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

"Sherlock."

"uh-huh?"

"Can you shut up?"

"……I did not say anything."

"You're thinking, it annoys me."

Sherlock frowned, and looked suspiciously at Josie, who was sitting on the bed, who was talking to him with a very serious expression.

[Did she really break her brain?The eye circles are black and blue...It should be the pain on the back of the head that I can't sleep at night...] "Oh, don't think about it, I didn't break my head, and the injury on the back of the head doesn't hurt anymore, I just..." Josie said halfway The words stop.

"Just what?" Sherlock realized that there was something in Josie's words, "How do you know what I'm thinking? Did you also read the relevant information on the deductive method? Ah, no, no, you don't know how to use the deductive method at all, You said 'don't even think about it' instead of 'see it'..."

"Oh my God, Sherlock, I'll stay away from you in the future." Josie leaned back on the soft pillow, closed her eyes and didn't want to look at Sherlock who kept questioning her.

God knows how rich Sherlock's inner activities are, he almost never stops, okay?In the past few days, he has been visiting her in the hospital every day. Every time he sits on the sofa in the ward for a morning or an afternoon, even when he is reading a book, his brain is still thinking. Diverting his attention, but in the end, he was always quarreled by Sherlock's rich inner activities.

The inner activities of Sherlock alone can match hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs in the hospital.

"...Are you still angry?"

"What?" Josie was interrupted by Sherlock's unreasonable question.

"I didn't accompany you to the grove. You had to climb up the tree to pick the wild fruit by yourself, but you fell down and got injured. You are blaming me and angry with me."

"Oh, no, no, I'm not blaming you or mad at you, I-I mean..."

What do you say?Said that he was tortured by the sudden mind-reading ability and couldn't sleep all night, or did he stop Sherlock from thinking in his brain all the time?

The materialist Sherlock will not easily believe in her superpowers. She can't tell Sherlock that she is disturbed by various noises every night and can't sleep.

And she won't really force Sherlock to stop thinking, hey, that's Sherlock Holmes, and if she wants him to stop using his brain, it will have to wait until after he dies.

"I mean, yes, I'm afraid I really broke my brain. After a few days, my head hurts so much that I can't sleep, that's why I have such a bad temper." Josie thought for a while, and then said, "I didn't Angry at you, Sherlock, I just need some time to get used to it... After all, not everyone has a severe concussion after all, right?"

Sherlock was speechless, just staring at Josie.

Every time Josie made actions or words that he couldn't understand, he would always stare at her like this, observing and analyzing the person in front of him.

Josie knew that Sherlock must be in a knot again, and she didn't want Sherlock to ask any further questions, so she tried to change the subject: "I heard that Mycroft will be back for summer vacation next month?"

"Yes," Sherlock pouted, looking disgusted, "You're changing the subject, Josie, you're hiding something from me."

"NO, I have not."

"You have."

"No, I said I didn't, Sherlock."

"I can see that you have something to hide from me, and I believe my judgment is correct."

"I do not have."

"You have."

"Sherlock, please don't be so aggressive, yes, I have something to hide from you, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you!"

Didn't Josie just not tell Sherlock?She dared not tell anyone about her little secret about getting superpowers.

In fact, having superpowers is not a pleasant thing. Josie still has no way to control and use her mind-reading ability well. Everyone's inner activities are flooding into her brain like a flood. She couldn't even refuse to hear these voices, and she could always hear some rustling voices when she slept at night. She was so disturbed by these voices that she couldn't sleep peacefully, and her spirit was getting worse every day, but everyone just thought it was The injury on the back of her head is still not healed, so she can't sleep because of the pain.

"Sorry, I'm a little emotional, but please trust me, Sherlock, I'll tell you one day."

Sherlock lowered his eyes and covered them with long eyelashes, which made Josie unable to see his eyes clearly. After 3 minutes, just when Josie was about to be overwhelmed by his rapid thinking, Sherlock spoke: "I don't like to wait too long."

What he said made Josie suddenly not know what to answer. It was obviously a very serious atmosphere, but she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

"Pfft!" Josie said with a smile, "Sherlock, you are the one who wants to know the truth, so why do you still say 'I don't like to wait too long' so confidently, hahahahaha, you Really are……"

"It's so cute!"

Yes, he is so obsessed with knowing the truth, he knows she has something to hide from him, and his curiosity is almost written on his face, yet he still promises not to force her to speak out.

In his youth, Sherlock was still a soft-hearted child.

"Don't use such words to describe me." Sherlock looked at Josie with a frown.

"Ah, okay, okay, I won't say you're cute, I'll say you're funny." Josie smiled, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out the chess set inside. "This is a hospital, it's already serious enough. Don't be so serious anymore, come and play chess with me, I heard from Mycroft that you can't beat him in chess."

"How is it possible, I beat him 23 times."

"Hee hee, but he told me that you have lost to him 74 times."

