[TV] She forgot again

Sherlock glanced away at Jasmine's two bags of gifts, and said suddenly: "You have an important date tonight, congratulations on finding a new boyfriend."

Jasmine looked at Sherlock in a daze, and the topic changed a little quickly.

"You have a gift for him tonight. The gift on the top of the bag is beautifully wrapped with a bow, and the rest of the packaging is sloppy. The red wrapping paper is the same color as the lipstick, maybe it was unintentional, maybe it's..." Sherlock spoke so fast that he didn't notice the change in Jasmine's face at all.

"Maybe just for a good friend, for a great friendship!" Nicole interrupted before Sherlock continued to hurt people. "I picked the same color as my nail polish for each gift."

After speaking, Nicole moved her slender and white fingers, which were colored by Nicole for fun.

Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Nicole with grateful eyes.

Nicole winked at Jasmine, then took her arm: "Come and see the gift I gave you."

Every Christmas Nicole will prepare more gifts, because I can't remember who will come to visit.Obviously, such a measure solved a lot of embarrassment for Nicole.

Nicole, who was pulling Jasmine towards the gift, suddenly swayed, feeling that feeling of falling again, more obvious than any time before.

"Are you okay?" Jasmine asked with concern.The girl is always warm and considerate.

"Ah, it's okay." Nicole shook her head, looked at Jasmine's misty eyes, and used hypnosis to change the topic.

Sherlock stayed aside, taking in everything that happened.

……

It didn't take long for Lestrade to arrive. He looked a little dusty, with a lot of snowflakes on his body.

"There is a new case." Sherlock, who was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, made his fingers into a tower shape, and sat up slightly.

"How do you know? Also, Merry Christmas." Lestrade took off his coat and hung it by the door, but Jasmine took a big gulp of the wine that was handed over to him.

"Normally, you should be here before six o'clock. The only thing that can hold you back from the holidays is a sudden and difficult case." Sherlock smiled and looked at Lestrade with gray eyes.

"Well, yes. A nasty case." Lestrade handed the big bag he brought to Mrs. Hudson, "As an apology for being late, the top steak at the Ritz Hotel was actually discounted, so I bought quite a few."

"The Ritz never discounts," Sherlock retorted, though he was more interested in that case now.

"Can you know... what the case is?" Jasmine asked while sitting next to Nicole.

"In the afternoon, the FBI came from the United States. It is said that a serial killer suffering from mental illness has escaped here. In order not to affect the public's holiday, the news has not been released, and it is just a secret search."

"Specific circumstances, Andre." Sherlock was obviously interested, but he could never get the name Lestrade right.

"For the sake of the holidays, Sherlock. It's Lestrade!" The inspector was completely speechless about Sherlock's behavior, "This matter is out of my control."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about any more bloody cases. The steak brought by the inspector is so tender." Mrs. Hudson put a large plate of delicious beef on the long table.

Sherlock got up reluctantly, walked to the dining table, and sat next to Nicole.

Nicole's complexion was not very good, her fair and pink face was completely drained of blood, and she sat stiffly on the seat.She felt terrible now, and the real feeling of falling made her dare not move.

Sherlock, who was sitting next to her, clearly felt that Nicole was abnormal. He analyzed all the symptoms, but he couldn't find out why Nicole was like this.

Sherlock frowned, looking at Nicole whose face was almost transparent.Nicole, who felt the other party's gaze, gave Sherlock a smile: "I haven't forgotten your Christmas present, Sherlock."

Nicole knew that he had been looking for his own gift before.But Sherlock, who heard her words, did not loosen his brows, and continued to stare at Nicole.

"I'll give it to you after dinner, I promise... well... I'm just a little uncomfortable, just eat something." Sighing, Nicole had to face Sherlock's stubbornness.

After forking a piece of veal steak for Sherlock to please, Nicole heard Jasmine sigh: "This beef looks so tender, I don't know where it is, it looks quite similar to the inner thigh muscle of a person."

