[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

If there were people in this world who would lose their courage after being hit once, that would be very common, but none of these people would be Li Mingye.She left the hospital without waiting for the operation to be completed, and returned to her kingdom.

For a person like Li Mingye, it is useless to indulge in the blow of failure blindly, so she threw herself into the investigation of Moriarty and McVitie again.Li Mingye at work is a stern and majestic monarch, and her authority is almost invincible, especially when she captured the chemistry master of the University of London with lightning speed.

Not everyone has Mr. Moriarty's quick reflexes.When the professor from the University of London was arrested, it was not even dawn-this professor was arrested at the train station. He planned to leave after making the (anti-harmony) bomb, but Unfortunately, the retribution came too soon, and even more unfortunately, the professor collapsed and planned to use the bomb (anti-harmony) bomb on his body to threaten the police.

This is so sweet.Li Mingye ordered him to be shot dead without hesitation, and claimed that this person was from the same organization as the assailant of the Lexington Avenue bombing (anti-harmony) bombing.In the following four days, she used the dead professor as an excuse to "search for terrorist (anti-harmony) terrorist organizations" as an excuse to thoroughly screen McVitie's followers in the University of London.

These are some suspicious candidates that she has suspected for a long time. Taking this opportunity, she went to the door one by one, stared at the surveillance, and quickly profiled each suspicious person-ordinary people cannot stand her torture like this , even those "smart people" in the definition of ordinary people are the same.And the methods of our beloved former Mr. Consulting Detective were not so aboveboard at some point.

For example, this time the crime of weaving - to be honest, the professor who was unfortunately killed did not leave anything like the "list" and "clues" in her mouth, which also made her ineligible to apply for a search warrant .But door-to-door inquiries, monitoring and tracking, and even burglary when necessary... these are not obstacles.

In just four days, Li Mingye stirred up troubles at the University of London, and really found out a very high-ranking figure in one breath—a certain vice-president of the University of London at the time.After careful questioning, Li Mingye was a little surprised to find that he caught a gratifying big fish.

More than six years ago, when McVitie first arrived in this world, it was the vice principal who saw McVitie's academic paper on the binomial theorem published in a magazine.Mr. Vice-Principal has a very advanced academic background, and he can see the depth of McVitie's mathematics research at a glance.As a literati, he was impressed by McVitty, and after the subsequent exchange of letters, he even introduced McVitty as a confidant, and even helped him apply for a set of identity documents.

This moment inspired Li Mingye.She directly traced back to the nursing home where McVitie stayed when he crossed over, and asked McVitie's identity information.The nursing home claimed that McVitie suddenly appeared in the nursing home. Everyone thought he was a wandering lonely old man or a stowaway, but he was not sent to the refugee camp out of sympathy (fog).

After dismantling McVitty's identity, Li Mingye simply handed over the matter to Mycroft.McVitie’s identity is a native of London—obviously, Mr. Vice President has made great efforts—and after this identity is dismantled, McVitie does not have a passport, and he is not even a refugee, which is too maneuverable.

Before that, Mr. McVitie had always been a professor with a clean reputation and profound academic attainments. He never did anything dishonorable. Anyone who wanted to link him with a criminal organization would eventually find out that In vain - Mycroft was even responsible for this, after all, he was the one who bit the bullet and erased the handle of Oros, and at the same time had to cover up for McVitie.But once the identity is found to be false, the fun will be great.

Afterwards, Mycroft's people sent the vice-principal back with a good attitude, issued a gag order to him and continued to monitor him.And at this moment, as a stateless person, once McVitie reappears, he will be "sent to a refugee camp" immediately—as for whether he will actually enter a refugee camp, who knows?

At the same time, Mycroft personally inspected his kingdom.In the previous bout, McVitie and Moriarty's actions clearly proved that the two criminals controlled almost all their small weaknesses under applause.After a series of investigations, Mycroft finally found a nail—thanks to his flash of inspiration, he started searching from the handwriting of Oros.

Otherwise, how could McVitie and Moriarty Howard be able to insert a nail (anti-harmony) into Mycroft's confidant?

