[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"If I were a gangster, I would hold you hostage in a hundred ways and you would be unable to resist," Sherlock's deep male voice swayed in Vivi's ear, because she was held in his arms in this posture, " Of course, I can teach you how to resist. As your teacher."

Weiwei uttered a few words with difficulty: "Thank you very much."

She didn't know what emotion to have, she was frightened just now, and now the professor and his discriminative magnetic voice brought some faint tremors to her ears, and her heart beat extremely fast.

My mother, is this masculinity? (???)

"Your ears are red."

Sherlock's tone was a little surprised.

"..."

Weiwei didn't know how to react anymore.

"So now you mean, are you willing to teach me?" Weiwei put her hand on the professor's forearm, and she actually felt a little uncomfortable because of the professor's movements.

Sherlock judged his student's mood and stared at Weiwei's ear for a long time.

There was a moment of silence, his voice seemed to be squeezed out.

"Ah."

"Self-defense, and cases?" Weiwei felt that he was really good.

Sherlock weighed it.

He wanted to give up a little bit, although he would have made a trip in vain, but he could not understand the principle of timely stop loss, being able to resolutely give up useless things that took time and effort to do, this is what makes Sherlock Holmes different from ordinary people one of the places.

But now he hesitated.

The little girl was hooked by him like this, and he knew that this force would make her have a certain degree of breathing difficulties and even a little lack of oxygen, but she was still trying to bargain with him.

He has already seen that it was just a trick of the little girl from the beginning.

Well, since she wanted to study with him that much.

Since she sincerely...

He gave a low "um" and let go of his hand.

When I let go, I felt a little empty.Speaking of which, Sherlock rarely felt uncomfortable when he was in contact with her. He was not a person who liked physical contact - most of the time the necessary physical contact was just a way for him to achieve his goal.Only now did he feel that the arm that was strangling the little girl just now was a little hot, and even his heartbeat was a little fast, probably because he was assimilated by the girl just now.

He was thoughtful.

"I don't think it's a good choice for you to learn Chinese now. After all, English and Chinese are not the same system, let alone your French elective in high school is a mess." He looked down at her.

"About a year, 98% of the cells in the body will be renewed," Weiwei smiled slyly, "This is what the book you gave me said, and the me you see now is not exactly the me I was a year ago .”

But no matter how much most ordinary people's brains are updated, they can only look like they were just born, and Sherlock's eyes still haven't moved.

Weiwei was a little uncomfortable seeing Sherlock's eyes, and the temperature in her ears did not drop: "Have you checked me, how did you know my high school French score?"

Because Gaston Marco spent a lot of time teaching this nympho who pretended to be all about stars and cosmetics in his head-this is not what Victoria Mayer asked, but Gaston just needed to do it, And then do the same. Vicky does have some language talent, but he never paid attention to it. He really thought that he was staring at "Gaston" every day without being noticed.

Well, Vicky has definitely changed a lot, if that's the case.

"Then I wish you good luck." Sherlock said lightly, "I just want to know how you recognized me."

Weiwei's eyeballs rolled, and she wanted to speak, but held back: "Feeling."

"Are you lying to your teacher?" His tone rose slightly.

"Yes." Weiwei smiled slightly.

It's like a little paradox.

Are you lying to your teacher?

Yes.

It may be this sentence, or it may be the "feeling" of the previous sentence.

Well, if it makes her feel smart, Sherlock doesn't mind taking a beating: "I'm assuming you tried to use deduction when you were there."

Weiwei was stunned for a while: "Huh?"

"If you think you are very smart now, then what I said will disappoint you, fragile little girl," his tone accelerated and lowered again, "in terms of your empty or full of rubbish, all Any so-called 'interpretation' of anything will send you driving in the opposite direction of the truth, like a sloth on the gas pedal."

A sloth with the gas pedal on?

Weiwei didn't react for a while.

Sherlock was in a slightly joyful mood. He looked at the hair on the top of his student's head for a long time, and always wanted to rub it with his hands, and then he reached out.

Weiwei was startled by the sudden touch, before she could jump away, she was firmly held down and her hair was rubbed vigorously.

Exm? ? ?

"I don't even understand such a simple metaphor, you have to work hard if you want to be my student."

The girl's hair is soft and fluffy, and it feels quite comfortable to the touch.Sherlock subtly found the feeling of caressing his good friend Mr. Skeleton.

Not Mr. Skeleton either, because Mr. Skeleton is not furry.

Probably something like red beard.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Skeleton is the skull of a victim of his case two years ago, and he sometimes thinks about it.

He kind of likes it, because when he presses her head like that, it's like flipping a switch, and Vicky doesn't say a word.

Before Weiwei could react, the professor turned around and strode away.

