[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

After this chatter, it gradually came to dinner time.

Although Mrs. Hudson usually doesn't care much about Sherlock Holmes' meal routine, after his old friend Dr. John Watson left, he was in a stage of eating disorder.But given the visit by Selah Jones, and Mrs. Hudson, who is apparently also a big fan of the Unfinished Stories episode, she kindly invites Selah to stay for dinner, along with Sherlock's meal.

Of course Sierra would not refuse. As an actor, she was really tense every day. Although she had to discuss with the director in advance and worked overtime with other actors overnight to finish the filming of next week's plot because of the investor's task, she won the award. Two days of rest.But when she lived alone, she never knew how to cook. Most of the food was taken care of by the aunt at home, and she was tired of eating.Such a chance for a change of taste, of course she would gladly accept it.

When she heard her say the word "yes", Sherlock Holmes glanced at her calmly, the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly, and then nestled on the sofa, covering his face with a newspaper.

Then Serra experienced the first dinner in her life that could be called the dark cuisine of the food world.

When she chopped up the steak and saw the uneven interior, she had a bad feeling in her heart.Until she put the cut piece of meat into her mouth, and the moment her taste buds touched the thick juice and meat and swallowed it, she paused obviously, and then quickly looked at Sherlock Holmes——

The other party glanced at her, calmly and habitually put one piece of steak after another into the mouth, the muscles on his face never twitched, as if he couldn't feel the powerful lethal force from the food on the table at all, and solved it mechanically and quickly. After taking his share, he drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Mrs. Hudson held her face, her eyes filled with anticipation, "John and Sherlock both like to eat the food I made, and they seem to be very hungry every time. I didn't even have time to give them another meal after that portion... How about you, Sierra, do you like the taste?"

She forced herself to swallow the piece of meat without chewing it. People with sensitive ears could even hear the thud.Her complexion remained unchanged, holding a knife and fork with a calm and elegant expression, she smiled slightly at the landlady's wife, and said softly, "It was delicious, thank you for your dinner, Mrs. Hudson."

After a pause, "Oh, look at Mr. Holmes, I think he hasn't eaten well all day, maybe you should add a little more for him, he doesn't look like he's had enough to eat—"

Sherlock Holmes immediately lay down on the three-seater sofa with a bang, picked up the book on the table to cover his face, and put his fingers crossed on his abdomen, with a selfless appearance that could not be disturbed by anyone or hear anything .

Sierra narrowed her eyes.

Mrs. Hudson waved her hand in surprise, and sighed, "Oh leave him, Sherlock always likes that, especially after eating the dinner I made... I think maybe he is too full and needs A while to digest, never mind, Serra, he'll be back to normal in half an hour—hopefully..."

Then she turned her head, pushed the plate in front of her very kindly, looked at her with gentle eyes, and encouraged, "Eat, eat, eat more, you are too thin, both of you, you will definitely feel better when you hug her." each other to each other's..."

Sera took a deep breath, and without saying a word under the kind eyes of the landlady's wife, kept smiling and finished the whole piece of beef on the plate. Like Watson, he loves to drink red wine, but the fact is that the glass of red wine in front of him is the only food that can be eaten normally on the table.

During the time she was finishing the dinner, she also vaguely heard a gasp from the corner that was similar to coming from the chest cavity.There is no need to doubt that this is some kind of schadenfreude.

She finished dinner pretending she didn't hear anything, then thanked Mrs. Hudson sincerely for her hospitality, and helped carry the plates into the kitchen, then walked out and went straight to the cool black tea on the table, Poured a full glass for himself and breathed a sigh of relief after drinking it all in one gulp.

The man pretending to be dead on the sofa was finally willing to take out the book on his face, and turned his head to look at her, his tone sounded very upright and serious.

"how do you feel?"

Sera took a deep breath, "Ten nuclear bombs exploded on my tongue one after another. The smoke and fire burned all the way to my trachea and stomach. I don't think I will live for a few days."

Sherlock looked her over, then concluded, "You're fine - you'll get through it, and then you'll get used to it."

If she was going to come to him all the time, she had to expect this ending, and it was obvious that she would go through this painful process again and again.

