[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

After this, Vivi finally knew why Mycroft emphasized that she didn't have to go to class that day.

After all, the professor has really become a professor. The level is not comparable to the math class taught by Fendi at the beginning. The math class is so easy. Why not just listen to the class and write a thinking question? There is no homework, and the class is at most Just answer a few more questions.

Now?

In the quiet living room, Vivi carefully observes the nerve slices under the microscope. Sherlock Holmes must be a high-quality product - I heard that this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes's extracurricular homework in junior high school.

"Vicky, will the lack of oxygen definitely cause the skin of the lips to lose their color?"

Suddenly a voice broke the silence.

The specimen made by Sherlock is good. It feels as clear as the one in the book. This is the myelin sheath and that is... um, what did the professor ask?

"Ah? Not necessarily."

Her tone was a little confused.

"I thought you shouldn't give me a chance to ask, for example."

Sherlock spread out the newspaper, and the sound of flipping the pages made one feel his irritability.He started to ask Weiwei questions when he was bored, he was quite used to it.

"poisoned by carbon monoxide."

Vivi reacted quickly.

"Yeah, so this kind of reporter whose head is used to prop up his height and can be caught by the door insists on presenting such trivial knowledge points as novelty news with alarmist statements..." Sherlock's expression can be summed up roughly. I bluntly said that everyone here is rubbish, he raised his legs, and the slippers dangled on his feet, "Even a young koi under the age of 20 can answer a simple knowledge point."

Weiwei was still studying and hadn't recovered, and was almost startled by such a long sentence.

In fact, she really admires Sherlock, she said such a long and difficult sentence without stopping, and felt that every sentence could be taken to the fourth grade of university for that kind of long and difficult sentence analysis_(:3ゝ∠)_Weiwei is now considered Half of the natives have to turn a corner.

No wonder high school teachers used to say that foreigners may not always speak like this. I guess this may not have considered such a strange thing as Sherlock.

She was used to complaining about Sherlock.

"Because I have you to teach."

So she can smooth hair very smoothly.

Sherlock's swinging feet stopped, and if Weiwei turned his head, he could see the pale skin of his ankle above the half of the sock, and the slightly raised place looked like a work of art.

"You've been more and more perfunctory lately." Sherlock said lightly.

His brows were lowered, showing no emotion.

"Because the tasks you assigned make me very fulfilled."

To be honest, during the study process, Weiwei didn't even have time to think about it. She got up at 07:30 every morning and arrived at Queen Street at [-]:[-] to start a whole day of study.

Sherlock loves Ge You lying next to him Ge You lying loves sawing wood sawing wood loves to shoot and shoot, but as long as Sherlock doesn't call Wei Wei and Wei Wei responds, he will make a lot of ridicule and can't even do the most basic concentration .Weiwei has become accustomed to keeping his face paralyzed and concentrating on learning amidst various voices, and responding accurately to every sentence that the professor begins with vicky.

I feel fulfilled by the tasks you assign.

There is implicit praise in this sentence.

This is Weiwei's usual routine.And the reason why routines become routines.It is because Sherlock likes this set very much.After seeing the nerve section, Weiwei changed to a blood smear.

God damn Sherlock Holmes, dare not interrupt her train of thought_(:3ゝ∠)_

Forty-five specimens, the godlike Sherlock Holmes asked Vivi to read them in an hour and a half, and make an assessment after reading them.

Weiwei didn't know what he was looking at, and he felt hopeless.

Seriously, I might as well be a student of Western history.

It's so fucking messy.

And Sherlock, who has been subtly smoothed out, is in a good mood, as if his curly hair is more three-dimensional.He has been teaching Weiwei for half a month, and it turns out that an empty head is the best place to stuff it.He was almost pleasantly surprised by the plasticity of his pupils.

At first, he thought she was a little clever, but when she was actually taught by him, Sherlock began to sigh - if Lestrade had this level, he would have dominated Scotland Yard long ago.

At the same time, Sherlock couldn't help looking at Vicky sometimes.

Without him, it's really okay for her to ruin herself like this when she has a talent of the same kind around her.

This is enough to prove how lazy this student is.

He can't put too many things in his mind now, about the case and other things.

In fact, Weiwei also noticed that the professor's questions today were very simple, but he couldn't find out the reason, and he really didn't want to explore.

Yesterday, Sherlock arranged a gymnastics class for Vivi. Sherlock happily abused the scum for 10 minutes and then disliked Vivi for lowering his level. So he asked Mycroft's subordinates to teach him a little bit. Vivi is now I feel very uncomfortable all over, but I am still learning (I am really touched by myself/dead fish eyes).

Because of the end of the gymnastics class that he thought would take a little thought, Sherlock, who hadn't taken/drugs for a week, happily had a shot that night, which was the reason for his slow thinking today.

Sherlock realized his insanity.

Then he still made a decision in such an unconscious state.

"Vicky," he paused, "move here."

When Weiwei's name sounded again, she immediately recovered and subconsciously obeyed: "Okay."

what?

She almost broke her own neck when she turned her head.

"Don't be too surprised, Vicky." Sherlock's eyes seemed to be still focused on the newspaper, but he didn't. He himself felt that his state was not right. He threw the newspaper on the table and stretched his long legs. Standing up, he quickly walked to the edge of the sofa and stood in front of the window. When he opened the curtains, he let out a sigh, "I'm just saving my precious time, so that you can graduate early."

Isn't this in line with Fatty's idea, let her occupy his time, let him care about his dignity and not lose his composure in front of the students?

