[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"Didn't you bring your students?" Mrs. Holmes was a little disappointed after seeing that little Holmes didn't have a tail on her back. "I heard that you call her Vicky, and I like her very much."

Sherlock sat down simply: "Die... I mean, my brother hasn't come yet? If the government's credit is equal to his, then I'm really worried about this country."

"Sherly, don't keep saying that about your brother." Mrs. Holmes spoke with a little helplessness in her tone. "I came to watch the movie and see the progress of your brother's relationship by the way, not to listen to your quarrel."

"I didn't argue with him, he didn't even show up." Sherlock shrugged.

Only at such times does he look extraordinarily like a rebellious young son.

When the footsteps seemed to be a little heavier than the last meeting, Sherlock added slowly: "Well, it appeared, it seems that I don't have to worry about this country anymore."

Mycroft had just heard the last sentence when he came in, and instead of passing Sherlock and his mother inside, he took the outermost seat.

"Looks like I'm not too late to go bankrupt... sherly."

He purposely dragged his voice and pronounced the sticky name of a little girl.

"Yeah, it's a pity that it's only a little short... mike." He didn't even bother to give him a look.

"You two quarrel all the time, I really miss that time when you were young..."

"Mommy!"

The tacit understanding between the two brothers is rarely displayed.

"Okay, I won't say it."

Madam smiled, her tone was full of indulgence.

Well, both brothers were a little... well, shy to face such stares, and invariably shifted their gazes to the screen again.

The screen flickered and the movie was about to start.

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Go back to the dining room.

"You strike me as weird," Letterman said, tilting his head to one side, cutting into the steak, and stuffing the morsel of meat into his mouth with his fork, "I mean, that's how you managed to make that Does a genius with antisocial tendencies take you for a student?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Weiwei threw the topic back.

"Did you experience any childhood trauma?" Letterman put down the knife and fork and wiped his lips with a napkin.

Viviche's steak paused, as if she was recalling something—she recalled the childhood of this body, and recalled the previous life, and then she continued her movements and continued to cut the steak.

"If my understanding of trauma is correct, no."

"The tone of your words is very similar to that of your former teacher." Letterman put his elbows on the table, rubbing the thumb of his right hand against the tiger's mouth of his left hand, "I have read your profile, your parents are very good to you , Judging from your childhood experience, you do not lack fatherly love and motherly love, although ordinary, you do not lack friends."

"Like most ordinary people, full of... love."

"I'm really curious whether the college entrance examination can have such a big impact on people...According to the data, you seem to have changed from that day on."

She looked very calm.

But after a few seconds, her lips pursed subconsciously, which was a concealed gesture.

"It seems that I guessed it right, Miss Victoria Mayer, there is indeed a turning point, so now I am very curious." Letterman showed that somewhat confident and complacent smile.

The other party came prepared.

Her profile?Where can her information come from.

The question is about why Carl Letterman was asked to be her teacher.Apparently based on the circumstances of her graduation day, it was Mycroft who had driven it all.So if there is information, it must be provided by Mycroft.

Speaking of which, this is also a very strange point. Although Weiwei has tried her best to conceal it and try to make it look like she has not changed, in fact, changing her soul is changing. Her personality may be similar to the original owner, but After "traversing", the completely unfamiliar environment and strange experience made her unable to be careless. As for the indifference, perhaps it was her own indifference.

Vivi did not analyze it.

But she guessed that a character developed out of context was enough to arouse Sherlock Holmes' curiosity.

As for why Sherlock didn't make an inquiry in the end, Weiwei didn't expect the result.

"Maybe it's the college entrance examination, who knows."

Just because Letterman knows how to detect polygraphs shouldn't mess us up. If we really want to put up all our energy to tell a lie——Weiwei can fool a polygraph examiner.

Weiwei analyzed these things a long time ago. Although she didn't ask the professor to confirm it, she just knew it.

Sure enough, Letterman withdrew his gaze.

"Why do you want to learn this?" Letterman's next question came again.

After all, he has been described as a giant walking question mark.

Unlike Sherlock who can get the answer just by looking at it, Letterman is better at provoking words and then judging from the opponent's reaction.Both are geniuses, just in different fields.

"I've read your research and I'm very interested," Weiwei didn't lie, she was really interested. In order to express such respect, Weiwei put down her knife and fork before speaking, "I know you spent I went to an isolated island for a year to study whether people without language and writing have the same emotional representation as ordinary people. I admire you very much, really."

