[TV] She forgot again

Because she couldn't find a clean cup, Nicole picked up a cup thrown in the sink, poured out the contents, and prepared to wash it up.

Only two "ding ding dong long" sounds were heard, and two white unknown objects hit the bottom of the sink.Nicole is not too dirty, picked it up and took a look - Nima turned out to be eyeballs!

Mr. Detective has really unique taste.

Nicole wasn't much afraid of these things.Everyone has a little hobby, right?

Just like herself, she always likes to collect some weird things, and she also has big pets.

So, she calmly washed the eyeballs and put them on the plate.Then brew coffee, add sugar, pour boiling hot and fragrant liquid, and as the gas evaporates, it seems that the whole room is filled with the aroma of coffee.

The whole process of Nicole making coffee was extremely casual, but when Sherlock drank her coffee, he gave Nicole a flattered smile.

The temperature of the coffee was just right to melt the sugar cubes, and the amount of coffee and the amount of sugar had a perfect ratio—this was the most standard coffee he had ever brewed except himself.

A certain Mr. Detective, who relies on coffee for 70% of his life, was in a happy mood, then patted another empty sofa and said, "Sit. It seems that you have learned the ratio of solutions very well."

"Can you speak Italian? Mr. Holmes." Nicole sat down obediently, completely unaware of what the other party was talking about in the second half of the sentence.

"No, I need an assistant who can speak English." Sherlock took another sip of coffee, refused Nicole's request without hesitation, and continued to talk with her in London accent English.

"Why are they on the plate?" Sherlock looked at the eyeballs on the table, next to the coffee.This time Sherlock moderately slowed down his speech.

"Although your hobbies... are strange, but, I think eyeballs... make coffee with you, and it's actually acceptable." Nicole slowly organized her words, and then expressed her meaning.

"..." For the first time, Sherlock Holmes lost.

"Your English is terrible! It seems that I have to help you make a perfect plan." Sherlock, unwilling to continue the unnutritious conversation with the goldfish, took a blank piece of paper next to him and started to write .

"One week, it only takes one week, and your English will make a qualitative leap." Taking advantage of Nicole's inability to understand English, Sherlock continued to speak quickly, "In this way, I can observe and record data from various aspects. This It will be a fairly meaningful experiment, called how to efficiently improve the non-native language system in a short period of time."

When Nicole took Sherlock's finished paper, looked at the terrifying data on it and Mr. Detective's serious eyes... silently ran to look up the dictionary.

An hour later, after Nicole finished looking up all the words, she looked at this week's study plan with grief.

Mr. Detective wants to imitate her rhythm!

So why not find a part-time job?At least a part-time job without learning English?

"It's easy, isn't it? Trust me, you'll be able to communicate normally like an Englishman soon." Sherlock said standing behind Nicole while holding the second cup of coffee made by Nicole.

Nicole stiffened, then relaxed.He turned around and gave Sherlock a dazzling smile.

She held the paper and shook it in front of Sherlock seemingly casually, then pointed to several places and said, "Can you remove these points, or reduce the number?"

Nicole looked at Sherlock with very seductive blue-green eyes, as if she was looking at her lover.Her voice was softer than usual, and she was able to touch people's hearts: "Sir, this plan is too much trouble for you, I can learn it slowly by myself. How about...put it on hold for a while?"

The paper in Nicole's hand was still shaking slightly, and she waited expectantly for the hypnotized Sherlock to nod in agreement.

"Of course." Sherlock nodded.Before Nicole could be happy, the next sentence hit her badly.

"It's not troublesome. Also, your hypnosis didn't work for me. I thought you had learned your lesson last time." Sherlock stuffed the empty glass into Nicole's hand, "Have another glass."

Nicole looked at Sherlock who was full of contempt. He not only satirized her hypnotic technique, but also satirized her memory again!

One day she could hypnotize him!

Nicole touched the earrings, tapped and recorded her first great goal in life-to hypnotize Sherlock Holmes.

Given that Nicole has applied to officially start learning English tomorrow.In the evening, she took the salary advance - Mr. Detective's huge bank.bank.card, and started to buy some necessities.

