Friday"." Li Mingye calmly put down his pen.

Sherlock said lightly: "Whenever you can accept the appearance of the syringe, your musical mind will be restored. Don't worry, Shirley."

Li Mingye showed an indifferent face.

Because Hai (anti-harmony) Luo (anti-harmony) was ingested into the body by a syringe, even now she still feels a certain sense of fear of the same type of items.And this feeling of fear was covered up after she regained her sanity, but it couldn't be hidden from Sherlock's eyes. From then on, all medical activities on this island that required injections or blood draws were done with soft (harmony-proof) needles.And the former consulting detective, who has always been moody and angry, also experienced the feeling of being exposed face-to-face for the first time-especially the secrets she cared about.

And the current physical and psychological conditions do not allow her to re-arm her invulnerable armor. She can only allow Sherlock to peel off her disguise layer by layer in moments of vulnerability that she has never had in her past and present lives.

Favorite coffee taste recently, fear of syringes, preference for bed sheets and clothes, favorite food taste, different attitudes towards different doctors... In every aspect, she can't help revealing a little bit of flaws, will Seen by the young detective.

Then he would expose her mercilessly, but after the disguise was exposed, he would personally meet any of her needs - brewed coffee by himself, replaced the bottle with soft (anti-harmony) needles, replaced the Egyptian cotton sheets and clothing, food carefully cut to fit the mouth...

Even after he taught himself all the necessary medical knowledge in the end, she never saw a doctor again.Sherlock acted as the link between her and the doctor, responsible for communicating all her medical conditions and participating in the development of medical plans.

He was the only one by her side.And those medical teams hired by high salaries enjoyed the blue sea and blue sky outside the villa, and even the servants and housekeepers did not appear in front of her.

Truly isolated from the world, she is like an isolated island, and he is a stranded mermaid living on the coast.

But even if his condition is not good, Li Mingye's mind has not fallen to the level of ordinary people.What's more, what Sherlock did was really too impatient, and PTSD also made him lose his previous step-by-step, and became eager and greedy.She was keenly aware of the strangeness, and gained another result from these subtle changes.

Sherlock...was really intimidated by her.She is his complete sense of security now, and only by her side can he rest assured.As the only friend of Sherlock Holmes, the danger she encountered this time aroused his inner fear.

So she tried to connive at first, but then discovered more through deduction.And this "more" showed a very bad result, which was enough to disgust her.The patient during the withdrawal period lacks patience and judgment, but she has tried her best to tolerate this desire to control, but she can't help it.

Like now.

She suppressed the irritability in her heart, and said as calmly as possible: "Sherlock, you did it on purpose. We both know each other's abilities well, and you can see that I don't like it, so you don't have to this way."

"Is this another form of low self-esteem? You never cared that I saw through any of your preferences, and you even encouraged me and praised my observation skills. But now you are in a withdrawal reaction and have After the uncontrollable emotions, the insecurity in your nature is exposed again. That's why you resist my observation, Shirley, and for ordinary people, I think my behavior can be interpreted as being considerate to the patient nuanced."

"It's different, it's different now, Sherlock!"

"Nothing is different."

"Really? Sherlock Holmes, you know I've been putting up with you, but not too much!"

"I don't think I'm overdoing it. In fact, it's normal. You are rehabilitating (anti-harmony) drugs and need care from friends. I can do everything you want to do and let you have a good environment for self-cultivation."

"Don't think that I'm an ordinary person who can be easily deceived by you! Sherlock, I am proficient in psychology, and I can see what kind of tricks you are playing. You are deliberately depriving me of privacy and taking care of me. This kind of morbid psychology, on the one hand, continues to create a certain range of "being seen through" during my uncontrollable depression period, shaping dominance and control, and on the other hand, it meets any of my needs-you are doing a mutated Stockholm experiment ?"

On January 2006, 1, the former consulting detective, who was always elegant, calm and unhurried, finally tore away his gentle appearance under the influence of heart addiction and physical disease.

Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and her brown eyes were as bright as two flames.She stood up and stared at the man in front of her, with a palpitating will on her face, pure anger erupted from this skinny body tortured by drug (anti-harmony) addiction.

After her sharp questioning, there was a moment of silence in the air.Sherlock didn't speak, he stared at the woman in front of him for a long time, his lips parted slightly, a brief blankness appeared on his expressionless face.

But his eyes were extremely bright, as if some ferocious beast that had broken free from its cage was about to vent its fierce emotions regardless.

