[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

After saying Merry Christmas to each other, taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Watson's Asian girlfriend made a suggestion - to play a game that is very popular in their social circle, agame of truth thordare, correct translation: truth and adventure.

This suggestion was strongly supported by everyone, except Sherlock Holmes, who believed that this kind of game relying on probability to win was meaningless. He refused to participate, and was scolded by Mrs. Hudson with a blank face He sat down at the table honestly, watching the group of goldfish in his eyes holding an empty wine bottle in front of him, and the next participant was determined by the orientation of the bottle mouth.

So what happens next becomes interesting.

Since everyone knew Sherlock's ability very well, he was unanimously excluded from the boxing group. After a round of fierce fighting, Serra lost to Watson with a score of 2:3. The wine bottle—then slowly circled around, the mouth of the bottle was surprisingly consistent with everyone's voices, and stopped in front of Sherlock Holmes.

Detective, "..." He began to wonder if John's girlfriend had taught the doctor some tricks about the game in advance, anyway, it was impossible for such a coincidence that it was his turn for the first time!

Everyone let out a haha, each face couldn't help the excitement that was about to move, the doctor cleared his throat twice exaggeratedly, and first tried it cautiously: He asked Sherlock and all the ladies present to post a post. face ceremony.

Sherlock Holmes subconsciously wanted to refuse, and then he was dismissed by the landlady's extremely menacing eyes. He was silent for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and took turns keeping a moderate distance from everyone present. Sera I witnessed with my own eyes that Jasmine, who was sitting next to her, turned red like a boiled tomato after meeting Mr. Detective.Then her eyes coincided with Sherlock's.

The curly-haired detective paused, raised his head, looked at Watson who couldn't stop smiling, pointed at Sera with a righteous face and said, "She has serious male phobia, and I'm afraid she won't allow it." I acted so disrespectfully."

Everyone: Oh, so you also know what rudeness is—or is it that our understanding of this word is fundamentally different in normal times?

Unexpectedly, the moment the detective spoke, the British actress also spoke at the same time——

Serra: "Cheek kiss?—no, look at those high cheekbones, I think they'll scratch my skin."

Everyone: "..."

Sherlock's eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at Sera's face, obviously looking like he wanted to make a fuss in the same field.It's a pity that as a candidate whose body, bones and face are recognized as "women and men will fall in love with both the East and the West, the modeling industry and the entertainment industry", it is difficult for Sherlock to pick the wrong candidate.He looked at it in silence for a few moments, and finally chose a compromise.

"I choose the truth," he said.

"Wow~" Everyone exclaimed exaggeratedly, but it was more about the novelty and impatience after witnessing the detective's defeat.

Watson at home was the first to speak——

"How old was the first girl Mycroft fell in love with?" The doctor's eyes lit up, and he expressed his enthusiasm for grabbing the detective brother's pigtails - think about it, and then work again After being picked up by a black car inexplicably, the other party's helpless face when he told this fact, as soon as he thought of that scene, he thought that all the sufferings he had suffered before were worth the fare!

Without hesitation, Sherlock betrayed his own brother for granted: "Seven years old, Laura, a little goldfish from Florida with a ponytail."

Watson let out a big laugh, and sat back on the sofa contentedly.

It was Mrs. Hudson's turn. The old lady thought for a while, and then spoke expectantly——

"I heard you're still a virgin... is that true, Sherlock?"

The detective paused for a moment, he scanned the crowd, and was silent for a few seconds amidst everyone's burning stares.

"Next," he said.

"Oh~" Watson elongated his voice meaningfully, and the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing.The answer is already obvious, Great Britain, London City, 35-year-old Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective, one of the most intelligent geniuses in the world, all his energy is used in the upper body and ignores the lower half-body ... Well... that's really good news.

The doctor couldn't help but hahahaha laughed again, feeling that the night had been wonderful.

It was Molly's turn. Under the gaze of everyone, this shy young woman pinched the corners of her clothes nervously, not daring to look directly at Sherlock's calm eyes. She took a few deep breaths and said in a trembling voice. I opened my mouth——

"I, I want to know... what your ideal type looks like..."

There was a sudden silence in the room.Everyone's eyes couldn't help turning to the curly-haired detective who seemed to be thinking.

Sela clasped her hands on her knees, sitting casually and elegantly, and cast a smile that was not a smile.

Judging from this genius' past behavior, she thinks that she has probably guessed the answer, the heartbreaking answer.

Sure enough, Sherlock said so.

"A man smart enough to hide from me," he said.

Molly's bright eyes dimmed suddenly.Although she also had some vague speculations in her heart, when this moment really came, she realized that her ability to bear was much weaker than she imagined.

