[Comprehensive] The whole world has its own bgm, except me!

Due to the enthusiastic request of the wizards, Jian Jia decided to go to London to have a wonderful holiday this year.

She packed her luggage and told Jarvis to take good care of Mint. Amid the screaming and scratching of the cat owner, Jian Jia waved goodbye to it and set foot on the road to the airport.

Sitting in the terminal, Jian Jia waited for the flight notification, lowered her head and took out her mobile phone from her bag, and tapped the keyboard to send a message.

[Dear Mr. Detective, please don't forget to reserve a seat for me while you are having breakfast. Ps Please inform Watson that I brought him a present. 】

the same moment.

221B Baker Street, London, UK.

The melodious sound of the piano came out from the window. From Watson's perspective, he could only see his tall and thin back, which was more elegant than the chief violinist's posture.

But who knows, he is annoyed because there are no interesting cases recently.

The notification sounded on the mobile phone, and he continued to play the last chapter without interruption, and finally stopped.

Sherlock put down the violin and picked up the mobile phone on the table. In just a few seconds, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips, which were slightly thinner than those of others, were tightly pursed.

Watson's fire of gossip was burning.

"Let me speculate," he said, raising his hand enthusiastically, "your dear brother? . . . Moriarty's provocation?"

He guessed again and again, but failed to guess correctly. Instead, Sherlock's slender fingers slid down the screen, deleted the message, and threw the phone on the table with a series of decisive actions.

He turned around and picked up the violin, put it on his shoulder, and continued to play the next movement.The sound of the piano was high and short, mellow and high-pitched, like a duel on the edge of a cliff, which made people feel frightened while following the surging heart.

It's just that the music is much more enjoyable than before, which means that Mr. Detective probably found something interesting.

Watson imitated the detectives on TV, stroking his chin with a deep expression.

"Is Jane here?"

He stopped playing the violin, and a cold voice sounded: "Your soup is overcooked."

Watson was startled, and his attention was immediately diverted.

"Oops! You should have warned me earlier!"

……

After getting off the plane, Auror took Jian Jia to the hotel to stay, and arranged the next matters warmly and politely.

While thanking Jian Jia, she did not forget to ask: "How is he doing now?"

Auror smiled and said, "The research on potions has made new breakthroughs. Being caught by a group of old pedants asking non-stop, he should be busy. If you want to see him, I'll let you know now."

Jian Jia stopped him from taking the wand and said, "No, no, I just want to ask, thank you."

Voldemort became more and more reclusive, not sure if that was a good thing.

Jian Jia took a short rest and saw that it was almost time, and was about to go out when the phone rang.Sure enough, it was Watson's call.

She answered the phone, chatted with Watson with a smile, and went out with her things.

Half an hour later, Jian Jia appeared at the door of the apartment.The door opened one step ahead of her, and Sherlock raised an eyebrow, beckoning her to enter.Watson happily gave his fan friend a warm hug, and Jian Jia quickly handed him the homemade meat sauce sent by his mother from China.

Watson said that if the clinic with his girlfriend hadn't been opened in London, if he hadn't been more used to staying here, he would have wanted to live in China a long time ago!

Breakfast was very enjoyable.

Jian Jia picked up the coffee and took a sip. The coffee without milk was slightly bitter, but had a more special taste.

Sherlock looked down at his phone while drinking coffee, but within a few seconds, he put down his mug, wiped his fingers, got up and took down the windbreaker on the hanger.

"Sherlock?" Watson paused while eating fried eggs, "Is there another case? But today, Mary and I..."

"I'll follow him!" Jian Jia's eyes lit up.

As Sherlock's assistant, it's not that she hasn't done it before, and she just happens to be able to see how this great detective solves the case again.

"casual."

He went out without looking back.

Watson: Hey, how can I hear a hint of happiness...

Jian Jia quickly wiped her mouth, picked up her coat, said goodbye to Watson in a hurry, and ran up, following behind Sherlock.

"What case is this time?"

"Haunted."

"!!!"

For some reason, the word "ghost" came out of Sherlock's mouth, which made Jian Jia's skin crawl.

"If there are really ghosts, I won't follow you in."

Recalling the original videotape, Jian Jia still has lingering fears—even though she was the one who frightened the other party.

Sherlock said blankly: "Whatever."

"..."

The guy seemed to love saying casual to her.

Jian Jia put her hands in her pockets, Sherlock stopped a taxi, and she also got in quickly.The taxi drove smoothly all the way and arrived at the destination soon.

