[TV] She forgot again

Before going in, Nicole suddenly thought of Mr. Detective's full marks of willfulness, stopped and asked in a low voice: "Wait a minute, Sherlock. Tell me you have notified the special police, Mycroft, the police, whatever you want."

Sherlock looked down at Nicole, with an expression of "what are you talking about?", and ruthlessly spit out: "No."

"Oh! What if this artist is a crazy pervert? What if he wants to die with you?" Nicole put on a bitter face, expressing the helplessness of a boss who likes to pursue spiritual stimulation.

However, Sherlock didn't hear a word at all.

"This kind of dangerous matter can be handed over to the people under Mycroft, or the prime minister's people. There are so many people under them, it's okay to lose one or two... But there is only one in the world Sherlock Holmes."

Nicole didn't want to express that other people's lives are worthless, but she cared more about this cohabitant and boss who had been together for more than a month than strangers who didn't know each other.

Sherlock, who was a little impatient, fell silent immediately after hearing Nicole's words.

Looking at Nicole's wrinkled face, Sherlock stretched out his pale hand and patted her on the head very tenderly.

"There will be no danger." Sherlock whispered, his gorgeous and magnetic voice seemed more reassuring and intoxicating at this moment.

Nicole: But, the point is that she doesn't want to go in together!

Without giving Nicole any more time to struggle, Sherlock silently walked to the warehouse door, and pried open the somewhat rusty lock in two or three strokes.

Although Nicole believed Sherlock very much, she still notified the police.Why not use free labor?

The warehouse is not dark, the morning light has already sprinkled on the ground, and there is a little softness in the desertedness.

Princess Suzanne, in a green gown, was strapped to a chair, her makeup was long gone, her eyes were red and swollen, and her mouth was taped.

Princess Susannah was a little excited when she saw Sherlock and Nicole coming in, struggling to say something.

Nicole gave Sherlock a "you've got the kidnapper, I'll save him" look, fumbled for a knife from his pocket, and ran to untie the princess.

Sherlock walked around the warehouse, but found no trace of the kidnapper, so he walked up to Nicole and supported Princess Susanna together.

The moment they walked out of the warehouse, they bumped into a man head-on.

Dressed plainly, wearing a white apron, there are many traces of oil paint on his body.The most obvious proof that he was the kidnapper was his right hand, where the blood on the little finger stained a large piece of gauze.

Before the kidnapper could react, he was thrown to the ground by Sherlock's side kick.Nicole just wanted to find a rope when Sherlock took out handcuffs from his pocket and handcuffed the kidnapper to the iron fence.

Nicole, who had long used Sherlock's pocket as her own, was surprised: How did she not know that Mr. Detective was still wearing handcuffs anytime and anywhere?

The subdued kidnapper didn't struggle too much, and the expression on his face was indifferent.He only said one sentence slowly: "This will be the greatest work of art in this century."

Sherlock stood in front of him with his hands in his pockets, his pale and handsome face showed no expression: "That's a good idea, next time I suggest you cut someone else's fingers."

Hearing Sherlock's words, the kidnapper raised his head in surprise.He looked at Sherlock with a weird look, as if he had found a similar person: "We are incompatible with this society. One day..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the loud sirens had already reached his ears, and the heavily armed special police quickly surrounded the scene, and the professional medical staff took Suzanne away.

Someday what?Nicole thought.

One day Sherlock will be like him?Go crazy, become a lunatic?Use your super high IQ to destroy the world?

impossible.

Nicole asserted.

Sherlock won't go that far, because his horrible sanity won't let him go to crime.And Sherlock doesn't need to be understood by most people, and this society doesn't need another ordinary person who goes with the crowd.

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The prime minister doesn't need to abandon his dignity to have sex with pigs, Princess Susanna is safe and sound, and the melon-eaters waiting to see the show have almost dispersed...

The offender is former Turner Prize winner, performance artist Carlton Bloom.He regards all people as parameters in order to complete an experiment and demonstrate the social consciousness of a society.

If there is no Sherlock, if no one can find Princess Susanna, then 04:30 in the afternoon will be the time when the results of the experiment will be revealed.

Will people empty out the city to watch the prime minister live?If Carlton Bloom let the princess go at four o'clock in the afternoon, would anyone find the escaped princess in time?