Ordinary people may only be astonishingly efficient when they give it their all.And when Holmes and Lee are at full strength and sleepless nights, their efficiency is simply frightening.To maintain this terrifying result, it requires strong mental and physical support.During these four days, Mycroft's somewhat rounded, friendly politician's face lost serious cheekbones, while Li Mingye, another lady who had obviously exhausted her energy over the years, was on a certain occasion. He managed to pass out when he stood up from his seat.

The body that was once destroyed by drugs (anti-harmony), the consequences of more than four years of hard work and lack of exercise, broke out in one breath after this huge emotional stimulation and four consecutive days of non-stop work.It has to be said that Li Mingye's treatment of her physical health can be called negligence. At least for the past four days, she has always thought that her dizziness and headaches are normal phenomena of lack of sleep, and coughing——smokers cough is no longer a problem. Is it normal?

After being sent to the well-known private hospital, the doctor held her lung X-ray and blood routine results with a smile, and announced a very tragic outcome—acute pneumonia, high fever, and malnutrition.And the poor former consulting detective was forced to infuse, and the long-term nervous tension caused sleepiness to surge after he relaxed.This irresistible drowsiness finally occupied all her thoughts, and she had to inform the agent on the side before falling asleep.

This sleep was extremely deep. Under the influence of the medicine, Li Mingye felt that he passed out halfway through the infusion.And when she woke up, she realized that she was actually in a very familiar ward.

This ward is indeed quite familiar, even if it is obviously a dark night around, she can guess what this ward looks like.

The decoration is based on warm warm yellow and soft orange and green. The layout of two bedrooms and one living room can only tell that it is a ward by the bell and drip stand on the head of the bed.This arrangement can be said to be the warmest private house, or a certain high-end holiday hotel.This is exactly the ward where she lived for a full month after she was injured by a gun (anti-harmony). The scene here is the same as before, except for a new TV and a new bed. Other than two, everything was just as I remembered it.

And she was lying on the large and comfortable sofa in the living room like a bed, even covered with a thick blanket.She moved her hand slightly, and suddenly felt a tingling pain on the back of her hand—she glanced down at the stuck needle on the back of her hand, glanced at the mobile phone placed on the tea table in front of her, and stretched out another sleeping numb needle with difficulty. His hands turned on the indicator light of the phone.

"You have slept for 19 hours and it is 10:21am on October 3st, and it seems like your last meal was at least 30 hours ago, you may consider ringing the bell for a nurse." A A deep and melodious cello-like voice suddenly sounded in the endless night.This voice is still a little weak at present, even if it is deliberately lowered, it still seems to have a bit of panting and hoarseness that would never appear on him at ordinary times, revealing a bit of forbearance.

Li Mingye's hands froze.

This little bastard really has a good brother.Li Mingye thought helplessly, a short chuckle broke out from the corner of her mouth, and said softly: "I thought retired military doctors would be a little more alert."

Sherlock said lightly: "The analgesic pump has a sedative effect, and John won't wake up because of this sound."

"What about you? Sherlock, the progress of human medicine is not only reflected in this comfortable and luxurious ward. It is true that this progress is huge enough if you want to make an analogy, but for people like you who are almost hemorrhage in the abdominal cavity, pain relief is not enough. The safe use of agents is clearly a more effective advanced technology.”

"Really?" Sherlock snorted, apparently too lazy to answer.But after a moment of silence, he still spoke: "I just adjusted the dosage. I don't want to tolerate those narcotics to paralyze my brain. The only narcotic and stimulant I can tolerate in this world is nicotine. Anything of it disgusts me."

The light of the mobile phone dimmed again, and the darkness enveloped everything around again, making it seem so peaceful and tolerant.In such a strange atmosphere, there will always be someone who can't help but tell the truth - how safe is the darkness at this time!No one was able to see the look on each other's faces, and they both lost their weapons against each other.