"Ah, you found it." After a while, he said calmly. "It seems that you are about to recover, a little earlier than I thought."

"I didn't recover, it's just that the things you did under the influence of PTSD were so substandard that a stupid hapless ass like me could find out what you were up to. What are you trying to do? I know any manifestation of PTSD form, but you..."

"It's not just PTSD Shirley. It's a thought I've had all along and PTSD was just a key that set my mind free. It's urging me, it's whipping my mind and I can't hold it anymore " Sherlock's voice was very soft, like a morning mist or a dream, which could be easily blown away.But at the same time, his expression was a little painful, with a little bit of struggling. "So I did this. While I was thinking about you finding out, I implied to myself that you are abnormal now and you can't find out. But in the end you still found out."

Li Mingye frowned in surprise, with an unexpected expression: "Have you thought about it long ago?"

"I can't control it, Shirley." Sherlock took a deep breath. In such a confrontation, she didn't retreat, but he took a step back.He lowered his face slightly, but his sharp eyes were firmly fixed on Li Mingye's face. "I saw that you lost consciousness and fell into a near-death state due to deep respiratory depression. I saw that you had the initial onset of withdrawal reactions. You could not survive or die. All this has been stimulating me and reminding me of the cause of all this. You are because of Ou The indiscriminate disaster suffered by Ross, I..."

- "Your PTSD is getting worse?"

--"I like you."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

The room suddenly fell into a kind of frozen silence.

Li Mingye blinked, and the unexpected anger on her face quickly turned into confusion. She shook her head, obviously thinking that she had heard wrong.She suspected for a moment that Hai (anti-harmony) and Luo (anti-harmony) had eroded her hearing system, but when her eyes fell on Sherlock, she couldn't help but took a few steps back in horror.

——The antisocial personality lacks a sense of guilt and morality, so Sherlock doesn't even feel guilty after confessing his motives. PTSD magnified his natural need for control and insecurity, so he made this plan without hesitation.

If it was a sober and normal Sherlock Holmes, he would of course be able to infer the consequences of doing so, and the possibility of him being discovered by Shirley was as high as 90.00%, so he would immediately dismiss the idea.But at the moment they are all on this island, facing the pain and torture of Shirley's withdrawal reaction every day, PTSD is like a demon, whispering in his heart.

Grab her, ingest her, whatever method, whatever means...

Get her, otherwise she will anger you because of Oulos, and she may leave, just like the red beard back then...

she will find out?No, no, she's sick, she's getting dull, it won't be so fast if you find out, you still have time...

What's wrong with being found out?She treats you as a student and junior, she will soften her heart...

In Sherlock's life experience, if the red beard is his first emotional carrier, then Shirley Lee is the second.The red beard was destroyed by Oulos, and Shirley was almost destroyed by Oulos. The same experience and PTSD almost pulled Sherlock's emerging humanity back into the boundless abyss.

No one can stop a struggling Holmes.

And it's okay to be found out, he's had enough of this desperate and painful struggle.He is Sherlock Holmes who does what he wants, not an ordinary person who looks forward and backward. No matter how strong his willpower is, he was tortured by PTSD and Shirley for a month, and he could bear it to the end.

——And after saying that sentence, he felt that the roaring beast in his heart settled down.He breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at Li Mingye calmly, like a fearless pirate facing the coming storm.

What happened next has nothing to do with him.He knew that Xueli would be able to dig out all the clues of the past after receiving such a hint, and thus deduce the correct result.

And all he had to do was wait for the verdict.

He doesn't regret it even if it turns out to be bad.Instead of staying by her side as a student and junior, it is better to break through and stand up, breaking the shackles of this identity.This is how any Sherlock Holmes would judge the situation. They are shrewd and cunning, and they are born conspirator who exist to plot the eternal world.

In a few times, when he was still dominated by reason and calmness, he had to succumb to the desire to struggle and agree to this risky plan.At the same time, he repeatedly hinted at his own brain—the ultimate goal of that plan was to get a sick Shirley, or to tell her his thoughts.

As a Sherlock Holmes with no sense of morality, there is nothing wrong with Shirley's morbid dependence.But this woman is so sensitive even when she is sick, so there is only the latter option.

He could afford to wait anyway.

The atmosphere on the island became rather awkward after that day.

