[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Vivi had a dream all night, and the dream was full of a child wearing the head of Sherlock Holmes, and Mycroft in the same form fighting.

Feeling bewildered, Weiwei woke up early in the morning, and she felt a little broken when she thought of the scene in her dream.

She would actually have such a strange dream. It was because Mrs. Holmes said a few things about their childhood yesterday that she couldn't help but think too much—but she couldn't imagine what Holmes would be like when she was a child, so There is an absurd dream.

She was lying on the bed, conscious, with her eyes closed.

This is already her habit, and she just thinks about something in a comfortable posture, such as her emotions.Sometimes it's night, sometimes it's day, whatever.Weiwei sometimes wonders if it's because people at night are always biased towards sensibility that she has an irrational illusion, but she has no way to reject that illusion, even though it may not be so attractive.

In short, she did not reject the possibility that she seemed to have undue feelings for her former professor.

And this is not allowed.Because that's Sherlock Holmes.

Vivi's eyes were tightly closed.

But she...

She held her breath.

Whether it is Sherlock Holmes in the original book or the one in front of her, one should not be disturbed by strange emotions.But she had such feelings.

So, even if you can't...

At least, if she is special.

Why do you think so much, Ye Weiwei, Weiwei whispered to himself in his heart, you are already special, you are his only student, aren't you?

And the only graduate.

Weiwei was half-asleep and half-awake on the bed, until she woke up for the last time and could no longer fall back asleep. She sat up abruptly and picked up her mobile phone to watch. It happened to be 08:30.It was time for Sherlock to get up at this point, so Weiwei simply lifted the quilt.

She had already ordered a new one online the day Sherlock said her nightgown didn't fit.Sherlock actually doesn't quite understand why Vivi likes online shopping, but Vivi doesn't bother to talk to him, because Sherlock doesn't do much shopping at all - most of the time what he needs is met by his brother, and the rest is all Weiwei. Videlau.

He also put his card on Weiwei, reasoning that his magnifying glass would not fit in his wallet after putting the card.

So who would take the card out and put a magnifying glass in it?

Weiwei sat on the bed for a while and regained consciousness before getting up.

Speaking of which, my wife said yesterday that I would meet today. According to the Holmes family's saying that almost everything will be realized in various forms, I don't know what form the meeting will take today.Or is it really just a simple greeting?Weiwei was thinking about messy things, but when she opened the door, she found...

She silently closed the door.

groove.

Sherlock sleeps so well.

groove.

No one had ever told her Sherlock was so cute in his sleep.

Silently, Weiwei opened the door again, opening a small crack.

Oh my god.

A little, exciting.

Weiwei closed the door softly, leaned against the door panel carefully, and caressed her heart carefully.

Heart beating so fast.

And that big detective, who was described as cute and well-behaved, only woke up when the door was closed for the second time.

Stupid.

There was such a sentence in his mind.

He hadn't expected the door to lock her after he'd taught her how to lock it. Of course, locking the door was a form of telling her he was still asleep, but it wasn't necessary anymore.

If it is true that he got up later than her, then he should really blame himself.

Well, condemn for a second now.

His thoughts turned back again.

Tsk, still looks stupid.

He sat up neatly, lifted the quilt and opened the door.Then the little girl next to the door sat down on the ground with a small scream.

In fact, the plot shouldn't be like this, because when she was his student a long time ago, he always chose to support her when this happened.

"I said, have you acted stupid enough?"

Weiwei almost twisted her hands on the hard floor, she smiled a little dryly, looked up at a reversed, Sherlock-style mocking expression, and quickly stood up regardless of the pain—— Although he stood up, he still couldn't help rubbing his butt.

"Um, I didn't open the door on purpose."

So she was the one who fell and she was the one who apologized.I feel a little wronged.

Vivi swallowed.

Sherlock who opened his eyes suddenly regained his previous sharp and calm temperament, as if the scene he had just secretly seen had become a hallucination.But Vivi knew it was not.She lowered her head so as not to be seen in her mood.

Sherlock could see the twists in her hair when he looked down.

She changed into a nightgown, this time looser.For no other purpose but purely out of the habit of data collection, his eyes inevitably swept to certain places.

The data has changed again.

"You're so stupid." He mercilessly spit out the evaluation that had been in his mind before, turned around and left, stepping on the ground with his slippers, "Fold the quilt."

Weiwei blinked and looked at the back of Sherlock leaving mercilessly.

Her quilt was folded, Weiwei turned around and looked at the perfect tofu quilt on her bed.

