[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Sherlock can always do anything he wants to do.

For example, although there were some twists and turns that he didn't expect, when he walked up to Weiwei and looked at her with apologetic guilt with his innocent gray eyes...

Vivi compromised.

Sherlock didn't want to make Mycroft's "care" for him last for a long time because of such a repetition.

"I mean, it couldn't be easier for you to do something behind my back." Weiwei said the last bit of hesitation.

Although he knew that Sherlock would only show such an innocent look when he wanted to achieve something, but I have to say that Weiwei was still shaken.

"You can, follow me all the time."

This is Sherlock's concession.

"make a deal."

For Sherlock, it is better to accept that Vicky has been following him (even if he is close to him for 24 hours) than accepting his brother's surveillance with unknown meaning.

Besides, he was sure.Just like last time, when he didn't touch that thing, he couldn't help not touching it.He can do it.He really thought so at first.

When Vicky first came back, Sherlock led Vicky around the street when he had nothing to do. Within a week, there were three murder cases, and it happened that Lestrade was responsible for all the cases.Even Lestrade didn't know what to say, and asked Vivi if she had raised the crime rate in her area during her stay in the United States.For this doubt, Weiwei just smiled.

What can she say, not yet, she can only keep smiling.

The simplicity reveals a little fatigue.

He didn't say anything on the surface, although he knew that Sherlock had just had a good time and would not have any problems within a week, Weiwei's attention was still more on Sherlock than on the case.After all, there are cases from time to time, and after returning to the United States, there are piles of cases, and Sherlock is just one.

This feeling made Sherlock a little uncomfortable.But he just endured the stone he lifted and hit his foot.

Although he always felt that someone was watching him when he was sleeping.

Oh, by the way, because Sherlock transformed Vivi's room into a beekeeping house, which couldn't accommodate people, Weiwei has always set up a sofa bed to stay in Sherlock's room, which is an alternative 24-hour personal care.

For Sherlock, it is not difficult to get used to Weiwei's existence again, especially when this temporary assistant always casts his attention on him, and can always say the right words at the right time, even handing over tools in the forensic room. The movement was so smooth - he didn't even have to say what to take, his temporary assistant would prepare everything and hand him the knife or tweezers he wanted - Sherlock felt that this week was almost unprecedented. .

On the contrary, Weiwei felt that she was...bewitched.

Maybe it was because there was no psychological pressure from Mycroft, or maybe it was because she had given her a reason to pay attention to him aboveboard. When she woke up at night, she always found that she couldn't restrain herself, and looked at him more.

Her departure can be said to be sad, full of frustration that she can't help him and she is useless by his side.

During her time in the United States, she was always diligent and diligent, wishing to eat as hard as a fat man.She knew she had to be good at one thing - at least one thing - to help Sherlock.

She works hard to communicate with people, to learn knowledge, and to read some literary works after returning home, and even begins to understand some basic knowledge of astronomy.

Although literature is of no use to Sherlock, neither is astronomy—it doesn’t matter to him whether the earth revolves around the sun, the moon, or the garden like a bear—but Because Sherlock thinks it is useless and unnecessary, she needs to learn more.

She wanted to... complement him.

Perhaps it was the strange feelings that grew quickly without anyone paying attention.

After Vivi came back, Sherlock committed the addiction for the second time in the early morning of January 1th.That day Sherlock spent the morning serving his little bees in the room, spent the afternoon researching on perfumes, and went to bed obediently at ten o'clock in the evening—his life was always when he had nothing to do. It is very regular.

Of course Weiwei followed his schedule and went to bed at ten o'clock.

Probably because she was always worried that Sherlock would run to have sex while she was asleep, and Weiwei didn't always sleep well, even in the early hours of this day.

A moan/groan woke her up suddenly.

His voice was muffled, anguished, and strained.

Probably because she had been prepared for such a time, Weiwei, who was awakened from the heterogeneous sleep, woke up in an instant. She quickly rolled over from the bed and was about to turn on the light.

"Don't turn on the lights!"

His voice was almost shrill - Weiwei had never heard such a voice.

Eyes have adapted to the darkness, and Vivi saw the outline of Sherlock, who seemed to be curled up tightly, shrinking himself.

The excitement that cocaine can bring is only one hour, so addicted people always try to increase the dose to increase the pleasure. For Sherlock, once a week is enough.

As for this thing, there is currently no way to withdraw from it. Sherlock's addiction is not too great, not to the point where he cannot live without co.ca.ine, but the reaction brought about by withdrawal is enough to make an ordinary person collapse.

At the beginning, Vivi planned to get some alternative medicines to support her, but she hadn't done it yet... After all, she kept staring at Sherlock all the time, and it was a bit difficult not to impress Mycroft to get this.

