[Comprehensive Sword Three] Who dares to hit my son

Sherlock felt as if he was in a black hole, and the surrounding scenery was ups and downs, and was finally swallowed by darkness.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment became clear. This is a reception room with a beige sofa, exquisite mirrors mounted on the wall, and a woman sitting on the sofa wearing only her own black windbreaker——Irene Adler.

"I'm in my own mind." Sherlock looked around and said in an affirmative tone.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" "Irene" smiled at Sherlock, with an indescribable charm in her eyes: "This is your mind, even after that needle, you still haven't given up thinking, obviously, you I need to appear in my thinking, so I really did appear.”

"Irene" stood up, spread her arms in front of Sherlock and turned around in a circle, and finally made a gesture of appearance with both hands in Sherlock's direction: "Qing Qiang." As if showing herself to Sherlock, her face With an innocent smile that a dominatrix queen never had.

Sherlock frowned slightly.

"Ah." "Irene" clasped his hands together, resting on his chin, and said with a smile: "Do you think that I am very different from the real Irene, there is no way, Sherlock..."

In the blink of an eye, "Irene", who was still a few steps away, suddenly disappeared, and quickly appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes as if teleporting. One hand was placed on Sherlock's chest, and the other hand turned to caress Xia Locke's chest. The bright red nail polish on Locke's cheeks and nails stood out against Sherlock's skin.

"In your mind... Sherlock." "Irene" patted Sherlock's face lightly, with a slightly distressed expression on his face: "There are too many information about that person in the subconscious, My injection disrupted your usual orderly thinking. So when I was forming, I accidentally got a little bit of that person's behavior pattern. But I don't hate it. "

"Irene" stepped back a few steps, stood up straight, suddenly a messy ball of wool with many knots appeared in her hand, and threw it at Sherlock, as if implying how chaotic Sherlock's thinking was.

Sherlock caught the ball of thread without moving, stared at "Irene" for a while, and suddenly said: "Your target is not me. Or, you were interested in me before, but now you have changed your target."

"Do you want me to answer you?" "Irene" sat back on the sofa, and at some point a wine glass appeared in his hand, and the red wine inside drew out thick and mellow arcs with the shaking of "Irene's" hand.

"You are my consciousness," Sherlock said without hesitation, "You must answer me."

The "Irene" in front of me is indeed Sherlock's consciousness in a practical sense. That's right, it was born from his memories, impressions of Irene, and observations and information in his subconscious. All thoughts are Owned by Sherlock Holmes.

"Irene" stared straight into Sherlock's eyes, as if trying to find a trace of emotion in them, but there was nothing, nothing except reason.

"Okay." Irene sighed, and said lightly, but the expression on her face returned to the impression of the real Irene Adler in Sherlock's mind: "I did appreciate you at the beginning." Interest, wisdom is a new kind of sex appeal, Sherlock. I did investigate many things about you before, and maybe I was a little fascinated by it. But in the investigation, I discovered something new, something interesting thing."

"What is it?"

"I can't say that, Sherlock." "Irene" said with a smile: "Or, maybe you have guessed, but you are not sure. It is impossible for such information to form my will. This is my , and all you know."

The figure of "Irene" gradually became blurred, and the surrounding environment became distorted and unstable like a malfunctioning TV screen, and finally returned to the lifeless blackness.

The head sank more and more...

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Anna sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the weak Sherlock. This was the Sherlock she had never seen before. His face was pale, fragile and fragile. It was completely two extremes from the usual venomous and obnoxious Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson stood behind Anna, and put her hands on Anna's shoulders comfortingly: "Honey, don't worry, as long as you sleep, Sherlock will get better."

"Of course, Mrs. Hudson." Anna turned her head, covered Mrs. Hudson's hand with one hand, and said with a soft smile, "I just want to see if there is anything I can do to help. , sit for a while and leave."

"Then you watch here, John and I will go outside to deal with it first." Mrs. Hudson said, turned around, and hurriedly gave Watson a wink. It was not easy for the two of them to have such harmony, let alone outside It is indeed necessary to explain the situation to Lestrade and Mycroft.

Watson apparently received a signal from Mrs. Hudson, and the two left the bedroom, closing the door behind them thoughtfully.

The moment the door closed, Anna couldn't sit still, the only worry on her face completely disappeared, replaced by a relaxed expression.

Others can't see it, but she can clearly see the stun debuff under Sherlock's id. As long as the debuff disappears, Sherlock will be fine.

When Sherlock handles a case, he usually uses his brain power to crush the other party. Even if he is injured, he always returns triumphantly. How could it be like this time? According to Watson, the case had an accident, and he himself It also capsized in the gutter.

Anna has absolute confidence in Sherlock's ability. Even if something happens to the case, he will be able to get it back later, but she will never let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease.

But the debuff still had several hours to disappear, she didn't have such a long time to wait for Sherlock to wake up.