After speaking, Jasmine shut up, and she looked at the crowd with apology.She always says the wrong thing.

"Ahem... so I was lucky to buy these steaks today. You don't know, there is a long line in front of the Ritz Hotel." Lestrade was about to put a cut piece of meat into his mouth.

"Everyone, don't move!" Sherlock stood up suddenly, and the chair moved across the floor because of the sudden back, leaving an extremely harsh sound.

As if pressing the pause button, everyone stopped and looked at Sherlock.Lestrade maintained his strange movements—body moved forward, opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue slightly, and rolled his eyes to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at Lestrade and suddenly gave an evil shark grin: "Put down your fork, unless you want to taste the human vastus internal and external oblique muscles."

Then there was a series of sounds of "Dingling Dangling".

Nico poked the flesh in front of her with a knife, and bad results popped out of her mind.

"Sher... Sherlock, are you joking?" Lestrade didn't question Sherlock's words, thinking that he was almost going to eat human flesh, he felt bad all over!

"Of course not, Nicole, you explain." Sherlock proudly raised his head, looking at a certain girl who was poking her flesh.

"A professional like Jasmine should be able to quickly see that the texture and texture of the meat does not belong to a cow, or an existence with a sky-high IQ like Sherlock can also tell from the appearance that the meat is abnormal. .” Nicole put down the knife in her hand and dutifully began to explain.By the way, praise a certain detective.

"Besides, Sherlock said before that the Ritz Hotel never discounts." I don't know when, Nicole has slowly remembered every word Sherlock said.

"In addition, the detective said before that there is a serial murderer at large. If it is not ruled out that he or she has time to commit crimes again, the person at our table is likely to be the victim."

"Plural, victims." Sherlock corrected a small problem in Nicole's words.

"My God!" Jasmine covered her mouth, her big eyes filled with disbelief.

"This damn guy gave the whole of London a Christmas present!" Lestrade gritted his teeth with a hideous face.

After speaking, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and started calling.Those "steaks" need to be recycled ASAP.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I have to go. If you don't mind...these...I have to take them away." Lestrade walked to the door, put on his coat quickly, and put those things in a black bag The meat exuding a strange aroma is packed.

"Go, go, oh, it's an uneasy Christmas!" Mrs. Hudson complained and panicked in her tone.

"Sherlock, will you come with me?" Lestrade turned to Sherlock.He knew that Sherlock would never let go of such a wonderful case.

Glancing at Nicole, Sherlock replied, "No, we'll be there later."

Nicole knew that in the past, Sherlock would definitely go out with Lestrade and grab her by the way.Of course, Sherlock doesn't ride in a police car, he hates police cars.

But now, watching Sherlock restrain his footsteps from rushing out of the door, suppressing his rushing blood, Nicole bent her star eyes.

How considerate.Although the mandatory option "go out to solve the case" is only a few minutes later.

Nicole leaned on the back of the chair and stood up, looking at Sherlock with a little self-willedness: "I think you have to change 'we' to 'me'."

"Go to the hospital." Sherlock didn't care what Nicole said.Although every doctor in the hospital is not as good as him, the hospital has the instruments and equipment he needs.

"What... what?" Nicole found that she couldn't keep up with Mr. Detective's rapid brain circuit.

Walking two steps forward, approaching Sherlock, Nicole had a soft and charming smile on her face and a little coquettishness, and looked at him intently with light-colored eyes, making people feel like they had entered a misty fairyland.

"Going to the hospital is a waste of time. Tonight is Christmas Eve. Help those poor London melon-eaters. The gift is under your pillow, in light blue-green packaging, and mine..."

Before Nicole finished speaking, the real sense of falling came suddenly.Unable to control his footsteps, he took a step backwards, his eyes widened slightly, and his body lost his balance and fell backwards.

This Nicole felt her body become stiff, her heart seemed to be tightly pinched by two hands, and then it beat suddenly.The feeling of falling that happened countless times became extremely real this time, as if she was standing on the tip of Tower Bridge in London and jumped off.