Ah, so, Sherlock asked her to help him make the quilt?

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After finishing making the quilt, Weiwei went out to wash and was about to go to the table to enjoy the breakfast made by old Mr. Parker, but found that there was nothing on the table today.

"Sherlock? Today..."

"!" Sherlock's voice came out from the open door of the laboratory, "Don't ask me! Think for yourself!"

Weiwei stared at the empty dining table and was silent for half a second.

Oh, she seems to understand.

So, when Mrs. Holmes returned to the old house, the old Mr. Parker took care of Mrs. Holmes first, so he left Mr. Holmes, who was too lazy to cook, to fend for himself—oh, not to fend for himself, but to take care of his students .

Vivi shrugged.Well, she didn't mind taking care of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, if that's what she had to do.Her pleasure, isn't it.

Viviera was stunned for half a second when she opened the refrigerator.

What kind of experiment Sherlock is doing recently, no matter what he does, he doesn't have any assistants to support him.Weiwei stared at the head of the old man for a long time. Well, Sherlock specially removed a partition to place the head. It seems that Sherlock was busy with this last night.

After identifying what kind of experiment Sherlock was doing, Weiwei looked away and took the egg from the refrigerator door—oh, there seems to be something... Are these dried noodles?

Weiwei was a little uncertain.

It doesn't feel like Sherlock's refrigerator at all.Vivi paused.

Well, then fried egg vermicelli.

Not nutritious.

who cares.

Although she fell down early in the morning, it was obvious that Weiwei was in a good mood. Although she didn't do such a stupid thing as lying in Sherlock's quilt to feel the masculinity, she felt that She was still blushing a little.

After all, it's the first time I've touched Sherlock's bed(?)

So Victoria Mayer, that's about it for you.

Weiwei, who made noodles in clear soup, ran to the laboratory to find the professor, but what he saw was that the professor just put down the phone.

"Sherlock, I thought you should know that there is nothing on the shelf," Vivi said tactfully, "so what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at my phone, it's obvious." When Sherlock got up, he pulled his shirt, as if it was a new shirt, and Vivi had never seen him wearing this purple one before.

"So are you going to go out later? Let me tell you, you're not wearing a nightgown..." Weiwei's tone was a little excited, and she didn't go out for a while.

"There is no case at the moment," Sherlock's tone was light, but his expression was already wrinkled. Weiwei knew that this was a sign of boredom.

Sure enough, the next sentence came.

"Boring, boring, boring!" He walked to the door, looked down at Weiwei, and then pressed his hand on her head to force her to turn her head, "If I go out later, I think I It's better to take you with you."

Before Weiwei had time to say anything, Sherlock's next sentence followed closely.

"After all, if I take you with me, I don't know how much more likely to encounter a case," Sherlock's tone became more relaxed, "Seriously, when did you have this physique? I mean, if You have been like this since you were a child, and you have seen a hundred cases, and you still worry about not being able to solve one hundred and one of them?"

Weiwei is used to Sherlock touching his head.

However, if you want to make yourself special, then there are special actions.

So she reached out and slapped Sherlock's hand away.

groove.

Almost took a picture of myself.

"I want to know why you made such a stupid move." Sherlock's tone suddenly sank.

What kind of feeling is this?

Just like your domestic cat, when you stretch out your hand, it will bring its belly to your hand to beg for smoothing, and then suddenly one day when you smooth the hair yourself, it will not let you touch it.

That's how it feels.

Sherlock was a little annoyed.

At this time, the two had already walked to the small restaurant, and there were two bowls of vermicelli in clear soup on the table.

"Given what you said, awakening the so-called female instinct," Weiwei turned around and rested her hands on the dining table, "I think I should think about my hairstyle—I mean you also need to take care of a woman's hairstyle .”

"I'm not an altruist, Viky," Sherlock frowned. "Wait, put that aside, what are you doing?"

"There are noodles and fried eggs. I wanted to add some other vegetables, but the refrigerator doesn't have them."

Vivi saw that Sherlock had already sat down, and she sat down too.

"Well, maybe I didn't expect it...Since you have started a new recipe, you can continue to do so in the next period of time, if you like Chinese food," Sherlock said after taking a bite. Reluctantly commented, "I don't mind making a little accommodation."

Vivi: ...

If it’s delicious, just say so.

But to be honest, there is no credit for her, this noodle is really good.

Weiwei tactfully did not refute.

But how could Sherlock not know what Weiwei wanted to know.

and so.

"You can go to old Parker and ask him how to make this noodle, and you can try it later."

……

Just know that.