[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

There is no doubt that Vivi has considered 23 Queen Street her home.In this environment, she can think more freely.

23 Queen Street, a small room in Sherlock's Memory Palace.

Weiwei remembered that one time before, after she finished washing, she found Sherlock standing in front of the window with the curtains closed, eyes closed, and made a gesture of pushing the door, then turned around suddenly, raised his hand again, like He pulled something out, pushed it back, then moved his hand to the right, and did the same thing again.

Weiwei was too scared to speak.

After Sherlock pushed back the last book, he opened his eyes to look at Weiwei.

"I was just reading the yearbook."

Weiwei was dumbfounded.

"Ah, is that so, I thought Professor you were performing without props..." Weiwei smiled dryly.

"That's the memory palace," Sherlock snorted softly, pulled open the curtains suddenly, and the sun poured down unreservedly, this is a rare sunny day, "You have to study after a while. "

"I just installed this room into my palace, and the last book I pulled out was the almanac on the top row of bookshelves, on the far right."

Weiwei glanced back at the bookshelf subconsciously—it was really a yearbook.

If it weren't for knowing that the person in front of him was Sherlock Holmes, and he really had the ability to do such a thing, Weiwei would definitely give full marks to this pretender.

But at this time she was facing Sherlock Holmes.

So Weiwei showed a dog-legged smile: "Then I will wait for you to teach me."

And now Weiwei still hasn't been able to build her own memory palace... She can't do anything to connect a few piles, Sherlock is impatient after teaching it a few times_(:3ゝ∠) _

Weiwei is actually very wronged.

The result of not being able to build a memory palace is that she still can't remember as well as the professor - she can still remember after spending time on memorizing and reviewing, but the memory of many small details is not clear.

Now that she returned to this small living room, what she was thinking about was...

I don't know if the professor's memory palace can put something alive, and if she can, I don't know if she is in it.

When she fell onto the sofa, she almost wanted to put her feet on the sofa.

As a result, just in time to hear the sound of the door opening, the leg that was about to be put on it was lowered down again and stabbed into the slippers.Put your hands on your knees, a typical teacher and student play (cross out) the appearance of an obedient student.

"Professor, you are back, welcome back~"

Ah, where did the professor change his clothes? I don’t know why the professor is always obsessed with dressing up.Weiwei felt that she was awesome and had seen through the professor's new disguise again.

In fact, it is not to see through, but to be exposed by the professor himself/I am fearless.jpg

"I thought you would still call me grandpa." Sherlock frowned and loosened the first button, raised his eyebrows and showed a kindly smirk, "The little girl is very happy."

"Because I got a new disguise to teach you." Weiwei smiled like a beckoning cat.

"But you didn't see through." Sherlock's subwoofer reappeared (Weiwei hadn't heard it like this for more than a week), "It turns out that you saw through my identity for the first time was just a coincidence."

"If you're talking about the identity of the old man..."

Vivi stared at Sherlock's face as he spoke.

"Wait, you really are Mr. Dante, aren't you just a grandfather, you must be Mr. Dante!"

The soundtrack at this time should be the one that opened the door of the dead primary school student with a creak.

"It's rude to let go of your stupid finger pointing at me, Vicky," Sherlock said, walking straight to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, "That's how you treat your old professor."

old professor?

Vivi just laughed out loud.

"Professor, you are changing the subject... oh, tell me, right?" Weiwei happily jumped up and ran to Sherlock, "I'll make you coffee~"

From the corner of her eye, Sherlock looked at her busy little head turning around, fetching coffee beans and whatnot, and felt more and more like a red beard.

Vivi turned around and saw Sherlock's doting eyes.

The whole person was terrified into a black and white effect of shadows.

"Professor, what kind of weird character design did you bring back? It's Dante's kind of fatherly love..." Weiwei silenced the professor's serious gaze, "Okay, I'll shut up."

She served the coffee to the professor, the kind held in both hands.

She suddenly thought of a possibility.

The professor looked down at her and took it.

In fact, he just took a sip of water and didn't really feel like drinking coffee.But after thinking about his life as a nanny (??) these days, and thinking that he hadn’t had the coffee produced by his students for a few days, he picked it up and took a sip.

"So, Mr. Dante a few days ago, is that you?" She raised her head, her eyes were slightly curved because of a little smile, and her green eyes were like gems.

He actually used gemstones to describe the eyes of a dugong.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Not the last day."

He gave an answer.

Why did he give the answer...

Then he turned around.

"I'll go back to my room to sleep, if you don't go in now, then I want to sleep on the sofa by myself..."

While saying this, he thought in his heart that if Weiwei dared to mention in front of anyone... even once... what he did in Mr. Dante's vest, he would definitely put her back in the goldfish bowl.

Weiwei has already returned to her room like the wind.

Sherlock looked at the coffee in his hand.

He was going to sleep.

So why drink coffee.

Oh, by the way, he didn't accuse Victoria Mayer of his duplicity - he's usually a good boy, but he's going to fly in his mouth when he's not around?What do you mean?

Sherlock took another sip of his coffee when he saw that someone had fled back into the room leaving only one door closed.

Forget it, he didn't want to mention that stupid ripped vest.

In contrast, Weiwei was thinking ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh's a professor, what have I done!What did you do!My God I actually!nature!How long will it take to act obedient if you are so thoroughly exposed before you can clear this black history from Sherlock's precious brain!

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Weiwei was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone.

The curtains were drawn, it was already late at night, Weiwei nestled under the quilt, feeling very at ease.

