[TV] She forgot again

"This photo is from Lyra Stanger's lost phone, and it's a photo of the baby's father. Dark purple wallpaper with silver fusiform pattern, the clues are there so ostentatiously that Scotland Yard can't see it! Ah, of course you don't see, you don't even know there's a phone with secret photos on it."

Then Annalize heard the voice from hell. This low and cold voice cut through her apparently bright and happy life, and dug out the darkness she was most afraid of, dripping with blood.

Bonnie, who was standing next to her, seemed to have come to her senses. Annalize took a trembling breath when she heard her, and then looked at herself with misty eyes.

That was her wallpaper, Keating's wallpaper.

The man in the photo, Sam Keating, is her husband, Laila's professor.

Everything seemed to be going in a direction beyond her control.She wanted to refute and question, but that man, he gave all the clues, evidence, and reasoning that could not be overthrown at all.

On the night Lila died, her husband, Sam, was supposed to be going to a lecture at Yale that night—as evidenced by the tapes, he didn't.

Leila's lost cell phone is now in the hands of Rebecca's boyfriend Wes, who is also one of her students - the phone is located and the address shows that Wes rented an apartment.

Sam spoke with Lyla on the phone, just an hour before she died—even if Sam deleted the record, the man found it all.

The man told a lot of clues, but all of them revealed the truth of the murder case bit by bit.During the period, the girl beside him took him obediently, and occasionally explained the reason for everyone at the request of the man.

They seem to be a good match, a good match with the same heart.

Annalize didn't know why she still had the heart to think about these things at this time.She was still thinking, it's a good thing that man doesn't care about lawyers at all, otherwise she would lose all the lawsuits in a mess.Because she doesn't care about the truth of the case, she only cares about winning.She creates all possibilities, insinuates, conceals, and secretly changes concepts, as long as she can win the lawsuit.

As expected of the only consulting detective with a great reputation.

Annalize closed her sore eyes shyly...

Sam became the biggest suspect, but the murderer was Frank, another male assistant of hers.

The truth was in front of her like this, and the police had already driven the police car to arrest Sam and Frank.And she, with Bonnie's support, fell down on the seat.

She tried her best to hide all her fragility and become an excellent strong woman. She swallowed all the suffering by herself, and wanted to continue to maintain this already somewhat turbulent family.But in the end...everything she did was a joke.

Thus ended the case of Leila Stanger.During the few minutes when Sherlock moved his lips.

Among the countless dumbfounded, Sherlock said arrogantly: "Don't rush to praise me", and then threw the file bag containing the photos to the inspector and announced a series of names.In the end, he took Nicole and walked away proudly.

Just looking at Sherlock's cold and straight back, Nicole knew that although his Mr. Detective was bored by Lila's case, the faint complacency factor was even more difficult to ignore.

——I am in a good mood to hit the British goldfish again.

……

During the two-week business trip of his gentle and warm neighbor Mr. Hannibal, he missed many things:

Leila's case finally found the murderer, and the extramarital affair plus buying, murder, murder, and people made Sam Keating a street mouse that everyone shouted and beat.In the university next door to Oxford, a male student who didn't really have a high sense of presence was found dead in the woods, and the case was finally closed by accident.Sherlock Holmes proposed at a bonfire party held at Oxford University, and is said to have been moved to cry a dried goldfish.Nicole seemed to have completely forgotten about him.

Ugin was falling to the west, and Hannibal returned home in a hurry. When he greeted Nicole who happened to open the door, he saw the strangeness in the dreamy and beautiful eyes of the girl opposite.

Stiff for a moment, Hannibal adjusted his facial expression, told Nicole his name and identity again, trying to evoke the memory of the other party.Afterwards, he suppressed the irritability rising from the bottom of his heart, and on the surface he acted gracefully as always, opened the mailbox and took out a letter.

Unfolding the letter with snow-white gilt borders, Hannibal's azure eyes glanced at a few lines that made him want to show the silver tableware forked into fresh flesh and blood—this is an invitation letter from a neighbor's wedding.

