[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Helen quickly ran to Sherlock's side, knelt down and checked.When she found out that he had just passed out, she relieved her nervousness a little bit.

However, after relaxing, all the previous discomforts came to my mind.

Whether it was her legs that were so soft that she could barely feel them, or the stone she picked up against her skin earlier.

Helen looked at her hands with disgust and fear, she was so wronged and scared that she was about to cry.

But she could only sob and carefully take out the wet tissue and wipe her hands carefully.

The blame that made her so uncomfortable, Helen put it on the murderer, and he must be caught as soon as possible!It's so hateful!

However, Helen glanced down at Sherlock. At this moment, she still had this bigger problem in front of her.

Helen squatted beside Sherlock with a sad face, carefully looking at him from various angles.

How to get him away?Sure enough, she still couldn't force herself to get him away.

Several plans flashed through Helen's mind, such as informing the police detectives of Scotland Yard to drag him down.

But thinking of Sherlock's distaste for Scotland Yard, she felt that it was not good to do so, and Sherlock probably would not be happy.

Of course she couldn't do the act of leaving Sherlock here alone for a night, she thought distressedly, should she stay here with him for a night?

However, Helen's eyes lit up when she saw the convenience store on the street.

She quickly ran to the store, bought a one-piece raincoat, put it on, and covered it outside her clothes.

Helen put the gloves on, then took a deep breath fully armed and dragged Sherlock back.

When Sherlock was finally dragged back to his house, Helen was almost exhausted.

She squatted with her hands on her back and panted heavily. She would never do this kind of thing again.

Helen put Sherlock on the floor of his living room, and she looked at each other between the bedroom and the sofa, hesitating.

It wasn't that Helen didn't want to send Sherlock back to his bedroom, it was because she felt that Sherlock was too dirty, and she couldn't bear to put him on the bed, even if it wasn't her bed.

Even if she put it on the sofa, she would hate it.Helen stood with her brows furrowed and pondered for a while, and finally her face cleared up and her eyes sparkled, and she took out another one-piece raincoat that she had been preparing all along. Fortunately, she had an extra one.

So, Helen put Sherlock's clothes on with great difficulty but with great enthusiasm, and then moved him to the sofa.

After all was done, Helen breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to leave, but after she glanced at Sherlock's posture, she couldn't help but stop and correct him.

Helen leaned down and placed Sherlock's hands upright in front of her chest, and placed his feet neatly side by side. It was best to straighten his head, and then adjusted his posture a few times. Only then nodded in satisfaction.

Helen felt that she had completed a big project, and she was in a good mood all the way home.

It's just that as soon as she opened the door, she saw a lively and fragrant beauty lying on the sofa in her house.

"Hey, sweetheart, you're back? Keeping me waiting!"

That beauty was drunk and hazy, lazy and charming, and extremely seductive.

"Rebecca?"

Helen looked at the girl who appeared in her house with some surprise, but she didn't show any disgust or rejection.

However, for some reason, she suddenly thought of Sherlock, and felt a weird sense of guilt.

The author has something to say: The author of the third class was so low that he hung up before driving out. The instructor next to him looked at me with a mentally handicapped expression and said, "Why do you want to take the driver's license test?" Xixi said With a dazed face: "..." I don't even know how I got hung up.The author has already fainted from crying in the toilet, realizing that he has made an outstanding contribution to the history of road test jokes.....

It’s already very late when I come back, I’m so tired that I can only code so much, I’ll be more sorry tomorrow