[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

It was only when Weiwei returned to school that she realized the strangeness.

In the last two explosions, the police asked her to record a statement or something, but this time there was nothing?That's it?

She originally wanted to go back to the dormitory, but ended up running to the floor of Professor Fendi's office. As a result, the entire third floor has been sealed off by the isolation belt. The fire is probably extinguished, and the fire truck has already left. Weiwei hesitated I haven't seen it for a long time.

Since the professor is not inside, then this office loses its meaning.

Weiwei was a little melancholy, but couldn't tell what it was like.

When she returned to the dormitory, she felt that she was in a daze. She sat there for a while and didn't know what she was going to do. She simply packed her things and took a shower, then climbed into the bed and lay down.

Close your eyes and the roar seems to reverberate again.

After she ran to the door of the office, there was a sudden explosion. She didn't know whether she was voluntary or was thrown to the side by the impact of the airflow. Then the professor grabbed her wrist and she hit him and rolled to the side.

Now she actually recalled the professor's firm chest muscles and burning palms.

Under the smell of gunpowder, she was still in the mood to feel an indescribable aura on the professor's body, which was warm and comfortable.

To be honest, she seems to have very little physical contact with the opposite sex. Is this why she is so sensitive?

AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlyHave you forgotten that the professor is a robot without x-organs!

If it wasn't for the fact that it was too cold for Weiwei to stretch her arms out of the bed, she even wanted to slap herself.

Vivi turned around as if angry.

I'm so stupid, really.

What I should be thinking about now is obviously Sherlock Holmes' problem.

Sherlock Holmes.

She really can't think of any Sherlock Holmes in the 21st century. She can only say that she regards this as a derivative work of a certain author. She doesn't know if there is Watson, but it is estimated that there is no such thing at present.After all, the legendary 221B Baker Street didn't even appear, so she guessed that it might be a prequel of a derivative work in the 21st century.

Could it be a romance novel, and then she will be the protagonist.

So excited.

Weiwei said to herself very excitedly: Fuck you, you know about romance novels every day, if you can make a difference, maybe it's an upgraded female novel, she will be the CEO from now on, marry Bai Fumei and go to the pinnacle of life...

Weiwei silently thought again: Oh, I can be the heroine?

After all, meeting Mr. Sherlock Holmes was really a fantastic thing, and she couldn't help having some unrealistic fantasies.

Well, it's all impractical.

_(:зゝ∠)_

Weiwei turned over again.

What happened to Holmes brother? Anyway, it is not the same as the novel at all. It feels like a particularly domineering president, and he seems to be very controlling.

Miscellaneous thought a pass to no avail.

Holmes' brother is also weird. I feel that he is very reserved when he speaks. For a long time, I don't understand what he said. What is the purpose, or is it really as long as she obediently stays with Sherlock Holmes?why?

Why do you think so much... Dressing up as the heroine of a novel is just a matter of thinking about it, life is always like this.

Weiwei squinted her eyes and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

What will she do in the future? After studying with the professor, what will she do in the future? Is she really doing Criminal Minds?She thought dazedly, anyway, since she likes to study with the professor like this now, let's follow.

Since she wanted to.

And, anyway, whether it's 21st century or [-]th century London, it's Sherlock Holmes.

The character in Rumu's book when she was a teenager is now her teacher, whether it is a dream or not, really, there is probably nothing better than this.

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Twenty o'clock sharp.

The night sky of London was a little hazy under the neon lights, and the city was like a huge puzzle, standing on one side of the island to be solved.

London is a cesspit of crime.

There was a rain in the afternoon, carrying the same moisture from London as usual, it penetrated into people's nasal cavity, and the cold entered the throat and throat.

"Thank you, Sherlock~" The amiable old lady smiled very relieved, "If it weren't for you, I don't know how long I would have been entangled with that scum."

The old lady's skin was very fair, and when she laughed, there were wrinkles on her face, and her blue eyes were very gentle.

She is an amiable old lady.

Even though Sherlock was rebellious and lonely, he was not too rude in front of the old lady. He smiled slightly, and finally showed the etiquette taught to him by his family education.

"He committed these crimes, which is what I should have done."

The old lady stretched out her hand and patted his forearm, her movements were very gentle: "I don't know what to thank you for, but if you want to rent a house, I have a house on Baker Street, if you want, I can rent it to you at half price Or your friend. Really, thank you so much."

Someone approached.

Sherlock Weiwei bent down and looked at the old lady: "Thank you for your kindness, I still have something to do, now I should go back."

Sherlock didn't look back when he left.

Mrs. Hudson smiled at Officer Lestrade beside her: "Look, what a gentleman."

Lestrade: exm? ? ? ?

