[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

When Weiwei returned to the dormitory, she happened to meet Angelina who was putting on makeup.

"Hi Angie," Vivi looked at Angelina's well-dressed appearance, "Are you going to the party?"

Wearing a little black dress and pearl necklace, this look is clearly imitating Audrey Hepburn's classic outfit.Good-looking is good-looking, but it is completely opposite to Audrey Hepburn's temperament.

Angelina is the typical look with some sexy.

"You are in a good mood today." Angelina just put down the mascara in her hand, blinked in the mirror to see if there were any fly legs, "have you finally come out of the sadness of Professor Fendi's death?"

Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to realize—oh, the professor really pretended to be dead to get rid of the identity of Professor Fendi.

And she was just in a trance these days, not because of her death.It’s just that she couldn’t say it clearly—after all, Professor Fendi had such a good relationship when he was “alive”, and she was probably the one who should be most sad.

So she lowered her eyebrows subconsciously, looking sad.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have mentioned it..." Angelina had some guilt on her face.

Weiwei is now scratching his head to recall the contents of the book, what kind of sad tone is it?She did have such a reserve of knowledge in her mind, but it was too difficult to apply mechanically, so she quickly tried to find some sad things to play with.

So she thought of how she felt about the college entrance examination just after the college entrance examination, with a look of despair: "I'm okay, Angie, I'm okay now."

Angelina hesitated for a while, then turned to Weiwei and asked, "Weiwei, you don't like him, do you? I mean, Professor Fendi..."

Weiwei's mind hasn't turned around yet, why do you ask such a question.She was really surprised at this moment: "Why do you think so?"

Angelina carefully looked at Weiwei's expression, and after realizing that she was probably really surprised, she also felt a little guilty: "Actually, it's not... It's just that there are rumors like that from a classmate of basic mathematics."

Before Weiwei could say anything, Angelina smiled awkwardly again: "After all, Professor Fendi is so handsome, there are quite a lot of girls who covet him, maybe it's just jealousy."

Weiwei didn't speak, but lowered her head.

Angelina also felt a little uncomfortable: "Well, you don't seem to like staying in the dormitory recently, and you can't even see you, so you should hang out with your classmates."

Weiwei replied in a low voice, then turned and walked to the bathroom.

"I may go out a lot recently." Weiwei hesitated for a while before turning around and said, "I need to learn something extra."

Angelina shrugged: "Okay, I wish you a happy study."

Weiwei smiled, went into the bathroom and stared blankly at the mirror.

Originally, riding a bicycle all the way back, the cold wind was blowing and almost forgot everything that should be forgotten, but after Angelina mentioned the professor, she remembered that touch again.

Damn it, what kind of hands are you talking about, Weiwei couldn't help but stretched out her hand and ruined a handful of her hair, and then couldn't help ruining it again.

It seems really, quite soft?

Suddenly Angelina appeared in the mirror?

"Uh, you...continue." Angelina gave Weiwei a strange look, then silently backed out.

so awkward.Vivi let go.

Ah, but why did Angelina bring this up all of a sudden? Is it because there are really a lot of rumors about her in school?Weiwei combed her hair slowly, and then leaned against the edge of the washbasin in a daze in front of the mirror. This was not the first time she did this action today.She has a lot to think about today.

She stared at herself in the mirror.

There's also something odd about it.

The professor has always changed his attire when he was in other identities, but why didn't he wear another disguise when he was Professor Fendi?Angelina had already left when Weiwei walked out of the bathroom. She probably stayed by herself for a long time. Weiwei was a little helpless, and she probably really realized the statement that she was sadly nervous because of "Professor Fendi's death".

Weiwei sat at her desk and looked at her notes.

The professor kept saying that she lacked basic knowledge, and she was so excited that she forgot that Sherlock Holmes's iconic deductive method was based on a large and rich foundation of knowledge.If there is no such knowledge, then the so-called reasoning is really just a joke.

Weiwei was thinking about the A4 paper in front of her, but she didn't write. She just wanted to create a blank environment for herself.

I don't have the accumulation of knowledge like the professor, what should I do?

Knowledge accumulation is one aspect. In addition to knowledge accumulation, what direction should I think from?

I am sensitive to people's reactions. I can slowly learn to observe a person's normal and abnormal reactions. I can analyze the suspect's psychological activities at the crime scene and find some clues.

Is that all?

Facing the white paper, Weiwei felt a little frustrated.

It feels very useless.

Although he kept cheering and comforting himself, this knowledge still made Weiwei not too excited the next day.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Door closed?

Weiwei knocked on the door tentatively, but no one answered.

