[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"I see, come here now."

Even though Sherlock was tired, he still picked up the phone to reply when he heard the call.

He seemed to be proving something, such as proving that the dose of co/ca/alkali was not enough to destroy his body and will.

Lestrade held the phone a little hesitantly, the other side had already hung up, and the phone was just a meaningless beeping sound.

Even someone as dull as Lestrade could feel that something was wrong with Sherlock, for example, his voice was unusually hoarse—is it because he just woke up?But, it's ten o'clock and Sherlock is sleeping?

Since the last time Sherlock said he was indecisive, he'd been... been reflecting.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have deviated from my original intention.

For example, when he first met Sherlock, Sherlock was still a college student. He felt that Sherlock was smart enough, and occasionally asked him about some cases—implicitly, the kind of question that revealed a little—and every time Sherlock He could give the correct answer, so he was willing to take him to the scene in violation of the regulations after becoming an official agent.

He admired this man's genius, and he also regarded this man as a friend.

But when did it change?

At the scene of the crime, Sherlock feels like a fish in water, but at the same time, begins to become more... extreme and cold.Lestrade was not sure whether it was because he had achieved his goal and began to hide it, or because he had actually changed.

He began to hesitate whether to take him to the scene.

And it was at this time that the gentleman found him.

Lestrade still remembers that scene. In the office where he used to work, he suddenly didn’t know why. Colleagues should have something to do, and those who should get off work got off work. Inspector Jackson, who left at the end, looked at himself meaningfully. glance.

In this way, no matter how big Lestrade was, he felt something was wrong.

Then a lady came in and told him the gentleman wanted to see him.

As if all the investigative knowledge he had learned was useless, he was taken to an unknown place, and then he saw the back of that gentleman.

The room was about [-] to [-] square meters, and it was bare, with only a small round table and a single sofa. The curtains of the windows were drawn, but because it was evening, the light did not look very good.

"An interesting little detective."

The gentleman turned his back to him, but seemed to see through him.

"Let's talk about a condition," the man's tone was unwavering, "You have seen what I can do."

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"I want information on Sherlock Holmes."

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"Take him to solve the case, and then give you his information back."

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"Don't worry about not conforming to the rules of Scotland Yard. You will have what you should have, such as the position of inspector you want."

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Lestrade remembered everything that gentleman said, and also remembered Inspector Jackson telling him with a complicated face after he came back that since the gentleman said it, he should do it well.But he couldn't remember at all how he answered.

Can't really remember anything.

He seemed to be angry, and his face was a little red when he was angry, saying that he regarded Sherlock as a friend.But it seems to be persuaded again.

"Friend? He's so defiant, arrogant, and indifferent, would he treat you—an ordinary person—as a friend?"

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Probably provoked.He finally said yes.And it seems that this sentence has been in his ears, and his attitude towards Sherlock is getting more and more distant. He didn't do anything like handing over Sherlock's information to that gentleman, but he also did some things, such as He tentatively swaggered to bring Sherlock to the scene, only some colleagues who didn't know the truth stabbed a few words, and none of the superiors spoke out.Also, he tried to piss Sherlock off.

Sherlock had never really been provoked.

The irascible Sherlock fell silent instead - his words became more and more sharp and undisguised, but he was not angry.

After that sentence of indecision, Lestrade rethought for a long time how things came to be like this, only to realize that he had gained nothing in this matter.

He was provoked for no reason and then lost a friend, but he was unwilling to monitor/monitor Sherlock and report to the gentleman, and there was always no position for the inspector.

Of course, what Lestrade didn't know was that if he really agreed to the surveillance, then even if he got the position of inspector, he would just live a mediocre life. Sherlock and the appearance of that gentleman Like a bubble that won't reappear.

Because, Mycroft will not need more monitors.

Lestrade gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.

So he called Sherlock today.

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one night dream.

Weiwei wakes up in a mess.She dreamed of her past life.

She dreamed that she entered the University of D and took a major she didn’t like. Her family urged her to take the civil service exam or to get a teacher’s certificate. She rushed the ducks to the shelves and finally passed the exam with her little cleverness, and went to the government of a small city Do some common paperwork...

Weiwei clearly saw that she was complacent about such a life, and was proud of such a job. The introductions during blind dates were all about stable jobs...

Then in a blink of an eye she dreamed of her present again. She was at the scene of the crime. Although she didn't understand anything, she was still studying hard. She was obsessed with a career that she could not accept in the past. She knew it was Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes led her into the door of this magical world, and she was unwilling to leave.

There are still many scenes, some of which are probably the scenes of the gangster movies she has seen before, and some of the two cases she has experienced.

