Sherlock fan - Wrong

"Take off the ring on your hand and dazzle your eyes." After arriving at the destination Lhasa, Sherlock finally broke the deadlock and said such a sentence suddenly.

After being silent for a long time, Jasmine didn't react when she suddenly heard that deep voice.He lowered his head to look at the ring on his hand, it was indeed a bit too eye-catching, and it was indeed not suitable for the theme of escape.

"Yes, master!" Jasmine took off the ring tactfully, and carefully put it back in her bag. Since she is here to be a nanny, she should just do as the young master tells her.After taking off the "halo", Jasmine felt that she without the halo was no different from ordinary people.Hey, Cinderella.Jasmine smiled self-deprecatingly.

If at this time, Jasmine hadn't suspected that Sherlock contained personal grievances, then when he said "This is my wife Sophia", he really felt full of malice.She began to suspect that he really had a grudge against his brother, not just being arrogant on the surface.

"No, no, don't look at me that way. Mycroft didn't steal my Smurf, and I didn't break my soldier. Come on, it was actually Mycroft's idea. After all, you really look like us It’s not like, you can’t tell others directly…”

"I know, I just want to say that the landlady is gone, so I can let go." Jasmine calmly uttered such a sentence, happily admiring Sherlock's wonderful expression, feeling a sense of joy of getting something for her sorrow.

"Cough, altitude sickness, unresponsive, and... hallucinations."

"Yeah, I can see it from your plateau red." But this reminded Jasmine, she asked: "Is there any aftereffect after jumping off the building? Is there any discomfort?"

"I broke my brain. Did you just want to hear this?"

"Yeah, it doesn't look broken."

"Eat one?"

"WTF?"

"American ginseng slices, don't you know everything?"

"In theory."

"Have you got a cold? Be especially careful of catching a cold these days, otherwise it may cause pulmonary edema."

"A little..."

"Have you taken medicine?"

"No, taking medicine is the most annoying thing!"

"Do you have common sense? You are in Lhasa, the city with the highest altitude in the world, with an average altitude of 3650 meters. The incidence of altitude sickness above 3000 meters is as high as 50%!"

"You are the easiest to attack when you yell like this."

Jasmine frantically dug out cold medicine, vitamins and safflower capsules from the medicine box, a handful of colorful ones, and forced them to stuff them into Sherlock's mouth.She finally understood why Sherlock was almost thirty, and Mycroft had to be monitored 24 hours a day and find someone to follow him.This hairline is indeed not hereditary. It seems that the genes of the Holmes family are still impeccable, mainly because the younger brother is too worried.

"What kind of doctor are you acting as a forensic doctor?"

"At any rate, these things were involved when I was in school. Military doctors can do it. Why can't I?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep first."

"Go to sleep after eating."

"Not hungry."

"Did you eat because you were hungry?"

"Why would I eat if I'm not hungry?" Sherlock suddenly felt that this sentence was a bit familiar: "Maybe... flirting?" Remembering it, Irene Adler.That's right, altitude sickness, the brain is really slow to respond to hypoxia.

"Well, Mycroft asked you to eat."

"He taught by example very well. I have never heard of McCoff having such a good meal after working in the government. Sleep for a while, and you will call me later. Also, don't keep using my brother. Press me!"

"You have to just listen to me." Jasmine cursed, "May I ask you to take your temperature?"

Of course, Jasmine was not happy for too long because he obediently took his temperature.On the contrary, she was worried that she might die. After all, the high temperature of 38 degrees did not consider the low pressure on the plateau.In other words, it is actually a high fever of 39 degrees.

"Sherlock, wake up. The landlady made some porridge and some local herbs. You have something to eat first, and I will give you antipyretics later."

"Not bad, have you gotten acquainted with the landlady so quickly?"

"The wives at this age are very kind, and I can speak a little Chinese."

"real or fake?"

"What's so strange, my father is proficient in more than [-] languages, and he just chooses a few larger languages ​​to learn for fun. Why do you learn Norwegian?"

"The Germanic languages ​​are similar to Danish and Swedish. When I was a child, I used to compete with McCauf on who could learn these languages ​​first."

"The only one to win?"

"Although I pretended to be Norwegian, it doesn't mean I can only win this one, but the others are in South American languages. Besides, it's Mycroft! It's not too... shameful to win only two It’s something.” Sherlock lacked confidence, so naturally his voice became softer and softer, and the following words were almost gritted, and according to the usual practice, he even added a few words: “Mycroft is just an artificial computer. Judging from the size , probably a Turing machine."

"No shame, no shame. Hey, tell me quietly, how much did you win? A second or two?"

"Usually it's a matter of a few hours, and it won't take more than a few minutes for Mycroft to beat me. Mycroft's memory"

"Oh, according to the usual practice, didn't Mycroft let you order? Or, let's just let it go..."

