[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Mycroft was probably... a bit complicated when he knew Sherlock was getting involved with his students.

To be honest, he was a little hesitant to continue the surveillance, after all, it seemed that Sherlock's attitude towards his people had become worse...well, it was one thing, Mycroft didn't think much about it, although about him He would always go over the matter of his younger brother several times in his mind, but this time he was negligent.

Because too busy.

As an insignificant official of the British government, he could sit in front of his younger brother's TV all day in his spare time, but when he was busy, he didn't even have time to look at it.

As a result, by the time he heard from Letterman, his good brother had been with his student for another month.

One month.

He really wanted to get deeper information, but Lestrade, who didn't know his identity, gained the trust of the two Holmes brothers because of this ignorance and made him a detective, and because of this ignorance...he never No information was ever provided to Mycroft.

He took the time to listen to Anthea's report, and originally wanted to add more people... But now seeing that the people around him are too tight to spare, he shook his head and gave up.

"Let's just keep an eye on it, and wait..." He thought for a moment, and the job at hand would probably be over in a month, "I'll deal with it when I'm done."

One month, if he didn't go back, he would throw her back.

Sherlock doesn't need such a weakness.

If Mycroft knew what he had missed, he would regret it.

seriously.

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That day, Sherlock was doing an experiment at the Butts Hospital, so Weiwei didn't accompany him, but went to the office to find Jasmine.

In fact, the two of them have always only heard their names but not their people... Except that the two of them met in the early days when Weiwei was still at Cambridge University, and the little information after that came from Sherlock.

Molly likes Sherlock.

So she is very sensitive - she is sensitive to how much place the student, Miss Victoria Mayer, occupies in Sherlock's heart.She would give Sherlock a hand in her own small mind, saying that she was just watching and studying, and then would notice that occasionally he would frown because she had done something wrong, maybe handed the wrong tool.

Although Jasmine was the one who really studied medicine, standing beside Sherlock seemed to understand what Sherlock was going to do better than Weiwei.

Sherlock also bluntly complained that it is better for Viky to stand beside him, even though he will add later that you are not bad.

Sherlock is like a mischievous child.

Especially at this time.

He will deliberately express his inner dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction and pretend to be perfunctory. He doesn't care what others think because of his words. He is comfortable. It's other people's business to think about it. No one thinks anyway. understand him.

Occasionally, Sherlock would mention Weiwei in front of Jasmine, sometimes complaining about her stupidity, her slow movements, and even saying Jasmine that you are much better than Viky, at least your knowledge in this respect is still good.

He used very pertinent, gd.

Jasmine said Miss Victoria is not bad compared to what you taught her.

Sherlock fell silent.

Jasmine guessed that Sherlock was probably quite satisfied.

However, Weiwei's sources of information are scattered.She seldom hears about Jasmine from Sherlock. She usually hears Vincent hinting implicitly, "Yaoshou, your teacher is going to run away with the pure female forensic doctor..." This and that, and then there is Lestrade would occasionally say a few words about Sherlock's new love - after all, there are only a handful of magnetism around Sherlock, and Lestrade, who deserves to be called a good buddy, "August [-] is my frigid friend. The women(?)".

But now, two unfamiliar people are sitting in an office reading a book.

Weiwei is very natural, but Jasmine is a little uncomfortable.

Jasmine always feels that there is a sense of distance in Weiwei - she smiles at you, as if she is very close, but there is a sense of distance.

Now, she looked at her quietly.

When she turned to meet her eyes...

"Whoa!"

The book fell to the ground.

"Ah sorry!"

The student who peeped at my male god was caught, what should I do? I'm waiting online.

Weiwei didn't care.

She guessed it. She guessed Jasmine's feelings for Sherlock in just a few meetings. What's more, Jasmine, who lived in a pure environment, didn't really cover it up at all, it was just a little lame little thought.

Weiwei is actually a little... envious.

She's always been hiding everything...sometimes she even deceives herself.

Vivi also used this to figure out Sherlock's attitude...even though she guessed so at the beginning.

Under the condition that Jasmine's liking does not bother Sherlock, Sherlock will not comment on it. To him, this is just useless information, and he will just pretend not to know.

"It's not a big deal," Weiwei smiled, "I want to ask you something."

Jasmine's embarrassment was still a bit confounded, she stretched out her hand and scratched her cheek, then bent down to pick up the book, sat down, and subconsciously straightened her back when she saw Weiwei sitting upright.

Weiwei was a little hesitant, whether he should say it or not.

"Tell me." Jasmine's voice was soft and waxy, with the gentle feeling of a girl.

Weiwei lowered his eyebrows, and his heart suddenly drifted away, thinking that his professor seems to be a bit eel about Japanese and Korean makeup, and he might like this kind of gentle girl, but he feels that if he is really a gentle girl, he will have no chance... In fact, it is not bad Be gentle.

