[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

After talking with her parents, Josie made a plan to skip a grade. She thought it was not worth wasting too much time on learning the basic courses she had already mastered, so she skipped directly to the last two years of high school. In order to be admitted to a better design school, Qiao Qian began to prepare the portfolio required for applying to the Department of Architecture and Design, and at the same time began to pay attention to the list of ideal universities.

Josie met Andre during a university visit. Andre Murray was a third-year student at University College London. He was a student at Josie's current school. Introducer.Andre is a gentle and refined boy, probably because he studies literature. He is very talkative but not abrupt. Josie has just known him for a morning and has a good impression.

This time, after learning the lesson from Luka last time, Josie started using the mind-reading ability on Andre early on, and the result was very satisfactory to Josie. She didn't find anything abnormal about Andre, so After exchanging mobile phone numbers, the two chatted logically, and the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

November 15th was Josie's [-]th birthday. On this day, as usual, Carly planned to cook a table of delicious meals and invite the Holmes family to celebrate together.

Sherlock arrived in the evening, and it was Allen who opened the door for Sherlock. He was sitting in the living room with Mr. Holmes, Carly and Mrs. Holmes were preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Sherlock changed his shoes in the hall—because As a frequent visitor, Carly prepared a pair of slippers for Sherlock, and of course, Holmes and his wife also had them; after changing the shoes, he glanced around, but Josie was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Josie?"

Alan opened the door and walked back to the living room to sit down. He was dissatisfied when he heard Sherlock's question, "Sherlock, shouldn't you greet me first? I'm your professor, and I'm talking to your parents now." meet."

"Meeting parents and teachers never makes me nervous, and my grades are very good." Sherlock said as he hung the coat he had taken off on the coat rack, next to Josie's coat.

Josie didn't go out, if she wasn't downstairs, she was upstairs.

Sherlock ignored Professor Jonathan who was complaining to his father about his disrespect, and went straight upstairs. Josie's room was very recognizable, only her door was painted light yellow in the whole family.

Sherlock skipped the step of knocking, and wanted to open the door directly. To his surprise, Josie actually locked the door. He was stunned for a second, and then walked to Alan's study with ease and took some He snapped a pin, straightened it, and deftly pried open Josie's door.

There was no one in the room, but there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and Josie was taking a bath in it.

Sherlock threw the pins in his hand that were almost broken due to lockpicking into the trash can, wandered around the room casually, and then sat down on the soft sofa by the window. Josie put the phone on the On the low table next to the sofa, as soon as Sherlock sat down, he saw the mobile phone that had received a new text message.

To see, or not to see?

Sherlock stared at Josie's phone and thought for three seconds, but still couldn't help reaching out to pick it up.

"Happy birthday, Josie, go and check your mailbox, I have prepared a surprise for you." ——am During this period of time, Josie often goes to London on weekends, and Sherlock uses a little trick to know She went to find a student from University College London named Andre Murray, and then he did a small experiment of remotely checking text messages. In addition to finding that Andre was a perfect social etiquette, he also had a lot of things he didn't have. Apart from the knowledge of literature, it seems that all the characters are flawless, there is no tendency to violence, and there is no Oedipus plot.

And Josie also seemed to have a good impression of the other party. Sherlock looked at the phone in his hand, and his fingers were uncontrollably scrolling through other text messages.

It's nothing more than some daily greetings and talking about literature and architecture.

Sherlock felt a little bored, so he turned off the phone and put it back on the low table.

"Click."

The door of the bathroom was opened, and Josie, who was wearing a bathrobe and covered her head with a towel, was coming out. Josie was very familiar with her room, so even if she was covered with a towel and could not see her way, she could accurately navigate in the room. Find what you want in there.

Josie picked up the hair dryer on the bedside, and then dried her hair on her own. She turned her back to Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't make a sound. He looked at Josie's back, and the bathrobe was loose. Wearing it on her body, revealing her slender white legs, she stepped on the wooden floor of the room with her bare feet, with water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair beside her feet.

It wasn't until Josie dried her hair and turned around to go to the low table to get her mobile phone that she was taken aback by Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa looking at her.

"omg! Sherlock! Why are you in my room!" Josie tried to check the locked windows and the closed door from the inside before she took a shower.

"I broke in." Sherlock said calmly, then glanced at the neckline of Josie's bathrobe, "Your bathrobe is too loose."

"what?"

"The collar of your bathrobe is open."

"...cough cough"

Josie looked down at her neckline, coughed twice in embarrassment, then silently folded the neckline, and tightened the belt of the bathrobe by the way.

"Why are you looking for me in such a hurry? Can't we wait until I go downstairs?" Josie walked to the door, bent down to check the lock, "You didn't break my lock, did you?"

"It took me less than 20 seconds to pry open your door lock, your door lock..."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell me about my door lock." Josie opened the door, stood by the door, and pointed out with one hand, "Can you go out now? I have to change clothes. "

Sherlock stared at Josie, seeing that the other party was determined, so he had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the door.

"Your phone just had a text message."

Josie frowned, glanced at the phone that was still on the low table, then looked up at Sherlock, with a suspicious tone, "You peeked at my phone again?"

"I just clicked on it accidentally, and I saw it," Sherlock strode out of the door, "Someone gave you a birthday present, and it's in your mailbox."

"Although thank you very much for telling me, but please don't look through my phone again in the future."

Sherlock didn't answer right away, he just looked down at Josie's angry face, and said, "There is a case at University College London, which happened at noon today, at your boyfriend's college."

