[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Sherlock woke up at night, 37:[-]:[-].

The ward was dark, the curtains were drawn, and with his night vision, there was only an outline of the ward.

It took him a moment to wake up and judge his situation, then he opened his eyes and saw Vicky sleeping on his stomach next to him.

This time it's off.

He actually couldn't remember what happened, but he knew clearly that he was playing off.

Now he doesn't even have the mind to think about what to do next.He tilted his head, looked at his student, pulled a chair out of nowhere, and fell asleep beside him with his back arched.

Mycroft actually let him go.

He'd thought he'd be wrestling with Mycroft's chubby face as soon as he woke up.

He could vaguely see the outline of Vicky, and for some reason, he raised his hand and pressed her head.

Suddenly remembered that when he was six years old, he woke up with a fever, and the red beard was sticking out his tongue and looking at him.

Weiwei didn't sleep deeply, but suddenly a familiar and unfamiliar temperature covered her head, and she woke up instantly.

"Professor, are you awake?" Weiwei opened his eyes, just in time to see the professor's retracted hand, "Are you thirsty now? I'll pour you some water."

Her own voice was hoarse, the heater in the room made her dizzy, and she almost didn't fall when she stood up hastily.

"Calmdown, Vicky," Sherlock said, his voice was hoarse than usual, "If you look like this, I will suspect that it is you who are lying on the hospital bed."

Not much aggressive.

Weiwei didn't bother to answer.

It was as if the heart that had been carrying her was suddenly let go, and her eyes were a little sore when Professor Jin's hand rubbed her head just now.

Mycroft explained it to her.

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"So the professor's... addiction is bigger than I thought?"

She tilted her head and sniffed.

"Sorry I lost my temper."

"I should thank you for treating my younger brother as a good teacher." Mycroft smiled, he already knew the whole story from the doctor, and his heart was almost relieved, "I have diluted his previous injections. "

"Sherlock himself doesn't know," Mycroft said slowly, "except for the first time he got it himself, and the next few times it actually passed my hands."

Vivi knew everything right away.

"You mean he miscalculated his addiction?"

Mycroft nodded softly: "This time when he went to the East District, he got some purer powder from some...'old buddies' of his. He knows that the damage caused by smoking is not as great as injection, So play off."

"Sorry... I didn't know he was from the East End..."

Mycroft's voice was rare and gentle: "You've done a good job, Vicky."

"You are not obliged to do this, but you have already done it. The frequency of Sherlock's injections has been reduced a lot in the days when I was teaching you. I should thank you."

"As for this time, Sherly even hid it from me. If he wants to hide it, it's normal for you not to know."

"Then what about after that?" Weiwei's voice was still a little nasal, "What should I do after that?"

"And I've always wanted to ask you...why didn't you forcefully quit from the beginning?"

"Vicky," the British government explained in a rare and gentle way, "I can't forcefully quit from the beginning, you know, he won't listen to me."

"I don't want him to go into a deeper predicament because he just wants to resist me. You have to know that besides physical damage, drugs are more psychological."

"He used to be too smooth, this is just a small somersault."

he said in a low voice.

Both of them were silent.

Weiwei was a little confused about the relationship between the two brothers. Knowing that the professor was fine at the moment, his fluctuating mood calmed down, and he began to have time to think.

"I really respect him as an elder." Weiwei whispered, "No matter how I controlled him before, what should I do now? What will I do in the future? Can I help?"

"Good girl," he stared at Weiwei's lowered head, "you know what to do."

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"Fatty... I mean, Mycroft has been here?" he asked in a low voice, "Don't turn on the light, it's getting late, go to sleep."

Vivi turned on the phone and pressed the switch of the kettle to heat it up, then raised the bed, helped Sherlock to rest the pillow, and half took care of Sherlock to make him sit up, then went to the kettle to turn off the switch, The poured water was somewhat lukewarm, and Weiwei held the water glass and stuffed it into Sherlock's hand.