Letterman felt slightly uncomfortable.

Of course he knew she was sincere, but it was because of this that he was even more uncomfortable.

He forked another piece of meat into his mouth, then lowered his head halfway, looking up at her.

Although it was said that it was a small "interview", in fact, Letterman knew in his heart that he had no right to refuse this time.Although I don't quite understand why Mr. Holmes' rights can cross the ocean, he gave him benefits and funds, just to plug a student.

He originally thought that this student had some special background or something special...

Well she has.

He weighed in his heart.

Both of them were almost full, and Letterman showed her the coffee he hadn't touched.

"I know you want to guess that I arrived in London this morning, so you kindly prepared coffee for me," Letterman smiled slightly, "I think you should know that your importance is not enough to let me make a special trip A trip. I'm reasonably well rested, after meeting the guy who paid for our meal last night."

Vivi was a little embarrassed.

This is the embarrassment that is easily caused by the poor use of the deductive method.Fortunately, she didn't say it directly, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

"I'll take everything I need. If you come to my company, I won't object to anything. You pick a time and call me before you come." Letterman picked up his cup and took a small sip. "Actually you are not much older than my daughter, maybe I can find a tutor for my daughter."

daughter?

Vivi was a little confused.

I can't tell that this person has a daughter at all?Not to mention anything else, she didn't even think that this person would have...

"Divorced, no ring."

Letterman shrugged.

She didn't even think this man would have a wife...

Letterman stood up: "I have to catch the plane back, Miss Victoria, I wish you a pleasant meal."

He raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, then put his hands on the back of the chair and pushed it in. After turning around, he waved to Weiwei and left without hesitation.

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It was only when Weiwei returned to Queen Street that she seemed to be relieved of her fatigue.

She didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment. She was lying on the sofa, trying to think like a professor with her hands clasped under her chin, but after thinking about it, she still felt a little ashamed, so she balled herself into a ball Nest comfortably afterwards.

Young people, they read too little and think too much.

In the past, when the professor arranged so many learning contents for her, she never thought about it. When she dreamed, her dreams were full of crime scenes full of occult blood reactions.I don't have time to think about how the professor sees me, how others see me, and how I became what I am now.

Well, but now she just can't help it.

Once you have time to sort out your feelings, you will find that a certain emotion does not know when to breed and when to grow.Only then did she realize that her thought that she would be happy studying with her teenage idol even for a short period of time was broken. She really admires Mr. Letterman, and she really yearns to study with him, but it doesn't mean she can...

She didn't want to leave Queen Street.

Compared with the home of the original owner of this body, Weiwei really regards this place as her home.

But the professor was right, everything she learned came from him.Now Sherlock said he wanted her to be his assistant, but what about her assistant?She was just using what he taught her to speak her mind, and she couldn't bring more collisions to Sherlock.

Well, besides studying, she wanted to give Sherlock something in return.

She lay on the sofa for a while before returning to her little room.When passing by Sherlock's room, she still took a conscious look at the quilt she had folded.

Not knowing when Sherlock would let her go, Vivi felt a little sentimental.

She changed into a nightgown and lay down on the bed. She couldn't hold back, and took out her phone again.

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cinema

"Sherly, your phone is vibrating." It was Mommy who noticed it first.

Sherlock's eyes were focused on the female star on the movie screen, although his mind was not entirely on it.

"At this moment, watching movies with mommy is more important."

Although she knew that Sherlock just said it casually, Madam was still coaxed into laughing.

"There must be some difference. If it's a case, Sherly won't be as comfortable as she is now." Mycroft said pointingly, "Anyway, we all know it."

"Shut up Mike." Sherlock didn't even bother to give Mycroft a look.

Fortunately, Mycroft is a good brother. He also didn't look at his younger brother, but spoke to the movie screen: "I think about it, maybe it's a student who is going to take the postgraduate entrance examination today..."

"To shut up."

"Entry for graduate school? What's going on?" The lady was a little puzzled, she leaned forward slightly to look at her eldest son.

Sherlock reached into his pocket.

He should educate his students not to be bombarded with text messages like this.

Really, it's annoying.

And he was still bombarding someone he hadn't seen much since graduation.

So impolite.