Without Sherlock, this is another unsolvable dilemma for the Prime Minister.

What he faced was the choice between the lives of others and his own dignity.

If he gave up this opportunity to rescue the princess for his own dignity, then in a sense this is a manifestation of human selfishness.

Once the princess really dies because of this, the prime minister will face the torture of his own conscience - the prime minister will become a public enemy, be ostracized by the political circles, be personally endangered and even endanger his family...

But if he really gave up his dignity and fulfilled the kidnapper's request, what would he face in the future?

On the surface, he is loved by the masses, but the queen is a shadow that cannot be erased for a lifetime and the rejection of his wife...

However, the prime minister doesn't need to think about these things now, he just needs to be thankful that there is a Sherlock Holmes in England.

That unique consulting detective.

The little stray dog ​​that Nicole picked up by the side of the road was directly packed by Sherlock and thrown to Princess Susanna, and lived a happy life as a noble dog ever since.

And Sherlock's reputation once again resounded throughout the country.

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White snowflakes floated in London, sprinkled on the city one after another.The silver-clad England and the approach of Christmas made Nicole feel a little excited, but the joyful and beautiful festive atmosphere made the famous Mr. Detective very upset.

On the second floor of 221B Baker Street, in Sherlock's bedroom, several holes were punched out of the dark purple large retro patterned wallpaper - it was a stern expression embedded in the wall.

This shows that Sherlock is not in a very happy mood.Although it was a wonderful Christmas Eve, the gunshots in Baker Street seemed normal.

Mr. Detective is always so self-willed, but it is not annoying, Nicole thinks.

——After all, Sherlock has a fascinating skin, an intoxicating temperament and...a sky-high IQ.

"Boring, boring!" Putting on pajamas, Sherlock put aside the smoking pistol and complained about his current mood, like a child who couldn't eat candy.

Glancing at Nicole who was playing with the computer and ignoring him, Sherlock nestled into his exclusive sofa a little annoyed, with a vicious expression on his face: "Don't all criminals have this kind of boring holiday?"

Without even lifting her eyelids, Nicole replied, "If you're bored, you can put on some nicotine patches for fun."

In this way, she can be quiet for a few minutes and let her check the information.

Nicole feels something is wrong with herself recently.A while ago, she would dream of falling suddenly in her sleep, but in recent days, she would occasionally feel the illusion of falling suddenly in her daily life.

This feeling... like a reminder.

Nicole felt that this might be her reminder to end this Nankeyimeng.

Sherlock, who was huddled in the sofa, touched the three nicotine patches on his arm, but said nothing.

Even Mycroft was always worried about whether his younger brother would play himself to death because of taking too much of this thing, but Nicole thought it was nothing.

She was sure of Sherlock's ability to control herself, just as she seldom had any addictions, because that bad memory would erase those longing feelings in time.

When a person is at a loss and has nothing to rely on, she always feels that the person who helps her the most is extremely powerful.

Like Sherlock is to Nicole.

But now Nicole is a little overconfident and thinks...

Sherlock can do anything.

"You're having a nightmare." It's a declarative sentence.

Sherlock just glanced at Nicole, and analyzed countless information: blue eyes, dehydrated skin, lack of sleep - decreased sleep quality, decreased mental state, lack of concentration - something on his mind...

Something in the dream reminded Nicole of reality, and she had a premonition that it would happen.

"Yes, I need to find out why." Nicole nodded, sitting cross-legged across from Sherlock.The plain face is also beautiful and natural.

"Two years ago, I published a paper on 'The Dynamic Correlation Between the Cerebral Cortex and the Three-Dimensional Maintenance of Dreams'." After speaking, Sherlock sat up slightly and looked at Nicole with a little pride.

The gray gem-like eyes did not flicker at all because of lying.That damn paper title would have been a no-brainer for a erudite high-IQ genius to look up.

Nicole finally gave Sherlock her sight and attention.Yes, there was a puppet encyclopedia in front of her, but for the first time, she didn't dare to expose everything naked in front of him.

"It's just a little nightmare, and I've already found it." With that said, Nicole closed the computer and looked at Sherlock with those beautiful blue-green eyes.

lie.Sherlock looked at Nicole's fingers tapping the computer unconsciously, and looked at him with faint hypnosis in his eyes, denying it in his heart.