Sherlock was sitting at the table eating his own breakfast, wondering if Vicky would make breakfast so he wouldn't have to be woken up every morning by the old housekeeper.

Of course he heard the knock on the door, he just didn't bother to answer.

"anyone there?"

He heard his student's voice, but he still didn't answer.

He relapsed last night, and now is the moment of emotional instability.

Weiwei hesitated for a while, then pushed open the door, just in time to see the professor who was forking the last bite of sandwich and putting the dinner plate back.

"I thought I didn't let you in." He said flatly.

Weiwei didn't know why the professor seemed in a bad mood again, and he hesitated: "I called you, professor, but I didn't hear the answer..."

"I thought this move meant that I didn't want you to come in." Sherlock pushed the chair away violently, and the sound of the chair scratching on the solid wood floor made people shrink their shoulders subconsciously, "Well, it seems that you don't understand .”

Then he took a closer look at his students and noticed that Vicky seemed not very interested.

"I don't think what I said yesterday can give you a big blow. If describing you as a sloth makes you wilt like this, then you'd better go back to the goldfish school. I thought comparing a mammal like a sloth with you It's obviously flattering you."

Before Weiwei opened his mouth, Sherlock seemed to have changed his mood again.

"If you think about it, I suppose it should be easy to find out that this door is reserved for you," he said as if bubbling in a pot of boiling water, "Okay, come in, put your Change your shoes."

Vivi closed her mouth tightly.

Although she didn't know why the professor was in a strange mood today, she decided to be obedient.There was indeed a pair of ladies slippers by the door, and coincidentally they matched her shoe size exactly.If the professor is in a good mood, Weiwei would actually like to ask why there is such a pair of shoes, but she dare not ask now.

Sherlock pushed the chair back—this time he lifted the chair a little, and there was no harsh sound as before, as if the inexplicably emotional Sherlock Holmes never existed, and he looked calm again.

"Have you had breakfast?" he asked suddenly.

Weiwei was stunned: "Ah, I've eaten."

Sherlock walked to the window, glanced out of the window, and seemed to realize that Weiwei had been standing at the door: "Why are you standing there? I don't think your skills can serve as my bodyguard."

Vivi silently hopped to the edge of the sofa like a quail and behaved nicely.jpg

She feels so embarrassed.When visiting someone's house, if she doesn't help to get slippers or something, she will let the guests enter the door by themselves and still respond. She is a little uncomfortable sitting here.

Professor Suoxing looked out the window, and Weiwei carefully looked up at the room.

The room is not very big, there is a shoe cabinet by the porch just entering the door, two sofas and a coffee table are placed in the living room of Vivi, the wall next to it is full of books, and the side next to the window is full of books. A cabinet; further inside is the dining room.There should be a kitchen inside, and Weiwei saw a refrigerator outside.There is a small door on the side of the dining room, and Weiwei doesn't know what's inside.

There were a lot of newspapers in front of the seat where Sherlock was sitting just now.a lot of.

"Have you finished?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Weiwei's mind skipped a word: Are you satisfied with what you see?

Then he sneered at himself secretly.

There were still some ambiguous and charming emotions yesterday, but now there is really nothing at all.

"Ah..." Weiwei uttered a syllable unconsciously, and then said in embarrassment, "It's a little different from what I imagined..."

"It's really different. If it wasn't for Old Parker's insistence on being polite to the guests and throwing away my specimens, then you wouldn't see what you see now..." He paused, turned around, looked at her, "harmonious."

Weiwei thought about it for a while: "Are there many specimens?"

Sherlock didn't reply, but strode past Vivi to the porch and opened the door.Weiwei stood up subconsciously but did not move much.

"Ah, thank you so much," he said to someone outside, and when he turned around, there was a big box in his hand, "Close the door, thank you."

Weiwei was just about to close the door, but it was closed from the outside.

"Okay vicky, we can explore the hole that appeared out of nowhere."

Weiwei wanted to go over to help, but she didn't want to stumble suddenly when she passed by another sofa, she looked down and it turned out to be... a finger?

Weiwei was stunned for half a second.

Just as he raised his head to ask the professor, he found that the professor was holding the big box and looking at himself with mentally retarded eyes: "You are so lucky, in order to prevent old Parker from taking my arm specimen away, I hid it on the sofa. under."

Weiwei silently rubbed that finger back with the slipper.

"You will always wear these slippers when you come here from now on, don't expect me to wash them for you." Sherlock's voice was a little farther away, and Weiwei raised his head again and he had already walked to an entrance on the side of the restaurant.

Weiwei quickly followed.

This is a laboratory.