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As agreed before, the two of them sat quietly until the sun set and the dusk merged. Scotland Yard came as promised and arrested Ann Michels.

——A very dramatic scene, the magnificent sunset has fallen, the people sitting quietly seem to be wearing old veils, the grand stage play finally ends, but the old curtain always means that the curtain of the new drama is waiting to be drawn open.

The peaceful scene is like her beloved Edgar Allan Poe-buying all the horrors in the calm.

Ann looked very calm, admitted everything he had done very naturally, and of course accepted the handcuffs very naturally, and stretched out his hands not as if accepting arrest, but as accepting a laurel crown.

"You're right, Jane." Her face was covered by the light color of the setting sun, and her smile was unclear. "People always have to pay for their actions—although I don't think I'm wrong."

Jian Ruo sat on the bench and didn't answer her.

"Miss Michels can save these words until she appears in court." Officer Black sneered.

Ann Michels glanced at Officer Black without a smile, and twitched the corner of her mouth inexplicably: "You know, Jane, my favorite sentence: 'They must sleep, or they will swallow us—they We must fall into lethargy, or we will be destroyed.'" Her eyes were layers upon layers of lake water, with ripples quietly rippling, but people could not see the truth hidden under the ripples.

The noise dispersed, and the arrested prisoners left the place in an unusually cooperative manner. Only Jian Ruo was left sitting on the bench, letting the evening wind blow over her clothes, and finally slipped into the distance.

"I thought this was what you wanted." Sherlock stopped in front of her, "Otherwise you wouldn't have told me your guess."

"Of course that's what I want." Jian Ruo replied without hesitation.

"But in fact, your demeanor and body movements reveal the word 'sad'. Why are goldfish's emotions always complicated and strange?" He seemed to be asking Jane Ruo, and it seemed that he was simply complaining.Sherlock sat next to Jane Ruo, shrugged a little at a loss, "...Maybe you need a blanket? Although I think it's useless, but considering that you are also a goldfish in the calculation of probability, I think perhaps……."

"Sherlock, do you have any friends?" Jane Ruo interrupted him.

"..." Sherlock pursed his lips and blinked his eyes very quickly, "Of course I have—you've seen him before, and I arranged for him the position with the widest view, you know, on the refrigerator."

Jane Ruo felt that her mouth was a little dry, she stared straight at Sherlock, stuttering, and looked at Sherlock in disbelief: "...that white skull?"

"Oh——Jane." He glanced at Jian Ruo with dissatisfaction, "You are too rude, that is Mr. Skeleton, my friend!"

Jane wants to laugh.

She actually laughed.Of course, Sherlock got the stare without a doubt.

She laughed and thought, feeling more and more that Sherlock was worse than her. Although the other party might not feel that way, she felt much better instantly after having the comparison.

"Actually... I've always wanted to be a good friend." She smiled at Sherlock, "Well—so I always try to do a lot, and then hope to create a good impression in their hearts, so that They think I'm a best friend. But I screw up all the time," she shrugged, pretending to be relaxed, "I don't know what to do, she killed someone, so she should go to jail. But she's the only one I have My friend—I did this to my friend? I sent her to jail? Even though I knew it was right, I was still—you know, kind of guilty." She tried to describe the feeling with her hand, and finally But he let it go a little weakly.

"Sounds like a stupid ball of wool." Sherlock deadpanned, "I can't believe I'm sitting on a bench right now listening to a goldfish tell her meaningless mess of emotional journeys - this too crazy!"

Jane Ruo patted Sherlock on the shoulder: "Thank you, a friend in need is a friend, and we will be friends from now on."

"No. I have no friends." Sherlock rejected Jian Ruo indifferently.

"Well, I know, you have it from now on." Jian Ruo understood with a face.

"..." Sherlock stared at Jian Ruo, and Jian Ruo looked at him with innocent eyes, and the two kept looking at each other for a long time.

Finally, Sherlock turned his head away from Jian Ruo awkwardly, and automatically chose to give up, "... Whatever you want."

Jian Ruo immediately put her hands on Sherlock's shoulder without any notice, and smiled: "Good friend, what shall we have for dinner?"

Her stomach grunted, "—I only ate three hot dogs for lunch, and I'm already hungry."

... Wasn't his roommate's poor little head filled with anything but food?

Sherlock thought incredulously.

He looked like a cat whose tail was suddenly plucked, but after a while he pretended to be calm and said, "...if your financial situation is not bad."

... A word ko.

……

Sherlock sat on the sofa, shook out a new newspaper, crossed his legs, and did not lift his head: "Jane, a cup of coffee."

Jian Ruo who just put on her apron and was about to cook: "..."

"Please." Still not looking up.

Alright alright.She pouted helplessly, and turned to make coffee first.The room was a bit messy, and Jian Ruo found that there were even some test tubes on the table—this might be the result of Sherlock yesterday.On the coffee-colored carpet, there were still traces of liquid spilled. She didn't know what those were, and she only hoped that they were water.

Just after making the coffee, Sherlock spoke in a timely manner as if he had eyes behind his back: "Please bring my coffee here."

...Jane Ruo put the coffee in front of him with her eyes wide open.

—for rent's sake.

"I'm assuming that we really want to eat your so-called classic Chinese noodles at night? Actually, I'm more inclined to eat something else." Sherlock folded half of the newspaper and spoke to Jian Ruo who was about to get up and leave.

"Have you ever eaten tomato and egg noodles? Sherlock." Jian Ruo's expression remained unchanged.

