[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei went back to England at Christmas, although she didn't mention it a few times in the whole text, but she was... well, a person with a father and a mother.

Back home, she was warmly welcomed by her parents, and Weiwei, who had been among the geniuses for a long time, was even a little uncomfortable with this kind of life...it was the kind of life where she would confess her concerns and other emotions frankly.

Forget about the hug, she almost fell down the stairs in fright when the lord mother kissed her for the first time.She substituted for it if the mother was Letterman or Sherlock, then she would probably have already rolled down.

Just horrible.

Even Ms. Foster, who looked friendly and considerate, was not the kind of character who would give a face-to-face gift.

Anyway, Weiwei just doesn't get used to it.

No matter in Queen Street or in the United States, Weiwei has properly kept in touch with her family, which made her not too strange and unmanageable when she returned to her home.In fact, Weiwei even felt that the small room on Queen Street was more like her home...in terms of psychological belonging.

This week, my mother asked Weiwei about her career plan in detail again, and Weiwei's answer was to work as a professor's assistant when she returned to China.Her mother seemed to be very interested in Weiwei's "professor", but Weiwei couldn't find a single photo, so she had to search for Sherlock Holmes on the Internet to show her.

What I found was Weiwei’s own website, the identification of soot/dge

"To tell you the truth, Vivi," the mother couldn't hold back, flipping through the webpage again and again, "Your professor, why, a little, gay in gay? Are you sure this color is only used by girls?"

Weiwei, who was in charge of the entire page design, was so frightened that the little melon seeds dropped.

"No, no, I made the webpage, the professor is very straight, straight, really." Weiwei quickly explained.

Seriously, although the professor doesn't have a girlfriend, he doesn't have a boyfriend either(?)

She was really embarrassed to say that her professor seemed to have a feeling for the gentle Japanese and Korean makeup...

Of course she didn't know that her professor didn't have a feeling for a certain style of makeup.The key is probably to look at people.

On Christmas Eve, Vivi sent blessing text messages to Sherlock, Gaston, and Lestrade respectively, and also replied to several detectives' messages (she couldn't remember when she kept the number), she I only have some impression of Vincent among them.

I remember Vincent being a bit shy and spending time with Anderson.And Sherlock doesn't like Anderson.

After Christmas and the new year, Vivi immediately decided to go to Queen Street.

She originally wanted to send a message to let her know, but she was afraid that as soon as she sent the message, a certain professor Gao Leng would rush out of Queen Street in the next second to avoid seeing her.

In fact, this really fits Sherlock's character.

Walking on the street, most people travel in groups, but Weiwei just walks alone. It is humid and cold in London in January, and light snow sticks to his face with the blowing wind.Weiwei buried her face in the large white scarf, feeling her eyes were dry and her heart throbbing strangely.

When he reached the stairwell, Weiwei took out his mobile phone and sent a message with a little briskness.

【Sherlock, I'm already at the gate of Queen Street~ If you run away now, are you sure you want to jump out of the window~】

She didn't have the habit of putting her name on the back of the message like Sherlock did.

After the message was sent, Weiwei knocked on the door without hesitation.

Boom, boom, boom.

After knocking three times, she felt something was wrong.

There was no reply to the message, and no one answered the knock on the door.

At that moment, many possibilities came to mind, Weiwei frowned, and started knocking again.

"k?!"

she shouted.

But no one answered.

Weiwei bit her lower lip and hesitated... How many possibilities are there?Maybe it was too late to come back from the case, maybe it was because she didn't want to let her in, maybe it was...

She thought Sherlock had promised to allow her to come back.Then, if she goes in, he won't blame her.

Very good Weiwei, how big is a person and how bold is... Weiwei felt that she should be shameless at this time, so she calmly took out the house key he gave her a long time ago, and opened the door.

What about calm down?Vivi?What does it mean to be prolific?

Pure slip of the tongue_(:3ゝ∠)_

At this moment, Weiwei's mood is still relaxed and happy.

The click of a key being turned.

Weiwei was even in the mood to think, hey, the sound of opening the door with a key is different from the sound of sliding the door to pick the lock. job...)

The door opened.

This room is very different from before Weiwei left.

The first thing she saw was a messy room, the bookshelves were empty, and all the books fell on the floor in a mess.The lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn, making the room groggy, but the fireplace was still burning.

There is a sense of oppression in this room.

She closed the door behind her back, her heart sank.

This feeling.

Messy, depressing.

Weiwei picked up the cushion that fell on the side of the sofa, and the pillow that rolled to the other side somehow.

The room was very quiet.Weiwei knows it, he likes to play the violin, and when he is in a bad mood, he will open the gun, so the sound insulation of the house is very good, and Weiwei only hears his own rustling sound.

"Sherlock?" she called to him.

