[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The dinner table can bring people closer to each other. The ancients did not deceive me.

Weiwei is now obediently.jpg at the table, and she will start eating when the professor starts to use the knife.

It was so delicious, she almost wanted to swallow her tongue.

It's not that she hasn't eaten steak before, but the professor's product is definitely different! No wonder the professor wants to throw away the steak she made!Seriously, if she can get such a delicious steak by throwing away the fruit of her labor, she is willing to make another 100 yuan steak!

"You are very talented, learn how to cook with me."

Such a line actually flashed through Weiwei's mind.

She had already forgotten about the apron and holding hands, and even the professor's uncertainty at the beginning. She just wanted to have another steak!

Surprisingly, it was Sherlock.

"You weren't so excited when I was doing my deductive reasoning," Sherlock's tone was a little disbelieving, "Now you're going to be insane because of a piece of steak? Vicky, I'm starting to wonder if I was just watching it It was only after a short while that I made you my student."

Weiwei has already learned what is called conditioned praise: "No, no, no, professor, you have never lost sight of me, I am just very touched!"

She didn't feel that her acting skills were a little exaggerated. In fact, even if she paid attention, she couldn't stop it.

"It's fine if you're willing to accept an apprentice like me. Your hands should be doing cutting-edge experiments. You actually made a steak for me. I feel guilty!"

Mycroft sitting in front of the monitor: Damn mentally retarded

But Sherlock followed suit.

He sliced ​​the steak gracefully, fed it to his mouth with a fork, chewed it slowly, and swallowed.

"It's enough to know that I'm lucky in my three lives, even though I didn't do it for you," he said in a noble and glamorous tone like a Persian cat, perhaps his tail will be raised as proudly as his current posture, "with the old man Parker learn a little bit, then you can make lunch later on."

No, professor, I still want to eat your lunch.

But he didn't have the guts to beat Weiwei to death. He felt that Professor Persia Meow would jump over and bite her to death after finishing speaking.

So she said sincerely: "It is my honor, Professor."

Sherlock nodded proudly, so the two ate in silence without talking.

Weiwei has already immersed himself in the delicious food, while the professor is distracted thinking about other things.

Feeling a bit weird about his own student, he thought as he munched on his perfectly cooked steak, noticing her pulse when he had just taught her to wash her hands - a little fast.

His eyes fell on Victoria, but Weiwei didn't pay attention, and still enjoyed it seriously.

After eating, Vivi volunteered to pack up her things, and Sherlock lay comfortably on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

Probably because he was full and fat, Weiwei also greeted him: "It's not good for the professor to lie down right after eating!"

Sherlock propped up his body intentionally, and Ge You played with his mobile phone paralyzed.

He didn't even notice that he was obedient.

Even if Weiwei is doing something she doesn't like - washing dishes - she is in a particularly good mood.This was the most relaxing time she got along with the professor. Usually, it was a cycle of teaching questions and ridicule every day. Although the professor suddenly felt bad today, Weiwei was flattered by the subsequent relaxed state.She didn't know why the professor had such mood swings, and she liked the current state very much.

I feel a little closer to the professor.

If the professor was not in the living room, she would even want to hum a little tune, such as Little Apple.

Oops, I suddenly remembered Brother Gaston, whom I haven't seen for a long time. He should be on winter vacation after studying in Datian L Dynasty. I don't know if I can still contact him.

After washing the dishes, she happily washed her hands carefully with the newly learned novice method, and then bouncing back to the living room.

"Professor, if I move to your side, what will happen to the school?"

"Mycroft will take care of it." Sherlock didn't even look up.

"Mycroft?" Vivi was a little taken aback.

Sherlock looked up at Weiwei for a second: "It seems that my good brother didn't tell you his name, Mycroft Holmes."

Weiwei hesitated for a moment, her intuition told her that this was a good time to ask.

"Who is he, he looks very powerful."

This time Sherlock raised his eyebrows a little more, and glanced at her: "You just need to know that he is my brother."

Want his students to serve as running dogs for the fat man?Sherlock refused without even thinking about it. Why should the people he taught with great difficulty work for the fat man?I still need an assistant.Although not yet qualified.

Sherlock snorted softly.

In this relaxed environment, it is like a Persian cat begging for caress.

(No.

"If you insist on knowing his identity, I can only say that he is a small government official who is not worth mentioning," Sherlock continued to play with his mobile phone - the result of not touching the mobile phone in the morning is that the mailbox is almost boring. Stuffed, "And you just need to remember that he is a fat man."

Vivi blinked.

The professor seems to be in a good mood, do you want to continue asking?

Thoughts flowed quickly, Weiwei decided to be more conservative, she also sat on the sofa and looked at the professor.

The professor, who had been stared at for several minutes, felt a little uncomfortable. He suddenly remembered that he had compared his students to Redbeard a long time ago, but he didn't feel that way when Redbeard looked at him.

