[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Sherlock doesn't have the habit of taking care of people, although he thinks it's a great care.

After confirming that his intern assistant not only didn't help but also caused him to take care of her with a fever, Sherlock called Mycroft's people to deliver antipyretics, and after forcing Vivise in, put After wetting the towel and smearing it on Weiwei's face, he quietly went out to do the experiment.

Viky doesn't feel sorry for those slices, he also feels sorry for the specimens, after all such good specimens are rare, and he is looking forward to the next results.

In the process of doing the experiment, I called viky's name several times but did not get a response.

Anyway, Sherlock just doesn't feel like he's actually quite dependent on his student, oh no, trainee assistant.

After doing all this, Sherlock called out to Viky again and wanted Viky to throw the things into the refrigerator.

I'm so annoying.

He's a little cranky.

After putting the things in the refrigerator, Sherlock slammed the door of the refrigerator shut, and walked back to the room with a rattling sound.

I'm assuming you should be healed by now...

His words were suppressed in his throat and he didn't speak them out. He looked at the guy lying on the bed who was breathing harder and seemed to be getting more and more fever--very good, I will come back sooner or later after you get better.

Without hesitation, he opened Weiwei's closet and found a set of clothes with long sleeves and long trousers. Without saying a word, he threw the towel aside, and he fished it out from the bed and put on the trousers for her.

oh, clothes.Why doesn't she buy a cloak or something.

Sherlock rolled his eyes slightly.

Sooner or later you have to get it back.

Someone who is holding Weiwei, who is not known about his personnel, thinks honestly and honestly: hot and soft.

After carrying the person downstairs, Sherlock stopped the taxi on the side of the street before reaching out his hand. After he almost hung someone on his body, he freed up one hand to open the door, threw the person into the back row, closed the door, and then Get on the co-pilot.

"Barts Hospital?"

"Barts Hospital." Sherlock stretched out his hand to fasten his seat belt in a calm tone.

The car drove out quickly.

"It's a bit unusual today, isn't it?" Mr. Driver turned to Sherlock when he stopped at a red light, "You didn't call an ambulance but went to deliver it yourself. It's really different."

"I'm just saving time."

Sherlock gathered his clothes, the seat belt made him a little uncomfortable, he was used to being in the back seat.

"It does not save you time, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock's eyes were fixed on the traffic lights ahead.

"The light is green. I think you are blind, at least your ears are not deaf... The car behind is urging you. I am really worried about the overall level of Mycroft's subordinates. They will take the people in the car with them Let’s have a traffic safety teaching class together.”

It was Sherlock who carried him in when he got out of the car.

He didn't tell Mycroft.

He knew that perhaps his share... was out of control, and he shouldn't let Mycroft know about it.So his first instinct was to take her to the hospital instead of asking Mycroft to send a doctor.

Mycroft has basically removed the monitoring/surveillance of the apartment recently, and Sherlock subconsciously doesn't want Mycroft to know the fact that he "takes care" of Viky.

After Weiwei was hoisted into the water, Sherlock leaned against the edge of the ward and watched quietly, expressionless.

The phone vibrated.

[Are you struggling?

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[Well, it seems that it is not too late for you to realize.

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[I won't say much, you know what you should do.

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Sherlock waited until the third vibration before impatiently taking out the vibrating mobile phone, frowning and typing vigorously:

【Don't worry about it, you've already said enough.

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Sherlock leaned against the wall, and stayed there for a while longer with a dazed look on his face.

Then turn around and leave.

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When Weiwei wakes up, she finds herself in the hospital.

She took a look at the bracket where the water was originally hung, and it was empty, and it might have been hung.She felt a little dizzy, probably groggy from too much sleep.

What happened yesterday?

She turned around a little uncomfortable.

It seems that she had a fever while lying on the sofa, and then... the professor sent her here?

Wait, yesterday she changed into a nightgown before going to bed to sleep!

At this moment, the pain in his head suddenly disappeared, Wei Weiteng sat up and checked his clothes and pants.

Damn, this outfit is definitely not what she wore yesterday!

wrd girl!

Vivi grabbed the quilt violently and fell back on the bed.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck...

In Weiwei's heart, there is only the circulation of these two words.

After finally calming down, Weiwei rang the bell to call the nurse. After the body temperature had returned to normal, Weiwei got out of bed neatly and made a confession... It seems that Sherlock also helped her change her shoes.

Weiwei could hardly grasp what emotion she was in.

She wanted to say don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much.