"Relax, Sherlock."

She was obedient and didn't turn on the light. She sat on the edge of the bed and broke his hand that was tightly clasping her palm, fearing that he would hurt her.But in the next second, his hand was pinching her wrist, with too much force, Weiwei even suspected that her wrist would be crushed.

"To shut up!"

He growled out in a low voice.

He was shaking.

He broke out in a cold sweat under the blanket.

"Give it to me, in the slippers under the bed." His voice trembled and almost changed his voice, "Go and get it!"

Command tone.

He slammed her hand away and thumped on the bed.

Vivi didn't speak.

All she can offer is... psychological comfort.

"Sherlock, you know that co-caine just interferes with your dopamine..."

"Go get it!" He sat up abruptly from the bed, probably seeing that Weiwei hadn't moved, and was about to get out of bed and dig out his hidden slippers from under the bed.

Losing his mind, he had a lot of strength, and Weiwei was about to reach out to grab him when he got up, but was thrown away.

Regardless of the pain in his wrist, Weiwei crossed over from the bed to Sherlock's side and raised his hand and hit him—knocking him out.

She touched his neck, covered in cold sweat.Weiwei herself broke out in a cold sweat. She let out a long breath and began to consider the possibility of knocking people unconscious every time she committed a crime.

With great effort, she dragged him back to the bed, stuffed the syringe into the pocket of her pajamas, took Sherlock's towel from the bathroom to the bedroom, wiped his sweat before going back to the bathroom to put it away.

She looked in the mirror, and she was trembling in front of the mirror.

She took out the syringe from the pocket of her pajamas.Throw it away?she does not know.Should I throw it away? What if there is a withdrawal reaction?She gritted her teeth.

All the cocaine treatments she knows are ineffective, and the only way at present is just psychosocial care, so it's useless to knock Sherlock unconscious every time.

Weiwei stared at the syringe in a daze for a long time.

hiding?Where are you hiding?

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When Sherlock woke up the next morning, Vicky wasn't there.He had some difficulty remembering what happened the night before, touched the back of his neck, and felt a little pain, his former student really didn't hold back at all.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and pushed open the door.

Weiwei woke up when she heard the door opening.

"Are you still uncomfortable after waking up?" She was a little confused, but she still cared about his feelings in the first sentence.

"It's much better, thanks to your righteous action yesterday."

His tone was a little mocking, but Weiwei obviously didn't understand: "I'm going to make breakfast, by the way, I took the thing in your slippers to flush the toilet, Sherlock, use your will to quit this Thing, your willpower that Holmes is so proud of."

She had a severe headache, and went straight into the kitchen without seeing Sherlock's reaction. Of course, she didn't know that Sherlock stared at her back meaningfully for a long time after she finished speaking.

After this week, Weiwei was almost haggard.

Not to mention that she doesn't have time to put on makeup and groom herself like she did in the United States—after all, she is an office worker—when she is here, she has to take care of the little emotions of a certain big detective every day. The bad damage is really a bit big.

Sherlock said nothing.

Maybe he was measuring something, maybe he wasn't, but he didn't say anything.

While in the bathroom, the phone rang, and Sherlock took out the phone and took a look after brushing his teeth and washing his face in a leisurely manner.

It seemed that the criminals were all young, which allowed him to relieve his emotions.

When he left the bathroom, Weiwei had just finished breakfast.

"Go change your clothes, Vicky, there is a case." He behaved as usual.

Weiwei put the plate on the table and shrugged helplessly.

Sherlock knew that she might not be fit to go to the scene because she was in a bad state of mind, but he didn't say anything, since she was going to stare at him 24 hours a day, then... just stare.

Weiwei's stomach was empty, but she hardly felt any hunger. She went straight into the room without saying a word. When she came out after changing her clothes, she saw that Sherlock had finished his breakfast. Seeing her leaving the room, he was walking towards her, ready to Also enter the room to change clothes.

She wanted to say something, but just as she opened her mouth, her eyes went dark.

The world went dark for a while.

When she woke up, she was already lying on the sofa, and she could see his face vaguely. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a little concern in his eyes.

He was pinching her.

"It looks like it's not suitable for you to go out today." When he saw her wake up, he put down his hand.

He couldn't tell what his mental fluctuations were like, but he was indeed - he was worried for a few seconds, but after confirming that someone was just tired and hypoglycemic, his inexpressible thoughts all turned into sarcasm .

Using his hand, Vivi sat up: "It will be better after breakfast, I promised to keep an eye on you 24 hours a day, otherwise I can only tell Mycroft."

She has selfish motives.