[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei put away all the cosmetics and planned to practice again the next day.There were too many things on her mind at night, and she didn't fall asleep much.She also felt that this kind of content seemed not to be said to Gaston Marco, so she thought about it slowly in her heart.The more I think about it, the more I can't sleep.

Since she couldn't sleep, she simply woke up early in the morning, and looked at the time, it was only a little past seven, and she looked a little haggard in the mirror.The dark circles under the eyes that haven't slept all night are showing off.

Look at your prospects.

Weiwei slightly disliked herself in the mirror.

She rubbed her eyes and opened the door...

Hey, so early in the morning, didn't Sherlock lock the door at all last night?Weiwei frowned, and found that the professor's bed was clean and tidy.

Didn't sleep all night.

oh my.

She rubbed the smudged eyes, made sure that although her face was oily and had dark circles under her eyes, she was not too rude, then she pushed open the door and walked a few steps to the door of the laboratory.

"Be quiet, Weiwei, I almost thought it was a mammoth recovery from the Ice Age that came to my..."

laboratory.

"Then I think you should know that you need to rest now." Weiwei's anger began to read.

"...when you come across exciting enough scientific research..." Sherlock's eyes pulled away from the microscope's eyepiece and glanced at his graduates. "Are you angry? I don't think you need to Angry about my schedule."

"Although I'm not your student now, sir, although I'm just an assistant," Vivipi said with a smile, "but I think I have the right to care about the health of my superiors. I hope you don't pass out after a night of sleepless nights." The scene of the discovery was draped by Inspector Lestrade in a ridiculous blanket for the frightened."

She is angry.

She finally figured it out a little bit... She couldn't stand his behavior of tossing herself sometimes.

"I advise you to go to bed, sir."

"Before you graduated, I remember that I didn't teach you how to manage me."

"You can learn by yourself, sir." Weiwei pursed her lips, "I said, it's time for you to go to bed."

Sherlock was silent for half a second.

"Okay," he raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders vigorously, and then put it down again, "Although I know you may not understand ancient Egyptian, if you ask me to go to sleep, please take the handwriting under the microscope. You know Yes, it's for me..."

"Sir, it's time to go to sleep."

Vivi interrupted Sherlock.

Inexplicably, I feel a little cool_(:3ゝ∠)_

"You used to be very obedient and knew that I would shut up if I was impatient." Sherlock leaned against the table slightly, and moved the handwriting and the chair back a little.

"I wasn't your assistant at that time." Vivi knew she had won, she walked to Sherlock, watched Sherlock get up and then quickly sat down, "You should go to sleep, I will do the rest."

Sherlock stood, looking at her with a look on his face like he had eaten something.

"Don't you feel that you are now compared to yesterday..."

"k!"

She stared at him with wide eyes.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, meeting her gaze.

After a while, he snorted a little and turned around without hesitation.

"Do it carefully."

After confirming that Sherlock had left the laboratory, Weiwei realized it.

Ah, I don't seem to have brushed my teeth...

I hope Professor...ah no, I hope Sherlock is not too disgusted.

She closed her eyes in pain and buried her face in the crook of her arms.

The door opened suddenly.

Vivi sat up abruptly and stared at Sherlock who suddenly poked his head out.

"Don't forget to wash your face and brush your teeth, Miss Assistant."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I feel distressed only when I am blind!

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It was said to catch up on sleep, but Sherlock didn't sleep for too long, after all, if he slept for too long, it would obviously affect his sleep at night.

After waking up refreshed, he found a little assistant who had not prepared his lunch and was not tired from eating lunch himself.

Her lying posture today is a bit strange, as if deliberately avoiding pressing her face.Sherlock almost guessed at a glance that someone followed his words and awakened the so-called female instinct to put on makeup.

Stupid, what kind of makeup do you wear at home?

As soon as the sound of his footsteps approached, Weiwei bounced like a switch, and still remembered to stroke his messy hair.

"In fact, I don't understand the meaning of your redundant behavior." Sherlock held the manuscript paper that Weiwei had recorded in one hand, and raised his hand to imitate Weiwei's movements and stroked his curly hair, "like this I thought you should know clearly—you're at home, Vicky, and I don't know how many times I've seen you with your messy hair lazily combed."

"As for you..."

Weiwei was caught off guard?

Weiwei watched Sherlock's finger approaching her almost in a daze, and wiped it on her lips? ? ? ? ? ?

what happened? ? ? ? ?

Weiwei's mind is full of capitalized and bold question marks and exclamation marks.

