[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Although she drank some wine, Lydia didn't wake up too late the next day, but Sherlock woke up earlier than her.

When Lydia finished washing and appeared in the living room on the second floor, Sherlock was already sitting on the sofa in his nightgown and reading a newspaper.

With a cup of coffee in his left hand, he heard Lydia open the door, and looked up at her from above the newspaper: "The belt of the windbreaker is buttoned to the innermost compartment, the collar is turned up, and the hair has been combed. Lipstick perfectly applied—"

Sherlock sniffed lightly, and stared at Lydia with gray eyes: "—and you're wearing perfume, are you going out?"

Lydia swallowed back "Good morning", walked slowly behind him, raised the corner of her mouth, took a sip from the coffee cup in his hand, and then gave it back to him.

Sherlock glanced at the lip marks on the cup, but said nothing.

Lydia patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You're right, detective, I'm going out soon, but even if I don't go out, I still wear makeup and perfume. This is a lady's hobby. Time cannot be used as a basis for inference."

"And before that..." Lydia turned half a circle on the ground with the heel of her high heels as the center, walked in front of Sherlock, bent down and stretched out her hand to him, "I don't know if I have the honor to invite you Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

Sherlock looked at Lydia's hand, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then stood up from the sofa, and showed a very exaggerated smile to Lydia: "Okay."

"Well, Mr. Holmes, it's not a good habit to keep ladies waiting for a long time." Lydia watched him walk towards the room, and pretended to check the time on the phone. "I'll give you 5 minutes to change clothes."

It didn't take long for Sherlock to change his clothes and come out. Lydia looked at the timer on the phone and praised him: "Four minutes and 38 seconds, very fast, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock didn't speak, and bent his arms naturally. Lydia reached out and hooked his arms. The two walked downstairs like walking on a red carpet. Mrs. Hudson poked her head out from the room on the first floor : "O dear, are you going out on a date early in the morning? It's so sweet."

After Mrs. Hudson finished speaking, she began to lament the romance of her youth. Sherlock pulled Lydia away from 221B expressionlessly. Lydia, who didn't use supernatural powers, was of course not as powerful as this great detective, but She didn't want to struggle either, she just walked beside Sherlock with a smile.

She looked at the shops on the street, and asked Sherlock casually, "Is there any better restaurant nearby?"

I don't know what reasoning process went through in Sherlock's mind, he narrowed his eyes after a pause and asked, "Do you have a date today?"

Lydia looked at his side face curiously, she felt that Sherlock's magical brain was really amazing.

But she didn't mean to hide it, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, my ex-boyfriend, he seems to be in London too."

Sherlock stopped talking, and didn't recommend any shops. Lydia was looking at the signs of the shops along the way, and then stopped at the door of a coffee shop: "This is it."

There were quite a few people sitting inside, and it seemed to be a very good shop. The beautiful proprietress saw them and came out from behind the cash register. She smiled and patted Sherlock on the shoulder: "It's been a long time. , Sherlock."

Her eyes turned to Lydia, and she patted Sherlock's arm vigorously, showing a hearty smile: "Your girlfriend is so beautiful!"

"Not yet." Lydia added, and then raised the corner of her mouth to show a habitual smile. The proprietress covered her face and slapped Sherlock again: "God, do you want to try with me?"

Lydia smiled and raised the proprietress's hand, kissed her hand, then stood up straight and smiled at her: "You are very cute, but Sherlock and I are here for breakfast, can you come here for us?" Would you like some toast and fried sausage?"

The proprietress covered her hands and laughed, then glared at Sherlock who hadn't said a word: "Then what do you want?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "Just like her, add another cup of coffee."

The proprietress smiled at Lydia again, and then left to prepare. Lydia chose a seat at random and sat down, propping her chin in a good mood to observe the people around. Sherlock also looked around. After a while Suddenly he spoke: "Well...do you see anything?"

"Huh?" Lydia raised her eyebrows and looked at him a little confused. Sherlock put his hands in front of his mouth and said quickly: "Your two o'clock direction, the man in gray, recently Just had an argument with my wife."

