[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

When the explosion sounded loudly behind him, Weiwei only felt that this scene seemed familiar.

For example, when she was passing by a shop on the street, a sudden explosion made her jump forward, and she was almost run over by a bus.

He picked himself up.

For example, the sudden explosion in Professor Fendi's office.

He used her as a meat pad once.

She was still holding the unsub with her hand, but she accidentally let go when she exploded. Her left hand was already weak, and the scratch was on the brachial artery, so her hand was sore.

When she was struggling in the sea, she could feel the scratches split open, and the sea water burned the wound painfully.

She knew it was him when he stretched out his hand, and she fell asleep peacefully after climbing up hard.

There was water in her ears. He seemed to have said something, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

This time behind the explosion, he fished her up.

She replied iloveu.

No matter what he said, she just wanted to say this at that moment, no matter what he said, she had to answer like this.

Afterwards she had a very long dream about past and present lives.

She sometimes forgets that she is a time traveler, and she has only been with Sherlock for a few years, but it seems to be longer than the 18 years in her previous life.

Sherlock is right, because with him, the density has increased, even in just a few days, it feels like I have experienced a lot.

Really changes a lot.

Like a bystander, she watched the life of her previous life.

She even wondered if such a past life was imagined by herself, maybe the so-called detective stories of Sherlock Holmes were all fake.

She was experiencing boring and meaningless happiness in a mediocre way, and she was excited for a little achievement, and she still lived a life of dancing on the tip of a knife and taking risks with him.

Weiwei knew that she had made a choice long ago.

Go to his famous detective books, go to his previous life, forget it all.

Completely draw a line with her past.

Just be Victoria Mayer, just be Victoria Mayer.

Say goodbye.

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She actually slept for a week?

Sherlock is agitated... no, no, he's even a little manic.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the hospital bed, clutching her left hand.

Fortunately, Vicky was lucky enough that the unsub didn't hurt her central nerve much, otherwise it might affect the function of her left hand.

But no matter what, he won't dislike her, as long as she doesn't become stupid, otherwise he will suffer a lot. After finally teaching it, he has spent so much resources and spent so much effort on later training. What a disadvantage.

Thin.

When she wakes up, she will definitely complain that her breasts have shrunk, but it doesn't matter, anyway, he is here, and she can still come back after a swell.

He was thinking about things in a mess.

The fluctuations in the EEG told him that this guy was just falling asleep, but how could anyone fall asleep like this without waking up.

Go to sleep again, the concussion is completely healed.

Annoyed, Mycroft was urging him back to London.

Trash Mycroft.

He turned off his phone annoyed.

Sit for a while.

"If you don't wake up, I really can't take you back." His voice was not loud, echoing in the empty ward, "If you want to get angry with me because of this, I will be angry too. After all, you didn't follow the routine and directly After sleeping for a week, I thought you would wake up in a day or two."

"If you have to find someone to blame, then find Mycroft. He urged me."

He frowned.

The man slept like a dead pig.

He seemed to think about it for a while, and then moved his lips to hers.

wake up.

I don't want to solve that kind of boring case without you by my side.

Gee.

He opened the door of the ward, and looked back for the last time, the man was still sleeping peacefully.

Anthea handed him his toolbox at the door.

Well, it's time for him to put on his new waistcoat and face the little ants in London.

He frowned: "Is Mycroft going to leave you here to take care of her?"

He was a little worried. The female agent's favorite thing to do was to fiddle with her mobile phone.

"It's not my job. My job is to hire a senior nurse for her."

Anthea replied.

Sherlock didn't ask any more questions, and strode away.

Before he was about to board the plane, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Anthea?

He raised his eyebrows and answered the phone.

"Sherlock?"

It was her voice.

His throat suddenly became dry and he lost his voice.

He gestured to the person next to him, and strode down the steps again.

"I'll go back now." He originally thought he might sarcastically say that she was lethargic and missed the classic scene where he would bring the unsub to justice to avenge her, but that was the only sentence left when he opened his mouth.

He also suddenly understood why she only said love to him without hearing anything when he picked her up from the sea.

Maybe that's what's been missing between them.

"Is Anthea still around?" He cleared his throat and asked in a low voice.

"Uh, she went out..."

"i love you."

He speaks very fast.

Suddenly it was quiet.

His heart was beating faster than usual, Sherlock could feel it, but for now, it didn't matter.

He collected himself and pulled away from this rare trance.

"wait for me."

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Before Sherlock returned to the hospital, Vivi finally learned the whole story from Anthea.

It turned out that from the very beginning, she had been on the sidelines.

In the first case that Vivi came across, Mr. Clara, who appeared in the case where he worked with Gaston Marco to solve the case, suddenly came to England just to teach Mycroft.After the two of them fought several times, Clara returned without success.

Then there was Green's bomb case, which came from the temptation of an unknown person and the provision of information. From then on, Mycroft and Sherlock noticed the person who might provide information behind it.But all of this is behind the network, and the other party's computer skills are obviously enough for him to be arrogant. The people on Mycroft's side only found out that the person may be in Florida, USA, and there is no other information, so Mycroft just There has been no movement.Afterwards, Weiwei and Sherlock went to Italy to look for the USB flash drive because there was Sherlock's information in the USB flash drive.

At that time, Mycroft got the USB flash drive, but Mycroft simply returned the data and waited for the computer expert's next move. He didn't expect the person who hadn't shown up to be silent.

Then came the Moriarty case. The information leaked by Mycroft was more or less, and it was slightly less than the USB flash drive that the man got. It was also used to test... to test Mori Whether Artie is related to that person, it turns out, obviously, no.

The opponent's goal is Sherlock, just like Moriarty.

After understanding this, Sherlock and Mycroft's plan went more smoothly. First, Sherlock's death was suspended, and the news of Sherlock Holmes' death spread throughout London, which was enough for that person to notice.

They could all be sure that the murderer would not remain indifferent.

Sure enough, there was movement.

He knew that Sherlock's girlfriend was Victoria Mayer, and he found a helper who was not very determined, hinted at coaxing and threatening to join him, created a small person who was active in the front desk, and single-handedly planned the case—in order to attract Weiwei in bau arrives.

He sees Sherlock as his destined opponent.

But the woman who admired this opponent did not die because of his fall, which made him feel betrayed.

He sent out information to confirm whether Sherlock was really dead. If not, then Sherlock Holmes must be able to notice that his girlfriend was in danger. If she died, then let his girlfriend be buried for him.

When Weiwei was holding the cup and thinking, the door opened again.

She looked up and saw him.

"Anthea said that you took care of me for the seven days I slept," she laughed, put the water glass aside, and then hugged the waist of the person who sat directly next to her, "I can't imagine."

"Imagine what?" He stretched out his hand to smooth her slightly dull hair, "I thought I took care of you more when you were my student."

"I should be moved," she pressed herself against his neck, "because you can't even take care of yourself, but you took care of me first."

Sherlock paused: "I thought it was your job to take care of me."

She couldn't help laughing, her eyelashes scratched at his neck, a little itchy.

"My pleasure."