Hey, it feels like Sherlock has seen himself sweating profusely and lifting weights, so his good image is probably gone.At that time, her expression must have been very hideous.

She sighed inwardly.

So say it.

She didn't want others to know about Sherlock, as if it was her own desire for possession.

But she knew she couldn't do it.

She received Letterman's email, and mentioned vaguely that it was very busy there, and that the intern had finally achieved some results and was about to give up.She immediately read it out as a reminder—she went to Letterman's place for "advancement" under the instruction of Mycroft, and although Mycroft has not contacted her now, it is not too long ago.

And find Jasmine.

Jasmine liked Sherlock, and she would keep that a secret.

Of course, Wei Wei is not just someone who wants to keep a secret, what she needs to know is - drug substitution therapy for co/ca/alkaline withdrawal.

If it was Molly, it would be easy to get the medicine behind Mycroft's back.

Of course, she wasn't going to say it directly.

"I was an intern a while ago, wasn't I?" she smiled, "I happened to meet an AE about drug withdrawal. I'm curious if you know about it."

Jasmine seemed to be in a daze, and it took a while to realize: "Uh, what aspect are you referring to?"

Vivi raised her eyelids seemingly inadvertently: "I heard that Barts Hospital has been researching drugs recently..."

The door slammed open.

Weiwei looked up, Jasmine subconsciously stood up after turning around, both of them looked at the man at the door.

"I regret it, Viky," his tone was indifferent, although he said regret but his tone could not hear any regret, "I said I regret it, let's go back now."

His leather shoes made a thumping sound when they stepped on the floor, it wasn't too heavy, but step by step, it was like stepping on the apex of the heart, making it hard to breathe.

When he passed Jasmine, he glanced down but didn't seem to notice, then he directly grabbed Vivi's wrist and pulled her up forcibly.

"I said you can't ask me what you want to ask. Is there anything I don't understand?"

The distance of two steps was enough for him to finish a long sentence. He forcibly pulled him up and dragged him to the door. After shutting Weiwei outside, he leaned against the door and showed a friendly smile to Jasmine.

"Sorry for something, thank you for your hospitality," he added a soft filter to his sharp outlines when he laughed, "Thank you for lending her the book for Viky."

"Ah, it's okay..."

Jasmine's voice disappeared behind the closed door, and Jasmine couldn't see Sherlock's expression. The moment she turned around, she pressed a button to restore it, and it became like the system's default expressionless face.

Jasmine was still sitting where she was, she was a little unresponsive.

hindsight.

When she was caught peeking, she realized that Miss Victoria's eyes were different from many people's.

blurred.

Just like a layer of water mist, gently blowing can also create a blur of waves.

Weiwei was taken aback by Sherlock's forceful closing of the door, and then saw Sherlock's eyes of ten lovers who seemed to be dead drifted across her face coldly, and then grabbed someone's hand and walked out, like It's like a dog leash (...).

"Can I ask questions now?" Weiwei took a little effort to keep up with the pair of long legs that were racing, and Lu Weiwei was out of breath after speaking these few steps.

Sherlock was a little irritable, and even more irritable when he heard Weiwei's voice.

"To shut up."

Damn, if it wasn't for me...

You have been beaten to death countless times, okay?

Well although I can't beat you.

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Vivi's heart.

The two of them were silent all the way in the taxi, not because Vivi was afraid to talk, but because the driver was Mycroft's man after all, and Sherlock's emotions must be related to his addiction, so it was inconvenient to say it outside.

After returning home, once the door is closed, the family members can speak their own language, and they still have to ask what should be asked.

Weiwei is considerate of Sherlock, and Sherlock also understands Weiwei.

Of course he knew that Weiwei would ask him as soon as the door closed when he got home, so he made a statement after closing the door by mistake.

"I don't need drug substitution therapy, and I don't want Jasmine Amber to know about it." He said directly and clearly.

Vivi: ...

Who am I and where am I? Do I need to change my shoes now or just stand and talk to him?

Is this really Sherlock? If Sherlock is so honest, he might want to relapse...

"I wasn't thinking about relapse."

Oh he knows what I'm thinking again.

Weiwei squatted down to change his shoes, then stood up again, leaning against the shoe cabinet and looking up at him.

He looked down at her too, and his eyes seemed to be looking through hers.

Sherlock didn't explain, because he didn't want to understand that kind of thoughts and emotions, maybe he understood that he would give up this choice, but his intuition avoided this.

"I don't want anyone to know."

This sentence contains too much.

And the thought hidden in the deepest part is just... She accepts and tolerates his most embarrassing and out-of-control face, but he only wants her to see it.

There can be no one else.