"Although McCoff is a terribly bad brother, I have to admit that since I was a child, he never robs me of what I want, and he can give it to me. But only games, never let."

"My God, Sherlock, is Mycroft a bad brother? Come on, he can be a bad boss, a bad husband, even a bad official can't be a bad brother."

"Then why did you marry him?"

Jasmine originally wanted to make a joke to evade it, but seeing his serious face, she decided to forget it: "The porridge is cold, you eat first..."

"Why?" Sherlock took the porridge, interrupted Jasmine impatiently, and continued to ask.

"This... this... er... because he is... er... elegant, wise and handsome!"

"Sounds like you're talking about me."

"I said wise..."

"I know. If I say that you are worthy of Mycroft, then this is already the highest evaluation in the world I know. Although the praise you said is true, but what does it have to do with you marrying him Woolen cloth?"

"Well, let me tell you this. This is a natural choice for two people who need a marriage and a family that doesn't feel bad for each other and meets each other's requirements and standards."

"What are the requirements and indicators?"

"I don't marry a fool, he's wise. He needs someone to take care of his troubled brother, and I'm happy to oblige."

"So you married him because of me?"

"Sherlock! You should take a good rest, there is a problem with your brain functioning."

"OK. You asked the landlady..."

"I know. I already know where the monastery you mentioned is. There is a need for volunteers to teach English. You can take this opportunity to chat with the great lama and check the surrounding movements. But this is not what you are thinking about now. You should stay at home obediently these days."

"Why?"

"Listen, Sherlock, you can trust me. I'll do it for you if you want to know anything. Please rest for a few days and let the fever subside. Come on, take your medicine."

"Why? What is it this time?"

Jasmine handed him the water glass, watched him swallow it, then carefully took the water glass from his hand, moved it out of his reach, and then replied: "Sleeping pills!"

Yes.Sleeping pills, of course!When Sherlock was sick on Baker Street last time, he could make a big fuss in one night, and personally interpret what it means to make trouble without reason.It was already pitiful enough for Jasmine to change from lying on the sofa to sitting on the bench, but she couldn't stand his tossing around like this.

Sure enough, Jasmine stayed by the side all night, and Sherlock, who had stopped making trouble, was much more at ease.And the condition is stable, but the high fever still persists.Even so, the first thing Sherlock said when he woke up early in the morning was to ask Jasmine to go to the monastery.

So, Jasmine, who didn't sleep well all night and was harboring ulterior motives, was quite absent-minded when teaching English, so she had to pretend to be altitude sickness, and was not acclimatized.The only finds were a few strands of wool and other bits of unidentified fur.

When Jasmine returned home, she looked at the ground, and there was an inconspicuous mark of an umbrella, which meant that the creditor had come.Seeing that there was only Sherlock in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Look at this, has Mycroft been here?" He took a look at him and said, "Why did you dare to run out the door as soon as he left? Just came back?"

Seeing that Sherlock didn't make any noise, Jasmine ignored him and went to find the things she found today in her bag.

"If you're looking at your ring, it's here with me. Oh no, it was here a while ago, and now it's on its way back to London."

"What did you say? Are you joking?"

"You look like I'm joking?"

"Uh... not like that. Well, anyway, I don't know how safe this ghost place is."

"Looks like you have a gift for me."

"Yes, but I'm sorry, but I didn't find anything, just the fine fur of some suspected animals, which was found in the monastery. After all, these animals cannot survive at such a high altitude..."

"Thank you, actually I can understand you without explaining, but it's not bad, I didn't expect you to find anything." Sherlock took the transparent bag from her, and Jasmine was surprised to find the ring on his ring finger.

"Oh my god!"

"As you can see, you guessed right. This is for you...maybe something like a gift, mind if I put it on for you?"

"Uh...thank you." Jasmine was a little speechless about his almost obsessive-compulsive demands on these small details. To be honest, she was a little embarrassed now, and she was more worried than happy.

Seeing her, Sherlock didn't seem to object, but he didn't take the initiative to stretch out his hand, and pulled Jasmine's hand to put it on for her in a very "gentle" manner.

Oh god, this feels so weird.Jasmine was throbbing a little deep in her heart, and some unusual waves were stirring in her heart, which inevitably caused her to have great resentment towards herself, which is of course shameful!

Calm down, this is just a role play, something like a school stage play.Damn, she felt electricity in her fingertips.She tried to look calm and decent: "Thank you, Sigson."

"You're welcome, dear Sophia." Sherlock turned around and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Because I suddenly realized that this is probably a choice that has no choice.

The author has something to say: The amount of information in this chapter is quite sufficient, and I have written in detail the mental journeys of at least three people.Combining the previous chapter, you can probably understand what kind of mentality these three people have now.