[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei was overwhelmed by her physical strength.

Although she was dizzy for a while and still had tinnitus, she woke up when she was in the ambulance.

She opened her eyelids and glanced at the doctor next to her.

"Professor, since you will appear here now, why did you emphasize to me that Professor Fendi is dead just now?"

Weiwei's voice was dry and hoarse, unable to complain.

Although she is wearing a mask, isn't this her professor?

"After all, your brain size is appallingly small, and I'm a little worried." Sherlock reached out and grabbed Weiwei's hand, then poked a needle in her hand, "Are you still ringing in your ears?"

"It's much better, Professor." Weiwei looked at her hand being held by Sherlock. The body temperature that didn't belong to her gave people a strange illusion, followed by the slight tingling sensation from the needle tip and the coolness from the injection of the medicine, "will Does it have any effect?"

physical contact.

Weiwei was wondering when she was so sensitive to such physical contact.

Is it because her heartbeat was too fast when she was on him just now, which confused her?She didn't know, but there was only such a short time, and his hand supported hers, and her heartbeat was almost the same as before.

"From that distance, there will be no bad consequences except that you scare yourself," Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, "I haven't seen such stupid behavior for a long time, Vicky, I should thank you You remind me that you're still essentially a goldfish that's so dazed and bangs itself against the wall of the tank."

"When did you find out that Green had set the bomb?" Weiwei felt like sitting up and beating her professor, but she just got over it now, "Are we going to the hospital now? Why are you pretending to be a doctor? "

"Actually, I assume that you clearly understand that my medical level is higher than that of the professor in your crappy school." He looked down at his student who was lying on the bed and had recovered most of his energy. You don't have to worry about it in the car."

"As for when I found out... you should reason, Vicky, and don't make me think I've taken a student for nothing."

"I told Green that I will be in your office. He usually observes and probably notices that I am going to your office after class. The time is about the same, and he can confirm that you just left the classroom and returned to the office. , I just entered before I noticed the bomb. The bomb detonated." Just like their usual way of getting along, he asked, and she replied that Weiwei was very used to it. "This is a guess at the time of the explosion, this is the best time .”

When Weiwei said it herself, she was stunned. She didn't expect that she could maintain such a sober thinking at this time, which was almost impossible for the... mediocre Ye Weiwei in her previous life.

She saw the slight approval in the professor's eyes.

"I'm more confused," Vivi paused, "Last time you clearly pointed out that he didn't come to class, so he won't be absent from class this time—although he expected to bomb you after class Die, but it would be too noticeable if you called his name in class."

"So when did he drop the bomb/bomb?"

"And the office door is locked, how did he put it in?"

"There are two possibilities. The first is that he didn't know about the lock, and the second is that he knew, and secretly observed when it was unlocked, and took the opportunity to enter."

"Professor, you gave me the key in the classroom, so the first possibility is ruled out, only the second."

"I noticed one thing."

"That is, when the door is closed, the door will automatically lock without the key," Weiwei smiled. "No one will notice this except me."

"Although I don't know what the mechanism is, Tommy Green, who doesn't know this, may think that there is no lock, and he is usually not used to locking the door." Weiwei looked at the professor, trying to find agreement, "And, I was thinking, are you I didn't know that he was going to shoot/bomb, so I gave him a chance on purpose."

Observation skills are not too bad, and Sherlock felt a sense of joy inexplicably. He didn't know that this was a kind of pride (???) that a teacher feels when his students become talents, and his expression softened inexplicably.

"I thought you wouldn't notice the door lock." I was in a good mood, but my words were not too gentle. "After all, your performance has always been stubbornly fixed on other people's faces and body language, just like moths forever. Just foolishly jumping on the lights—enough time for Mosaic Fendi, I should get out."

He glanced at his watch. He was almost at the hospital.

It has been unimaginably long.

He still remembers that when he was choosing a name for his new character, he thought, since he wants to choose a name that is not easy to remember, then let’s call it Mosaic, maybe this name will be automatically mosaic in the minds of his classmates .

Few people have noticed Sherlock's often joking attitude, probably because he always has a calm face, so that people can't see that he still has a child in his heart.

"After you get out of the ambulance, you can go on your own. If you feel tired, I can wrap you in a blanket that looks like a frightened baby like Scotland Yard treats other goldfish, and wait for you." The glucose injection is over," Sherlock finally showed a slightly friendly smile, which was very beautiful, although the smile was not for Weiwei but because the mobile phone in his pocket reminded him that he had a new adventure, " Well I should..."

The ambulance was still moving, but it was obvious that he intended to get out of it.

Weiwei shook her head and heard that the professor was about to get off the car directly. Her eyes were attracted by a small red mole just now. It was really small. It was hidden on the back of his neck. If it wasn't for him just now Head down, that position will always be covered by hair or shirt collar.