Online shopping is really the greatest invention of mankind!

A week later...

"You are the most stupid goldfish I have ever seen in the world, bar none." Sherlock said to Nicole, looking at the English learning schedule that had only completed 14.7%.

His long face was solemn, and he strode back and forth in the room, his black curly hair was also a little frayed at the moment.

Sherlock would not admit to that deep sense of powerlessness, to Nicole's memory.

Sherlock was confident that he could complete the experiment within a week, and by the way, raise the assistant's English level above the London level.

But... reality hit too hard.

So in the next month, Sherlock and Nicole completely took root in 221B Baker Street until Nicole could communicate with people normally.

Sherlock directly carried out his own experiment on the second floor, and by the way stared at a certain girl who was trying to avoid learning English.

"Nicole, the magnifying glass." Sherlock's young master ordered - you also need to hand over the things that are at hand.

Nicole put down the half-gnawed Oxford Dictionary and The Times, walked to Sherlock, picked up the magnifying glass right next to him, and handed it to him.

"Sir, the words I just memorized were forgotten by you." Holding the magnifying glass, he handed it to Sherlock, regardless of how many fingerprints his paws left on the mirror.

Nicole, who lives in a slumber at home, tied up all her hair and let it dangle casually behind her head.She wore a lot of thick clothes. Although there was heating in the room, Nicole always had cold hands and feet.

Sherlock looked at Nicole who looked like this. Although her face was bare and her clothes were casual enough, she was much more pleasing to the eye than those well-dressed women on the street.

There's no denying that Nicole's looks are God's favor.

"Don't worry, the result will be the same after three hours anyway." Sherlock continued to look at the microscope without raising his head, revealing his fair neck, and the blue blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible.

Even in the cold winter, Sherlock doesn't wear much.The dark blue pajamas always had a fashionable taste on him, thin and pale, yet elegant and cold.

Anyway, I don’t know how much better than Nicole wrapped in a ball.

The extremely active and hot brain cells always make Mr. Detective ignore his physical needs: hunger, cold, pain, exhaustion...

"Nicole, read the text message." Sherlock's ancestor ordered - the phone is in his pocket and he wants you to take it out.

"Sir, I don't have any text messages." Nicole glanced at her mobile phone, biting the pen holder and continuing to read the "homework" assigned by Sherlock.

Sherlock paused and took a deep breath: "Mine."

Before meeting Nicole, Sherlock would not talk nonsense, after all, getting too close to a goldfish would lower his IQ.

However, after meeting Nicole, the willful and cold consulting detective began to slowly learn to repeat his request.

Who made his favorite assistant have a worse memory than a goldfish! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

With a pencil in her mouth, Nicole sprinted to Sherlock's side, reaching out to touch the phone.

"Right." Sherlock's cold words interrupted Nicole's hand reaching for the left pajama pocket.

Nicole gave Sherlock an innocent smile.Well well, she forgot again.

Consciously turned on the phone, and then read out the content of the text message: "Sherlock, I have been knocking on the door for 10 minutes, please go downstairs and open the door - Lestrade."

"Mrs. Hudson, open the door!" Sherlock called downstairs without thinking.

However, no one responded.

Another text message: "Mrs. Hudson went on a trip two days ago... - Lestrade"

"Sir, Mrs. Hudson has been away for two days?" Nicole asked with horror.

Why doesn't she know?

Looking up at Sherlock, she found that although the other person looked calm and serious, Nicole definitely saw the deep ignorance hidden behind the gray eyeballs.

So, Mr. Detective, you don't know that Mrs. Hudson is not at home, do you?

So the two of them were too focused on the matter at hand?

I'm glad they didn't starve to death!

Nicole went downstairs and let Lestrade in.

"Good afternoon, Nicole. I'm here to ask Sherlock about a case." Lestrade greeted Nicole.

During this time Lestrade came several times.I am still very moved by this smart and cute little girl.And Nicole, who has an oriental face, can be remembered at a glance.

