[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Just when Vivi was sitting in the living room rubbing his eyes and Sherlock was in a daze like a sculpture, Lestrade came to the door again.

Hearing the knock on the door, Vivi subconsciously got up to open the door, but took down the egg and found that Sherlock had already walked to the door and opened it.

Lestrade was startled when he saw Sherlock open the door.

"Is Victoria not here, Sherlock, you actually came to drive..."

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock didn't bother to talk to him, and turned around, revealing Weiwei who was sitting on the sofa.

"Oh Victoria your eyes are so swollen..."

Vivi stood up silently, ready to entertain the guest with coffee, after all Lestrade often brought cases to Sherlock.

"She's swollen from crying," Sherlock said impatiently, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of Vivi or because of Lestrade's redundant words, "Viky, what are you doing standing up, rub your eyes, or even Lei Strade will laugh at you."

While sitting next to Weiwei, he pushed down Weiwei who was about to get up.

Lestrade: ...

I have a lot of doubts in my heart, but it's really hard to ask them out_(:3ゝ∠)_

Vivi's eyes are much better than when he just woke up, but they are still a little swollen. After being pressed down by Sherlock, Vivi wanted to reach out and continue to touch the egg, but after thinking about it, it still didn't work. Lestrade came to give a gift (Case) You can't even stand up without pouring a glass of water.

"What are you doing again?"

Sherlock's tone became a little harsh.

"I'll get Lestrade a cup of coffee."

Weiwei smiled at Lestrade in embarrassment, tugged at the hem of her clothes and was about to go to the kitchen, when a force behind her grabbed her hand again and made her fall down suddenly.

Lestrade watched Sherlock and his ex-student look at each other affectionately for a while, then put the egg back into Vivi's hand.

"For the sake of yesterday's first time, if you insist on pouring coffee for him, I will come this time."

he said haughtily.

"Now your main task is to rub your ugly, swollen eyes like goldfish. I mean, it affects my mood too much."

He stood up and found that Weiwei was still looking at him, turned his head slightly and glanced over.

Vivi: ...

Silently put the egg paste on the eyes and continue to rub.

Wait, God the first time?

???

Weiwei's facial expression cracked inch by inch.

Faceless.

Lestrade: ...

When Sherlock passed Lestrade, he stepped on Lestrade's foot directly, and then walked towards the kitchen with a normal expression.

Lestrade: ...

Although I guessed last time that the two must have carried out some kind of unknown py transaction

But still feel a bit sore

looks like i could have sherlock as best man

if sherlock wants to marry next

Oh my god

I can't imagine Sherlock in a suit and leather shoes reading the wedding vows

poor vincent

He still doesn't know that his goddess was abducted by his goddess' teacher

God damn it was the first time yesterday

Looks like it was an attempted drive last time.

Sherlock has never driven a car, don't know if he has a driver's license

Scared

Does Sherlock really have that organ?

That's what normal men do.

If Sherlock had seen Lestrade's inner drama, he would have ridiculed Lestrade expressionlessly-don't you want more drama?

Lestrade endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, sat on the sofa and coughed.

Vivi felt a little guilty for no reason.

"So, last time, wasn't it the first time?"

Lestrade asked politely.

Weiwei: "Huh?"

When Sherlock came over with the cup, he saw Viky blushing almost to the point of smoking. He frowned and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.Long legs walked to Lestrade's side, and stuffed the cup into Lestrade's hand——

hiss!

Lestrade was inexplicable looking at someone who didn't even bother to pretend to be perfunctory and showed a sincere smile (?) and said rry in an almost gloating tone, and sat down next to Weiwei.

Lestrade felt like he was about to throw the half glass of water back with his backhand.

Damn no coffee, just poured water and spilled it on me? ? ? ?Sherlock you? ? ? ?Is it brother? ? ? ?

And it's cold water.

Lestrade hugged Sushou(?) himself distressedly.

But before Lestrade could attack, Sherlock's subwoofer sounded again.

"Looks like you had a nice evening with your fiancée yesterday, even though you took a shower in the morning and it still smelled of her - maybe you did it again after you got up and looked a little rushed because I can Judging your position from the creases in your pants, I won't say it directly because Viky is still a bit shy about it."

Vivi, Lestrade: ...

Weiwei really wanted to bury herself so as not to face everything at this moment.

It felt like Sherlock had taken the wrong medicine.

Oh, he didn't take his medicine.

"It seems that you are here to trouble me with a small case again, and I can help you solve your small problem because I am in a good mood today," Sherlock snorted softly, "As for Viky, you look like you And I don't want to hang out in front of those young Scotland Yard detectives who adore you..."

Sherlock paused suddenly.