After the two owners of this island had an unhappy conversation, they changed from being inseparable to avoiding each other.Of course, such a statement may not be appropriate. In fact, Mr. Sherlock Holmes' attitude is still quite natural, and it can even be said to be extremely calm.He continued his regular habit of getting up at 7:[-] in the morning, using it to look up information in the morning, discussing the latest medical plan with the doctor at lunch, and studying things that others could not understand in the afternoon, and occasionally playing the piano. violin, and at night he would go back to his room.

Yes, they finally slept in separate rooms!The island's medical team and housekeeping team thought the couple must have had an argument.But they didn't have the guts to discuss gossip in front of these two not so gentle people.

The whereabouts of Ms. Shirley Lee became mysterious.She only appeared in front of the doctor and stated her recovery when she thought it was necessary, and most of the time no one could find her.The servants weren't even sure if she went back to her bedroom every night, and her meal times became wildly irregular.When a Li wants to hide her whereabouts, even the hounds may not be able to find her.

What the Hound can't do, Holmes can do, especially when his search target's level of concealment is too low due to restlessness and addiction.

So after the awkward atmosphere lasted for about a week, the two consulting detectives finally had a second conversation.

It was a gloomy afternoon, with leaden clouds in the sky, and the howling sea breeze rendered a sweltering humidity that was about to storm.Holding two umbrellas in his hand, Sherlock walked up to the commanding heights of the island—it was a cliff about 80 meters above the sea level. Standing on the top of the cliff, he could see the endless sea and jagged rocks.

Within a safe distance from the cliff, the back of a thin woman in a hospital gown appeared in his line of sight.She heard footsteps behind her, but didn't respond.

Sherlock's eyes fell on the safety rope tied around her waist and her thin neck where her long hair was blown up.He silently walked up to her and sat down, and put an umbrella by her hand.

The one who spoke first was Li Mingye, who had been silent for a long time and had an evasive attitude.Her gaze was still on the boundless distance, her face was calm and pale, but her voice was very cold: "Sherlock, do you know about the suspension bridge effect?"

"Most men will mistake the thirst caused by nervousness when encountering danger, and the physical excitement such as rapid heartbeat as sexual impulse, and think that they are interested in that woman." Sherlock's attitude is the same Calmly, "Of course I know, but I don't think it has anything to do with me."

Li Mingye sighed softly: "Don't be stubborn, Sherlock. The dangers and stimuli you experience together with me will give you an illusion, and this illusion will blind your clever mind. You need to exclude the influence of these emotions, rather than being controlled by it."

"I am very clear about whether it is an illusion. This feeling started from 'Mojana', and I was aware of it when the little duke disappeared, so this has nothing to do with the drawbridge effect. Although I have to admit that we share The adventures you go through can add color to this feeling, but it is not the 'sex hormone' you imagine that takes the initiative, but your mind and soul." Sherlock showed a smile, which was very faint, But with some nostalgic meaning. "Especially when you invited me to fight McVitty..."

It was hard for him to describe how he felt at the time.At that time, he only felt that this woman was shining, and that kind of character that could be called noble surpassed everything at that moment, transcending the secular world.He's just a high-functioning sociopath, not an anaffective, and he still has some empathy.

Although that kind of empathy is very weak because it is too self-centered.

Since then, Shirley has changed from a crush with whom he can communicate on an equal footing to a monument of divinity.He felt the glory that almost came from the gift of God, and felt the unique miracle in his life.From then on, she became indelible and became a part of his soul.

Noble sentiments are often tortured by wretched lives before they bloom from the grit.Compared with other sentient beings, Sherlock is much luckier.

Until the statue fell.He finally panicked, and all the hidden psychological problems broke out in an instant, and he did crazy things.But he didn't regret it, and even used his loss of control to pave the way for the future.

Breaking and then standing, shattering Shirley's own inherent image in her heart.

As long as this goal can be achieved, is there anything he can't do?After that, he kept his distance, showed his harmlessness, reappeared at the right time, and grabbed her attention... He knew his importance, he was her only student and successor, and the friendship cultivated by long-term relationship Might help him do it.

If that doesn't work, it's just a matter of waiting.Waiting for the day when dripping water wears away rocks, as long as he can exchange those affections and all the past for a chance for her not to return to China.

This is Sherlock Holmes.Restrained madness, iron-cast rationality, and calm calculations.There is always a meticulous plan under the seemingly unscrupulous and straightforward appearance, controlling any variables.