"Ah, is that so? Yes, hahahaha." Lestrade smiled embarrassedly.

He came over just now, only seeing Sherlock's farewell, surprised at Sherlock's rare gentleness, and still didn't react.

Is this really Sherlock?I was the first to not believe it.

But in the end I kept it in my heart.

Back at Queen Street, it was already nine o'clock, Sherlock turned on the light, and the originally dark room was lit up like this, he hurried to the kitchen refrigerator - after he settled the college affairs in the morning, he also made the previous ones The medullary slices were brought back, so he can observe and study them carefully.

Take the slices out of the refrigerator and put them under the microscope.

A name rolled on the tip of the tongue, but was swallowed back.

Not at school anymore.

A little irritable.

Sherlock moistened his dry lips slightly, then pursed them tightly, focusing on the glasses.There are restless factors in the blood that are clamoring restlessly, but they are forcibly suppressed by reason.

Just hooked/addicted.

He clearly knew that he was just, addicted.

His throat was parched, and even his back was not as straight as usual.The unbearable impulse rose from his toes to the top of his head, and he knew that it had interfered with his thinking.

He hates this room.

——has been distracted.

If Weiwei was here, she would be surprised.

Addicts' rooms are always dirty and messy, with dim lights because it gives them a sense of security.

Weiwei has read it in books.

But now, the apartment Sherlock lives in, apart from the fact that the books on the bookshelf are placed as desired, and some miscellaneous letters on the coffee table, can definitely be regarded as clean and tidy, not to mention the bright white light comparable to the laboratory. .

Under such light, he actually looked a little fragile.

Sherlock's fingers were already a little too strong.

He knows, or may not know.

Putting the specimen back into the specimen box and stuffing it back into the refrigerator, he leaned against the refrigerator for a while weakly, the cold metal texture did not quench his desire/desire, and even aroused his thirst from the mouthpiece, he licked Licking lips, fingers pressed tightly against the fridge.

Is it still under control?

He has already made a judgment with his somewhat disobedient brain.

When he was on the top, he finally had a short blank enjoyment. His purple shirt was almost blackened with sweat, he didn't know when the lights were turned off, and the books on the shelf were thrown away on the ground.Sherlock curled up on the sofa, breathing lowly.

Finally, he tossed the needle aside.

When he reasoned to Weiwei, he didn't say that besides wanting to cover up the scars of domestic violence, the person who has been wearing long-sleeved trousers may also be a psychological disorder, and also, taking drugs.

He was exhausted and sleepy, and he didn't even want to stretch his arms and legs, so he slumped on the sofa and waited for the hallucination brought by co/ca/alkaline.

After a long time, it finally passed.

Holding on to his last sobriety, he sat up straight, and even straightening his back had brought some unspeakable discomfort to him, but he forced himself to keep his original appearance, bent down, and picked up his book In a mess, I picked up several books at a time and put them back on the bookshelf, then bent over to pick them up, and put them back on the bookshelf one by one.

The bookshelf is still messy, but it is exactly the same as before.

He supported the bookshelf with his hands, let out a long breath, and rested his forehead on his hands.

Still within controllable range.

His brain convinced himself so.

This kind of movement almost exhausted all his strength, he almost dragged his body into the room, fell down on the big soft bed, fell asleep like this without having time to cover the quilt.

Does Mycroft know?

Mycroft knew.

This is the reason why he is more and more worried about his younger brother: his body is like this, he knows that the thing is not good, and even feels foul-smelling, disgusting, and uncomfortable, but he just can't resist the temptation.Drug addicts gradually turn into a fraudulent personality, and drug addicts become suspicious and full of malice towards the world.

From this point of view, that is to say, from a mortal body, even Sherlock Holmes is just an ordinary person.

He's not going to watch his brother self-destruct.

Mycroft is in a dilemma at the moment, he could have forced him to get rid of his drug/addiction, and he hasn't, just because he wants to watch his brother come out, wait until his dose is indeed over that limit, He will never indulge again.

He knew that many of his subordinates were looking at him like this, waiting for his younger brother to have something to say. Is really afraid, and really believe - no.

Because that's Sherlock, it's Sherlock Holmes.

——tbc

I typed a lot of words in one breath yesterday.

Then the progress was greatly pulled.Since more people want to see the progress of their relationship...

My heart is bitter.

Reply to the message yesterday.Refresh one collection at a time.The last time I dropped three.

Reflect for a long time.After thinking about it, let's play an emotional drama.Otherwise, the pure teacher-student relationship will continue.I think it might be the end of the short essay _('?`"∠)_Desperate.Drug Sherlock is online.

This paragraph consulted the information.But I don't know if it's accurate.

Finally, thank you Xiaojing for mine/Bixin