Inexplicable, charming.

After recovering, Weiwei suddenly reached out and grabbed the professor's hand: "Wait, professor!"

It was this soft feeling again, Sherlock flashed such a statement in his heart, but ignored the feeling of being caught at the moment.

Weiwei's hand was a little cold because of the glucose injection. Fortunately, the professor had just injected her left hand, otherwise the needle would probably go out by now.

"Professor, can I still find you?"

Weiwei's tone was hopeful, although it didn't sound tough enough, like a pleading.

Sherlock looked down at Victoria Mayer's grasping hand, then at his student's eyes, which were trying to keep their eyes wide open.

Oh, sincerely.

His mind automatically pluralized the word.

He should have refused directly, and even had a hundred reasons for the rejection in his mind, but he hesitated a little.

Sherlock's gaze moved from her blue eyes to her tightly pursed lips that seemed tense - the fact that he'd rarely seen her so exposed since the two of them got to know each other better made him slightly uncomfortable. .

Possesses the stupid impulsiveness and agility of young women of this age, but it is not too assimilated anyway.Maybe it's good to have an empty head, at least to be able to stuff her things the way he wants, if she can always be obedient.

Oh, maybe there is one more housekeeper, if it is Vicky, he is already familiar with it, and he will not try to provoke him like the kind of jumping clown sent by the fat man, and it also satisfies the sad voice of mommy on the phone. It's his dead request and the contract he compromised - keep in touch with ordinary people outside (better make friends) or move back to the old house.

He snorted proudly and proudly, yet seemed to be compromising, with a little air flow, grinding his voice like a hoarse wine.

"23 Queen Street."

He let go of her hand just as the ambulance stopped, he opened the door and jumped down and closed it again without looking back.

He didn't know that he shook his hand subconsciously, maybe it was just because he was not used to being touched by others.Who knows.

Weiwei exploded with excitement on the bed of the ambulance.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhh, is of then that the professor really put Did she become a student? Oh my god!

In situ spiral jump to the sky.jpg

Boomshakalaka.jpg Her head seemed to be dizzy or suddenly clear, and the excitement made her almost want to sing, maybe it was Gaston Marco's Little Apple.

The door opened suddenly, freezing Weiwei's silly smile.

"So, Miss Mayer, can I get out of the car?"

Is that...the taxi driver?

Weiwei didn't know why she remembered it so clearly, maybe it was because Sherlock Holmes didn't pay for the taxi that day, anyway, she just remembered the fat and kind taxi driver.

Weiwei adjusted the stiff muscles on his face: "Hi, hello, have I seen you?"

Mr. Agent blinked: "Maybe I have, I will help you get the glucose injection."

Weiwei smiled, knowing that she probably couldn't ask further, so she didn't ask: "Thank you then."

Professor——No, Sherlock Holmes is not the same as the one written in the original book, and the whole setting feels different in the 21st century. She feels that Sherlock Holmes has many secrets, and there are many inexplicable violations in him , and some odd little things.She couldn't say exactly what it was, but what she had to say was like the taxi uncle who appeared inexplicably this time, as if someone had been by Sherlock Holmes' side all the time.

And then there's Mycroft Holmes.

In the original book, Maggie is a big fat man, usually lazy and nerdy, and his only recreational activities are probably just staying in some kind of club—she has forgotten—and in the original book, it feels that Sherlock Holmes respects his brother very much , and even did not shy away from saying that he was not as smart as his brother, and also mentioned that his brother looked like a small official in the British government/government, but was actually a hub.

She really can't remember too much, just these.

but now……

She took Sherlock's right hand

The author has something to say: She put the right hand that had just held Sherlock into her pocket and rubbed it slightly, and watched the uncle help her hold the injection and came out in front of her. It turned out that she had arrived at an empty garage.

The uncle led Weiwei to walk slowly, without saying a word on the way. After getting on the elevator, the uncle pressed the top floor.

Only then did Weiwei feel that something was wrong.

"Where are we going?"

"Mister wants to see you." The uncle didn't look at Weiwei, but gave the answer directly.

Weiwei feels as if he knows something/manual goodbye >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>tbc Weiwei: Although with She's wearing a mask, but isn't it her professor?

Sherlock: Who said I belong to you?

In fact, the last paragraph is meaningless, I just want to break a sentence/smile I like this kind of game with obsessive-compulsive disorder the most hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha today's update is also a little late ＿(:зゝ∠)＿forgive me please Da Weiwei in this chapter has finally reached the upper limit of IQ, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations!By the way, our Sherlock relented because of Weiwei's sincere big eyes!What a good sign!

Spiral jump okay!

The collection has not increased recently!Looking at the data, I am desperate!Little angels hurry up and comfort me with messages!

I feel a little ashamed to say that last parenthesis, let me be quiet and shy for a while.