"No," Sherlock frowned, "but I can't imagine tomatoes and..."

"Then you must try it." Jian Ruo interrupted him mercilessly, "After all, you have a Chinese roommate now."

Sherlock blinked: "Has your financial situation reached this point?"

Jian Ruo supported the sofa with one hand, and put the other on her hips: "...I suggest you shut up, Sherlock."

"Come on, Jane." Sherlock sat up straight, folded the newspaper in his hand, and put it aside, "We should solve the problem, not avoid it."

"What you said is very reasonable, Mr. Holmes," Jane Ruo withdrew her hand and hugged her arms indifferently, "So you should try to eat my noodles instead of trying to encourage me to go out to eat?"

"No, I'm talking about financial issues, don't worry about the damn face! Jane," Sherlock said with a serious face, "Given your future balance of income and expenditure, I don't think that the coffee shop across the street with unstable income The shop can provide you with enough salary."

"...You know again?" Jian Ruo was speechless, obviously she only took a fancy to this part-time job when she came back today.And she just glanced briefly at the recruitment notice at the door, and didn't stop there at all, why Sherlock saw it again-how he did it is too weird.

"You acted too obviously. When you saw the notice, your footsteps were slower than usual for 1 second, and your eyes unconsciously increased the frequency of blinking—"

"Okay," Jian Ruobi stopped, "Then is there anything wrong with my job?"

"Of course." He clasped his hands under his chin, "If you accept this job, you won't have any time to be my assistant."

"You don't really need any assistants."

"Of course I need—" Sherlock looked serious, "and you are very suitable. Your simulation of criminals can give me a lot of unexpected inspiration."

Jian Ruo: "...is this a compliment?"

"Be my assistant."

"Stop making trouble." Jian Ruo withdrew her hand in a funny way, while walking towards the kitchen, a little helpless, "I still need to earn extra money to cover my future expenses."

"Oh. Jane, of course I will pay you." Sherlock took a sip of his coffee with a calm expression.

Jane is stuck.

She looked at Sherlock suspiciously, almost suspecting that she had heard it wrong: "You said, salary?"

"Of course, we can sign a contract, and the salary will never be lower than the intern salary paid by the coffee shop." Sherlock remained calm, covering the corners of his slightly raised lips with a coffee cup, "—how about it? ?”

——Anyway, Sherlock doesn't go out to solve crimes every day...

Jane rubbed her chin.

Although being his assistant is really a high-risk job and you have to face a lot of corpses-but if you don't become his assistant, you can't see the corpses?Think about the things in the No. [-] morgue of the refrigerator——ah, but isn’t this not so good? The two people who are obviously equal share the renting relationship and suddenly become a superior-subordinate relationship. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to yell at Sherlock? Aggrieved? ——But this job is surprisingly good, it’s not very tiring, and I have a lot of free time to go out—oh, I’m so confused whether I should agree...

"Maybe you'd like to see the contract first?" A white contract was placed in front of her eyes.

Jane blinked: "... When did you prepare this?" Fuck, did it have been premeditated?

Sherlock didn't bother to answer her.Jane Ruo didn't care, so she just took over the contract and looked at it - you must be very serious about such a formal matter, otherwise if you get tricked, you will be finished - although she doesn't think Sherlock will do this kind of thing. things people.

Sherlock is certainly not that kind of person.

Unexpectedly, the content of the contract fully meets Jian Ruo's taste.

She happily found the pen back in the room, quickly signed her name, then walked to the sofa with the pen and looked at Sherlock expectantly: "..."

It looked so stupid, it almost looked like a tail was wagging behind it.

Sherlock raised his chin to take the paper and pen, and when he just signed half of it, Jane Ruo pressed it down.

The pen was pressed forward, and a dark black irregular mark was drawn on the contract.

"Are you really sure?" Jian Ruo said with a serious face, "Are you sure you want to sign this contract? Once signed, our relationship will really be different? From now on, there will be money between us Oh?"

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Jian Ruo had a hippie smile: "Don't want this expression, okay, okay, you sign, you sign, you are the boss and you are the biggest."

Sherlock gave her a forbearing look: "...Take your hand away."

Jian Ruo lowered her head and saw that she was so pressed just now that one hand was placed on Sherlock's hand so naturally.

She hastily let go of her hand in embarrassment, and laughed twice: "...the hand is not bad."

Pale and strong fingers, as long as you don't think about how many corpses these hands have touched, they are still very beautiful.

Sherlock didn't even bother to pay attention to her, and simply signed the second half of his name, and then handed it to Jian Ruo naturally: "Okay, you will be my assistant from now on. Now let's discuss what to have for dinner .” He showed a self-confident smile, “—as your current boss.”

...What the hell?

[To congratulate me on finding my child’s mother @长伊乡, I put the manuscript in early today, this process is simply a fantasy journey!Hahahahahahaha hahaha to meet for thousands of miles, I can't wait to tell you this good news. Congratulations to me finding the soul companion. We are almost flashing! ——Stay on 8/15]

[The following is what the author of 8/14 said. At this time, I am still a wild horse without CP. The last night of being single, let me commemorate it. 】

Scheming boy Sherlock.

Jian Ruo: From then on, there is no purity between us, we have a money relationship since then.

Sherlock:  …I'm going so hard for a dinner.

Hahahahaha Bo Jun smiled, although I dare not let them OOC in the text, but the small theater is still okay hahahaha.

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