[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"I don't think it's an urgent case."

As if he didn't care what Lestrade was thinking, Sherlock crossed his legs and looked leisurely.

"You come here for another purpose, let me guess? For example, you want to invite me to your wedding."

Lestrade was hardly surprised, and he was still a little bit embarrassed by the previous embarrassment.Usually at this time, he probably looked at Weiwei, meaning that Sherlock is like this again.

But today he didn't.

He is also getting married.Of course he knew what the marks on Weiwei's neck meant... Well, although he didn't see the marks, he knew there were.

Sherlock's eyes swept across Lestrade like X-rays.

"I mean, little detective who is about to get married, why don't you solve your little case? This case won't need me...otherwise you wouldn't be so leisurely."

He snorted softly.

Lestrade was a little hesitant, he was looking at Weiwei now.

Weiwei smiled helplessly: "I wish you a happy wedding Lestrade, I think he doesn't want to go out today..."

Her tone was hesitant.

But Sherlock had already stood up while Weiwei was speaking, and took out his violin from an unknown corner, and then stood in front of the window, with the violin resting on his neck and about to draw the bow.

Lestrade was a little hesitant to leave, and the next second the high-pitched and piercing sound of the piano began to damage the eardrum.

Lestrade glanced at Sherlock's back.

"Well, I won't bless him when you get married... If I do, it's for your sake."

Probably after debugging, Lestrade was in the mood to joke about Vivi, but frowned slightly because of the harsh voice.

Weiwei was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say, so she could only smile awkwardly.

Lestrade didn't care, and waved his hand: "Okay, I'm going to work, let's leave first."

He didn't care whether Weiwei responded or not, and left in a hurry.

Just as Lestrade closed the door, Sherlock put down the piano.

Weiwei was not sure what to say next, but Sherlock suddenly spoke.

"Send the plague god."

He said.

Vivi:? ?

Sherlock arrogantly threw the qin aside, without explaining.

After thinking about it for a while, Weiwei understood, feeling a little helpless.She moistened her throat and spoke hesitantly.

"Lestrade seems to have some misunderstanding between us."

Sherlock sat back on his little sofa and looked at Weiwei with his fingers interlocked.

"Are you on your medication. I mean your neck."

His words were abrupt, but his tone was not unnatural.He didn't answer Vivi's last sentence.Since that was an obvious statement and it was true, there was nothing to respond to, for Sherlock.

"Ah, you didn't take the medicine. It seems that I just remembered that there is no medicine in this house. Do you need me to accompany you out to buy it?"

His tone was eager to try.

Weiwei: That's enough, I know you just want to take me out for a walk to see if there are any cases (.)

But she nodded anyway.

She's always unconditionally supportive of him... well... except for one thing.isn't it?

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Maybe it's because what the body craves has not been satisfied, Sherlock became irritable and even a little scary... As a last resort, he even reduced the frequency of walking.

In order not to let Mycroft and Old Parker notice, there is no one who can enter this room on Queen Street except Vivi... Vivi has to go out to replenish some food reserves every time Sherlock rests, Sometimes she would take Sherlock to accompany her to the supermarket.

Occasionally, when I go to the supermarket, I can come across one or two cases.

This life has been going on for a month.In fact, Letterman should have gone back a long time ago, but Weiwei has not left for a long time.She felt that if she left someone, she might...

She was a little hesitant...whether this is right or not.

She meant...was it right to hide it from Mycroft?

But she couldn't help it.

Her heart ached every time she saw him vulnerable and miserable, and she couldn't refuse when he begged softly not to tell Mycroft.

Sometimes he was so sleepy that he held her in his arms and strangled her to sleep——Weiwei couldn't have any ambiguous thoughts at all, because it was really strangling her so hard that she couldn't breathe. Kind of, can't break it apart.

Every time, she tried to break his arm apart at night, and he reluctantly let it go, but when she was about to get out of bed, his arm stretched out again and strangled her tightly to prevent her from getting off.

Weiwei was not sure whether he was awake or asleep... She was very conflicted.

The final result is that she got used to it... Well, anyway, sleeping on a big bed is much more comfortable than that small sofa bed, whether someone likes to hug him or not, anyway, someone doesn't feel anything about this or that, anyway, it's a good thing she.

Maybe it's because Weiwei didn't struggle much anymore, and Sherlock hugged her less tightly afterwards.

But Weiwei still didn't choose to go back to her small sofa bed and continue to sleep...she just wanted to...well.

Later, even if Weiwei slept on the sofa bed at first, she would find herself rolling into Sherlock's arms the next day—as for why, well, it's good to know it well.

Or maybe it's because the smell on his body is really reassuring, and Weiwei's sleep has improved a lot.

She didn't know Sherlock did either.

Vivi felt that maybe Mycroft would know about Sherlock soon... because Vincent saw Sherlock roll up his sleeves that time.