The five senses began to blur, as if in a dream, Nicole's black and gray hair fluttered away due to a sudden fall, and she saw Sherlock's nervous handsome face and the hand stretched out to her...

...and then, only darkness and dreams remain.

Sherlock was frightened for the first time. He looked at Nicole, who was weak in the last second, and suddenly fell backwards in the next second—like a perfect and exquisite work of art, falling from the showcase.

If it is not grasped, this work of art will fall to pieces.

Sherlock tensed all his muscles, and grabbed Nicole in the next second.He took a sharp breath, calming down the heart that almost jumped out of his chest before.

"Nicole, Nicole." Sherlock hugged Nicole on the sofa, patting her tender face.

"What's going on? My God." Jasmine covered her mouth and whispered, and hurried to Nicole's side.

Mrs. Hudson also put down her things and ran to the phone: "We need an ambulance... hurry up... 221B, Baker Street... Oh, please hurry up!"

Christmas Eve sucks...

But at least Sherlock didn't miss out on Nicole's Christmas present.

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Another time and space, another scene.

Here is a classroom, two invigilators, 25 seats and candidates.On a seat by the window, an oriental-looking or mixed-race girl lowered her head and fell asleep.

The listening in the classroom is like a lullaby, played steadily and without waves.The girl's head was nodding, and her sleep became more and more restless.

The second after the listening was finished, the girl's upper body was thrown like a table because of her body imbalance.

At this moment, the backward Nicole in 221B and the forward Nicole in the classroom collided, and their consciousness merged into one.

With a sound of "boom", Nicole, who woke up, supported the table and stabilized her body.The tip of her nose is now only one centimeter away from the table.

Blinking her eyes, her slender eyelashes swept across the table, Nicole slowly sat up straight.

Ignoring the teacher's stern eyes, Nicole looked around and sorted out her memories.

……

came back.

She returned to this world of her own.

But suddenly, I became at a loss...

The invigilator took away the blank test paper in front of Nicole, and Nicole fumbled for the pencil unconsciously, staring out the window to let go.

Four months at 221B Baker Street, London, what exactly?Can dreams really be so real?

His originally lifeless eyes suddenly flickered.

Nicole sat up slightly, she...wouldn't be so sleepy that she couldn't even sleep well, would she?

But... who is that curly-haired and cold guy standing outside the examination room?

Blinking her eyes, Nicole looked at the figure outside the window again, but it didn't disappear and was still approaching here!

A minute later, a man in unsuitable summer clothes walked into the examination room—a black coat with a turned-up collar, a black handmade suit, and a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned.

It is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar.

Seeing him striding forward with long legs, ignoring the invigilator and the rules of the examination room, and walking in directly, Nicole felt that she must still be dreaming.

"Based on your 121 days, 6 hours and 38 minutes of living in Baker Street, your English level is completely above the level of this international English testing system. It is a waste of time to stay here, and you have missed all the machine voices part."

Sherlock Holmes stood in front of her seat and stated a fact that Nicole was 100% unwilling to accept.

"..." She spent two months preparing for the exam with great difficulty, and now she just failed because she accidentally fell asleep!

and many more……

The point is not here.

Why did Mr. Detective appear in her world? !

However, after suffering from his little assistant's sudden coma, no medical treatment, and his body disappearing, Sherlock didn't have the patience to wait for Nicole's response.

Just like countless times before, Sherlock stretched out his hand to pick up Nicole, and led her out of the internet test room at a fast speed under the strange eyes of everyone looking at the monster.

Nicole trotted half a step behind Sherlock, and Mr. Detective exuded a "don't mess with me" and "don't talk" all over his body.

Hey, so scary~~~

It only took a few minutes from when Nicole woke up to seeing Sherlock.

But Sherlock in another world has experienced nearly ten days of torture.

Yes……

Fold, grind.

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