[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Sherlock returned to Queen Street.

The case was not a difficult case, but the opponent was quite cunning. Rather than identifying the suspect, it was more troublesome to find out where the suspect was hiding.

Sherlock had already left Viky behind when he was busy with the case, but occasionally felt that without Viky, no matter who he was calling him, he would not be so handy—as expected, it would be more comfortable to bring her by his side.

After eating lunch, Weiwei continued to think wildly on the sofa, and fell asleep on her side at some point, including dinner, probably because she was used to sleeping with Sherlock, but now she was sleeping alone. Still sleeping on the sofa, without a quilt, she slept very lightly.

When the light came on, she woke up.

"Sherlock?" Her eyes hadn't opened yet, but she had instinctively called out his name.

"It's me." He frowned, "Why didn't you go to bed... It looks like you haven't even eaten dinner, no wonder you have been refusing to go to America, after all, you can't do without me."

Before Weiwei woke up, he was choked up by this sentence and couldn't speak.

Who refuses to go to America.

Well it's her.

"No... I'm waiting for you." Weiwei's face was still sleepy, and her eyes were almost swollen, "I want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock took off his gloves and stuffed them into the upper drawer of the shoe cabinet, then took off his coat, walked in to hang it, and felt a little cold, and was about to go to the fireplace. Sitting next to Weiwei, she hugged a warm guy together with her pillow.

Vivi: ...

I must be dreaming. It would be better for me to lie back.

Thinking of this, she silently wanted to break away Sherlock's hand and prepare to go on.

"Don't make a fuss, it's cold—take it easy, or it'll be hard."

Vivi: ...

It feels like the frequency of the ellipsis in her heart is a bit high today, and she really doesn't know what to say.

"There's the fireplace," she said dryly.

Sherlock didn't respond, but this lack of response probably means that hugging the fireplace (?) is useless, I just want to hug you or something.

"Sherlock, I think, you are a little abnormal today." Weiwei said very, um, very euphemistically (?).

She was so stiff now that she didn't dare to move, Sherlock's chin rested on her shoulder, holding her in his arms like a child.Under her buttocks are his solid thighs, and she can kiss his cheek with her sideways face.As for her heartbeat... now it was jumping wildly like a drugged rabbit, almost jumping out of her chest.

Sensing Vivi's excitement, Sherlock bent his mouth.

"I know this makes you feel happy, but you don't have to be so exaggerated," his voice was as magnetic as ever, even more confusing after deliberately lowering his voice, "although it may be a little uncomfortable, but you like it very much Isn't it, the freshness brought by the transformation of the relationship."

His voice was right next to her ear, and it was almost smudged red when he opened his mouth. The frosty voice was like pausing the brain, which was so relaxed that it couldn't function at all.

"A change in relationship?" Her brain repeated what he said like a snap.

Then he suddenly reacted and covered Sherlock's hand—this guy just hugged her, but... actually rubbed his fingers around her waist, and Weiwei almost went limp.

Obviously satisfied with the effect he had created, Sherlock, who had harvested a limp Vivi, stopped the rubbing movement, but turned his wrist around to wrap the man's hand in his hand, and kneaded it repeatedly.

His hands were a little cold, but hers were warm like a hand warmer.

She seemed to be holding her own breath, but she couldn't help letting out some air, and Sherlock could clearly hear her thin gasps, like a cat's paw scratching at her heart.

Weiwei felt that if this was a negotiation, then she must be the side that was crushed to death. Now her mind is a mess and she can't understand anything.

What was she thinking before falling asleep today?

"I said, why do you?" Weiwei swallowed hard, "Yesterday was the first time, but I think it's because you lost control, forget it, but you were sober this morning."

It seemed that she was too excited to speak, and Sherlock's chin moved slightly towards the side of her neck. Of course, he could feel her heartbeat that was even more exaggerated than his drugged.

Although Weiwei's words were confusing, Sherlock understood it easily.

"I thought we had an agreement, Viky," he said, still holding her hand, tightening it when he sensed that she was about to pull it away, "You care about me, undeniable, and After yesterday, I realized that maybe the relationship between us should be adjusted appropriately, of course I know that you have been looking forward to such a relationship adjustment for a long time, I followed your idea, and I can fully understand your happiness."