He knew it, and this time he acquiesced.

Because he started to want to get out of that state.

Is it still under control?

Still.

"Don't worry... I have no interest in collecting rent from a primary school student who has no independent means of income. As for the discomfort brought about by cohabitation, I don't think you will either." His eyes became a little distant, and then suddenly It became more specific again, "I mean at least you didn't almost throw yourself downstairs like Lestrade when you found a finger with occult blood reaction on my laboratory bench..."

He raised his hands exaggeratedly, trying to mimic Lestrade's reaction.

"He almost shot my cute stuffed animal when he saw the plastinated stuff I just made... I thought the people at Scotland Yard were at least materialistic if they were stupid."

He put away his exaggerated expressions and movements, and returned to his indifferent appearance.

Such a gap makes people laugh a bit.

"You are used to staying with me. If you don't have the stupid problem of accepting the bed, I can't think of a reason to refuse..." Sherlock raised one corner of his lips and quickly pressed it down, "If you want to say that you are more comfortable The words of that pitiful little wooden bed in your dormitory."

"I'm afraid you're not used to it, professor." Weiwei listened to the professor's complaints honestly, and then said carefully.

At the moment, she is obediently outrageous.

"As long as your mind keeps up with the speed," he turned his head and looked at her suddenly, with a little sarcasm, "sometimes I can't speak when I think, and sometimes I like to speak out...you know old Parker put me Mr. Skeleton took it away. As long as you are obedient enough and don't disturb my thinking too much..."

His voice weakened, and he took a few steps towards the sofa and picked up the violin.

"...I will."

Live with you...

However, Weiwei didn't dare to say it...

Sherlock set up the violin and drew the bow, but there was an unexpected sound.He pulls away, relaxes a little, swings his foot to drive again—and repeats this two or three times.

He began to regret and became irritable, and even wanted to drop the violin.

Weiwei was startled by the bang, subconsciously looked up and found that the professor was still swinging his right hand vigorously, and the neck of the violin was broken and the case was damaged.

Weiwei knew that this violin was precious, and he once told her about the person who made the violin and the value of this violin in the tone of "you don't know anything about power".

She finally realized that the professor's mood today was really unstable.

"professor?"

"shutup!"

Sherlock seemed to tremble a little at the end, and his breathing fluctuated violently, but he wanted to maintain his calm appearance and desperately suppressed the panting that was about to overflow.

If it was in the past, when he was still Professor Fendi, Weiwei would quickly retreat to leave the professor's private space.

And now, although they only get along for half a month, and most of the time they are doing their own things, Weiwei still feels that...

She hesitated for a while, her hand left the fine focus spiral, stood up, and took a few steps towards Sherlock tentatively, and finally came to the part not far from Sherlock, where the piano case fell, she picked it up carefully, Then he slowly picked up the other broken pieces of wood, put them on the tea table, and took the violin from the professor.

"Sorry." Sherlock had already returned to his original standing posture, and he even obediently handed over the only part of the violin left.

Vivi noticed that his hand was scratched by the strings.

"Professor... need me to help you deal with..."

"nope."

His tone returned to his rational look, although there was still a little bit of ups and downs, he stabilized his tone, and said again,

"Need not."

"Put it there, old Parker will clean it up," Sherlock's tone returned to the usual, "follow your study tasks. Don't worry about me."

"But I'm worried..."

"!"

Sherlock's emotions suddenly exploded again.

Weiwei shrank her neck in fright... She really, rarely saw the professor like this, she wasn't too panicked, but a little uncomfortable.

There were still a few bloodstains on the professor's hands, and he didn't want to take care of them. He stepped on his slippers and walked back to his bedroom. This gesture was already obvious—after all, Weiwei was the only one who hadn't been in this room. Yes, only this bedroom remains.

He is refusing.

Weiwei looked at the professor's back in a daze.

She sometimes called him Professor, and sometimes she called him Sherlock.

Professors can be irritable sometimes, but never like this.She was stunned, a little uncomfortable.

Sherlock slammed the door and fell on the bed, his emotions out of control.he knows.

He also knew that there would definitely be a text message from Fatty on his mobile phone. Maybe he didn't notice the vibration when he broke out just now, but there must be.

He felt exhausted.

But he was still tearing at it desperately, trying to prove the willpower of a Sherlock Holmes.

And that was what worried Mycroft most about him.

Because even Sherlock Holmes is only a mortal.

Weiwei outside the door was not in the mood to study at the moment, so she silently picked up a few fragments, took out a bag that Sherlock usually used to hold specimens from the refrigerator, and put it under the coffee table after packing it——she didn't know Can this kind of piano be repaired, but put it away first.

After she put it away, she found a broom from the kitchen and cleaned up the ashes on the floor.

Usually at this point, old Parker would come over to cook Chinese food, but not today.Weiwei guessed that the professor might not want to see old Parker.

Vivi usually met old Parker, but she didn't say a few words, because she was studying every time Parker came, and whenever Vivi tried to divert her attention, she would suffer from the professor's death stare_(:3ゝ∠)_

She secretly noticed that the professor should respect the old Parker, because Mr. Parker would babble sometimes, but the professor seldom refuted, even if he refuted, the damage was minimal, like a good boy.

If he didn't come today, maybe the professor said hello, Weiwei thought, so lunch...?

The professor doesn't seem to want to eat it like this, how about she cook it once?

Weiwei's gaze wandered uncertainly to the kitchen.

Regardless of the fact that I haven't touched pots and pans since I traveled here, is there any food in Sherlock's refrigerator that normal people can eat?