—he was definitely gloating, no doubt about it.After John Watson, finally another fellow sufferer came to share his extremely special mental journey that is not known to outsiders.He couldn't be happier.

Serra was silent for a minute.She was thinking about whether the benefits given by the mysterious investor were really worth her sacrifice.

She pondered for a while, then turned her head to look at Sherlock Holmes.The other party was also looking at her, but when he caught her gaze, he paused for a few seconds, then immediately turned his head to look directly at the ceiling. A minute later, his eyes slanted again, happened to meet Serra's gaze, and turned back instantly, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Sera raised an eyebrow slightly.What does his little eyes mean?What bad idea are you playing again?

But she would never take the initiative to ask.After knowing a little bit about Sherlock Holmes, she began to have a certain understanding of "how to deal with Sherlock". The first and most important point - never show any confusion or curiosity in front of him He can easily control the rhythm between the two, and occupy the position of absolute dominator in an instant.

So Sierra sat on the opposite sofa with peace of mind, went to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot black tea, then picked up a magazine and began to quickly flip through it.There is no intention of leaving here immediately.

Sherlock Holmes lay on the sofa, turned his head to one side, and looked at her thoughtfully.But the actress with relaxed posture and downcast eyes didn't seem to notice his scrutiny at all, and there was even a mysterious and elegant smile at the corner of her mouth.

Sherlock Holmes' eyes turned from top to bottom, and the subtitles that appeared in front of his eyes were still exactly the same as before——

keen.clever.Leave no trace.thought deeply.

poisonous snake.lie.Both true and false.The purpose is unknown.

And after these few encounters, no matter how meticulously he observed, he only managed to add one more word: camouflage.

He pondered for a long time, and when the newspaper in Sera's hand had turned to the last page, he suddenly spoke.

"You keep doing these two things twice a day: reading, drinking tea - drinking black tea." Sherlock's tone was still fast, calm and clear, with a certain certainty after research, "—even if you Don't like doing it at all. Why?"

From the very first time, he could see how sophisticated this woman's camouflage was. Regarding her preferences, she could easily deceive many people: In fact, she didn't like tea drinks at all, including coffee.She also doesn't like to read newspapers, because she believes that more than 70.00% of the content above is not from the truth. "Reading newspapers" is more like a signal of polite refusal to her, to pass the boring leisure time or to observe others s method.Although she used to be a model, she spends no more than 15 minutes a day on dressing up and dressing. It is simple and casual, and it is difficult for others to see her true style.What is even more amazing is that after knowing that Sherlock has a very precise set of rules of reasoning and deduction, she can still communicate frequently with a detective calmly and calmly. Unaware of the danger.

She's either really big-hearted, or she's extremely big-hearted.She is not at all afraid of the threats that the two forces can bring to her. She stands still in the wind and rain, and her tolerance and psychological endurance are astonishing.

Habits are an interesting thing.A person who can quit a habit can be said to have a very strong self-control, but a person who can fake or even make the other person mistake it for her own habit is the most terrifying.They are like chameleons, great actors who grow stronger because they have no established desires and no one to control them.

Then this snake-like woman, if she wanted to, she could hide it from him quietly.So why did she make these obvious moves?

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Under the dim light, this woman sitting on a double sofa, half of her face turned away from the floor lamp, her eyes downcast, and her silhouette was outlined as deep and graceful as a sculpture, when she heard this question, she couldn't help but smile, and then Putting away the newspaper, turning his head slightly, most of his sunken eyebrows were covered by shadows, just like the streets in the movie "Dream of Paris", showing a loose, decadent sense of lens, the image is gorgeous and decadent, and the color is dim and ambiguous.

When she was heard by a smoky voice, all the pictures seemed to be aging gradually, separated by the dense fog like oil paint, with an elegant sense of depravity.

"Then what is the purpose of what you are doing now, Mr. Holmes?" she asked, with a faint languid smile in her tone, as far away as a drunken poet, "'I searched for satisfaction in poetry, but I didn't find it. /I searched for spiritual food and got only little sweets and biscuits/When poetry failed me, I looked for the food I craved in prose, searching everywhere for spiritual things/But there are only a few people who are trying to surpass human beings flaws, and only their hard work and hard work can meet my needs...'"