Too.She thought to herself mockingly, if a person like Sherlock Holmes can't stand shoulder to shoulder with him, how can he match him if he has the vision to see the end of the world?Geniuses will never tolerate truly ordinary people.

Some people, like the moonlight, can only look up, but cannot embrace.

Molly said nothing.

Next it was Watson's girlfriend's turn. She was obviously a partner with a high emotional intelligence, and the question was quite simple and straightforward——

"Why did you choose Watson as your friend instead of others?"

Sherlock considered for two seconds.

"Because he has many advantages, and of course more disadvantages-but one point is so prominent that the insignificant shortcomings can be ignored."

"—loyalty. A very rare quality."

This was the first time that Sherlock Holmes praised so bluntly and without any other purpose. The doctor was quite moved and stared at this friend with tears in his eyes, and then the friend turned his eyes away without hesitation. He said calmly and clearly, "Next."

Watson, "..."

His girlfriend patted the top of the doctor's head pityingly, "My dear, don't cry, it's really distressing."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and stared at Sera who was smiling, "The last one, and end this stupid game."

One can imagine how helpless and speechless he felt about this so-called "truth or dare".

Everyone's eyes are cast in the past, looking forward to what kind of surprising questions this first-line female star who often appears on TV and mobile phones will say——

And her question was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

"Who am I, Sherlock Holmes?" she asked.

Everyone was stunned.Well, what kind of problem is this?

And over there, the detective was really stumped by this woman who didn't follow the routine.

He lowered his eyes, lost in thought, and didn't speak for a minute.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Finally, the doctor tentatively said, "Uh... I want to know if there is an accurate answer to this question? For example, 'I am a female star', 'I am Sierra Jones', 'I am myself'...such answers ?”

Serra smiled slightly and looked at the detective. "I think he has the answer."

The doctor touched his nose and wisely stopped talking.

Another minute passed, and this time Sherlock Holmes finally gave an answer——

"I don't know," he said bluntly, and then asked immediately, "Who are you then?"

Everyone:? ? ?Hey, what the hell are you two doing behind our backs? !

Obviously Sherlock broke the rules again, but now no one dares to interrupt this inexplicably started conversation, because they can all see that they are trapped in their own two-person world, and others can't get in at all.

Sherlock Holmes stared straight at the actress on the opposite side. Those strange eyes that changed color with the light were gray-green at the moment, very deep and penetrating. Once he stared at something seriously, it looked more like The inorganic eyeballs belonging to the hunter are mysterious and focused. Coupled with his deep-set eye sockets, there is also a peculiar paleness and coldness, which makes it hard for people not to tell the secrets deep in their hearts.

Powerful, oppressive, inquisitive and maverick aura.One look is the unique eyes that only extremely intelligent people will have.

Serra looked back at him, thought for a few seconds, then smiled and uttered a word.

"Selah," she said.

Only Sierra.No Jones.There are no other professional titles or self-identification descriptions.

Sherlock Holmes' eyes changed slightly.It's not clear whether he understood the deep meaning hidden in the answer.

Everyone watched the two play riddles in bewilderment, but they didn't dare to interrupt, and looked at each other in embarrassment, with a look of bewilderment.

Sherlock got the answer, and lay back contentedly, the expression on his face was clearly written with a line of bold and gilded words——

"do not disturb".

So everyone wisely didn't invite him to participate in the next few games.While talking and laughing, they drank the whole bottle of champagne unconsciously, and even got rid of a few extra bottles of red wine. Time went late into the night in the smoky atmosphere, and it was finally time to say goodbye.

In the middle of Christmas night, all the people who got together left one after another, leaving only Sera, Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson here.

Before leaving, Watson meaningfully glanced at the woman on the sofa with her eyes closed and meditating, and then gave Sherlock Holmes a look he understood, in exchange for his friend to look back blankly.

"Whether she's a star or not, Sherlock," said the doctor to the detective, "I know you've always dismissed love as a hindrance rather than an improvement—but when I'm gone who will Who will take care of you? Who will keep you company, be your tree-hole and thinking confidant? Who can fill the solitary black hole of a genius, and restore the glory of those two against the whole world?—You need someone, Sherlock , not necessarily me, but someone who can understand you, or even smarter—"

"I don't care if he is a man or a woman," the doctor smiled, "as long as you can fight together on the same battlefield—then he will be my friend too."

After all, eventually he will have his own life, family, and children.And Sherlock Holmes is still lonely, because he is so smart, the world has few mysteries for him, what he is most worried about is this friend - he will always be in curiosity, danger and dissatisfaction, and Xia Luo Rock Holmes needs a reliable companion.