Afterwards, her parents in the previous life told her to do what you wanted to do, and she replied that I didn’t think much about it, and then slowly dragged on until I had to make a decision without thinking about it, and then my parents forced her to take a stable job. .

The final scene was fixed at the [-]th or [-]th, and she was flipping through the Sherlock Holmes collection translated by an unknown publishing house.

At that time, she was amazed even by Sherlock Holmes' wisdom. She was briefly interested and wanted to become a policeman or a forensic doctor, but later she gave up because she was afraid of hardship and tiredness.

It's like remembering everything.

When Weiwei opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the white walls of the dormitory.

Whether it's the nineteenth century or the twenty-first century, your dad is still your dad.

Vivi paused.

what.

wrong.

Again.

Holmes is still Holmes.

Her head hurts a bit from dreaming all night.But she was sober.

Since she is in this world, let her try to blend in a little bit.

She glanced at the bed over there, Angelina was not on the bed after going to class, so she grabbed the phone and called the mother of this world.

"We Weiwei, we can do whatever we want."

Upon receiving such an answer, Wei Weimeng couldn't help laughing under the quilt, rolling from one side to the other.

Oh, what is she delaying, it's time to go to Queen Street to find a professor.

When she thinks about it, she does it, and Weiwei doesn't care whether there are classes or not, so she puts on her clothes as soon as she gets up, and decides to run straight to Queen Street after getting dressed.

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"It's just a very simple case, Lestrade, I don't understand the need for you to call me here." Sherlock stared at the curry chicken rice bowl in front of him, "Is this a way for lower animals to celebrate? I don't eat chicken curry."

"To shut up."

Lestrade looked at the Indian curry in front of him and felt that he was also very bad.

Fuck you Sherlock Holmes, you were the one who wanted to eat curry just now, what did you say "If you insist on buying me a meal, I will only eat curry...I mean I won't eat curry"? ? ?

"Don't you know what that means?"

Lestrade looked at Sherlock with a rare idiot look: "Oh, I don't know."

without hesitation.

Lestrade didn't know why he was so irritable today. He even wanted to poke a fork into Sherlock's eyes and eat it with curry.

Forget it, he doesn't like Sherlock's eyes or curry.

Does Sherlock really not know?

It is rare for the two to reach a certain tacit understanding at a certain moment and begin to tacit understanding.

Sherlock looks much more noble than Lestrade even if he is sitting on the side of the road and eating a bowl of rice in a simple lunch box, but if someone tells Lestrade that, Lestrade will definitely express dissatisfaction, especially when he says This bullshit-sounding nobility comes from Sherlock's prettier face.

The two of them sat in a row, frowning bitterly and eating the curry chicken that tasted horrible.

Sherlock didn't like to eat curry, which seemed to remind him of the scene of Indians wiping their asses. He said that he wanted to eat curry only because he knew Lestrade didn't like it.

After a few mouthfuls, both of them couldn't eat anymore.

I didn't like to eat much at first, so it was just a box lunch. Forget it, the cold wind was blowing and it was almost freezing.

Regardless of whether it was for the purpose of "drying this bowl of curry chicken for our friendship", neither of them obviously wanted to do it anymore.

It was Sherlock who stood up first, and he took the box of chicken curry from Lestrade by the way, then walked straight to the trash can, and threw it down with a bang.

"Hey Sherlock!" Lestrade whispered after him.

"You don't need to thank me too much, I just happen to know that you don't like chicken curry." Sherlock looked as usual, "Let's go."

The bottom button of his coat was not fully buttoned up, and he was flying when he walked, and he didn't feel cold, so he went straight to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and left.

What? Did you order curry chicken on purpose because you knew he didn't like chicken curry?

Lestrade (the full version is moved to Jinjiang Literature Original Network, authored by Lonely Island Little Whale, support genuine version)

The author has something to say: Lestrade rolled his eyes.

Forget it, that's it anyway.

When he turned his head, he saw Detective Jackson with his back turned to him as if he was dealing with something. He quickened a few steps, opened the isolation belt and walked into the scene again.

It's a small case, and they solve it within the scope.

He just slipped Sherlock a few mouthfuls of chicken curry, which he didn't like.

"Bless you my friend."

"Cheers to our friendship."

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——tbc

Thank you Xiaojing and mine for complaining about flowers, and thank you little angels for your likes ~ I will try my best to ensure daily updates!

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Today I mainly describe why the relationship between Lestrade and the great detective is so weird.Sherlock knows who is sincere and who is not.It's just that he is like that.You understand.

This chapter is already a little warm Sherlock~ If you like it, take it away~ Weiwei: Isn't it my professor?

Me: (smiling) It's my professor~

Supplement: The update time has been adjusted to ten o'clock in the morning, pay attention.I'm not fake...