Although it was very dark and he couldn't see clearly, Sherlock still knew that his student was looking at him with piercing eyes.

He suddenly remembered that when he agreed with her to live in Queen Street, he thought he would have an extra per. In fact, it seemed that he took care of the students more as a teacher. He didn't know when he made himself so approachable and considerate. It's really...not k at all.

At this moment Vicky didn't say a word, Sherlock was not used to it.

After drinking the water, he handed the cup to Vivi, and after watching Vivi put it away, he whispered: "Put it down, get ready for sleep."

Weiwei put down the bed obediently, and continued lying on the side.

Uncomfortable, how uncomfortable.

Sherlock couldn't hold back, and reached out to press Weiwei's head again.

"say."

Vivi's voice was muffled.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"You haven't answered the question I asked you." He quickly blocked Weiwei's words.

"came."

So Weiwei replied bluntly and stopped talking again.

"I'm awake now, I can be alone, you go to the next room." Sherlock's tone was the same as usual, as if he had never fainted like this.

"There are people in the next ward." Weiwei didn't move.

"You're lying." Sherlock didn't even open his eyes. "Mycroft can't have only one ward. He has at least one floor empty."

"Yeah, I lied, I'm not going." Her voice sounded like she was sulking.

She was really frightened, whether it was the facial impression of Sherlock Holmes in the book before, or the co-existence during this period of time, she always felt that Sherlock Holmes should be omnipotent.

But at this moment, she realized more clearly than Sherlock Holmes that in the real world, no one is just a mortal.The professor she admired was, in some respects, just an ordinary person.

Sherlock's thinking speed seemed to be half a second slower than usual.

"I think you should know what bad consequences you will have if you sleep on your stomach all night."

Poor breathing, insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, compression of organs, adverse blood circulation, numbness of hands and feet...

"It's not as harmful as smoking/drugs like yours." Weiwei's tone was a little stinging, she was really frightened, "Professor."

Her voice was a little trembling, with a midnight hoarseness.

Sherlock subconsciously wanted to say sorry, but he swallowed it again.

What about him is worth apologizing to her.

"Can you quit?" Weiwei leaned on her hand with her face sideways, looking at the silhouette of the professor in the dark night.

It was too late, there was no light, and Weiwei was not sure if the outline he saw was his imagination.

During the long silence, Weiwei almost thought that the professor had fallen asleep, his breathing was so calm that it was not disturbed when Weiwei was speaking.

She didn't know where the small thoughts came from, and she turned her head and buried it in her arms, her breathing became weak again, and she trembled slightly.

After a long time, Weiwei really fell asleep.

Sherlock opened his eyes and glanced at his student.

It was past REM sleep, and she was in a deep sleep.

He straightened up and sat quietly for a while.

He won't touch that thing again - he knows, he's going to lose control.

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When Weiwei woke up, she found that she was on the hospital bed, and sat up suddenly after being in a daze for half a second.

The cup on the bed cabinet on the left was left when she fed water to the professor yesterday, so she is on the bed, where is the professor?

It was still cold when I first got up, so Weiwei hurriedly jumped to the hook of the coat to take it off and put it on, and took out the phone from the pocket of the coat.

[Enough sleep and go back to Queen Street, you have to finish yesterday's class today.

sh.】

[Although it's a little presumptuous, I hope that if Sherly behaves abnormally, please let me know.

mh.】

Weiwei rubbed her temples with some headaches, she felt that she had become an adult overnight.

She believed that the professor could quit, no matter from what point of view, Weiwei believed it.But in the meantime, she will try her best to make some efforts.

By the time she got back to Queen Street, Sherlock was ready to go.

Just as Weiwei was about to open the door, the door was already opened, revealing the professor's face.

"Hey Vicky you are so slow." He looked down at her. "Come on, let's solve a trivial case of housebreaking."

"Humans are not rabbits, they love to eat grass beside their nests."

This time, it was exposed like this.