Even if the opponent is very likely to be a big star, followed by a group of crazy fans and paparazzi.But that's all right, with Sherlock's wit and trickery, Watson believed he'd figure it all out.

So the doctor took his girlfriend and left here very relieved, and took away all the light bulbs in his eyes by the way.

In the middle of Christmas night, the apartment at No. 221B Baker Street returned from bustle to silence.

Mrs. Hudson cleared away the plates and glasses and went downstairs.Leaving Sherlock and Sera, who was lying on the sofa breathing calmly and seemed to have fallen asleep because of light drunk, she smiled contentedly and returned to her room.

In the deliberately dimmed lights, Sherlock Holmes had no choice but to hide in the single sofa because the three-seater sofa was ruthlessly occupied.He crossed his legs gracefully, crossed his fingers, put his chin between his fingers, and did not speak.For a moment, there was only the sound of two people breathing quietly in the room.

Sherlock glanced sideways.The person who occupied the magpie's nest seemed to be sleeping soundly—indeed, she looked very interested tonight, at least three glasses of champagne were settled, her cheeks were dizzy near the end of the show, her eyes were slightly blurred, and the corners of her mouth were rarely moved. There was always a faint smile.He could see clearly that everyone in the room couldn't help but cast their eyes on this woman. Although most people knew how to hide themselves, he knew it well.

Beautiful women are always more dangerous.In his many years of detective career, he knew this all too well.

Sherlock pondered for a while, and at the moment when the clock on the wall was slowly approaching the hour, a sound suddenly broke the silence of the room.

"Selah?" he said.

It's not calling her, it's more like a mumbling rhetorical question.

He was repeating Serra's answer just now.Obviously, he still has doubts that he can't solve.

Of course, this doubt is destined not to be solved, because it does not come from this world at all, and how can people answer questions outside the world?Not even a unparalleled genius.

Sherlock stared thoughtfully at the woman who had started pretending to be sleepy after a few drinks.He knew that she was awake, and a person like her was used to pretending that even the breathing of a deep sleep could be simulated extremely realistically, enough to fool more than 90.00% of people.He knew that Serra seemed to enjoy putting him in the public eye, giving him more exposure—he caught a sharp-eyed glimpse of her sneaking a profile shot of him and posting it on Facebook before she pretended to sleep , he just took out his phone and glanced at it but didn't say much.He's just not quite sure what she's doing it for - to keep him surrounded by paparazzi everywhere?Or is it a hint from the mysterious investor?

But until the truth came out, he wouldn't stop her from doing anything.Once he witnessed more details, he would be more likely to be exposed, and he was happy to see it.

Sherlock's eyes swept from the woman's "sleeping" side face to the chin to the body to the toes, almost from beginning to end, thinking.

The subtitles quickly appeared in front of his eyes.Still the same as before, but with one more line.

— loved someone.

Moreover, the previous "camouflage" was enlarged and bolded, and adjusted to a more eye-catching position.

For an excellent detective, seeing through concealment is one of the most important abilities.There are many details on the human body that can reveal the state of life in the recent period. Recently, for example, this state will undergo subtle changes from morning to night. For example, people with edema physique will visually gain a few pounds after returning home at night. , or a few false fine lines appeared in the corners of the eyes after not sleeping well.These are evidences that cannot be concealed.

As for Sera, this woman, he could hardly see such a change in her body.This shows that she is very good at disguising, and she is demanding on herself, has a strong planning and discipline in life, and can almost maintain the same state for a certain period of time.

As for the judgment of "loved someone", it is easier to understand-a woman who is smart, mature and has a clear goal will have interest and desire for him, but she does not.At least it's not obvious now.This can completely prove that she once loved someone, otherwise how could anyone not be interested in Sherlock Holmes? —there are too many examples from the past, and he simply cannot find an argument that can refute his argument.

But what is worth investigating is that he has never heard of Sera Jones having too much contact with any man, even the information on Mike's desk has never mentioned this, not to mention that she obviously has symptoms of male phobia—— So when exactly did this happen?

Is it also like Mycroft, a distant seven-year-old first love?

Sherlock Holmes fell into complicated thoughts.

——If Sera could hear the voice of the consulting detective at this moment, she would definitely praise him in a flat tone for his sharp eyes and deep thinking, and then send a meaningful Facebook page with a high-definition large-scale Graphic emoticon package——

"I have a sentence that I don't know whether it is appropriate to say (cross out) or not. You must say (cross out) and write it out and stick it on your forehead."

The author has something to say: it is said that curiosity and interest are precursors of emotion [smile

And the last big high-definition picture comes from the author's secret emoticon package (ゝω?)

I participated in the interview on Tuesday and changed it every day for a few days.I will definitely make it up later, okay~