There is not much he can rely on, even less in front of Shirley.This plan even brought a bit of endless despair. On the one hand, it was driven by PTSD, and on the other hand, it was also an opportunity...Using the excuse of PTSD, Shirley will always have more tolerance for him.

"If I like a woman or a man, I won't feel any trouble. Just like those goldfish said, Sherlock Holmes is omnipotent, huh?" Sherlock smiled self-deprecatingly, and he stared at Li Mingye's pale face. The side face, his eyes contained the pain and struggle of mountains and tsunami, which almost tore the peace in his words. "But I like you. You made me feel the world, led me to see so many things, and promised that I would always fight by my side—do you want to break that promise?"

Li Mingye closed his eyes and did not speak.

This week was enough for her to see through all of Sherlock's tricks.From getting along in daily life to all the details on the island, the former consulting detective who was completely awake saw clearly the layout of this student who is better than blue.She even understood what he was thinking now.

But even with knowledge of his plans, PTSD and his struggles were real.In essence, he was still the straight-forward Sherlock Holmes. After seizing an opportunity, he acted in a majestic and righteous manner, and finally spread all this before her eyes in an overt scheme.

He spread out all his pain and struggle, all his despair and hopelessness, all his secrecy and restraint... He held all these in front of her, let her pick and choose, and never complained.

If she is really a woman, then maybe she will really agree in a moment of soft heart.But he had figured everything out, but he didn't consider that there was another reason for the embarrassment and embarrassment in her heart.

They were originally one person with the same name!

Although the soul manifests in different ways, if the growth trajectory is the same, they will be the same person.

This is a chaotic (anti-harmony) relationship, right?And she's really not a gay (anti-harmony) lover!

After a while, she finally spoke: "What do you want?"

Sherlock was keenly aware of some looseness and restlessness, and he had to be thankful for his foresight—the morbid sense of dependence during this period and her habitual tolerance of him for a long time had an effect.But he also understood what she meant, and also knew that a certain bottom line of hers could not be crossed.

So he knew he couldn't ask for more.Taking a deep breath, Sherlock directly handed over the worst result he expected: "As long as you stay in London."

"You leave this island."

"it is good."

"After I graduate, I will find my own place to live."

"it is good."

"Stop your wild ideas as soon as possible."

"..."

"What? I think it makes sense. You know I'm a man. In my day, homosexuality was punishable by hanging."

"I know, but this won't work, Shirley." Sherlock looked at the cold and unshakable expression on her face, and smiled faintly, as if admiring a certain flower in the whole world on the top of an unattainable tree. .His voice was very soft, but he was more determined than her: "I can promise you anything, but not this."

"Love is an emotional idea, which would be contrary to reason, so I will not have this kind of feeling, and I don't plan to get married. It is inevitable for you to lose love, and I hope you will start to adapt from today." Li Ming Ye responded to this confession coldly, "For me, your thoughts are the most serious offense. If I were still a man, I would solve this problem with you in a man's way, Sherlock Holmes .”

"But you are not, and you can't stop I love you, my mentor." Sherlock chuckled nonchalantly, "Sherlock Holmes is a madman and a freak, he only cares about his own ideas, so he will stubbornly continue to love you."

The author has something to say:

Thanks to VI-Lost Hand (Anti-harmony) grenade (Anti-harmony) bomb, praise the local tyrants

thanks for the booze of mine

In fact, this chapter is really quite difficult to write.

The normal Juan Fu and the original Fu are difficult enough to write, and these two are not normal at all in this chapter

What we saw was an original Fu Fu who was suffering from drug (anti-harmony) addiction and heart addiction, fell into a decline in judgment, emotional, anxious and melancholy, and was calculated, and a Juan Fu who was tortured by post-traumatic sequelae and almost collapsed.

These psychological descriptions are really quite difficult. I wrote about 1W words of waste before I produced such a finished product.

Curly Fu is indeed plotting against the original Fu, but all his pain is real. He used his unbalanced mentality to set up a game, because he knows that if he does not vent it, there will be more terrible consequences, and any consequences are possible

It is possible to kill Oulos, kill himself, kill the original Fu, etc. He already has a mental illness, and superimposed the pain of losing the red beard into this accident

So Yuan Zhufu forgave his calculation after calming down for a week, and Yuan Zhufu was really shocked and basically speechless.But he doesn't let personal feelings cloud his judgment

The original Fu has basically returned to normal, he is almost addicted to the heart, and his discomfort with the syringe will be lifelong, there is no way around this, I have already chosen the best result for him