But I also thought, for a person like Sherlock, taking care of her like this, is it natural for her to think a little more.

That strange emotion has been swaggering in my heart.Weiwei took a taxi back to Queen Street, it was only [-]:[-] in the morning.

Viviera opened the door at the same time that Sherlock was wearing a bathrobe and towel hanging on his head and opened the bathroom door.

"Eh... Take a shower early in the morning?" Weiwei forgot all he wanted to say for a moment.

"I don't want to talk to a goldfish who is lying on the sofa and falling asleep and getting himself a fever." Sherlock rubbed his hair and threw the towel on the sofa, and rubbed his hands vigorously between the hair strands. The water from his hair splashed onto the tea table, apparently he didn't care, and picked up the newspaper with his wet hands.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Thanks to you, I've eaten." Sherlock flipped through the newspaper very quickly.

Weiwei hesitated for a while: "Sherlock...do you need me to blow your hair?"

Sherlock lowered the newspaper a little and looked straight at her.

"Are you doing unnecessary things now?"

"If you don't need to..."

Sherlock had already stood up and sat down on the sofa on the other side closer to the plug.

Vivi: ...

Then she obediently went to get the hair dryer.

She didn't know, Sherlock's eyes followed her back for a while.

Look, okay?

So, in the end there is no redundant emotion.

In fact, it might be normal to think so. For a person who is indifferent by nature... maybe both of them are indifferent by nature...

There's nothing wrong with being special.

So is it out of control?

Sure enough, human feelings are always hard to draw a line.

But I have to say that there should be a gender division.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have a temperature that didn't belong to him again. This feeling was strange, but it wasn't really that bad. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly he didn't want to dry his hair anymore.

I don't want to hand over my expensive head to an incomplete graduate with handicapped hands.

But when Weiwei came over with the hair dryer.

Forget it, let's blow it, the wet sound is annoying and interferes with thinking.

Weiwei didn't have so many inner dramas, the only thing she thought about was rubbing Sherlock's noble head full of wisdom later... ah, she was a little excited.

I don't know why the lines I brushed in my heart are all "after all, he lowered his proud head" and the like.

Weiwei plugged in the cable, then pressed the switch to test the temperature before preparing to blow hair to Sherlock.

Sherlock was sitting very comfortably, while Weiwei was standing behind the sofa, in a very suitable posture for a hair-washing girl.It was the first time for Weiwei to blow someone else's hair, and she was extremely careful.

It was probably the most precious head alive (not counting Mycroft) she had ever known, and Vivi was determined to treat it with care.

Her movements are very light and gentle, like treating some luxury goods.

Or something like Sherlock's head is a luxury item.

Sherlock enjoys it with peace of mind. In fact, he doesn't care after getting used to the person standing behind him is not the usual person who cuts his hair, but his new assistant.

Although the movement is light like tickling, it's okay.

Sherlock barely scored an eight.

Actually, quite comfortable.

After Weiwei finished blowing Sherlock's hair, she watched the professor seem to be thinking about the phone, she unplugged it quietly, and put away the hair dryer.

There seemed to be a certain warmth between her fingers, and she couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

This is the first time she has blow-dried someone else's hair.This feeling.Really.

She reeled and reeled the hair dryer into the cabinet.

Yesterday's fever was probably caused by lying on the sofa and catching a cold, plus she was thinking too much, Weiwei knew very well why she was thinking too much, so, in the end, to what extent.

Vivi soon realized a problem.

If you want your behavior not to be abnormal, you must first convince yourself not to think that you are abnormal.

So, just do whatever you want.

She knew to restrain her thoughts, so don't think too much - and she didn't know that in the end she tricked Mycroft, Sherlock, and herself in the end.

Vivi went to the living room again, ready to take out Mr. Letterman's thesis and study it. After all, Sherlock will probably hand herself over to that person, and she has to do some homework no matter what.

But just when she was about to take out the paper, Sherlock spoke.

"It looks like you can't wait to get another teacher."

There was no emotion in his tone.

"Actually, there is no talk of changing the teacher. After all, you said that I have already graduated, but I am just studying." Weiwei stopped her hand, and the booklet was still pulled out, "According to your statement."

Yes, so to speak, it was all his fault, it was the teacher he found for her.

For some reason, Sherlock felt depressed.

"So, how was the result of your interview yesterday." Sherlock's tone sounded like he was talking to Lestrade.

"You should be more confident in your former student," Vivi shrugged, "and you clearly know that failure is impossible."

"Ah yes, so when are you going to leave?"