[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Of course Sherlock knew about Vivi's plan to leave, and he could easily understand that if Vivi really wanted to leave him, it must be because of some unstoppable external factors, such as she should go back to study.

In fact, he should be happy, if she is not here, he can be free.

But he didn't want to... Even if he lost control in front of her, maybe he was used to the feeling of her being by his side, or maybe that thing changed his brain and made him a little at a loss...

He found that his perception of himself seemed to have declined.

He was struggling in the chaos, and maybe at some point he would lose control again.

Drug replacement therapy was temporarily left behind, and all Weiwei could see was that the frequency of Sherlock's loss of control seemed to be getting lower and lower... Earlier, she would lose her temper every day, and fight once every few days, and Weiwei had recorded it , she was a little unsure if it was time for her to leave.

Now he has been calm for 11 days.

She was still worried, she wasn't sure if Sherlock really fully acknowledged the harm that thing did to him psychologically, and she couldn't be sure if Sherlock had reverted to his old ways after she left.

Maybe she shouldn't have taken it up in the first place and told Mycroft, but she...

It's crazy.

Vivi felt a little helpless.

This afternoon she finally decided to put the matter of leaving on the agenda.

So she watched Sherlock find a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, exhaled long, lazily leaning on the sofa, showing hesitant to speak.

Sherlock didn't speak, and didn't ask Vivi what she wanted to ask, he knew she would speak by herself.

He doesn't avoid Weiwei smoking now, probably because it's an addiction anyway, and although the nicotine is a little weaker, it can be comforted anyway.

"I'm thinking, what will you do after I'm gone?"

Weiwei looked at the flickering light on his cigarette butt, and looked at him with his chin propped up.

She didn't want to hand it over to Jasmine.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"I think you're doubting my self-control."

"Your self-control has long been worthless." Weiwei looked at him with one corner of her mouth raised.

When she was his student before, she seldom looked at him like this, but since she came back from further studies, the relationship between the two of them seemed to have changed a bit, and Weiwei seemed to be unscrupulous in everything.

Sherlock said nothing.

"You seem to have avoided this topic once. I can understand that you don't trust your self-control. Do you need me to keep an eye on you?"

She stopped talking abruptly, as Sherlock's eyes suddenly became...

His eyes pierced the smoke in front of him, looking at her without emotion.

It was rare for Weiwei to see him like this, his heartbeat stopped for a beat, then he smiled dumbly, shrugged his shoulders to get rid of his emotions, and did not speak again.

He really turned his eyes away and didn't look at her.

And Weiwei was full of thoughts—what happened to him, why did he do that suddenly.

What triggers his emotional points?

But she couldn't think of it no matter what—it was because she was leaving.

The two of them stayed at home for a day, and Sherlock, who had nothing to do, usually lived a very regular life, so he went to bed for nothing at ten o'clock.By the time Sherlock came out wearing his expensive and comfortable bathrobe after taking a shower, Weiwei had already blown her hair and was slowly applying a mud film to her face. looked at him ignorantly.

Sherlock: ...

His movements were faster than words, and as soon as he loosened his hands, he took off the towel that was covering his head and dropped it on his shoulders, then took out the mask brush from Vivi's hand and stuffed the hair dryer into her hand.

Vivi: ...

Well, I'll help him dry his hair later and just wash off the mask.

Weiwei no longer cared about her image in front of Sherlock.In fact, she only cared about it for a while when she first moved here to live with Sherlock, but later on she got used to it and it didn't matter, and even though she realized that she liked it, she didn't deliberately avoid it, anyway, he'd seen everything about her, Don't care about this moment.

As soon as Sherlock lay down on the sofa, Vivi sat aside, then Sherlock spontaneously rubbed his head against her thigh, and his *hair wet Vivi's pajama pants.

"You didn't wipe it at all, so what are you doing with a towel?"

Weiwei turned on the hair dryer, and after confirming that the temperature was suitable, she blew on Sherlock's head. Because she was wearing a mask, her speech was a bit vague, but it would be fine if it didn't hinder Sherlock's understanding.

"In order not to wet my clothes."

He replied.

Vivi's hand stopped.

Good, didn't want to wet her bathrobe, so could wet her pants.

This logic gives full marks, not afraid of your pride.

Weiwei's hand became stronger, and pressed hard on Jin Gui's brain as if in revenge, and within a few seconds, it returned to its original softness, following his rare, less curly curls due to being wet. s hair.

She didn't notice that the corners of Sherlock's mouth curled up slightly.

Blowing and blowing his hair, Sherlock seemed to fall asleep. Weiwei was a little unsure if he was asleep, but she still turned off the hair dryer considerately, and carefully supported his head on a pillow, and then Leave lightly.

After washing off the mask in the bathroom, she leaned on the sink and let out a long breath.

She was still wondering what happened to Sherlock's mood today, and she didn't look like an addict anymore.But after thinking about it, there was no result, so Weiwei could only sigh and keep this matter to himself.

When Weiwei returned to the room, she moved lightly, without even turning on the light, and carefully prepared to climb onto her sofa bed.

"come over."

