[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

"How fresh." Sherlock opened the body bag, admiring the corpse, with a happy expression as if looking at a peerless work of art.

"Maybe you can explain why you dragged me here instead of waiting for your co-tenant partner as agreed?" However, Gu Yan will wave his card in disgust before Sherlock can speak, "Forget it, I don't want to know. I told Stanford to bring the man over."

Sherlock pouted imperceptibly without saying a long piece of theory that he had prepared, and his attention was finally allocated to forensic doctor Jasmine who was standing pretty on one side.

"Just sent here, 67 years old, died of natural causes. He used to work here, he was a pretty good person." Jasmine's face was full of happiness and shyness that was not hidden.

"That's great." Sherlock pulled out a wrinkled satisfied smile, "Let's start with the whip."

Without any psychological barrier, Sherlock picked up a small whip and swung it vigorously.As a normal person, Jasmine was obviously not used to watching her former colleague being flogged to death: "Is today going well?"

"We will come to record the scars in 20 minutes." Sherlock put away the horsewhip, took out his black leather notebook, and recorded the time and the first group of reference groups.

The combination of a small notebook and a fountain pen, compared to the cell phone memos that other people prefer, he always looks old-fashioned like a strict gentleman in these strange places.

"Maybe I can tell you now." Gu Yan scratched his waist and made trouble from the side.

"Oh~ you always surprise me." Sherlock threw his hands back unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly became serious, and he looked back and forth between Jasmine and Gu Yan: "Both of you are wearing lipstick."

Jasmine was obviously taken aback, and nervously found an excuse, trying to fool the consulting detective in front of her: "I, I want to look more energetic."

"Well, I think it may not be useful." The sensitive and inferior forensic lady immediately took out a tissue and sipped off her lipstick, trying to look indifferent.

In contrast, Gu Yan had a strand of blond hair wrapped around his fingertips, but he was very determined. He stood on tiptoe and got very close to Sherlock: "Does it look good?"

Restraining the sharpness all over his body, Sherlock looked at Gu Yan's lip color seriously for a while, and replied firmly: "Dry rose color, it suits you very well."

He bent down and pecked lightly on his lips, licking his lips with satisfaction: "Prettynice (very beautiful)."

Seeing what Jasmine didn't understand at this scene, the smart girl immediately suppressed the shyness on her face, and unconsciously clasped the tissue with lipstick still in her hand.Thanks to the two people's consistent demeanor, Jasmine took a few deep breaths from the sidelines, desperately suppressing the sadness that began to well up in her heart.

This is the person she quietly looked up to and carefully liked for two years.

He worries every day that he, who is keen to observe, will find out his little thoughts that seem to him to be extremely naive.

Such days have finally come to an end.

It turned out that he would also show such an expression.

"To be honest, your lips look too small after you wipe them off." Sherlock said without worrying about the other party's emotions.For him, these harsh words are sometimes just a simple statement of facts.

"Okay. Would you like some coffee?" An embarrassing feeling spread through her limbs like electricity. Jasmine couldn't hear all the sounds from the outside world at the moment, only the clear and rapid heartbeat hit her eardrums, making her brain swell A swelling, very dizzy.

[Natural point.Don't cry, you should have known earlier, right? ]

"Black coffee, two pieces of sugar, we are upstairs, thank you."

【Upstairs laboratory】

"So you saw it?"

The lights in the laboratory were cooler, and Sherlock, who was titrating with a plastic-tip dropper, was covered with a soft bluish light, and his curled eyelashes covered his cold gray-blue eyes.Gu Yan happily looked at the charming and handsome boyfriend in front of him, pointing something.

"Studies have shown that mutual suspicion and lack of trust are the main contradictions of emotional splits." Sherlock stared at the color change in the Erlenmeyer flask without raising his head, trying to explain the facts.

Sometimes Gu Yan really loves the old-fashioned mannerism that pops up in him from time to time, he always does things strictly according to the strange rules he set for himself, willful and heart-warming.

"Thank you for your erudition." Gu Yan was very face-saving, pretending to believe this lame reason, "I am very happy, Xiali."

"I know."

"I love you."

"Ding." The dropper with the rubber tip hit the mouth of the flask, making a crisp sound.

"...Iknow." The detective's voice was as reserved and elegant as ever.

"Someone will come in a while, don't bully them too much."