No one answered.

For some reason, the biggest possibility rushed into her mind, and an almost intuitive feeling told her the answer.

She threw the pillow aside as if she had suddenly awakened, rushed towards the door of his room while stepping on the book without changing her shoes, and then slammed the bedroom door open.

The moment she opened the door and found that the door was unlocked, she knew the result in that 0.1 second.

He relapsed.

Now he is lying on the bed, covering his eyes with his hands.

"You relapsed."

Weiwei's voice trembled a little, but she didn't know it was because her body was trembling too - because she was suppressing some indescribable emotion.

"Sherlock, you relapsed."

"Obviously, shut up, close the door, and don't go out and tell Mycroft." Sherlock took a long breath and put his hand down, "I'm awake now, my brain is a little..."

"How many?"

She didn't know her tears were rolling in her eyes.

"The 7% co.ca.alkali, which has never been in Mycroft's hands."

He could feel her approaching him.

His voice was deep and magnetic, like the texture of polished coffee beans.But at this moment, perhaps because he was too dry, and he hadn't spoken for a long time, he looked... hoarse and haggard.

Untouched by Mycroft, that is, undiluted.

Weiwei understood the meaning of this sentence very well.

There is no need for Sherlock to confess, there is no need to tell her, and she may not even be able to detect a lie.And he didn't.The reason Weiwei didn't want to think about it.

What could be the reason?Hi, or what?

She didn't know what to do.

"I'll take you to the hospital..."

As she said this, she saw the syringe next to her with a tip of her eye. She walked a few steps to his bedside and picked up the syringe that had been left on the side.

"Sherlock, are you crazy? Inject 7%..." Before Weiwei could finish her sentence, she was pulled by a force and fell onto the bed.

Sherlock's body was still a little weak, but it was not too difficult to pull a girl of normal weight who was caught off guard.Although he couldn't help frowning when doing this action - that's how it was when he was too excited, although his mind was refreshed, but his whole body was uncomfortable.

"To shut up."

He put one hand behind her waist and covered her mouth with the other.

"I don't have the energy to fight with you right now."

He lowered his head and looked at her: "Are you crying?"

In his tone, it turned out to be obvious... Confusion.

Weiwei knew that her tears were falling, perhaps because she was caught off guard just now, due to inertia.When a tear falls, the tears flow like a progressive transport.

Her nose and mouth were covered by him, and the suffocation forced her to break free from him, so she tried to break his hand with her hands while shedding tears.

"Why are you crying?"

He frowned slightly, and his gray eyes might have been dilated from the excitement.

Weiwei thinks these eyes are works of art.

It's just that this moment is obviously not a good time to appreciate artworks.

Realizing that he was still covering someone's mouth and was destined not to hear an answer, Sherlock let go and took her other two hands.

Her limbs are small, and it didn't take too much effort for him to hold her wrists with one hand.

"Sherlock, are you crazy?"

As soon as his hand took her off, her crying voice rushed into his ears.

He looked into her eyes.

Come, come again.

Sherlock's head was dizzy, and the feeling of stagnation seemed to squeeze his brain.In a trance, he could only see the tear stains under her eyes, the clear water-like eyes that formed double shadows, and her opening and closing lips.

He remembered this color.

Realizing that Sherlock's eyes were lost for a moment, Vivi broke free and pushed Sherlock to the side, pinning him on the bed—she pinched his neck and deformed his shirt.

A brief moment of silence and silence.

Sherlock's head was still dizzy, but his eyes half-opened half-opened, maybe he was still thinking in his mind that the graduate went to the United States for a while and became bold enough to overwhelm her teacher.Maybe he wasn't qualified enough as a teacher not to tell her that the pose was indecent.

Does this still need to be taught?

During this brief silence, Weiwei regained her senses. There were still tears in her eyes, but they stopped falling.Her nose was a bit blocked, so when she sorted it out, she spoke with a nasal voice and a hoarseness that was close to depression.

"You're out of control, Sherlock."

The half-open eyes were closed.

Weiwei knew that this did not prove that Sherlock had fallen asleep, he just didn't want to see it.Maybe it was dizziness or maybe he didn't want to see her.

"You are destroying your proud brain, Sherlock." Vivi's voice became a little anxious, and the hand pressing him was also a little harder, "The things you understand will hurt you more than me. understand better!"

He didn't struggle, his throat rolled, as if swallowing something to say.

He knew she was looking at him now, even with her eyes closed.

"Well, I don't think it's useless for me to tell you now, although I know that Mycroft doesn't like me and doesn't even want me to appear by your side again... But I think it's more appropriate to tell him about this—" she His hands are already a little sore due to this strange posture for too long, "I am now..."

He reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

"Don't tell him..." His voice was almost pleading.

"I will quit."

"..."

"prie."