His pupils shrank uncontrollably.Turning her head again to look at the sweetly smiling girl next door, like a butterfly, she jumped into the arms of the man who came back in the evening.

Soft-spoken and coquettish, with a trusting smile.Soft palms caressed the man's shoulders that rubbed against the dust, and there was only the man's unique figure in his bright eyes...

Hannibal had no time to worry about the fact that Nicole had forgotten him again, an inexplicable emotion was like a wildly growing thorn, tightly wrapped around his whole heart.

And the annoying man next door glanced at him with an emotionless peripheral vision.

Hannibal understood the meaning: use the wedding to declare the ownership of Nicole, and hit all rivals... No, maybe in the eyes of Sherlock Holmes, he only hit stupid human beings.

Hannibal couldn't move his painful eyes, his eyes were firmly glued to the steps next door, and his heart suddenly longed for someone to be there waiting for him every time he went out and returned.

——It's like the taste of home, a warm and peaceful taste that makes people nostalgic.

He wants more... wants to be everything in the eyes of the girl next door.

In the process of hunting, because he was too involved, he trapped himself in the trap, fell in love with the prey, and trampled the only remaining pride of the hunter in the mud.

It was only at this moment that Hannibal realized how self-deceiving all his previous plans of being close to the perfect prey were.

wedding...

It was another golden-red sunset, colliding with the shadows of the row upon row of buildings, creating a color that seemed to come from hell.At this moment, the man standing under the sunset chewed those two words carefully, and what opened behind his body was no longer the holy snow feathers of the archangel, but the original black crow wings.

……

Nicole never imagined that she would fall into the coffin of love so quickly—and walk into the palace of marriage.Although Mr. Detective's posture of forcing the marriage three months ago left no room for refutation, but in the next three months, except for the marriage proposal that reminded Nicole that she was going to get married, everything else was in harmony with her. There is no difference as usual.

Without the sense of urgency of being forced into marriage, coupled with her poor memory, Nicole had long forgotten this matter out of the atmosphere.So now she is like a frog boiled in warm water, unconsciously put on a white wedding dress.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, Nicole seemed to wake up from a dream, trembling her thick long eyelashes, and looked up at herself in the mirror.

I have to boast that my scheming boy is a talented and meticulous genius.

Her wedding dress is like the one that appeared in her childhood dream!Perfect, fit, exquisite, and like a high-end wedding dress returning to the Victorian era.

Nicole slowly reached out and brushed the silky embroidery, lace and diamonds inlaid on it.Every sparkling little diamond is polished so smooth that it will never hurt the owner of the dress, not to mention how soft and comfortable the lining of the wedding dress is.

As if feeling something in her heart, Nicole, who was nostalgic for the gorgeous wedding dress full of fairy spirit, suddenly raised her head.Against the light, the man who made her miss her came over with firm and powerful steps.

A dazzing light flashed across Sherlock's gray eyes, and he quickened his pace to approach the woman who would become his wife. He held Nicole's face in his delicate hands, and placed a smile on her bright red lips. A light kiss devoutly without any lust.

his.

The other half of his life.

After being sensational for less than three seconds, Sherlock returned to his arrogant and self-satisfied appearance, and his tone concealed his pride: "You are allowed to be narcissistic for two seconds, and then praise me for three minutes."

Nicole started to praise him with dignity.For the sake of him quietly preparing the whole wedding behind his back every day, for the sake of the nervous trembling of the kiss he just gave, for... for the sake of her loving him so much.

Finally, Sherlock was kicked out by Emma's mother, and it was time for the wedding.

The solemn wedding march resounded throughout Westminster Abbey, and Nicole held her father's firm arm and watched the solemn door that represented marriage slowly open.

I don't know what insane thing Sherlock has done to claim Westminster Abbey for himself one day for his wedding.

Thinking of this, Nicole couldn't help but bend her eyes.

