[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

What broke the silence of the room was a knock on the door outside.

"It's old Parker, you go and open the door," Sherlock's voice came from the side of the sofa, "put away his things, it's the next teaching material... I guess you think it's cosmetics but it's not, anyway you Just open the door now."

The person outside the door was obviously very patient. After he knocked on the door, there was no movement, so he must have been waiting.

Weiwei did consider the possibility of Sherlock teaching her makeup for another day, but after thinking about it, the equipment is complete and there is no need to send it again.With this suspicion she opened the door.

"Mr. Parker, I'm really sorry for your trouble." Vivi opened the door and quickly took Parker's things in. The moment Weiwei held the heavy wooden box, her hands almost trembled. I didn't expect it to be so heavy. , "It's really... troublesome."

Old Parker showed a loving smile: "I won't go in, Miss Victoria. In fact, this is something Sherlock practiced when he was a child. The barbed wire on it will inevitably be a little short. I'm afraid you have to trouble yourself to adjust it."

Weiwei hugged the box and secretly exerted strength.

"Okay, Mr. Parker, thank you." Weiwei smiled politely. She respected the little old man. She said that although Mr. Parker was just a housekeeper, he always felt that he had a special temperament, maybe Because the housekeeper of the Holmes family is not an ordinary person.

Old Parker smiled slightly: "Then I'll go first, Miss Victoria, I wish you a happy study."

"Goodbye." Weiwei smiled, watched the door slowly close, then turned and went to the laboratory, and put the box on the laboratory table.

Sherlock came in at the same time that Weiwei put the things down.

"Open it." He said lightly.

"There's a lock on it..."

"Of course I knew there was a lock on it, I told you to open it." His tone was a little exaggerated, "Oh my god Viky, I thought you should be used to it."

Yes, I'm used to it.

Weiwei pulled out a small black clip from the back of her hair.

Sherlock admired blankly: "Oh~ good habit."

In fact, Sherlock didn't deliberately make things difficult for her. He had removed the lock outside, so it wasn't too difficult to break it by force.

Vivi took 2 minutes and 27 seconds.

During this time, Sherlock didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes to watch her movements.Her hands were small, he had noticed a long time ago, her hands and feet didn't match her height.

Sometimes I feel that she is not suitable to do these things, but she does it again.

Sherlock refuted himself the moment he realized his thoughts.

"2 minutes and 27 seconds, not too bad," Sherlock tickled half of his lips, "Open it."

Weiwei opened the wooden box, only to find that there were several barbed wires inside, all of which were locked with locks.

"Professor?" Weiwei looked at Sherlock in a daze.

"Your task today." Sherlock reached out and put several barbed wire fences together, placed them on the table, and then took out the small box at the bottom. The whole box was full of small black clips and some keys. He took another bag of flour and rice from the kitchen and put it on the table.

"Fix everything here today before going to sleep... Oh, don't look at me like this viky," Sherlock reached for a black clip, "I will teach you a few basic methods, but only the basic ones, the rest Yes, do it yourself, you should get used to it."

"Is the look in your eyes called shock?" Sherlock's hand paused, and he squinted at her, "Let me think about what is going on in your cute little head. Is it disrespectful?"

"No..." Weiwei pursed her lips, "I don't really feel like I'm going to graduate until now."

Sherlock didn't speak, his hand was rubbing the old brass lock, and there was no expression on his face.

Weiwei knew she was right.

"So the reason," Weiwei suppressed her heart, she couldn't say what kind of strange emotion, "I thought that the graduation you mentioned was just to refute Mr. Mycroft or something, anyway, I can continue to learn from you What. But why?"

Her eyes were a little sour, looking at her professor.

"You don't like my contact with outsiders, I know," Weiwei pursed her lips, her throat was a little dry, and her hands under the table were a little sweaty, "I don't know why, but I think I have always been Very obedient, Professor ... k."

She had already found out.

It's just that she never thinks about the reason carefully, maybe it's just pure desire for control.Although occasionally Vivi would act as Sherlock's, uh, spokesperson to some people at Scotland Yard, but most of the time, he didn't like her doing it alone, including meeting Mycroft.

"I am also studying what you teach seriously. You said that my knowledge cannot support deductive reasoning, so I am obedient and don't get involved." Weiwei smiled and looked away, "I mean, no matter what ,At least……"

"Enough Viky," Sherlock didn't look directly at Vivi, but landed on his finger touching the brass lock, "Stop the loss in time."

Vivi was stunned.