Sherlock couldn't see Li Mingye's haggard appearance with green lips and white lips, and Li Mingye couldn't see Sherlock's infusion bottle, drainage tube, urine bag and analgesic pump.Armed with darkness, they covered each other's embarrassment. Under such a strange atmosphere, it seemed that all the intrigue and every step of the way had gone away from them.The pair of men and women felt that in the quiet and dark atmosphere, some kind of impulse and courage were just around the corner.

This is really a natural barrier prepared for the truth!If they really wanted to speak at this moment, even the most powerful Sherlock Holmes and Li would not be able to tell the truth from the false.

"You are such an impulsive, mindless little bastard, Sherlock Holmes." Li Mingye sighed softly, her delicate girlish voice was also a little hoarse, with a little hazy feeling, like a ghost in the dark night. A handful of flowing water wrapped in fine sand. "As a consulting detective who is supposed to be logical and calm thinking at all times, you always have some untimely courage, which can push things to some irreparable pathetic situations."

After a moment of silence, Sherlock's extremely light laughter sounded from the direction of the hospital bed.

"This is the happiest sentence I've heard in the past few days." There was a hint of joy in his voice, which even diluted the depressive pain hidden in his words.

"I'm afraid your joy will be in vain." Li Mingye replied very indifferently. "Those burdensome emotional thoughts never shake my brain."

In the boundless darkness, Sherlock's breathing was vaguely short.His voice was very soft, seemingly uncertain, and he said in a tone that was afraid of being denied, "But I am different after all. You haven't shown up these days because you have accumulated the responsibility for the attacks on me and John." On yourself, if I'm not wrong, you haven't even slept in the past four days - you are not such a person, when the case is at a loss, you will divert your thoughts to relax for a while, during these four days It's impossible to have new clues for you to think about all the time. You divert your guilt by squeezing your body and mind. I really don't agree with this kind of ascetic thinking, but it makes me see hope. Why not admit it Shirley, you treat me differently."

"Because you are my student, and I have to take responsibility." Li Mingye's tone was firm.

Sherlock was silent for a short time, but finally laughed again. The vibration in his abdomen seemed to reach his wound, which made him let out a groan of pain.And with this faint groan (anti-harmony), Li Mingye's body moved slightly, but quickly calmed down again.

Sherlock adjusted his breathing slowly - only breathing at the right rate can help against pain.He took a breath (anti-harmony) for a moment, and then continued: "It's different, you know it yourself, it's different."

"Your guilt towards me is superimposed, one of which comes from the attack I received, and you regard this as your own responsibility-this is completely unnecessary, and you know it yourself, this is just your anger at yourself That's all, this kind of boring psychology will shake your reason. Now that you are in the hospital, you have proved the correctness of this conclusion. And the second is from my pursuit of you. You have not given me any emotional response so far. —it makes you feel guilty, and that's the real reason you've been trying to avoid me since I got back to London, other than your self-deluded self-embarrassment. You think my pursuit of you is justified , and you can't give a response..."

"Yes." Li Mingye interrupted him suddenly.In the dark night, her tone was calm and indifferent, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, she pulled away all emotions. "You're all right, but—so what, my dear Sherlock? It's not something you can just call 'teacher' a few more times."

"I don't want to." Sherlock said softly.

His voice was very soft, like a piece of snow, silently falling on the shoulder of the woman in the dark night.

That was a very Sherlock Holmes tone.Light and fragile, but each syllable is full of all the emotions he was born with, so that it almost has warmth and texture, and each letter and syllable is solidified with a certain kind of sincere burning.

"I just want to tell you that you don't have to feel guilty. According to what you said, maybe this is another trick of mine? All my feelings are at my own disposal, and I choose to give them to you, but this Not that I ask for gifts in return. Wisdom is made weak by thinking, and the heart is aching with love—this is the common man, and this is not me."

Li Mingye closed his eyes in the dark, but still did not give any response after all.

"Shirley, you made me feel the real world. You gave me wisdom, helped me start a career, you made me complete, and made me feel the feeling of helping others for the first time. What you gave me is enough, so you will always , Never feel guilty about me.”