After Vincent found out, he looked at Vivi hesitantly, but Vivi and Sherlock seemed to be stuck together, and he didn't find a chance to talk to Vivi alone——Vincent is a very gentle person, he There was no such thing as accusing something in front of Sherlock.

To be honest... Vincent's character is doomed that he will not say anything even if he finds out, and he wants to tell Vivi because... yes he likes her, so he wants her to stay away from this addict , it's for her own good.

He liked her even Sherlock could tell.

Sherlock scoffed at this - Vincent never really got along with his Vicky at all, it was just a feeling that deepened through the distance, waiting to be together to find that his goddess was actually lazy ) and stupid (no need for a reason), and he will back off after waking up a woman with gum in her eyes.

But all of this has been accepted by Sherlock.

Not necessarily... Vincent might not retreat either.It's just that she always had Sherlock Holmes by her side, and he didn't have that chance.

Sherlock was in a very irritable mood that day.

Maybe it was because Weiwei paid too much attention to Vincent and Anderson, or maybe it was something else.In short, Sherlock felt that nothing was going well that day.

The case is half solved... After Sherlock came to a conclusion, he didn't even want to explain it. He just thought that his fun had been exhausted, and he dragged Weiwei to go back.

He was probably still sane, and he still remembered dragging Weiwei away.

Back on Queen Street, Sherlock was sulking for some reason as soon as he threw himself on the sofa.

"Aren't you feeling well today?" Weiwei was a little helpless.

Sherlock turned around, facing the inside of the sofa, and snuggled up.

It was dusk, and when Sherlock entered the room, he dragged Vivi, and no one turned on the lights.When I went out, the curtains were drawn, and the room was a bit dark.Weiwei sighed, walked around the coffee table, and picked up the pillow that Sherlock had thrown on the ground.

"I said, have you ever considered using drug substitution therapy... I can't find any information, but it doesn't mean that you know less."

She picked up the pillow and wanted to put it on another sofa, but Sherlock quickly snatched the pillow away, got up a little, pushed the pillow to the back of her waist, and lay down again.

It's kind of... ironic.

Like a child.

His eyes were tightly shut, really like a child having a temper tantrum.

"Don't turn on the light."

Even with his eyes closed, he knew the meaning of Weiwei's footsteps.

Vivi stopped obediently.

"Didn't you notice your own nails growing, Sherlock," she said to him kindly, "I'll cut them for you."

Sherlock didn't make a sound, and Weiwei knew that there was no objection, so she went to the door and turned on the light.

Sherlock frowned suddenly when the lights came on.

"I don't want to use your little nail clippers. There's a set on the bottom shelf of the cabinet under the TV. Take that."

He rather disliked her girly pink package with patterns... nail clippers.

Vivi smiled silently.

"I am not your maid, Sherlock."

Her heart skipped a beat——

She hid that thing in that cabinet.

She opened the drawer...all the way, she knew that the thing was just under the nail clipper set, she took out the nail clippers as usual and closed the drawer.

Sherlock was still lying upright, with his hands clasped under his chin.

"when are you going back?"

He noticed when she was approaching, and stretched out his right hand directly.

Weiwei looked down at his right hand. She was very familiar with these hands—she had seen him hold up a gun, picked up a utensil, plucked the strings of a zither, and seen him touch her face. Put on makeup, and...

She was also held by these hands more than once.

Although at that time, she didn't have any ambiguous thoughts, but now she has.

She held his hand, his nails did grow a little longer.

"When you don't have so many addictions." Vivi smiled, "I remember you and Jasmine have a good relationship, I heard from Lestrade."

The sound of nail clipping was crisp, and Weiwei was talking while cutting carefully.

"Any questions?"

Her hand was soft and warm, touching his fingertips lightly.

He wasn't a physical person, but he never disliked her.

"I said, anyway, she's not from Mycroft. Regarding drug substitution therapy, it's a good choice to go through her, isn't it?"

Vivi seemed careless.

Sherlock didn't answer.

Weiwei couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was in her heart, her eyes were fixed on his nails... a little pink, gentle and not like Sherlock's usual cold appearance towards outsiders.

She changed the subject.

"How did you cut it before?"

"Old Parker will cut it for me." He replied directly.

Then he heard a little smile in her tone.

"I guessed it, I know that your nail clippers will be placed so deep, you will definitely not cut it yourself." She carefully followed the edge of the long nails.

Sherlock's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

He cut it himself.

Otherwise, his nails must have been more than this long in the past month.

——When Vicky was nervous just now, he was also a little nervous.

He was worried that she would find out that the drawer had been turned over by him.Fortunately she didn't.

She did not.

Sherlock found out that night when he was a little uncomfortable being stuck by his nails, and when he got up in the middle of the night to cut his nails.

His addiction came out all at once, but he held back.

He couldn't even explain the reason...he was quitting, but why was he doing this.