[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Mycroft has been very busy lately.

After being convinced that Sherlock had successfully quit his addiction for the first time, Mycroft was also...too arrogant.

He believed in the proud self-control of the Holmes family, that his brother Sherlock Holmes would never touch that thing again.

But it's not that simple.

A small fall, Sherlock didn't suffer too much, even for him, that sudden shock can only be regarded as a side effect of a small mistake, and the discomfort caused by withdrawal is slightly higher than that of quitting smoking. Just a grade.

What he didn't realize was that his proud brain had quietly changed under this stimulation.

The person who had caught his attention was suddenly silent, and Sherlock was bored.

He struggled in the boring and mediocre world, and finally failed to resist the temptation again—who made this world so boring, he needed some...stimulation.

And now the conditions are just right.

He didn't have a single student that he didn't want to be a bad role model—after all, not all of them had his self-control.Mycroft was busy thinking about whether he could get anything out of the war in Afghanistan, busy negotiating with all parties, and reassuring him.Lestrade - no one will use him as a hindrance, no matter what Sherlock wants to do, Lestrade can't be the slightest hindrance.

As for the family gathering at Christmas, y and his father decided to have a world of two.

Great for doing something.

Just a tiny amount at first.

He tasted the sweetness again.

This is his fourth time this month.

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It never occurred to Weiwei that the first day she returned to Queen Street would end up crying and falling asleep——sleeping on Sherlock's... bed.

"How many times?" She asked him with a suppressed voice after getting his promise.

"Four times. I mean it's the fourth time."

She couldn't see his eyes, only the air of his talking was on her neck, which was a little itchy.She shrank her right shoulder.

Sherlock didn't open his eyes, he just thought she was struggling—probably a strange desire to control or other mentality, he just locked her tighter.

“09年1月1日凌晨3点26分，08年12月26日晚11点37分，08年12月18日17点11分还有08年12月2日13点21分……那一次是从东区回来手里正好有点……微量。”

He is explaining to her.

Why explain it?

I'm afraid neither of them can explain clearly at this moment, but he explained and she listened.

"How does it feel?" She asked with her eyes closed.

"ok I admit it……"

"Compared to the last time...I mean before you left, this time it really got out of control."

If you play again, you will play big.

The two were relatively silent and did not speak.

Weiwei felt his hands loosen gradually, maybe he fell asleep—maybe it was because his brain was corroded by those things, and he was not quite awake now.She was a little sad, her eyes were closed and tears were welling up in her eyes.

This isn't supposed to be Sherlock Holmes.

She could feel that he was breathing slowly, maybe he was asleep. She wanted to turn over and get out of bed, and carefully tried to withdraw her hand, but she was caught and pressed tightly.

She rolled over, but was pressed by his long hands and legs again. She turned her head slightly and could see his brows raised when he was asleep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, as if... a little uncomfortable, acting like a spoiled child little child.

Weiwei didn't know why such a metaphor popped up in her heart, but she wanted to cry again looking at him like this.

Not wanting to break free, just watching, she actually fell asleep.

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When Sherlock woke up, he found that he unexpectedly seemed to have some extraordinary habits, such as sleeping with something in his arms.

He frowned and looked at the lump in his arms.

Someone's eye circles are red, not to mention that the crumpled quilt on the side seems to be stained with tears or other secretions from the eyes and nose.

Sherlock's eyes were a bit disgusted, and his first reaction was to throw the lump aside, and then make sure that nothing got on his body.

Hey...running to his bed without changing pajamas, you don't think it's dirty.

Sherlock's eyes are simply disgust that can be realized.

Moreover, the more I think about it, the more disgusted/dge

He didn't feel much burden in his heart, although he didn't even know that he was a little bit shaken by her tears.He said he knew he was a little bit out of control, but that was just knowing...

He's even a little obsessed with the feeling of being subtly out of control, which is what he is, isn't he.

But he needs to cooperate with this little guy.He was sitting, condescendingly looking down at a guy who just rolled around and rolled his quilt to sleep on the other side after being rejected. His long, smooth hair was messed up because of the sleeping position that might have made a lot of movement.He looked a little itchy.

If she doesn't cooperate, she will definitely turn around and tell the fat man.

Among other things, if something goes wrong with him, Fatty will probably put aside the trivial matters over there and continue to stare at him. He may have to bide his future freedom. But if Fatty raises her without telling it, or don’t Well, it's all small things.

Anyway, let's just... fool around.

Hopefully those American rednecks can assimilate her a bit.