"I don't want this kind of guilt at the moment. I pursue you out of my own wish. Anyone hopes that the most beautiful soul in the world can be by his side. Since I have already obtained the qualification for this companionship, why should I How about superfluous?"

A long silence shrouded this piece of darkness again, but this piece of darkness is no longer in danger of breaking out. At this moment, it is like a gentle goddess of the night, gently covering the two consulting detectives with a cold but extremely warm feeling. scarves.

"You've grown up, Sherlock."

The woman finally murmured softly, her rare expression of bewilderment was covered by the darkness.

Of the duo in the deluxe ward, poor Sherlock was arguably the more severely injured, having suffered a horrific open penetrating wound to his pancreas and had nearly suffered a visceral haemorrhage from fluctuating abdominal pressure.Fortunately, all these were resolved during the operation. What he has to do now is to support his wounded body with part of his pancreas and duodenum removed, and lie on the bed without being a monster.Fortunately, the drainage fluid in his pancreatic duct was still clear without any impurities, otherwise he might have to undergo peritoneal lavage again.

And John was even more fortunate—except for some traumatic blood loss, he suffered from slight fractures in certain sections of the spine. He basically lay down every day and turned over regularly. The bone peptide, anti-inflammatory and analgesic pumps could fully meet his postoperative recovery needs. .

But for patients with bone injuries, the most difficult thing is the boredom and pain during bone production, and Sherlock Holmes is by no means a good patient, especially when he is disturbed by pain and irritability of doing nothing.For little Sherlock Holmes, even if he was indeed shocked by John's bravery and fearlessness in an instant, he would only remember it in his heart, and he would not show any restraint in his attitude.

Of course, with his family upbringing, Mr. Holmes would not say what he thought was ugly.But Sherlock's destructive power is not only reflected in this single aspect - as long as he wants, he can chat to death within three sentences at any time.

Like now.

"John, if you have eyes, you will see that this female doctor's name is Andreasia McQueen, which is on her badge! She is a Scot, graduated from a prestigious school, came from a good family, and loves to paint. With the piano, she drives to and from work every day, and has an exclusive parking space. Obviously, she not only has good medical skills, but also has a position and salary that match her medical skills. Most importantly, she looks very calm when facing you. I I believe this doctor doesn’t like to laugh. Look at the less-trained smiling muscles and the face with almost no smile lines! Her smile at you is a formulaic smile. You should see Shirley more, she can smile more A standard masked face so you can tell if a smile is real or not."

With this series of stormy reasoning and "Sherlock Holmes-style" daily killing topics, the poor military doctor really can't continue to strike up a conversation.He couldn't help rolling his eyes, and gave an apologetic and sorry smile to the beautiful doctor in front of him, then he turned his head and growled angrily, "I said, Sherlock! I know you Unlucky enough, I was bombed on the second day I knew you, and today is only the tenth day I know you, thanks to the share of the rent at 221B Baker Street Come on, can you keep your mouth shut at a time like this?"

Sherlock, who was lying on another hospital bed, pursed his lips and muttered unwillingly, "I saved you from wasting time again, you should thank me."

Even good people have tempers.John snorted, apparently not intending to settle down: "This is the fourth time, I should really thank you—if I can move."

"The first was a nurse who apparently had a boyfriend, the second was a lesbian who was clearly more interested in Shirley, the third was Mycroft's current secretary - obviously you should thank Me, but not in the way you think, which is obviously extremely unrealistic, and you're just kidding."

During the bickering between the two, the lady doctor who should have been the most embarrassing was extremely calm.She even sat down on a single sofa closer to the hospital bed after measuring their blood pressure and body temperature very professionally.Sherlock noticed this, and after he responded to John's retort, he finally turned his head and took a serious look at the doctor.

Dr. Andreasia McQueen is a young woman who fits the appearance of a traditional British lady. Her long curly dark brown hair and clear lake green almond eyes make her look extremely attractive.Her beautiful and dignified oval face exudes a quiet and intelligent temperament. When anyone sees her for the first time, they will be attracted by her gentle and graceful posture and demeanor like an oil painting.

But McQueen in the eyes of Sherlock Holmes is destined to be different from the McQueen in the eyes of ordinary people.