After the incident at the swimming pool last time, Anna did not send the siblings to the orphanage, but adopted them. Hannibal is a very smart and precocious child, Misha is also very innocent and cute, and although Harry It was a bit awkward at the beginning, but within a few days, Hannibal subdued her. All day long, her elder brother shouted long and short, which made her, a forgotten mother, very sad.

When she came, Harry and Misha were watched by Hannibal, very harmonious.

Who knows what unexpected things will happen to those little ghosts?Anna looked at Sherlock's pale face, which made it obvious that he was very uncomfortable at a glance, and thought awkwardly, summoned the insect flute in her hand, and switched her mental method to the Art of Mending the Sky.With a flick of the hand, many blue butterflies appeared out of nowhere.

Bidieyin's Diexuan can help the friendly target clear an unfavorable buff, and it can also replenish blood.Under the guidance of Anna, the beautiful butterfly circled around Sherlock. The negative buff icon under Sherlock's head gradually became lighter and finally disappeared, and his face returned to rosy.

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The dark scene changed again, and the surrounding environment seemed to be depicted. There were green trees and towering uncles who built tree houses on the trees. In the ground under their feet, stones and soil were mixed together, and the air was filled with It smells like grass.

Sherlock was pretty sure he hadn't been here.But he is very familiar with this place, why?The answer will be revealed soon.

A fruit fell on his head.Sherlock looked up.

"Sherlock!" Anna was dressed in purple and wore silver ornaments with ethnic characteristics. She was sitting on a thick branch of a big tree beside Sherlock, smiling brightly at Sherlock.

This is Anna's hometown, or in other words, Sherlock constructed Anna's hometown in his subconscious based on the information that Anna inadvertently disclosed.

"Come up, come up!" Anna seemed to dislike Sherlock's slow movement, and could not stop urging her words.

Sherlock only felt himself dazed, and when he woke up again, he was already sitting next to Anna.

Peacocks flew overhead.

In reality, it is impossible for a peacock to grow so big and fly so high, but Sherlock's subconscious constructed such a scene according to Anna's description.

"That's the beast I taught, it's not some strange flying peacock!" Anna seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, and lost her temper. Shaking constantly, her slender and fair legs were looming under the high-slit purple dress.

"You are my consciousness." Sherlock said.

"Everything here, what is not your consciousness?" Anna asked with a smile.

"What can you answer me?" Sherlock asked lightly, his eyes always looking away for some reason.

"you like me."

Sherlock almost fell down, he turned his head, his face was a little stiff: "What did you say?"

"You like me." Anna replied again, with an innocent and pure expression on her face.

"I don't like you." Sherlock looked at "Anna" with sharp eyes, and said word by word, his voice was very firm.

"Of course I don't like "me." "Anna" looked back at Sherlock and said with a smile, "You like the one outside. Although I am basically the same as her, there is still a little difference in the final analysis."

"I……"

Sherlock wanted to refute something, but was interrupted immediately.

"Don't lie." "Anna" held Sherlock's shoulders with both hands, looked into Sherlock's eyes and said, "I am your subconscious mind, and what I say is what you think deep in your heart."

"It's impossible for me to like Anna." Sherlock's voice was crisp, but revealed a faint hesitation: "I won't like Anna."

like anyone. "

"Why not?" "Anna" suddenly changed her complexion, and the corners of her eyes and brows began to reveal a glamorous look: "Although it's not her, we are very similar, right? Let me do a test, let me kiss you, and take a good look at your heart." What will be the reaction."

She approached slowly, smiling beautifully, and her delicate lips were getting closer and closer to Sherlock's face.

Sherlock tried to back away, but found he couldn't move.

His body couldn't move, but his mind became extremely clear. A long time ago, Sherlock felt that he was always under the influence of Anna. He didn't know what it was, but it gave people mixed feelings. Nothing weighed on Sherlock's heart.

Try it... Just try it... Try it, and you will know what is going on. What is more terrifying than the unknown?

Sherlock felt his body sink, and there was no touch on his lips for a long time.

He opened his eyes.

"Sherlock, you're awake." The original ceiling in the field of vision was occupied by Anna's face. Her face no longer had the previous charm, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of malicious intentions that Sherlock was familiar with. .

just kiss...

"Let me tell you..." Anna saw Sherlock staring at her, and was about to tease him, but her mouth was blocked.

Sherlock raised his body halfway up, and his lips quickly touched Anna's lips. Due to the angle, Anna's lower lip was caught between Sherlock's lips, and the lips rubbed against each other. Sherlock even sucked on Anna's lower lip. for a moment.

There was a "snap" in Sherlock's bedroom, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"What's the matter!" Watson, who had just greeted Mycroft and Lestrade, heard the sound, and hurriedly opened the door to go in, completely stunned.

The woman nicknamed "Queen of Sadism" I saw before was still standing stiffly by the window, with a dull face, while Anna stood by the bed, her face flushed red, maybe she was angry She was still ashamed, and Sherlock was the worst. He lay on the side of the bed, as if he had returned to normal, raised his face and looked at Anna with an expression he had never seen before, and the red palm marks on his face were clearly visible.

Watson felt that his brain was not enough.