"Andre is not my boyfriend yet," Josie paused, "What are you trying to say? Do you doubt him?"

"Yes, there are already two points that can prove that he did it, but there is still some evidence..."

"What evidence?"

"His alibi, he said that he was mailing something at the post office, and the post office also has surveillance video of him."

Josie felt a little uneasy, "You want to say that there is something wrong with the gift he gave me?"

"It's not too far to drive from the crime scene to the post office. He can definitely send you gifts after killing someone."

"How can you be sure that he sent it after he killed someone, not after he sent it?"

"Because the deceased did not die immediately, but fell into a coma and died due to excessive blood loss. The murderer could have left the scene at this time difference..."

"Josie?" As soon as Allen reached the second floor, he saw his daughter standing at the door in a bathrobe talking to Sherlock at the stairs, "Why are you wearing so little clothes, and you are still barefoot, so be careful not to catch a cold."

"Oh, Dad, I'm going to change clothes now." After speaking, Josie motioned Sherlock to leave with her eyes, then closed the door and went back to the room to change clothes.

Seeing that Sherlock was still standing at the door of Josie's room, Allen walked over and said, "It's impolite for a man to stand outside the door of a room where a woman is changing clothes."

"I'm waiting for her to come out."

Alan frowned, "You can go downstairs and wait." Then he remembered her daughter's loose bathrobe just now, and said, "Josie is a girl, no matter how good your relationship with her is, you can't just go to her so casually." Come to the room, you are no longer children."

"I have something very important to tell her." Sherlock looked straight into Alan's eyes, not feeling anything wrong with his behavior at all.

"Can there be something important..." Then, as if thinking of something, Alan's eyes widened in surprise, "You don't mean to be with Josie..."

With a "click", Josie opened the door after she had changed her clothes. She tied her hair and looked suspiciously at her father and Sherlock who stood at her door as if they were in the Shura field, "What are you doing? Won't you go down? Have mom and auntie made dinner yet?"

Allen put his arm around Josie's shoulders, and led Josie downstairs. He looked at his daughter with loving eyes, "Oh, Josie, today is your 15th birthday. In the blink of an eye, our little princess will be so happy." It's going to be 15 years old, dad has prepared a gift for you, go and see it with dad."

Josie was led away by the force of Allen's pressure on her shoulders. She didn't understand the situation, and looked back at Sherlock who was following behind, "Dad, you go well, I can't walk with you pressing my shoulders like this .”

"Well, my daughter has grown up, and my father is also old. Josie has begun to dislike her father. Back then, Josie told her mother that she would marry her father..."

When did she say that she was going to marry her father, Josie felt a little helpless. She had worked so hard to pretend to be a child before, and she never said such nasty and childlike things.

"I didn't tell you, Dad."

"..." Allen scratched his head in embarrassment when he was exposed, "The gifts prepared by Dad, Dad and Mom are waiting for you to unwrap downstairs, come down quickly, don't keep haggling with Sherlock upstairs of."

Sherlock, who was named, glanced at Ellen who went downstairs quickly, and then walked to Josie's side, "I want to see the gift Andre Murray gave you."

Josie couldn't help sighing at Sherlock's resolute tone, "Got it, come with me."

Josie felt that she really didn't have any good luck in falling in love. She didn't understand why the people she met were not normal every time?Either he has a mental problem, or he is a suspected murderer. Although he is a suspected murderer, seeing Sherlock's determination, she feels that this matter is inseparable.

Could it be that because her birthday is Double Eleven, she is doomed to be single for the rest of her life?

Josie silently followed Sherlock downstairs, and then went to the letterbox at the door of the house and took out the courier box with the urgent mail on it. Before taking it out, Sherlock asked her to put on gloves very carefully, lest she Fingerprints stuck on.

"Here, take it."

Josie's reluctant expression made Sherlock amused, and he raised his eyebrows, "This is a piece of evidence, you won't want it later."

"How can you be so confident that you are right?"

Sherlock glanced at the time on the phone, and it was almost time for the Scotland Yard police to arrive, and sure enough, he heard the siren from a distance behind him.

"There are bloodstains rubbed up on the side of the box. For my reasoning, this can already support my argument. If you don't believe it, just wait for the test results of Scotland Yard."

Josie glanced at the box that Sherlock pointed to was rubbed against the edge of the bloodstain. It was true, and there were quite a few scratches. Because it was at the bottom of the box, it was not easy to be found. She was a little frustrated, "Oh , what should I do, I feel that my birth on Double Eleven is really destined..."

"Is there anything wrong with your birthday Double Eleven?" Sherlock couldn't think of anything about Josie's birthday that would disappoint her so much.

Josie just looked at Sherlock with a tangled and awkward expression. The siren sounded closer and closer until the police car stopped beside them. Sherlock handed the gift Andre gave her to the policeman in the window, and then turned back to continue. Meet Josie's eyes.

"Are you struggling..."

"It's nothing." Josie interrupted Sherlock's questioning, sighed, turned and walked home, "I want to eat dinner made by my mother, and cake made by auntie. My hurt heart needs food to soothe!"

Seeing Josie's furious back, Sherlock wanted to ask something more, but just as he opened his mouth, he was blocked by Josie's roar.

"Don't ask me why!"

"..."

Why are you angry again?

Normally, Sherlock would have kept asking, but this time he chose to keep his mouth shut.

It's really scary for Josie to be angry.