He almost wanted to cough, but he didn't.

"What did you observe?"

There was nothing unusual about his performance, as naturally as he used to ask his students questions.

Weiwei's brain may have been ding-dong, she suddenly remembered the needle hole on her arm.

She remembers that people who take/drugs have...

But is the professor like this?

She was a little dazed, the professor was sitting lazily with his back to the light projected by the window, but he didn't have that kind of decadent feeling at all.Although the professor is sometimes in a bit of a mood...

Wait, Sherlock Holmes in the original book seems to be smoking and injecting co/ca/alkali?

But what is co/ca/alkali in modern times?Vivi felt a little confused.She really wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask, no matter whether the professor admitted the result, she couldn't accept it.

She changed the subject.

"I was thinking, what should I do in the future."

Her head was down, looking a little confused.

Sherlock suddenly thought of Redbeard again.

He also remembered the time when he first met Victoria Mayer—he meant after getting to know her again—at that time, although she was a goldfish and a little confused, she never expressed it so bluntly, and he realized that this student was sincere. The person who trusted himself as a teacher completely lowered his voice.

"Why?"

He wanted to rub the dog's head again.

Every time his red beard is rubbed by him, he always sticks out his tongue and laughs like a husky.

So in the eyes of Sherlock now, Vivi is probably a doge.

"I can't be your student forever." Weiwei's planned words were suddenly blocked by another sentence, and her mood began to sink. The professor didn't interrupt her, so she continued, "I mean, It has been a real pleasure studying with you, I never realized I could learn so much."

She should be grateful.

"I know, Professor, you have already spent a lot of time on me." Weiwei's tone rose, and the gratitude in her tone could not be faked. She really thanked the professor, "I have no regrets. According to what you said, Desperate to get out of the fish school I should be in, in fact, I really appreciate when I stay with you."

"I was just thinking..."

She stopped in panic again.

It seems too arrogant to think so.

What she wanted to talk about was how she would return to the world of ordinary people after spending so much time with the professor day and night.

She didn't finish, it doesn't mean Sherlock doesn't know.

He not only noticed this feeling, but also noticed the other side.His students dare not even say the second half of the sentence, because they are afraid—fear that they will be too arrogant, that even if they learn this way, they will still be ordinary people, and there is no way to talk about "returning" to the world of ordinary people.

"Come here," he whispered, moving his shoulders a little.

Weiwei was a little taken aback, her blue eyes were full of doubts.

Today, his students are in a particularly bad state, and they lack a sense of wit in everything they do.

Sherlock watched his student walk up to him.

"Squat down," Sherlock said as if commanding.

???

Although Weiwei didn't understand, she took a step back with her right leg, squatted down, and looked up at him.

Her green eyes tickled him a bit.

Reminds him of the black eyes of Redbeard.

He straightened up, stretched out his hand, and rubbed her head.

This time it was not as hard as in the library, he still knew in his heart that his student and the red beard were not the same species, and human hair could not withstand his torture.

Once again, he felt that pressing Victoria Mayer's head was like pressing a switch, and the person who was talking was instantly quiet.

He is not very good at comforting people—in fact, his knowledge reserve and role-playing make him good at comforting people, but now he is in front of Vicky who is already familiar with him, so he doesn't want to apply those so-called knowledge.

Her hair was soft and shaggy, disheveled under his hands.

He knew what this gesture meant, and his student lowered her head without hesitation.She really respects and really trusts.

And what kind of feeling is it for Sherlock?

He looked at his hands in her hair.

Compared to Sherlock who touched his head without forgetting to think, Weiwei was completely dazed by his rubbing.

So the professor asked her to stand in front of him and squat down with a serious face just to let her offer her head for him to rub?

Can you still study happily? ? ? ?

But at this moment, she subtly received some comfort, as if he followed his fingers numbly to the top of her head and to the back of her brain, conveying a wonderful feeling.

Her half-squatting movements were obedient and obedient, and his movements were also rarely gentle.

A quiet room.

Sherlock finally withdrew his hand, crossed his fingers, and leaned back.

"Go and learn from you," he paused inexplicably, "my student, how could you need to worry about this."

Weiwei shook when she stood up, she was a little shy and as if to cover up, she smoothed her messy hair with her hands, and when she touched the knotted place, her face wrinkled due to the pain due to excessive strength Wrinkled, seeing the professor's seemingly smiling face, he put down his hands in embarrassment.

"Then I will continue to look at the specimens." She spoke quickly, as if to cover up something, "Because you interrupted, can I apply for a delay in the teaching progress? I mean another hour and a half to go Look again..."

"Today's work is over today." The corner of Sherlock's mouth rose a little, "It can be postponed, but today's task has to be completed today, and you can figure it out."

Weiwei obediently touched his heel: "Obey!"