Otherwise, it's better to bring viky, and save the group of estrous animals whose male hormones are completely out of control. The animals are always coveting him.

Forget it, her eyes are swollen, and it's windy outside today, so it will hurt.

So Sherlock took it naturally: "Viky, take care of the house, I'll be back soon."

Weiwei froze for a moment, the blush on his face hadn't subsided, and he stared blankly at him.

"Sherlock? I remember you said it was 24 hours a day..."

"Do not you trust me?"

Sherlock gave a low laugh.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. If you don't believe me, just come back and check."

"Lestrade, it's time to go."

After he got up, seeing Lestrade get up and walk towards the door almost mechanically, he suddenly turned his head and bent down to press a kiss on Weiwei's lips.

Lestrade, who had just realized why Sherlock hadn't moved, turned his head back, and quickly turned back again.

Damn I didn't see anything.

Axi, this world is really too mysterious.

Omg what did I hear.

This time, Sherlock was quite gentle, taking a taste of it, removed the hand covering a certain girl's dazedly opened eyes, and rubbed it on her head.

Sherlock was in a good mood.

After brushing my teeth, I feel that the whole person is much fresher.

He tugged at the collar of his clothes, saw Lestrade standing at the door like a door god with no silver of 300 taels, and returned to his usual expressionless face.

Lestrade: ...

I feel a pain in my chest and a cold heart.

Ah, really, my heart is a little cold.

Oh, it was the water that Sherlock just knocked over. *The sweater really makes people feel very cold, and feel that they are very bad, and they need to be kissed by their fiancée to be good.

Damn it, he didn't take a sip of the water that Sherlock poured himself.

What a pity.

Hey Lestrade, you are so stupid. Han, does your fiancée know :)

The door is closed.

Weiwei touched her own face in disbelief.

Sherlock's tongue just stuck in.

He is awake.

Finally realizing what happened, Weiwei regained her senses, screamed suddenly, and lay down on the sofa with her face buried in the pillow.

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

This Sherlock might be fake.

But it was true that he kissed me.

ah ah ah ah ah ah

#The professor without organs suddenly kissed me, and it was the kind of 18-year-old kiss in a sober state, what should I do?

When the deadly heat subsided, Weiwei suddenly calmed down.

Terrible.

Too many questions.

Out of control last night, Weiwei can understand his kiss - after all, what cocaine brings is only the excitement of the dopamine hormone system, and life can also bring a certain sense of pleasure caused by dopamine.

Although he stopped, it is undeniable that he initially regarded her as a kind of... a catharsis point for desire/desire.

Thinking of this, Weiwei suddenly became sober.

But he was sober just now, is he still excited?

Weiwei couldn't help biting her lip.

It feels like a dream, maybe I haven't woken up last night.

Weiwei hugged the pillow tightly, shrinking herself to a tiny size.

If Sherlock realized that he liked her overnight... this thought was forcibly suppressed by Weiwei as soon as it came to Weiwei's mind.How is it possible, Sherlock, even if he finds out that he has feelings, he can't choose to accept it, but he will choose to kill it in the bud.

This thought made her feel uncomfortable again.

So, she's still just a catharsis, isn't she?

Weiwei felt depressed, and had many possibilities in his mind.

She turned around irritably, facing outwards, lying down feeling uncomfortable and turned around again, facing inwards.

Even though he is not here at the moment, she still remembers the feeling of being kissed by him, the fierce collision last night, and the gentle farewell just now.

Weiwei almost suspected that it wasn't Sherlock Holmes at all, because the character design was so broken that she didn't even see it.

But he is.

Sherlock, who was already sitting in the police car with Lestrade, didn't have many troubles. For him, since the relationship has been established, then this is just what he should do, and it is also a kind of way for him to be a regular partner. Right, because he found that kisses like that gave him pleasure.

When facing the case, he is confident that he will still be the calm and rational Sherlock who is not shaken by emotion. He has always been proud of his unique self-control.

He can do well.

In contrast, Lestrade's mind is probably full of...

Ah, I'm so cold. It's really uncomfortable when the sweater is pressed against my chest. My mother, but seeing Sherlock's collapse, I feel that today's ticket price is already worth it. But really, it's so cold and uncomfortable...

After entering the scene of the crime, Sherlock saw Vincent's hesitation at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Do you want to ask why Viky didn't follow me today?" He looked at this 'baby' forensics detective patiently, and even waited for Vincent to nod his head with interest before continuing, "Yesterday Too tired at night, her eyes are a little swollen and it's inconvenient to go out today."

Seeing the little detective's face froze, Sherlock realized that he really couldn't get used to this brat for a long time.

what.

Such a faint sense of pleasure.

Lestrade, who had seen through everything, felt unloved.

Sherlock, probably, opened the door to a new world.