Lydia couldn't help glancing at the man, but she didn't see anything. Sherlock moved his lips slightly, and quickly expressed his analysis: "He wears a ring on his left hand, and there is a little bit around the ring. Meat, which means he has worn them for many years, his shoes are clean and look recently polished, his coat is very crisp and looks ironed, even the cuffs and tie are matched, but his shirt The collar is not turned up properly, and there is a mark on his left wrist that he has worn a watch for a long time. He will look at it subconsciously, which means that he is in a hurry today and forgot to put on his watch..."

The proprietress just placed the plate in front of them, and Lydia applauded appreciatively: "It's amazing, I wouldn't notice those details at all."

Sherlock glanced at her and said nothing.

After eating, Lydia was still sitting in her seat. She looked at Sherlock across from her, and said, "Okay, you can go back."

"No." Sherlock leaned back in the chair, watched the waiter put away the plate in front of him, folded his hands on his chest, and rejected Lydia's proposal.

"You don't want to meet my ex, do you?" Lydia propped her chin, looked at Sherlock's expressionless face, and saw his persistence. Lydia smiled, "I advise you not to , trust me, you won't like him."

"Why not?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Lydia for a while, Lydia's eyes turned around on Sherlock's face, and said with a smile: "Intuition, it may be because you are all smart." people?"

"I hope you have a case now." As soon as Lydia finished speaking, the cell phone in Sherlock's pocket rang. Lydia showed an exaggerated expression of surprise, but looked at him with a smile in her green eyes. he.

Sherlock picked up the phone. It was indeed Lestrade's call, asking him to help solve the case. Lydia stared at Sherlock, saw his expression change slightly, and waved to him with her chin propped up: "Goodbye, Sherlock, I will miss you."

She paused, then added with a smile: "If you miss me, you can call me. John has my number."

Sherlock had stood up now, and he lowered his eyes to look at Lydia. This kind of condescending angle always made him look very good-looking. Lydia raised her head to admire his side face, and looked at him with her lips curled up. After a while, Sherlock turned around suddenly, the windbreaker drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then strode out.

Lydia watched him open the door and walk in the direction of 221B, then leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes to meditate. After a few minutes, when she opened her eyes again, there was already a man sitting opposite her.

Lydia turned on the phone and looked at it. At eleven o'clock, she raised her eyebrows at the other party: "You are still so punctual."

The other party was wearing a neat suit and tie, and there was not even a trace of messy hair flying out of his head. He looked around casually, leaned back on the chair relaxedly, and smiled at Lydia: " Your choices are still so interesting."

"But you found me on time." Lydia changed the subject, "So you've found something more interesting now?"

"Of course, it's very interesting." The other party's smile widened a bit, revealing sharp teeth, and his big black eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a kind of innocence that belonged to a teenager. "There is nothing more interesting than this."

He seemed to have deliberately left a little stubble on his face, which combined with his current expression gave him a special charm.

"Professor Moriarty." Lydia tapped on the wooden table with her fingers, raised her eyebrows and called his name softly.

Moriarty smiled and lowered his head slightly, shook his head, then looked up at Lydia: "I'm not a professor now, Lydia."

"Jim." Lydia changed her words naturally, she raised the corners of her mouth, and called out her more accustomed address, she stood up, looked at Moriarty, "I think you should have arrangements for today's itinerary gone?"

"Of course not." Moriarty also stood up, putting his hands in the pockets of his expensive trousers. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Lydia, his eyes widened with an exaggerated expression of surprise. "What makes you think I'm going to do that boring dating homework? Of course not."

He pursed his lips, and walked out of the coffee shop before Lydia. Moriarty walked lightly, and the expression on his face was always very vivid. The way he looked at people always made people feel that he was interested in him. He looks more attractive now than he did a few years ago.

When he first arrived at Lydia School, he was surrounded by everyone. After all, his age was too different from those older professors. Such a handsome young guy taught such an annoying subject as mathematics. But even so, his classes are always full, and most of them are girls.

What Lydia liked was not his face, but his "interestingness", which was the same reason why he came to Lydia.

"Do you have someone you are interested in now?" Lydia walked side by side with him on the road, slightly turned his face to look at Moriarty, who also looked at her, but looked past her to see a certain person across the road. The figure hurriedly walked by smiled and shrugged: "Of course, but there is only one."

Lydia turned her head following his line of sight and saw the corner of the trench coat flashing past the corner. She paused and asked in a subtle tone: "So after you broke up with me and returned to England, you became A gay?"