Before entering the door, Jian Jia had an ominous premonition.

She stopped in front of the gate, the dark glass, the narrow aisle in front of the gate, and the reflections of the branches and leaves of the locust tree, which was so huge that several people could surround it, were mottled and dense, making it hard to breathe.

Sherlock walked in the door without hesitation. Inspector Lestrade and several police officers were discussing something. As soon as the two entered, their eyes focused on the two of them.

"Meet you again." Jian Jia waved to Lestrade.

The eyes of the police officers who saw Jian Jia lit up—who doesn't know Jian Jia's name!

The policemen forgot what they were going to do and surrounded them. Before they could speak, Sherlock grabbed Jian Jia by the sleeve and pulled her into the scene of the crime.Jian Jia let out a sigh, made a troubled expression on the surface, and hurriedly followed up happily.Lestrade understood that Jane Jian and Sherlock could get together, which meant that she was not the kind of person who liked to be surrounded and asked questions, and stopped other police officers very sensibly.

Pushing open the door, the rotten smell coming from the shop was terrible, and both of them didn't change their faces.

Sherlock squatted down, his fingers touched the blood on the ground, with a pensive expression.

Jian Jia, who was also looking for traces beside her, suddenly froze.

"Shar... Sherlock..."

"how?"

"This house... I'm afraid there really is a ghost..."

It is rare for Jian Jia to be so restless. When she said this, her face was terrified, and even the end of her voice was trembling.She pointed tremblingly at the stairs, but her footsteps were slowly moving backwards.

"Let's go out first..."

Sherlock stood up and followed her gaze. The empty corridor was a little gloomy against the current atmosphere. The photos hanging on the wall suddenly shook and fell on the stairs with a bang.

"what!"

Jian Jia screamed.

She is not even afraid of murderers, nor monsters, only ghosts! QQ

This was just the beginning, the piano sound in her head was so low that every point was firmly pressed against Jian Jia's heart, she felt angry when she was frightened.

I don't know where the ghost came from, but he still wants to scare her. It's really ups and downs, she can't cure it, can she?

Jian Jia closed her eyes and felt the other party's position. At this moment, she clearly felt a red dot with a strong aura approaching. Before she could use bgm, Sherlock stood behind her and suddenly passed Jian Jia Her shoulders covered her eyes, his hands were cold, and Jian Jia couldn't help shaking.

From a place she couldn't see, a ghost figure floated out, showing a ferocious smile.

Without changing his face, Sherlock calmly took out a gun from his waist and aimed at it.

"boom!"

Jian Jia was startled and said, "Are bullets useful for ghosts?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a piercing howl, and the terrifying piano sound suddenly disappeared. Lestrade and the others rushed into the door after hearing the sound, only to see Sherlock covering Jane Jia's eyes with one hand and holding a gun in the other. .

There was nothing at the top of the stairs except for a bullet that rolled to the ground.

"Crack the case."

As soon as his words came out, the waltz-like bgm exploded suddenly, with a grand scale and a melodious melody. Accompanied by his footsteps, every step happened to be right on the spot. It was so handsome.

Sherlock let go, strode forward to pick up the bullet, and walked out the door ignoring the bewildered eyes of a group of people. Jian Jia's eyes were shining, and she followed behind like a fangirl.

"What happened just now?" Jian Jia asked in surprise.

Others may not be able to see it, but she heard the music of the ghost disappearing with her own ears.

"There is a special potion on the bullet."

Sherlock didn't explain much.

After all, the process of obtaining the formula is more complicated than imagined, even if you get it, you can't let anyone know.

Jian Jia: "...it's amazing for me."

Sherlock: "..."

He hates all words related to volume :)

Jian Jia walked beside and said, "Thank you for your action just now."

"Because you disturb my thinking, Miss Constable. Are you like that in New York?" His answer was not at all polite.

Jian Jia rubbed her nose and decided to change the subject of this arrogant detective.

"I heard from Watson that there was a man named Moriarty who made you suffer."

Hearing this, Sherlock said coldly: "He talks too much."

Jian Jia's heart moved, and she had a bold idea: "Want to see him dance?"

Of course Sherlock knew what she meant.

His footsteps stopped, and the two looked at each other.

"..."

"..."

Moriarty, not far away, suddenly sneezed.

Huh, have a cold?

The author has something to say: Moriarty: After finally appearing in the episode, can you make me look handsome?

Jane Jia: No.

Juanjuan: Can't.

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