She understands every word, but she doesn't know what it means when they are connected together.

This posture makes Weiwei a little uncomfortable, although it is also when he is sleeping...but it is different now, he is awake now, and he is always moving around, feeling like a person who is allowed to be rounded and flattened by him Like a plush toy.

"Sherlock, I think, do you want to calm down?"

"Calm? I've always been calm." His tone revealed a hint of clarity, "Although I can understand your disbelief, don't let such stupid emotions last for too long, or I will laugh at you."

Weiwei swallowed again with difficulty.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost all her ability to think, just like when she was his student at the beginning, she could only listen to his words: "So, what's the relationship?"

As soon as the words came out, her speaking speed suddenly accelerated as if her consciousness had returned.

"I mean, Sherlock, last night I could understand, um, like you might smoke a cigarette when you want cocaine, so... kissing is just a...substitute for you Taste."

She didn't know that his brows were slightly frowned.

Weiwei continued to speak in a self-confident manner.

"Although the first kiss is very important for a girl," Weiwei's throat subtly choked, although it was that kind of...kiss, "but if it's Sherlock, I can understand..."

understand what?Can you not be responsible after understanding that he kissed?

Weiwei hesitated to say what she said, but wanted to take it back in annoyance.

"I mean……"

When it was over, she couldn't even say the word kiss.

"A normal person wouldn't regard... (dear) as being responsible for something..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The strength he squeezed her hand increased all of a sudden, the pain caused Vivi to swallow back what he wanted to say.

As if aware of Vivi's pain, Sherlock flinched, and Sherlock's movements were relaxed again, as if he was holding a small object to play with, and continued to massage gently.

"You don't need to use the principles of ordinary people to judge me. I think you should be very clear. Once I confirm something, there is little room for change."

Sherlock's tone became proud.

"I mean, regardless of how I've judged your feelings towards my change, even if you still treat me like a professor, I still have a way to make you change, instead of wasting time tangling back and forth, since you also have the same thoughts, I think we've settled our relationship now."

"So, what's the relationship?" She heard her own distraught voice.

"Fixed companion."

His tone was firm.

Vivi: ...

what it's like.

It's like flying.

To sum up her psychology, I have been secretly in love with my professor for a long time, but I have been holding back for a long time, and I dare not even express myself for fear of being discovered and taken away.Then suddenly Kaolin Flower took the initiative to kiss her one day and then told her the next day that they are now in a partnership and can kiss freely? ? ?

Didn't see any difference in Sherlock before?

Could it be that after one kiss, he fell in love with her... technique?

Weiwei almost trembled all over.

This is not sleeping, as for?

No wonder Lestrade wants to privately say that Sherlock is the first place in Great Britain. Man, my mother, although I am innocent, but Sherlock is...

"Sherlock, I thought you knew, really,... (kissing) doesn't mean anything, you will wake up soon..."

There was some annoyance in his tone - of course he understood what the word she was slurring over, which made him even more annoyed.

"I'm sober," he said emphatically, "it's you who's not sober."

"Last night, you didn't push away despite knowing that you might be a nicotine-like substitute, and you didn't push away this morning. You used to sleep with me, so you slept very lightly when I wasn't around. Wake up The first thing that comes to my mind is always me..."

Vivi turned around abruptly.

This time Sherlock let go of her hand obediently.

She covered his mouth.

Under the dim light, she could see that his original gray eyes were colored by the warm light, and she was imprinted inside.

"Enough Sherlock."

She avoided his eyes as if running away.

She wanted to say something, but what to say, what to say.

Just accept it, anyway, he has seen through it all, anyway...

Her head was in a mess.

The pillow fell to the ground at some point.

Weiwei finally had the courage to let go of his hands, then turned around slightly, put both hands around his neck, and held him tightly carefully, seeing that he didn't move.

Well, he knew she was excited and unreal.

In Sherlock's heart, that kind of faint sense of being mentally retarded came out all of a sudden.

After hugging for a while, Weiwei's breathing and heartbeat finally returned to calm.

Ah, her breath fell on the back of his neck, a little itchy.