The sharp eyes of the consulting detective fell on her expensive high-heeled shoes that were obviously put on in a hurry. The heels of those beautiful red-soled shoes were slightly turned, showing her solemnity and haste.And she is not the doctor in charge of this ward, and even the time of rounds is slightly delayed compared to usual, it can be seen that it is a temporary idea.Finally, he squinted his eyes, and saw McQueen's slightly healthy wheat complexion, which was obviously just back from vacation, and the obviously fairer watch mark on his wrist.

The detective consulted indifferently: "What do you need to ask me? It seems to be an extremely hasty commission, because you seem to know about it at noon, and you didn't make up your mind to ask me for help until the afternoon rounds."

"Help? Do you know Miss McQueen?" "Good John" extinguished his anger almost immediately. He looked curiously at the beautiful doctor who was sitting on the sofa with a dignified posture but couldn't hide his hesitation. "That's what you said' Client'?"

"My clients are not limited to Scotland Yard. I face all ordinary people who encounter weird and weird things, and then answer their questions." Sherlock chuckled lightly, and he almost laughed with joy, "Finally There's another case, I've had enough of this crappy hospital!"

He stared at Andreasia McQueen with probing eyes, and continued for a moment: "You come from a wealthy family, obviously the expensive earrings given by your elders show your noble blood—it seems that you have met Scotland Yard and can't Solved the problem, those idiots hit the wall every day. But you didn't know about me through Scotland Yard, you just returned from vacation yesterday, so you learned that my channel is the Internet?"

"The reputation of Mr. Sherlock Holmes has spread widely on the Internet, so I came back from vacation, and when I heard what happened to poor Anxi, I thought of you." Andresia said sincerely.But she changed the subject and continued: "But your physical condition is obviously not suitable for handling my commission—fortunately, my family has some famous elders who work in Scotland Yard and the government system , I just need you to give me some advice and point out a new direction, and I can solve this troublesome matter by myself."

Sherlock let out a "huh", suddenly picked up the mobile phone beside him, and started sending text messages with one hand.After sending a text message, he spoke again: "If it's a commission that needs to run errands, I have a candidate—but I don't know if she is free, after all, she hasn't come for five days."

"You're talking about Shirley?" John curled his lips. "Sherlock, you can't ask a woman you're pursuing to be around you all the time. A man must be patient enough to pursue a woman."

Sherlock chuckled and was about to speak when his phone beeped.He lowered his eyes for a moment, and the smile on his face became more obvious, obviously triumphant, like a child who hasn't grown up.

"I'm not like you. My teacher wouldn't mind helping a student she's powerless and paralyzed in bed. Neither of us can ever turn down a case any more than a bee can turn down nectar."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Bamboo Bamboo for mine

Thanks to the potted mines under the window

Thanks to VI-Lost Mines X2

In fact, I don’t really like Chinese translation of emotional dramas, because I think everyone has their own understanding, but I will state this paragraph without affecting everyone as much as possible.

Juan Fu's aversion to stimulants and narcotics comes from Yuan Fu's addiction to drugs (anti-harmony).

Yuan Fu is a man, so he is the first to speak, just to grab the first hand, it is also half a warning

Juan Fu did not play cards according to common sense and started to fall in love, because he had no other way to impress Yuan Fu.Juan Fu completely gave up his tricks, completely suppressed his PTSD tendencies, and then confessed.

Are those confessions touching?It's touching, but it's all drafted. Xia Xinji's essence remains the same. It's a routine of moving people with love and retreating. But love is true, and retreat is also true.

Yuan Fu knew the real predatory nature of Juan Fu and the repressed PTSD tendency, so he was really touched.What he felt was that in his own almost hopeless feelings, Sherlock learned to suppress that extreme self-inclination, and began to truly grow up, knowing patience and restraining his own desires

Although Yuan Fu has no emotional experience, he understands psychology, so this can be said to be the first time he really felt the love of Juan Fu

Applause for Xia Xinji!

Romance line (crying bitterly.jpg): I, I want to live!