She realized that her actions just now were a little too lively, as if she had suddenly returned to the mentality of a little girl in her previous life.Weiwei didn't realize that the reason why the corner of her mouth couldn't hold back her smile was because——a professor can be so gentle.

Even though it is against someone else's personality.

Seriously, it must be weird if Mr. Dante's gentleness is really applied to Sherlock.After thinking about it for a while, Weiwei understood that Sherlock didn't want to put Dante's eyes on his girlfriend into his attire, so he made a switch.

But even so... She couldn't help but think too much.

She seemed to have finally realized the wonderful feeling the professor brought her.Sometimes his words can make people jump, but as long as he is by his side, I always feel very at ease.Perhaps in her eyes, Sherlock is really omnipotent.

But she had other emotions in her heart.

No, he also loses control sometimes. He has seen his distorted and unbearable expression because of a little co/ca/alkali. He knows that when he can't hold on, he will curl up on the sofa like a child. Of course, he also knows that he occasionally Childish mischief--on Lestrade or Mycroft.

The image of Mr. Sherlock Holmes is so vivid at this moment.

She should have just... admired him.

But it seems that the taste has changed.

Somehow upset, Weiwei stared at the phone lock screen in a daze.

She wanted to talk to someone, but didn't know who to talk to.Maybe talk to Gaston.But……

The content she had entered was empty, and she really didn't have the courage to ask someone to ask my professor what to do if I want to go to him when he wants to teach me.She cut out the text message interface with the professor.

In such a late night, Weiwei can't help recalling the past, and the painful lovesickness can't be forgotten (Sing Out Series)

Then she remembered the first case she encountered.

And then that, Italian-flavored English bangs in my ears.

and many more.

Vivi's fingers stopped.

and many more.

something wrong.

damn it.

Italian?

Little Sherlock Holmes knocked Lyra out and pretended to be him? ? ?

Weiwei's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

my mother.no? ? ?

【Seriously, Professor, the Italian guy I met for the first time was also you, right?I mean Mr. Leila. 】

Sherlock didn't reply.

Weiwei's mouth twitched.

No reply is tantamount to acknowledgment.Otherwise Sherlock would have bent down and knocked her on the head and called her stupid.

So, how much does Sherlock like role-playing? ? ? ?

Who can tell her how many Sherlock Holmes she has seen? ? ?

A picture appeared in his mind... Sherlock's face was under the masks of everyone around him.

It was a nightmare.

Weiwei managed to fall asleep under this mess of thoughts, with strange dreams overlapping in her mind.

Sherlock Holmes all over the world sputtered trash at her.

very scary.

She couldn't remember how long she had slept, and she didn't seem to be asleep at all.

The door opened from the outside.

"I guess you are in a deep dream now, and you should thank me for waking you up—there is a case."

His voice pierced through her treacherous dream, Weiwei opened his eyes, and he stood at the door against the light.After she saw it clearly, only the back of her left was left.

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London in summer is full of restlessness.

Research proves that the crime rate is higher in summer, although Weiwei can't remember how much higher...

"If you are recalling the crime rate in London, I can tell you that it is unnecessary," Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, "If you follow the statistical method I told you, summer is 27% higher than winter, now that you know this Once the data is gone, go back and write an analysis paper.”

Vivi: ...

"Oh."

So in addition to having eyes in the back of his head, does he also have an eye in his ear?

Weiwei's expression was a little depressed, she turned away from looking out the window.

Forget it, as long as the professor doesn't criticize her for pointing her sock at his cup quq

She decided to be a little quail honestly for a while.

Weiwei didn't notice that the corners of Sherlock's lips twitched slightly, and then quickly flattened.

Two childish ghosts.

After hanging around with Sherlock for a long time, Weiwei has long been used to not paying for taxis. Anyway, the driver perfunctorily changes his skin color and clothes every time, and adds and subtracts his waistline. The superficial behavior of pretending that he is not the same person has long been seen through. up.Weiwei got out of the car after the professor, and then began to observe the environment.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, and Weiwei just woke up at this time, and she had a dream all night, so it was inevitable that she was not clear-headed at this moment. She obediently followed behind the professor, trying her best to observe the surrounding environment.

Not far away should be the scene of the crime. It is a suburban park, which is about 10-[-] minutes' drive from Queen Street.If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Driver is not an ordinary Mr. Driver, he probably wouldn't want to bring guests here.

Sherlock called to stop about a kilometer before the destination, and he could take advantage of this section of the road to observe the environment carefully, although the elephants in Scotland Yard may have already trampled wildly.

The air in the morning had a special sense of humidity, and Weiwei wanted to use the professor's deductive method to solve the problem, but she couldn't see anything, so she gave up on herself a bit.

Ah... Forget it, don't think about something right now, to avoid preconceived ideas.

When I walked to the gate of the park, I saw Lestrade.

"You're slow enough, K," Lestrade greeted Sherlock verbally, but it was actually Vivi. Yes, he was too lazy to give Sherlock a look because of the habit. Only Weiwei would respond, "Hey Victoria, it doesn't feel good to be dragged up by K early in the morning."

"I'm fine," Weiwei smiled shyly, "Actually, you're the one who worked hard..."

"Shut up Vicky and go to the scene."

Interrupting Weiwei's greetings, Sherlock walked straight ahead.

Weiwei and Lestrade, who were behind, exchanged glances silently, shrugged, and followed behind.

However, how could Weiwei be so calm in his heart!

She almost wanted to shake Lestrade!Maybe you can shake out the rhythm of Little Apple!Then tell him aloud:

did you see!did you see!In front is my dad! ! !dear father!