Sherlock replied almost without hesitation: "It's in a letter from TE Lawrence." After a pause, he looked at Serra, "So?"

Sierra propped her cheeks with her hands, and with mist in her eyes, she smiled lazily, "You are like a sensitive hunting dog looking for prey you are interested in, Sherlock Holmes. You like excitement, and others On the contrary, danger can make people like you healthy-get rid of the negative state of emptiness and boredom. Without the danger and suppression of vigilance, a kind of inner laziness will start to breed at will... You will continue to seek triggers throughout your life. Activities with a sense of crisis, cannot rest, cannot stop."

Sherlock frowned slightly.He could not refute this statement.Because it really does exist.

"You hunt for the novelty and excitement after sin, even though you know in your heart that it will put you and your friends in danger of reincarnation countless times, but you never tire of it." Sera smiled silently, like a cat She narrowed her eyes, the light reflected a faint light in her green eyes, and her voice was as soft as a sigh.

"You are an addict who relies on solving cases to maintain excitement, so you can endure everything that is not of interest to you because of your interest. What you enjoy is the thrill of chasing, the feeling of blood spurting, and I—"

She leaned against the back of the sofa chair, raised her eyes, looked at the ceiling dyed dim yellow by the light, and smiled slightly.

"I do things I don't like to calm my soul temporarily."

Use self-control to fight the mad desire in your heart, the prairie fire ignited by one of the greatest criminals.Despite her best efforts to let it die down, there was still smoke and heat in her chest.And she hates the feeling of being out of control, so she will wait until the day it completely cools down.

She's here for a vacation, to relax, not to rack her brains to occupy the earth again, which is tiring.

—peace of soul.This sentence sounds really good enough.Sherlock turned his head to the side, he thought for a moment, then looked at Sera's face again, this time paying more attention.If you want to describe it accurately, it's like having an X-ray.

Serra didn't mind the penetrating gaze.She leaned back in the chair, relaxed her body, and looked around the apartment lazily, remembering some eccentricities about Sherlock Holmes mentioned by the doctor in her blog, she couldn't help laughing silently, and said softly .

"There's a lot of death in this living room," she said, no doubt referring to the white skull, the bloody surprise in the refrigerator, and the mysterious oil painting on the wall that looks like a skeleton from afar. "——Maybe you should raise some goldfish and make it more lively." She suggested sincerely.

Sherlock followed her gaze quickly for a week, and retorted without hesitation, "It's unnecessary-I meet countless goldfish every day when I go out, and some of them will find here by themselves."

Serra thinks that the goldfish who "found themselves here" probably included her.

If you don't take revenge and go back, it's not her style.

But this time she had a better idea.

Sierra took out her mobile phone, ignored Sherlock Holmes' thoughtful eyes from time to time, opened her Facebook, and slowly sent a sentence: "Guess, who am I drinking tea with now? --Keyword hints are as follows-- "

There is a high-definition picture on the back: an alpaca head grinning happily.

Then she calmly put back her phone, and was about to continue teasing this little Mr. Holmes, when the crisp "ding" sound made her stop her mouth suddenly, then turned her head, looked at the phone quickly took out a glance, paused, The detective who glanced at her calmly.She understood immediately, and couldn't help raising her brows with interest, a smile gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Oh," she dragged out, "you actually followed my Facebook."

"No." Sherlock retorted quickly.

"Really?" Sera said slowly, "If I remember correctly, it seems that people I follow will also make this special notification sound when they have updates."

The detective covered his face with the book again, and without saying a word began to play dead.

Sera gave him a meaningful look, and continued, "Oh yes, maybe it's just a coincidence - if you really haven't paid attention to me... Of course you wouldn't know, my favorite girl in the world What exactly is an animal, right?"

Under the book, the detective couldn't help but frown slightly, and an extremely magical picture quickly appeared in his mind like a nerve reflex——

Grinning with an incomparably silly and sweet smile...

alpaca.

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