"I know."

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"He is a magical person. In his eyes, there may be no secrets in this world."

A man with a fat body and a gentle face came to the laboratory with a man who was obviously limping.

"Something is different." The lame man leaned on a cane and looked around, frowning and standing erect. "I still like this."

Sherlock glanced at his "prospective roommate" and began to play tricks: "Can you lend me a mobile phone to send text messages, my battery is dead."

"Use mine." The lame man handed over the phone without any precautions.

Stanford took the opportunity to introduce the man beside him: "This is John Watson, my good friend."

[This is really amazing. ]

Gu Yan looked at this scene that was different from the original novels he had read, but was inextricably linked. For the first time, he felt a sense of ritual.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"Unconscious?" Watson couldn't react.

"Which country is it in, Afghanistan or Iraq?" Sherlock finally turned his head to look at the other party this time.

Before Watson could answer, Gu Yan who was at the side murmured and said, "The probability is 75% that it is Afghanistan."

Watson glanced blankly at his friend Stanford, then at Gu Yan, who looked pretty and easy to talk, but only got two knowing smiles: "Afghan, I'm sorry, but why do you..."

"What do you think of the violin?" Sherlock went his own way and only solved the things he wanted to confirm.

Watson looked around and confirmed that Sherlock was asking himself: "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I play the violin when I think about things, and sometimes I don't talk for days, mind? I think we should get to know each other's flaws before we become roommates."

"Oh, actually, one should be added, Sherlock's room is sometimes quite messy, and things are placed in some strange places." Gu Yan seemed to think of something and added, "But maybe the boys' rooms are always like this? "

Watson was a little dizzy after receiving a lot of information at once, and applied for off-site assistance: "Did you tell them about me?"

"I just said that someone came to share the rent." Stanford, who was holding a petri dish to observe, smiled innocently and cutely.

"Okay, Watson, our house is in the center of London. The house is not bad and the price is reasonable. Sorry, we are in a hurry." Gu Yan, who hugged one side, walked towards the door of the laboratory, "Let's go, just in time to arrive at seven o'clock Reservation restaurant."

"Wait, we just met and decided to rent together." Watson felt that the past few years in the army made him unable to keep up with the speed of today's young people.

"something wrong?"

"We don't know each other. I don't know the time and place of the appointment. I don't even know your name."

"I actually mentioned the name just now, if you listen carefully." Gu Yan couldn't help interjecting, "And you, the military doctor who was stationed in Afghanistan, were sent back to China due to injuries. More than half of the soldiers who returned from the battlefield have a certain degree of Psychological problems, so your lameness is probably induced psychologically, believe your physiotherapist told you so, right?"

Sherlock took the words naturally, and added his own deduction: "You have a brother who loves you very much, but you don't ask him for help. You can't understand him, maybe because he is addicted to alcohol, or more likely because He ditched his wife. I think that's enough, you say."

[The way they speak is really similar. ]

Watson couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Avalokitesvara pendant on his chest was slightly hot, which awakened the last bit of conscience left in Gu Yan. He took out a small sachet from his bag and handed it to Watson, with a smile as bright as her blond hair: "My exclusive formula, yes Insomnia caused by PTSD has a significant effect, calming and sleeping. Remember to put it on the bedside."

"Oh, yes, thank you." The good-natured Watson accepted the gift from his new friend and returned a shy smile.He has never been good at dealing with such overly good-looking girls.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes. Seven o'clock tomorrow, 221B Baker Street." Sherlock blinked his right eye mischievously, and waved his hand to Stanford, who had been entertaining himself, and said hello: " Good evening."

After speaking, Meteor left the laboratory in strides.Two long trench coats threw an identical wave at the door.

Obviously, this wave of IQ crushing and Watson's response satisfied our big detective.

Even if the IQ is not quite up to par, at least it's not some uninformed idiot from Scotland Yard.

Stanford nodded in response, looking at his friends who were still ignorant, with the same schadenfreude as everyone else: "They have always been like this."

The author has something to say:

I don't know when my brother will come to the three trials [smiling face]

Juanjuan is such a willful but unexpectedly conservative gentleman who immediately makes other girls give up as soon as he has a girlfriend, and makes others give up even if he taunts.

Double update this week! !If there is more time, I will write the special episode that I owe, probably when Jujuan and Doctor Strange meet this kind of silly episode