She heard his voice was a little low, and there seemed to be a hint of bewitchment in the darkness.

"You haven't slept yet." She replied dryly.

Instead of responding to what she said, he repeated it.

"Come to sleep."

Although we have slept together many times, it is not like this most of the time. Weiwei is a little shy.With a tomato face in the dark, she coughed a little before recovering her voice: "I said, this is inappropriate..."

"come here."

He repeated again, without impatience in his tone.

Wei Weiben pinched the corner of the quilt, let go of it at this moment, and approached him a little timidly. As soon as he reached his bedside, he felt his scorching palm against her waist, making her almost go limp.

He could feel her trembling slightly.

After scooping him up under his blanket and hugging him tightly, Sherlock didn't move.

"Hello, Sherlock."

Her voice seemed to come from his heart.

Sherlock didn't respond to her, and held her head with one hand and hugged her waist with the other.

"I don't want to go over in the middle of the night and bring you over... You should be used to it by now, right. Go to bed now."

Vivi: ...

"I'm suffocating."

she says.

"Impossible, you sleep like this every night."

He quickly denied it.

Vivi: ...

"But I'm suffocating now."

Sherlock: ...

With the hand that was holding Weiwei's head down slightly, he supported the side of her neck, pulled her out, and then adjusted her posture.

"You can sleep now, if you talk nonsense again, I'll throw your head off, anyway, you haven't made much progress."

Weiwei: I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

Although it was rarely like this when she was awake, but probably because she was used to Sherlock's embrace, Wei Weiben thought that she would not be used to it, but in fact she fell asleep very quickly.

What she didn't know was that after she fell asleep, the person who seemed to have fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Sherlock thoughtfully, making out her outline in the dark.

No one knew what he was thinking.

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No. On the 14th day, Weiwei once again mentioned that she should return to the United States.

"It looks like you're in a hurry." Sherlock flipped the pages of the newspaper, and threw it aside a little irritably, "Oh my god, are all the criminals in London thinking of using British food? It looks like it brought them a lot of food. Great satisfaction, so are you sure you don't want to go out for a walk now to see if there is any case?"

Weiwei sighed: "Sherlock, I'm not a signal transmitter for a case. Cases don't just come and go..."

"But it happened every time before." He immediately refuted her.

Vivi: ...

"Let's discuss the matter of leaving first, and then consider the case later."

"Why do you think that your departure is more important than a case?" He tilted his head slightly and looked at him with incredible eyes, "Who gave you the illusion?"

Vivi: ...

"At least when I'm here, you can still negotiate the conditions, and say that you will take me out to see if there is a case, but when I'm not here, you don't even have to negotiate the conditions." She said in an old spirit.

Sherlock: "Sure enough, your wings are hardened. I feel a little sad for our once deep relationship that was abandoned."

"So you think we still have a so-called deep relationship." Weiwei burst out laughing.

Sherlock showed that straight look again.

Weiwei immediately conceded defeat and changed her words: "Well, the relationship between us two is also very deep now."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Weiwei was silent for half a second, trying to bring the topic back: "I was going to say what will you do after I leave, I think your attitude towards Jasmine is pretty good, how about I let her stare at you?"

So irritating.

Sherlock's inner depression seemed to pile up again, but the bastard who had always been his emotional receptor took out his mobile phone as if he didn't notice it.

Sherlock knew that she must be sending messages to Gaston Marco. Since the two of them lived together, Sherlock didn't even use Gaston's number to reply to messages at night, so as to prevent Weiwei from finding any clues. That number has been around for a long time. It's gone.

So irritating.

Want to take drugs.

Sherlock threw the newspaper on the table and dropped it, then leaned over and took the cigarette case from under the coffee table.

"Help me light the fire." He ordered.

Weiwei sighed, the edited message was not sent out, and the screen went black, stood up and picked up all the newspapers he threw away, and put them in the corner of the coffee table, then took out the lighter, sat beside him, Set fire to him.

"Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

This time, no matter how dull Weiwei was, she would know that Sherlock was changing the subject.

She doesn't like the smell of secondhand smoke very much, but she rarely avoids it when he smokes.Weiwei thought, perhaps it was because the person in front of her was Sherlock Holmes, she still quite liked the gentleman with a pipe in the nineteenth century.

She seemed to see something through him when he smoked.

After Sherlock took a deep breath and exhaled deeply, Weiwei felt that even if he was impatient, she had to speak.

"I'm serious, Sherlock, even if I don't want to leave, I think Mycroft will drive him away," Weiwei tried to speak softly to him, "I don't trust you."

The relapse rate of coca base is 100%

"You can say it if you want to," the voice from his smoke-stained voice was a little... sexy, "Anyway, you are an adult and can make your own decisions."

He didn't look at Weiwei again, and continued to smoke. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Weiwei took the ashtray and put it on the side of the sofa, still hesitating to speak.

Weiwei didn't speak, just sat sideways and looked at him, as if in a daze.

After Sherlock had a cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can accurately, then got up and moved.

He didn't explain anything to Weiwei, and his behavior never needed to be explained to anyone... including Weiwei of course.