"...Don't listen to his nonsense, when did you get along so well?"

"Mycroft and I are pen pals." This is true. Mycroft is only 19 years old this year, and he has already begun to be very interested in politics. It just so happens that Josie still vaguely remembers some things that happened in the past few years. Therefore, she chatted with Mycroft naturally, but she didn't know much, even very little compared with Mycroft, and her understanding was not comprehensive enough. Most of the time, it was Mycroft. Foote was telling her that she just always "predicted" where events were going to go, and obviously Mycroft just thought it was just luck that she happened to step on shit, because she absolutely believed that for Mycroft She was just a goldfish that was a little bit special than ordinary people, and that little bit of specialness was probably thanks to his brother Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at Josie who was playing chess, and said in a somewhat unpleasant tone, "I didn't realize that the letter you wrote every month was addressed to Mycroft."

"Don't worry, young man, it takes time to practice logical analysis and deductive reasoning."

Because Alan has to go to school during the day, Carly is the one who stays with Josie in the hospital during the day. Sherlock has more free time because he doesn’t have to go to school. Every time Carly goes home to prepare lunch for Josie It was Sherlock who was with her in the hospital.

Therefore, when Carly opened the door and walked into the ward with the prepared lunch, what she saw were two people who were playing chess.

In Josie's words, Carly is definitely a good mother with full marks. Every day, because she was worried that the nutritious meals in the hospital were not enough for Josie, she insisted on going home at noon every day to cook other delicious food for her. Josie in the hospital felt that she had gained at least five pounds, and this idea was confirmed after hearing Sherlock's inner activities.

At that time, Sherlock was pushing the door to enter the ward, and saw Josie getting out of bed carefully to go to the toilet. Josie, who was accidentally lifted up by the edge of the bed, showed her fat, white legs in front of Sherlock. Sherlock had seen Josie in just a diaper when she was younger, but...

[... She definitely gained five pounds! 】

God knows how much Josie wanted to throw the table!

"Josie, go wash your hands with Sherlock, and we're ready for lunch." Carly put the food box on the table, then opened it skillfully, and brought out the delicious food inside, because considering Josie Still in the cultivation stage, the dishes she chose were all very light and mainly vegetarian dishes, but in order to take care of Sherlock, Carly also cooked some delicious meat dishes.

After washing her hands, Qiao Qian looked at the food on the table and swallowed, "Mom, can I have that chicken chop today?"

"No, my dear, you are still recovering. You can't eat such greasy meat dishes. There are some chicken breasts in the mushroom soup I boiled. You can eat that."

"Then why make chicken chops..."

"That's for me." Sherlock walked out of the bathroom after washing his hands, and took a paper towel on the table to dry his hands.

Josie looked at Carly with an aggrieved face, and the latter nodded with a smile, "I did prepare that for Sherlock. During your hospitalization, Sherlock came to accompany you every day. You should thank him. You'll be bored if he doesn't come."

"Mom, you must not know that Sherlock came to look for me because he was alone at home, no one listened to him, and he was so bored that he couldn't even read the book. Besides, I am your biological daughter..."

Carly put the mushroom soup into a bowl, smiled and said, "I've never denied this, haven't I?" Then she handed the soup to Josie, "Be patient, wait until you get out of the hospital, Mom I'll make you something delicious."

"Ah, let's forget it, I don't think it will be good if I get fatter."

"Honey, you're only seven years old now, you'd be cute if you were fatter. Didn't Sherlock be chubby when he was seven years old?"

Carly's words made Sherlock, who was cutting chicken chops with a knife, stop, "Mrs. Jonathan, in fact, according to the height and weight standard for seven-year-old children, I was not fat when I was seven."

"Oh, I know, I know, you only look fat because of the serious baby fat on your face, but to be honest, you also had a serious belly at that time." Josie sat down on the sofa with soup.

"That's normal. Do you need me to tell you how fat you were when you were a baby? I thought Mr. Jonathan, who was 1.8 meters eight, and Mrs. Jonathan, who was 1.6 meters and eight, would have a tall and thin child."

"You can still remember my baby size." Josie looked at Sherlock with a disgusted expression.

Sherlock just put the chopped chicken into his mouth, "I was five years old when you were a baby, and my memory is naturally much better than your IQ was lower than that of a dolphin at that time."

"Tsk tsk, even the chicken chops made by my mother can't stop your mouth."

In fact, Josie still remembers that the 30-year-old Sherlock in the original drama is still in good shape, but what she is curious about is how a dead house like Sherlock, who rarely goes out except for handling cases, cultivates his figure.

"But you don't need to be too sad. Mycroft's figure is already too fat for you. You won't be the fattest."

At this moment, Mycroft, who was far away on the university campus and was about to walk back to the student apartment, sneezed. He looked at the sky suspiciously. The weather was clear, and there was still a trace of early summer heat in the wind.

Ah, maybe Sherlock was thinking about him.