[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Sherlock still sat there with a calm expression on his face. Carol was so angry with him that she lost her temper, so she could only grab the mineral water bottle on the table and drank it all, extinguishing her anger in her stomach.

Carol squeezed the empty bottle hard, and all the air in the bottle came out, and the whole bottle curled up, flattened badly.

Sherlock gently opened Carol's fingers, put the poor plastic bottle of doormat bag on the table, and said to himself, "Thank you, I don't know who she is mad at."

Carol turned her head to one side, stuck out her tongue into the air, and cursed Sherlock with a circle in her heart.Arrogant, tsundere, I hope you will be chased by dogs when you go out... Bah, bah, bah, she hastened to take back what she said just now, what if Sherlock was really bitten by a dog and infected her with rabies?

If she became a rabid wolf, she would go crazy and bite people at every turn. Carol was startled by her own thoughts, and her body trembled.

Sherlock looked at Carol's back facing the air, grabbed her hair, and tugged it lightly, "Are you cursing me again?"

"Bah, bah, don't say anything depressing!" Carol hurriedly turned her head and covered Sherlock's mouth with her hand, "You must not get rabies!"

Rabies?Sherlock narrowed her eyes, what was on her mind all day long?He tilted his head slightly, looking at Carol thoughtfully.

Carol immediately closed her mouth and blinked her eyes. How did she express what was in her mind just now?With Sherlock's expression now, he felt like looking at a fool.

She suddenly realized that her fingers were still pressed against Sherlock's lips, and the breath from his nose hit her fingertips, and a burst of warmth flowed through.Shocked, she immediately withdrew her hand, and in order to cover it up, she squeezed out an insincere smile, "Hehehe..."

"Carol Ann, do you know how hypocritical your smile is now?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

Carol closed her mouth in a second, twitched the corners of her mouth, and secretly turned her back to touch her fingers.

The pure white moonlight came in and shone in the silent room. Sherlock felt that Carol's back looked a little unhappy, so he let go, "For your unhappy sake, I allow you to ask a question. question……"

"Sherlock, you have to mean what you say!" Carol immediately turned to look at Sherlock when she heard this sentence, and laughed after receiving his affirmative answer, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking hahahaha, Xia Locke, you care about me."

"Carol Ann, look at how successful you are." Sherlock shook his head, "I haven't finished yet, but the prerequisite is that I have the right to refuse."

Carol puffed up her mouth, knowing that Sherlock was so difficult to deal with, she turned her head again, with a hint of slyness in her eyes, "Sherlock..."

Sherlock responded, "It seems you thought of asking?"

"Of course I thought of it." Carol moved her head closer, staring intently at Sherlock's eyes, and she just kept looking at him silently for an unknown amount of time.

Sherlock didn't make a sound, waiting for the girl in front of him to play tricks. She bit her lip and blinked her eyes slowly. The long and curly eyelashes seemed to pass over his heart quietly.

"Sherlock, do you like me?" Carol's mouth curled up slightly, and she leaned her head lightly towards the back of the sofa.

Sherlock was startled, and he quickly reacted, "This question...skip."

"Hmph, I know!" Carol leaned her head on the sofa, "Then it's your acquiescence."

What she didn't see was that Sherlock turned his head sideways, the corners of his mouth were quietly pulled up, and an imperceptible smile disappeared in an instant.

Carol looked up at the white ceiling, trying to count the gaps on the wall in a daze, but was attracted by the circular light tube.They didn't turn on the lights, and the whole room was only lit by moonlight, but with her eyesight, every corner of the room could be seen.

Carol thought of a question she had struggled with for a long time. How did Sherlock, who was obsessed with solving crimes, become "Doctor Strange"?Even if the world is chaotic, there must be a reason.

"Sherlock, you..." Carol stood up and looked at him, and asked seriously, "Why did you think of learning magic?"

"You finally asked a meaningful question." A look of sadness flashed across Sherlock's face, and he immediately regained his composure, "I can tell you the reason."

Carol felt that Sherlock's mood suddenly fell, she stopped making noise, but sat there quietly, waiting patiently for Sherlock's answer.

"I was in a car accident." Sherlock's voice was extremely calm, and it sounded like he was describing something that had nothing to do with him. "It was carefully planned by someone."

Seeing Carol's worried expression, Sherlock smiled, "Of course, how could that kind of car accident trap me?"

Carol thought that Sherlock was pretending to be relaxed, and she asked nervously, "Then, was your hand damaged? That's why you thought of going to Karma Taj for treatment?"

"How did you think of this?" Sherlock looked at Carol with some doubts. He raised his hand, moved his fingers nimbly, and comforted him, "Don't worry, my hand is fine."

Carol nodded. This is not the same as the plot in Doctor Strange. If Sherlock didn't lose his hands, would there be other reasons for him to learn spells?

"But you guessed a little bit right." Sherlock said with a smile in his eyes, "Carol Ann, you are very smart."

"I did go to Karma Taj for treatment..." Sherlock reached out and pressed his finger on his temple.

"Are you dumbfounded by being hit by a car?" Seeing Sherlock's actions, Carol immediately asked, and this cold joke froze the scene instantly.

"You have a rich imagination and a great sense of humor." Sherlock looked indifferent, wishing to take back what he had just praised Carol, so he added, "It always leaves me speechless."

"I just want to liven up the atmosphere." Carol smiled, "Isn't it funny?"

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth in a face-saving manner, and the slightly sad mood when he mentioned the car accident was instantly washed away. He continued, "What I lost is my judgment."

Carol was stunned. She knew that for Sherlock, even if he lost his ability to move, his brain could still keep running at high speed, and everything was completely in his hands.But... Losing his judgment, he would start to slip into the abyss of despair little by little.

"It's not as serious as you think." Sherlock reached out and shook Carol's eyes, pulling her back from her thoughts, "Don't worry, even your brain at that time was better than yours now."

Carol: ...