"Wait, professor!" Before Weiwei could react, he saw the professor waving his hand and leaving in a chic (??) way. At this time, he had already left the setting of "the classmate sitting next to him in the library" just now. Yes, the walking posture is more Sherlock.

Weiwei originally wanted to chase him out, but ran back to get his bag, and when he went out again, the professor had disappeared.

Weiwei stood at the door of the library a little annoyed, and suddenly found a few girls who seemed to be smiling at her. Only then did Weiwei remember that the professor suddenly rubbed his hair just now, and he guessed that he had completely blown his hair now.

So angry ah ah ah ah.

The last time I kneaded it with rubber gloves, Weiwei barely understood that it was to press and hold it down, but what is the purpose of kneading like this this time.Has she washed her hair white again? ? ?

Besides, why is he kneading...

Weiwei smoothed the knotted hair with her hands, and then went back to the library to find a restroom to take care of it.

What is the professor thinking?Weiwei stared at herself in the mirror in a daze.

She rarely sees herself that way, and she doesn't wear makeup, because she hasn't accepted that she has really become a blonde girl.But now looking in the mirror, she felt familiar again, as if she was really Victoria Mayer instead of Ye Weiwei.She is used to it.

She's Victoria Mayer now.

Because she has accepted such a life and is actively looking for...

Why did the professor suddenly rub her hair just now?

She put her hand on the place where the professor rubbed it just now, feeling a little hot now.

Is it easy to touch?Vivi thought.

Just as the person coming out from the bathroom behind her head, Weiwei hurriedly put down her hands not to make such a stupid move, and turned on the faucet to wash her face directly with water.

Ah, the faucet is turned in the wrong direction, and the water is so cold.

Weiwei quickly withdrew her hand and waited for the hot water, she took a small breath.

Why are you rubbing her hair?

It's not gentle.

Sherlock, who stopped a taxi again, hadn't taken off all his camouflage, he looked up, the taxi driver changed?

Oh, it turns out the car drove away.

He took a slightly distracted look.

Not from Mycroft.Sherlock's hand that was about to take off the disguise stopped, and he said in a youthful voice as a student: "Sir, is it convenient to go to Queen Street? I want to go to the coffee shop on the 17th."

Mr. Driver doesn't look too fat, just a thin young man, probably in his thirties, with a very gentle smile.

"No problem at all."

Sherlock, who was sitting in the taxi, put his hands in his pockets and didn't go to talk to the driver.There was a slight rubbing between his knuckles, as if the soft hair was still in it.

Honestly, it's pretty comfortable.

Before he had time to realize what he was thinking just now, the vibration of his mobile phone interrupted his train of thought.

[So what happened to that case?professor. 】

He almost forgot to tease her carefully just now.

[If you didn't play those tricks and came directly to Queen Street, I can tell you how to get the answer in a little time.The problem is you.

Sh.】

Weiwei pursed her lips when she received the message, and replied cautiously: [But if this is the case, I probably won't have the opportunity to learn self-defense. 】Even if you know it’s a trick, you still agree.Weiwei realized that his professor was not as unkind as he imagined, although sometimes it was cloudy, but when he was in a good mood, he could still talk about conditions.

Sherlock looked down at the phone, wanting to raise an eyebrow.How could he not see what his student meant?Doesn't it mean that he found out about her cautiousness but still made concessions?

[The decision was made by me, and I think it is not impossible to go back on my word.

Sh.】

So Weiwei was embarrassed, and she changed the subject tactfully.

[Is it completely resolved?So what's with the hole in that window? ] She avoided the word bullet hole, because she had some doubts about whether it was a bullet hole.

【not yet.Come over tomorrow. 】

Because he was not in a hurry to study the hole, and now the piece of glass is still in the forensics department, and he has already said hello to bring it over tomorrow.

[Follow orders, Professor! 】

Sherlock's hand paused.

[I'm not a professor now.

Sh.】

When Weiwei received this message, she was a little confused, she was a little hesitant, should she just call Sherlock?She feels that she doesn't have the guts yet ＿(:зゝ∠)＿

Also, it feels so shameful.

Vivius

The author has something to say: Weiwei hesitated for a while and missed the time to reply, and the message over there was sent again.

[It's just a title, don't get entangled with your brain stuffed with achnatherum splendens.

Sh.】

Weiwei rolled her eyes slightly.

【I listen to you:)】

In fact, she really wanted to send a smile, but she was really worried that the British would not understand the meaning of the smile.

However, Weiwei, do you really dare to send a hehe to your professor?

——tbc

In the previous chapter, the real head-to-head killing tag here is a fake head-to-head killing... It's not that I typed the wrong tag, it's because this kind of violent rubbing is not called head-to-head killing at all!It will take a while before I really touch my head, huh, gentle and arrogant hehehe.

Sherlock's friend Mr. Skeleton background board was launched once/Red Beard background board was launched once.

Is a little action scene easy? quq thinks about this and that.