Nicole nodded with a smile.Looking at the familiar inspector who greeted her, Nicole couldn't remember who he was at all.

"Sherlock, I need your help." Lestrade took off his hat and said to Sherlock.

"I hope it's a case that makes people interested." Sherlock put down the things in his hand and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Well, six days ago the security system of the British Museum was breached. There was an intrusion, but nothing was missing. This has happened three times, every three days."

"The intruders retreated very quickly each time without leaving a trace. They blasted the glass and hacked into the monitoring system. The museum has strengthened all security systems to the highest level."

"The third time they didn't do anything, they just left a note." Lestrade took out a photo.

The photo is a note taken on-site.It reads: We will come again in three days!Appends a mocking smiley.

Sherlock glanced at the photo and looked away.Then he took Nicole's laptop and started tapping it cracklingly.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"Their fourth crime was just 10 minutes before closing this afternoon." After 20 seconds, Sherlock looked away from the computer screen.

"What? Shouldn't it be three days later?" Lestrade couldn't believe it.

"Hey, criminals can always fool you easily. Who stipulated that they must keep their promises? Obviously, their target is the bank next to the museum." Sherlock directly revealed the answer, full of confidence, even the black natural roll was proud a bit.

At the end, he added: "Boring."

"..." Lestrade.

"..." Nicole.Her hearing seems to have improved a lot, and she can basically understand it!

"I need to know why, Sherlock." Lestrade said helplessly.

"Nicole, you explain."

Nicole, who was named, is still reminiscing about Mr. Detective's deep and gorgeous voice.

"I only know that the security system of the British Museum is not very good. But the first two break-ins by criminals... have raised the museum's security system to the highest level." Nicole submitted an application document a few days ago For the museum, she hopes to serve as the museum's head of security, and earn some extra money by the way.

Before wearing it, Nicole wandered around because she liked to collect some weird things.The museum is obviously a huge treasure for Nicole. Relying on her flexible reach and Vivian's technical support, she has visited all the museums in China and Italy.

Therefore, Nicole knows the weaknesses of the museum's security system best.

"The first time the criminal burned, ah no, it blasted the glass of the museum, parachuted into the exhibition hall, and then the museum replaced all the glass with that kind of glass. It's the kind that can't be blown up, I don't know how to say it .”

"The second time they entered the electronic system, and then the museum reset and upgraded the electronic security system." Nicole said recalling the museum information she had seen before.

"In this way, the entire museum becomes a bunker. It will become very difficult to break into it from the outside."

"But what does this have to do with them wanting to rob the bank?" Lestrade seemed to have thought of something, but more explanation was needed.

"Oh, Anthony, move your rusty head. The time 10 minutes before the museum closes is the same as the time when the bank next door delivers cash.

The only place that separates the two buildings is the underground storage room in the Egyptian Quarter.The walls there would be shattered with a light blow. "

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Lestrade, and his analysis was astonishingly fast.

"It's Lestrade!" the Inspector emphasized.

"Whatever. They enter the museum as visitors, then take hostages or something, and attract all the police. Who cares about the bank's underground vault then?" Sherlock glanced at the Zhong, "You still have five hours, 37 minutes and 52 seconds."

At this moment, Nicole thinks Mr. Detective's unusual habit of being accurate to the second is really cool!He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the fatal temptation nestled on the sofa.

The golden sandy sunlight came in from the window sill and hit the side of his face.Sherlock was against the light, and his handsome face outlined his sexy face.Although he was wearing loose pajamas, casually wearing slippers, and slouching on the sofa, he gave Nicole the illusion of sitting on a throne.

Haughty with a bit of contempt for stupid human beings, but with a little thought of expecting to be praised and admired - just like a proud big cat!

She couldn't help itching her hands, and wanted to touch and hug the giant pet.

"Sir, your analytical ability is as outstanding as ever!" Nicole took the opportunity to flatter her, bending her misty eyes and smiling flatteringly.

Sherlock raised his head, obviously feeling much better.

Nicole, who caught Sherlock's changes, smiled sweeter, and she seemed to have found a good way.

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