The distance to the red carpet seems a little long, Sherlock's suit is neat and well-groomed, and even his black natural curly hair looks neat.He stood on the other side with sweaty palms but kept the most perfect face.

Sherlock watched the girl who occupied his whole heart slowly walk into him, wearing the wedding dress he designed himself, as if there was only each other left in the world.

Nicole's wedding dress was as beautiful as a dream, with an elegant flesh pink in the snow white, spreading out like a fish tail, dragging behind Nicole.The front of the wedding dress tightly wrapped her beautiful body, not even letting go of the swan neck, but the back was completely different, as if being lightly caged by petals, the snow-white beautiful back showed more attractive lines.

Every step that Nicole took seemed to be fragrant, with an aura that confuses Ninja.Like the mermaid demon in the deep sea, the lost angel in heaven, and the alluring white dew in the world.

Every guest here will remember this grand wedding.

Sherlock took Nicole's little hand from Nicole's father, listened to the priest's nagging with extreme patience, and answered the stupid but indispensable questions. Then, as soon as the "exchange of rings" fell, he took out A small box that has been covered with heat.

A pair of simple and elegant rings, with carefully cut culprits who made them meet, and each other's names are engraved inside the rings.

The heartbeat was louder than one, deafening.The blood vessels connected to the heart surged with a temperature comparable to magma, which was transmitted to the ring finger.Sherlock took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling of being about to suffocate and faint, took out one of the smaller rings, and slowly and solemnly put it on Nicole's jade-like ring finger.

Then there was Nicole, who put the larger ring on Sherlock with equal solemnity.She was so nervous that the world was spinning!

Then it's really spinning.She was kissed hard, hot and true, and then she was picked up by Sherlock and spun around excitedly.

Mycroft, who was still willfully leaning on the black umbrella, looked at Sherlock who was not at all Sherlock Holmes in distaste, with a big and sincere smile on his face.

Vivienne was on the verge of crying emotionally, holding the female control Emma's mother, howling for some reason.

Hannibal, with his custom-made suits as always, elegantly and noblely appeared somewhere in the church, witnessing the end of the wedding, his blue eyes were full of unseeable turbulent waves.

And Christopher, the sweet nerd is still wayward.A planeload of wedding cakes and an ancient parchment letter were sent.There is no sense of sincerity at all.

And many, many others.The cute police officers from Scotland Yard, Sherlock's clients, Nicole's family friends, Mycroft's subordinates, Oxford University alumni...even the busy BAU team members are here.

No matter how much these people Nicole remembers, she joins Sherlock in thanking them for their blessing.

That feeling of being blessed is really a blessing.If not everyone.

The wedding ended, and the lively wedding party went on for a long time, until night fell, and there were still many people who did not leave.

The bride and groom who had run away ran to the roof without any image and sat on the edge of the roof.

With fingers intertwined, two gemstones of the same color shone brightly in the moonlight.

"If you cut the gemstone, can we travel through it again?" Nicole rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder, enjoying Sherlock's pampering and pampering.

"I don't think a wedding will drag your IQ below the national level." Sherlock pulled Nicole into his arms to prevent her from falling, "Of course."

Nicole didn't care what Sherlock said about herself, she just looked at Sherlock stupidly, her bright eyes were like the most dazzling sea of ​​stars in the universe, and in this sea of ​​stars, there was only one named Sherlock Holmes man.

Sherlock blinked uncomfortably, and the roots of his ears slowly climbed up to the red cloud.

"My dragon slaying hero. My holy sword knight. My Mr. Detective. Mine, mine, mine alone..." Nicole, who drank a few drops of wine, held Sherlock in a silly smile.

"Well, yours, yours alone." Sherlock held his little wife tightly in his arms, and answered seriously, as if making an oath.

The author has something to say:

Happy Zongzi Festival! ! !

I'm so sleepy and I'm going to sleep!I love you all!

I don’t know how many little angels can be exploded by getting married (:з」∠)_