[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei returned to the dormitory at 08:30, nothing happened, so she simply brushed her teeth and lay down on the bed.

If it was the last life, I should be lying in bed reading novels at this time.But for English novels, online romance novels are too unappetizing, which is not very interesting to her who has read all kinds of books, and if she crawls back to Chinese websites to read novels, she... dare not.

Because Victoria Mayer can't speak Chinese.

Can't speak Chinese, Weiwei taps the screen with his finger, so learn?

After thinking about it, she didn't lack pocket money, so she immediately searched for books on Chinese learning on Amazon. After picking two or three books, the door of the dormitory was pushed open.

"Angie?" Weiwei looked up at her roommate, "It's really early for you to come back."

"No, no, you're the one who came back early." Angelina was also taken aback, as her roommate hadn't returned at this point.

At first, she thought that her roommate had a lot of activities and friends, or went to the gym, but it didn't look like it.Not to mention anything else, judging from the social network, she seems to be a person who has just started school and has little interpersonal relationship.After asking, I found out that I was in the teacher's office all the time.

In fact, she also heard about Professor Fendi's name, not only from Weiwei, but also from other friends, such as a handsome guy she picked up in a drink shop recently.

But the strange thing is that the discussion is a discussion, but she has not seen relevant information on the campus bbs.

"Well, Professor Fendi has something to do today, so I didn't stay in his office to read." Weiwei smiled, she didn't hide it from her roommate, "I don't know what to do outside, so I just went back first. "

"Oh, how can you stay in the teacher's office all the time, come here, tell the truth, is it right?" Angelina simply sat on Weiwei's bed and took away Vivi's mobile phone, trying to get one with her roommate, eh , a heartfelt conversation.

"No way," Weiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The professor is either using a computer, a mobile phone or a book every day. Although he is in the office, he hardly talks."

Even if she talks, it's just asking her to serve tea, sort out the materials, and even help him take the computer from the table to the sofa in his hands... It feels like she doesn't even bother to move.I don't know how to maintain this figure.

Angelina took a closer look at Weiwei's expression, and found that Weiwei really didn't show any signs of guilt, and suddenly felt incredible: "Gang Zhen, if the professor is so handsome and has a good figure, look at how he treats you right now. It can be regarded as... ahem, different, you really... have nothing?"

Probably regardless of middle school, high school, high school, China, England, the girls in the dormitory gossip the same way.

"I swear by my C-cup, no." Weiwei reluctantly brought back her mobile phone, "What are you thinking about?"

If it was another handsome professor, maybe Weiwei would think a little bit crooked silently, but for some reason, Professor Mosaic Fendi would not give people such a feeling.

She even wondered... Does he have organs?

Weiwei repented silently in her heart: Professor, I absolutely do not mean to doubt your ability, I just want to say that your temperament is beyond gender and cannot be profaned_(:3ゝ∠)_

So Vivi paused: "To be honest, you'll know once you've met him. He's not that kind of person."

Angelina looked at her with a little suspicion, but Weiwei always had a straightforward expression, so she gave up.

"Let's not talk about that, just spend all day on the professor..."

"I didn't soak in the professor's body!"

"Anyway, that's what it means," Angelina rolled her eyes, and she had to say that a beautiful woman is pleasing to the eye even if she rolls her eyes. "Let's go out and play together tomorrow, as there is no class in the morning."

"Where are we going to play?" Weiwei looked at his roommate with a look of hope and hope, and finally gave up the books in the office.

Anyway, there is no rush for this day...

"accepted?"

Weiwei was a little helpless: "Oh, my dear Angie invited me to a date, how could I not go?"

In fact, I was a little looking forward to it. After she came to this world, she has never met others to hang out like this.

Angelina's watery eyes rolled around: "I'll wake you up tomorrow morning, just follow me."

"All right, all right," Weiwei nodded, "Tomorrow will be left to you."

Angelina suddenly put her arms around Weiwei's neck and slapped Weiwei on the face, then got up coquettishly and went to her bed to pack her things.

Vivi felt her body stiffen when Angelina approached - she was not used to getting too close to others.But she didn't react too much.

Speaking of which, I'm really too nerdy...it's time to go out and have fun.

She wanted to be the same as before, and took out her notebook to look at it before going to bed. After searching for a while, she realized that it was left in the office.

Well, go to bed then.

Although it is a bit early to go to bed at this point, beautiful girls always go to bed at 10:30.

This pain of not knowing what to play with a mobile phone.So wronged.

She nestled under the quilt, half-opened her eyes, her thoughts gradually blurred.

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"Actually, I really shouldn't have expected anything from you, Agent Lestrade." Mr. Holmes took off his gloves and protective clothing expressionlessly, "...forget it."

Lestrade could not help noticing that young Mr. Holmes was about to spit out a sarcasm but then withdrew it, and felt a little strange.But he didn't want to ask either.

After asking, I guess it was also a mockery.

Lestrade just paused, and Sherlock left quickly.

In other words, K has been very calm recently.

...Promise me Lestrade, don't take it seriously.It's all an illusion.

It's all an illusion.

In essence, Sherlock Holmes is a lazy person.

I had been staying at school before, but it was only because there was no need to leave after class on Monday, and the laboratory at Cambridge University was always convenient, so I never left.

And now that he had left school, he had simply returned to his flat on Queen Street.

It was past twelve o'clock when I got home.

He felt the faint light before he pushed open the door.But he didn't think too much about it.After all, there were only a few people who could freely enter his apartment.

Like Mycroft.

"I'm really sorry to bother you to move from your easy chair," he said with some sarcasm in his tone, "You should thank me, at least you have consumed a little bit of calories."

"It's better to talk than nothing," Mycroft felt that he was a worried patriarch, although such a comparison didn't fit his image, "It seems that you've been in a good mood recently."

"It's just not being irritated by a group of larval goldfish," he lowered his eyes, "if you insist on saying this is progress."

"More than that, don't you think you have a high tolerance for Victoria Mayer?" Mycroft said lightly, with a specious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"(Coincidence)." He uttered a word casually.

"It can be considered talented, although it doesn't focus on her own major," Mycroft's smile widened, "If Mommy knows that you are talking about teacher-student romance, she will be very pleasantly surprised."

"Mommy will be very sad if she finds out that you have hysteria." K raised his eyebrows lightly, "If you came here just to make fun of such a sentence..."

"Tomorrow at noon, No. 89, M Street." Mycroft stopped greeting K and interrupted K, directly abandoning the purpose of his trip.He didn't say whether he was going to let him go, nor did he say what it was.He stood up and stroked the seam of his trousers.

When he walked to the door, his good brother raised a smirk and opened the door for him. He smirked back and walked away step by step.

When Mycroft disappeared into the stairwell, the smirk on Sherlock's face disappeared in an instant, he closed the door forcefully, his pace was a little faster, he walked to his sofa and nestled lazily, and then got out from under the coffee table. Take out a pack of cigarettes.

Just when he was about to touch the lighter...

oh what's the...

He rationally swallowed the words that were about to blurt out.

He knew that there was nothing good for a fat man to come.

Because his lighter is gone.

Little Mr. Holmes almost wanted to explode on the spot, but he didn't. He jumped up and sat on the sofa with his elbows on his knees, scratching his curly hair a little irritably.

So boring, so boring.

He got up and paced the room.

bored.