"It's time for you to change your clothes. Mrs. Hudson will prepare a big dinner soon." Nicole quickly changed the topic and urged Sherlock to change his clothes.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, a day that belongs to family, lover, friends, and relatives.

Nicole, who suddenly traveled to London, felt not loneliness tonight, but an indelible warmth.

221B is warmly decorated, with Christmas trees, lanterns, golden bells, red and green decorations, colorful gifts piled up under the tree...

And surprise guests.

Yes, guest.

Sherlock Holmes can be said to have no friends, Mrs. Hudson is alone, Nicole is a newcomer, and stays with Sherlock every day.

So, Ni can spend this Christmas with just the three of them.Unexpectedly, Mrs. Hudson invited someone else.

"This is little Nicole's first Christmas here! We should be more lively." Mrs. Hudson pulled Nicole and said happily, "So I invited the detective and Jasmine. Actually, Nicole, you should Go out more, make more friends, don't be like Sherlock who always walks alone. I hope that Christmas will be extremely lively every year."

After listening to Mrs. Hudson with a smile, Nicole raised her head to greet the guests.

"Merry Christmas, um..." Tilting her head, Nicole tried to think of Jasmine's name, but it didn't seem to work.

"Jasmine." Jasmine answered herself, without any unpleasantness on her face.

Jasmine Amber, is a forensic doctor.A gentle and warm woman.Nicole had seen her several times during these months.Jasmine sometimes helped Sherlock send some experimental research items, and sometimes she and Sherlock went to her place to admire the corpse.

But Nicole's poor memory keeps Jasmine forgotten.From being awkward at the beginning to getting used to it now, Jasmine said that she was used to it.

"Merry Christmas." Jasmine said this not only to Nicole, but also to Sherlock who Shanshan went downstairs.

Sherlock was wearing a dark green shirt, a black handmade boutique suit, and his natural curly hair was a bit messy.He half-closed his eyes, exuding a lazy and indifferent aura.

Jasmine looked at Sherlock obsessively, she couldn't control her beating heart.

Following Jasmine's pink gaze, Nicole knew for the first time how to interpret boredom, impatience and disgust into laziness and indifference.

Jasmine was dressed very beautifully tonight, with exquisite makeup, specially done hair, a black suspender dress with sparkling crystals.

Although her memory is not good, Nicole is not stupid, she can tell that Jasmine's meticulous dressing is for the invitation on Christmas Eve tonight, for Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded to Jasmine, then walked around the room to Nicole and stood still.

Information quickly appeared in Sherlock's mind, and he was making sure that his little assistant hadn't forgotten to prepare his Christmas present.

But the result made Sherlock pursed his lips - he, didn't find it.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't speak, Jasmine said nervously, wanting to liven up the atmosphere: "Inspector Lestrade called earlier and said he would be late."

"Do you have to work overtime for Christmas?" Nicole happened to see a red ornament hanging on the Christmas tree. She couldn't name it, and it looked like a small plant.Round red fruit with two or three leaves.

Reaching out to take it down, he inserted it into the pocket of Sherlock's suit naturally.

Well, it makes Sherlock look a little festive.A dark green suit with red decorations is the perfect Christmas color.

Jasmine watched Nicole's movements, her eyes flashed.She knew that this girl, who was as beautiful as a gift from God, was Sherlock's assistant, and they got along very well and got along very well.But she still had a little hope that Sherlock wouldn't like Nicole, or anyone.

In this way, she can enjoy this secret love silently.

"Christmas is all about rest!" Mrs. Hudson brought drinks and eggnog. "We can start dinner when the inspector arrives."

"Oh, by the way, the presents for you young people are piled up under the Christmas tree." Mrs. Hudson was sitting on the sofa, drinking mulled wine while looking at them with a smile.

"Mrs. Hudson, I don't need those things." Sherlock knew what Mrs. Hudson gave him without even picking up his present.

Every year Mrs. Hudson sent the same thing.

Nicole was a little curious and wanted to weigh and see what was inside.Before she could reach Sherlock's gift, it was already taken by a pale and beautiful hand.

Looking up at Sherlock, Nicole was even more curious about what Mrs. Hudson gave Mr. Detective when she met his averted eyes.

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