"No matter how much effort you put in, stop in time when you realize that you will not accept the expected return," he looked at her, "I have already deviated from this route when I agreed to you to be my student. "

"It's just walking back now." Sherlock's tone slowed down and then sped up suddenly, "I thought you should understand that I don't need any assistants."

"You need," Weiwei pursed her lips, and whispered, "at least you can tell your assistant when you are thinking, instead of being ridiculed by Lestrade as a madman with Mr. Skeleton..."

"Viky, you haven't realized yet," Sherlock said, leaving the lock and placing his hand on her head, just as he had touched her head before.His graduate's hair was soft and clean, giving him no tactile resemblance to taxidermy hair.

He regards the movement of touching his head as a switch.

It was literally like a switch, and when he touched it, her voice stopped.So he spoke: "All your knowledge now comes from me, and I need something new."

Weiwei felt the warm palms on her head, she subconsciously lowered her head obediently.

After a while, the palm was withdrawn, and her lost language function was restored.

"So, stop the loss in time?" Weiwei asked hoarsely.

"Stop the loss in time, maybe it's a lesson I forgot to teach you before, but there's still time after graduation," his tone became lighter, "Hey, it's time for you to study hard. Graduate girl."

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Vivi did unlock the lock all afternoon.

Sherlock went out after basically teaching her, leaving Vivi alone to worry about the locks.She remembered that old Mr. Parker said that this was something Sherlock used when he was a child, and when she opened the lock, she was also thinking about what Sherlock should have looked like when she was a child.

It's almost impossible to imagine.

She was a little irritable, and she knew that a mixture of impatience and numbness was stirring in her mind.She finally figured out some tricks, and the action of picking the lock became faster, and her fingers were a little stiff because of the same posture all the time, not to mention the imprint of the small black clip that was worn out.

She didn't eat dinner.

In the days when she and Sherlock lived together, she would already be able to cook some basic Chinese dinners, and sometimes she could barely get a compliment from Sherlock.But she doesn't want to do it now.

She was thinking how long it took little Sherlock Holmes to unlock this lock, what would he be thinking?Judging from Sherlock's current personality, even when he was a child, he must have done it out of curiosity or something.

It's not like she is now, aggressive, impatient, eager to prove herself.

Her hands were dry and stiff.

My eyes hurt a little too.

The last lock is locked.

She licked her lips and pushed the black clip in.

unwrap.

She took a long breath, and felt her whole body go numb even if she moved a little.She rested like this on the table for a while, and then heard a knock on the door.

Is it Sherlock?Weiwei frowned and rubbed his sore shoulder.

"coming!"

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Sherlock has always mastered the small skill of picking locks very well, but in fact, the mastery of this skill at the beginning is not a good memory.

It was about Mycroft after all.

Ever since he was a child, Mycroft always described these as small conflicts between brothers—oh, Sherlock frowned tightly, but it was just a childish trick of that fat man who couldn't restrain himself.

What made him even more disgusted with this memory was that such a high-quality trick had been tried repeatedly by Mycroft.

Competitive, impatient, aggressive.

Sherlock Holmes.

Walking the streets of London, he took a deep breath.

Bad air, like the crime atmosphere brewing in this city at any time.On the side of the road, he randomly found a bench and sat down.

It was one of his rare pastimes.

Sometimes, sometimes he just sits on the street outside, especially on the side of the street near some homeless colony, and he can see all kinds of people.In the words he taught Viky, it's not called watching, it's called observing, which is what he always does anyway.

He didn't want to go back, firstly, he didn't want to touch the rows of locks that reminded him of his memories, and secondly, his mother was probably going to visit him on Queen Street.

Ah, how boring.

He kind of misses the time when he took Viky out for a walk—because Viky could run into a case even if he took a casual walk.

Sherlock doesn't mind getting along with his parents. In front of them, he is very... filial and well-behaved.

Even cigarettes are rarely smoked in front of mother.

It's just that he knows that this time y will definitely ask him what happened a while ago when he comes here, and he really doesn't want to explain it. Maybe it's because Mycroft exposed this matter.Sherlock frowned a little irritably, smoking, he hadn't smoked in a while, and his students were particularly sensitive to the smell of smoke.

He simply stood up and wanted to find a convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Anyway, whatever y wants to ask, viky should be able to handle it.

He had no choice but to think.

According to y's habit, he probably has to watch a movie tomorrow.Is there any movie coming recently, after all, it is not a boring movie like he loves her and she loves him, or the kind of popcorn movie where you can find countless loopholes just by looking at the screenshots. Sherlock took his usual cigarette from the shelf. smoke.

It is only at this time that I feel that it is particularly useful to have an "assistant".