There was an almost loving look in his eyes.

Be a naive kid.

It didn't take much time to go through all the thoughts in his head. After Sherlock figured it out, he immediately pulled someone's quilt—it was his quilt—to make someone wake up so that he could talk to him as soon as possible. She "negotiated".

Weiwei snorted and shrank even tighter.

I'm so bullish.

Sherlock mocked blankly.

Then he started rubbing his head with his hands.

"I have a headache……"

She retracted her head deeper, and the voice came out muffled.

Sherlock's hand stopped suddenly.

With a sullen face, he withdrew his hand, and then got up directly.

But after he got up, he felt uncomfortable looking at the guy occupying his bed.

He looked left and right, and made a decision in less than three seconds.

"Boom!"

Ashley!

Suddenly fell under the bed, even though she was still wrapped in a fairly soft quilt, Weiwei still felt her head shaking dizzily.

"Aren't you awake yet? I thought you would be in a hurry to negotiate with me." His mocking voice fluctuated from distance to distance, maybe it was just because Weiwei's mind was not so clear that it didn't sound very clear.

"Negotiation?" Weiwei wrapped her little quilt tightly and sat up.Fortunately, there is heating indoors in winter, so it is not too cold to sit like this.

Sherlock choked slightly.

What is he going to say?Was it about his detoxification?

"If you're talking about drug rehabilitation, I don't think there's anything to talk about," Weiwei stretched out his arms from under the quilt and rubbed his temples, "I can't back down on this anyway, and It's too easy for you to hide it from me, and it's better to leave this kind of thing to Mycroft."

k.

The word flashed through Sherlock's mind.

Did I teach you in vain?How come after arriving in the United States, I was so thoroughly communicated by the single-minded thinking of those hillbillies?Do you even want a nerve to go to your feet?

"Do you still have the contact information of the fat man? He is so busy that he has no time to talk to you."

Sherlock's eyes were fixed on someone's hair twirling in his messy head.

"If not, it's fine." Weiwei suddenly realized that he seemed to have regained [-]% in the confrontation with Sherlock, and his chaotic thoughts gradually cleared up in this way, "As long as I face the downstairs Just shout, there are so many people below, there will always be one of Mycroft's people."

Sherlock's eyes became strange - he seemed to find for the first time that his student became unreasonable.

"My God, what did that old divorced man teach you?"

"I'm assuming you should know how desperate my busy brother would be to suppress the news by yelling downstairs that Sherlock is on drugs, you'll change the fate of many people... Good direction."

Weiwei immediately replied: "You should know that I don't care about them...I only care about you."

There was a sudden silence.

Weiwei didn't realize why the other party didn't speak. After thinking about it, she decided to get up, threw the quilt back on the bed, and prepared to make the bed.

"Do you think I will sleep on this bed again? Will I cover this quilt again?" Sherlock quickly asked two questions in succession, "I guess you should know how dirty it is, especially You lay in your pajamas without changing and wiped tears all over the bed - okay exaggeration but you should see how red your eye circles are..."

"I admit that you care about me."

He spoke quickly.Fast and light.If you don't pay attention, it seems to be an illusion.

"So you want to be the running dog of that fat man who has been busy recently but still gained two pounds and his hairline moved back by 0.4 centimeters?"

Since Sherlock told her not to make the bed, Wei Wei simply didn't make it, and just sat down on the quilt.She sat sideways and could look at him.

"Sherlock, I care about you." She was very solemn, "Although you despise your brother so much, he also cares about you."

Sherlock doesn't like to play the warmth card.

Especially with his usually submissive student in this state of speaking to him - and now she seemed to have the upper hand.

He pursed his lips, his eyes moved slightly, and the words like a cannonball had already reached his throat, and he was eager to say them.

However, out of some ambiguous little thought, he forcefully suppressed this impulse.

"I always feel that agreeing to you as my student is one of the biggest mistakes I've made in the past 20 years." His brows were tightly locked, "Well, I'm an assistant now. Maybe I need a doctor to be an assistant, in this case I can talk to him or her directly about the drug recovery process, so as not to bother my brother who spins like a spinning top—a ball—with such trivial matters.”

"Not all doctors are responsible to accompany you to solve the case, Sherlock." Weiwei shrugged, "Many doctors advocate avoiding risks, and you are not in the same league."

"Then the military doctor."

This time it was Weiwei who choked up subtly.

She especially wanted to ask.

Military doctor?Then why don't you go straight to an army doctor named John Watson?

Ok? ? ?