Compared with his specimens, such lips are indeed softer and more realistic.

Sherlock looked at the tender pink lip gloss on his hand, then spread his hand and showed it to Weiwei.

"As for the lip gloss you don't know why... If you go to the scene of the crime, you will probably be approached by new police officers, such as Vincent from a long time ago," Sherlock shrugged and raised his eyebrows, " Or maybe that's all you need? Oh my god, you're doing this kind of extra stuff at home."

Weiwei stared dazedly at the lipstick on Sherlock's hand and wiped from her lips.

"Come back to your senses, Vicky," Sherlock shook his hand in front of her eyes, "I said, you shouldn't awaken your female instinct so thoroughly that your head can bleed, but your makeup can't be worn? I'm beginning to regret teaching You, just learned so many things on the second day."

Weiwei managed to regain his senses.

Then witty found the topic.

"No, that's not the case, professor... erm."

She swallowed dryly.

The pink color of the lower lip has been wiped off, revealing a natural light lip color, and because of the action of her pursing her lips, a little lipstick on the upper lip was stained.

The makeup that has been destroyed is unexpected...

"Oh, what's that?" He raised his eyebrows and leaned against the lab table, as if I was waiting for your explanation.

"I want to say, Sherlock, when you got up, did you brush your teeth and wash your face..."

Sherlock's expression can probably be summed up as me and my proud and stubborn clenched hands that will never let go (??)

His face was frozen all of a sudden, and his beautiful gray eyes looked into hers.

Weiwei was almost out of breath, but there was still a little smile on his lips.

"Very good." He threw down such a sentence with no clear meaning, turned around and walked out of the laboratory.

Weiwei sat on the seat for a while, and suddenly started laughing wildly, out of breath.

After laughing for almost a minute, she walked out of the laboratory and went back to her room to find a makeup mirror to remove makeup.When the makeup remover cotton stained with eye and lip makeup remover was wiped on her lips, she thought of the touch of his fingers again.

There is a little rough feeling brought by thin calluses, but unexpectedly... soft.

The details that I didn't pay attention to when I didn't want to understand it also got into my mind.He just said that he was doing strange things at home.

That strange feeling filled my heart again.

Well, if you regard this as your home, you should really go out and put on makeup.

When Vivi washed her face after removing her makeup and went to the living room supple and tender, she found that Sherlock had maintained his habit of being quite old and started reading newspapers.

"I'm a little bored." Sherlock said suddenly.

Vivi: ...

"Is there no case with Lestrade?"

He rolled her eyes and didn't want to say a word.

Well, K without a case is like a bunny without carrots, quietly making people feel distressed (?).

Weiwei wanted to say something, but didn't say it yet.

"Do you know how to keep bees?"

His tone was flat.

"Forget it, I guess you don't know, because I haven't taught it... Oh damn, shouldn't graduates learn something else that the teacher hasn't taught?"

Weiwei, who didn't know what this guy was doing, subconsciously wanted to show the attitude of a student, but she suppressed it.

Different identities, different attitudes.

"Yes, for example, I should learn more Italian. Oh, no, that's what you taught when you were a professor." Weiwei squinted her eyes and smiled, "Then maybe I should learn more about humanities, after all this Not within the knowledge of my former professors."

Sherlock: ...

"I thought assistants and students should be equally obedient," Sherlock snorted heavily and sat down on the sofa with the newspaper, "I used to raise a box of bees, but old Parker said I kept I lost my goldfish, and I can't give equal love to bees..."

His voice suddenly became the voice of an old man, ten to ten similar to that of old Parker.

"Equal love?" Sherlock's sarcasm was almost materialized, "I only know that the goldfish I raise are not as obedient as bees."

Vivi: ...

No one told her that after changing her identity, the way of getting along would change from obedience to mutual hatred. In fact, she is better at listening to the professor _(:3ゝ∠)_ but it doesn't matter.

Although she just remembered that except for the first time Weiwei saw the beehive in the laboratory, it did seem to disappear afterwards.

"As a student you taught," Weiwei smiled warmly, "I think at least I will be more interesting than bees."

Sherlock gave her a look of disbelief.

Maybe it's not life without love, but Weiwei can almost take this photo as an emoticon package with the words "life without love" on it.

He was real this time, he snorted heavily, and turned his whole body to the inside of the sofa.

shit.

shit.

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

The standing Vivi's blood bar was almost empty.

As far as she reads the original Sherlock Holmes from Watson's perspective, no one told her that Mr. Holmes is hot—is it cute?