[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

027.

"Squeak-"

An ear-piercing sound sounded, the dim chandelier swayed like a searchlight, swinging feebly on the oil-stained electric light cord, the old-fashioned TV with antenna made a "sizzling" sound, black and white lines kept coming Flickering on the screen, like a butterfly struggling to flap its wings, unable to break free from that thick cocoon.

He squatted there, hugging his knees, numbly watching the ray of light cast by the world towards him.

A blowfly buzzed and flew over and over again through the narrow gap in front of his eyes. He felt his heartbeat that he couldn't suppress, and he hugged himself even tighter.

"Don't come over—" he heard the cry in his heart, so he stared at the disgusting, carrion-eating hyena-like blowfly. "--do not come!!"

It flew over, and seemed to want to fly in through the only remaining gap-would flies be afraid?He wanted to raise his finger to intimidate it, but it seemed that his soul was out of his shell and his body was completely out of control. He could only watch, watch, watch the fly stumbling in, stumbling, and landed on his chest. nose.

He didn't dare to breathe, he could only watch the fly provocatively rubbing its forelimbs on his body—he finally couldn't help wrinkling his nose, and the blowfly flew up in panic—

--Fly

A little bit, a little bit, red footprints like cherry blossoms fell——

His pupils dilated suddenly—finally he couldn't help it, he gasped heavily—

"Squeak-"

The light was infinitely magnified, the shaking lights reflected on his face, his retinas were shaking and his glowing back blurred, like a legendary god, behind him was a radiant——

"I found~ found~ you~—little fly~"

……

"Why do I have to be hospitalized?" Jian Ruo almost laughed out of anger. She was lying on the hospital bed with bandages on both hands - so that she couldn't shrug her shoulders and could only keep smiling [Baby really I'm so angry but I still have to keep smiling], "I'm obviously fine! I can't be better!"

However, the bandages on her body can not prove this at all.

Sherlock completely blocked her voice, stood in the corner of the ward typing on his mobile phone, his face expressionless the whole time.

Lestrade sat on the side and looked at her with disapproval: "—Actually, your injury is really serious. It's best not to do any strenuous exercise for a long time."

"But there's no need to be hospitalized!" Jian Ruo's face was crowded into a ball, "It's still such an expensive hospital!"

Look at the complete facilities, look at this luxurious single room - as if you can hear the sound of the wallet crying, Jian Ruo is so distressed.

This is not an exaggeration - she managed to save a little money, and now it's all in vain.

"Don't worry." Sherlock raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly, "This is considered a work-related injury, so it will be reimbursed."

Jian Ruo's eyes lit up with a "swish", she never thought that Sherlock's voice would be as beautiful as it is today——

"Reimbursement", ah, what a beautiful word! ! !

"Sherlock, I'm not complimenting you," Jane Ruo stared at Sherlock very seriously, concentrating, "——seriously, you are the most considerate, handsome, intelligent, unique and incomparable boss I have ever seen!" She She felt so moved, she could even feel tears welling up, as long as Sherlock needed it!She can go up and down for him!

Lestrade covered his face silently, and sighed: "Let me tell you, don't come to these indifferent things at this time, okay? Are you really okay, Jane? Before you still—"

Before, she was obviously like an ordinary little girl who was frightened and trembling——Lestrade could fully understand that a little girl who came to a foreign country met this kind of murder case, faced a pervert head-on, and was forced to He shot and killed the other party in self-defense—of course it was self-defense, oh, obviously, Lestrade thought of this, and looked at Jane Ruo with some pity, "Hey, listen to me, poor Jane, you should find time to see a psychiatrist, No normal person can encounter such a terrible thing without psychological shadows, so you don't have to cover up too much."

Yes, to hide myself, this girl has been trembling since she was discovered by the two people, and her eyes have almost lost focus. It didn't seem to return to normal until she arrived at the hospital to bandage the wound for a long time.

"Thank you for your concern, Greg." Jane Ruo didn't expect him to mention this, she stiffened a little unnaturally, withdrew the smile on her lips, and looked at her hand a little awkwardly, "——um, I mean... I'll do it. I'm sure—”

-I'm sure I'm never going to.She lowered her eyes.

—she was lying.Sherlock's face was expressionless, and he could easily see this. He changed his posture, put one hand in his pocket, and held the phone in the other. He looked away from Jian Ruo and turned to the screen.

--congratulate!Another glorious record, dear brother, maybe you should be happy?You can't always do things my way, but I have to run around because of the mess you left behind.

——MH

The light from the screen refracted in his eyes, and the glowing cold light carried an indescribable meaning.Sherlock curled his lips, liar.He was played by Mycroft.

That's what he wants - obviously, he just wants them to find Charlie Wade, preferably arrest him - and put him in a psychiatric hospital or something, and help that Airy in the easiest way possible Mr. Sturt Wade "solved" his worries and made a decision.

gratulation!Mycroft shouldn't have said that to him!Oh, the poor British government, a new clean area has been lost - is there any place that McCoff didn't get his hands on?

Audio hacked from Mycroft - Mr. Irest Wade's "Confessions"?If I had to describe it, it would be a boring and tangled relationship—at least that Charlie saw the betrayal of the adoptive father—while he thought his adopted son was a devil, he couldn't let go of his parenting feelings.

"...Only God is qualified to judge Satan, let Satan decide life and death under the guidance of destiny." Trembling voice, sharp tone.

boring emotion.

Take advantage of a round by McCoff - great!Seduce him with a case, and use his rebellious psychology——

even--

He quickly glanced at Jian Ruo who was sitting on the hospital bed. She looked depressed and answered Lestrade's question in a nonchalant manner.

He pursed his lips.

— powerless, decadent.

He turned his eyes back to the phone screen calmly, and said nonchalantly: "If you need, I can spare a little time to give you a psychological counseling."

"Thank you, I don't need it." Jane closed her eyes quickly, "Let's let a professional do it, shall we?"

"I'm a professional." Sherlock was a little dissatisfied with Jane's answer, "—I've studied psychology for a whole year—because of its complexity."

"I have learned Chinese for more than ten years," Jian Ruopi smiled, "Am I an expert in Chinese?"

"If you mind that," Sherlock put away his phone, "I can go for a psychiatrist qualification—although I don't think it's necessary."

"—Psychiatrist?" The door of the ward was pushed open, and a suspicious female voice came from the door. Gillian Foster, holding a large bouquet of carnations, appeared at the at the door of the ward.

"Jillian!" Jian Ruo was stunned, "Why do you..."

"If Officer Lestrade hadn't told us, I wouldn't even know what happened to you." Gillian looked at Jian Ruo with some concern, holding flowers, "—you are still a child." Ray Strade smiled cooperatively beside him.Dr. Letterman was casual, as usual, "I'm sorry to hear the news—though it's not unexpected." Gillian elbowed him.

He rubbed his abdomen exaggeratedly and rolled his eyes.

Jane Ruo watched silently as Gillian put the bouquet of carnations on the vase - isn't that the flower for Mother's Day blessing?She didn't have a thorough understanding of the language of flowers, she thought in a daze, and then heard Sherlock "hum" softly.

She turned to look at Sherlock.

He was leaning against the window with his coat collar turned up high, showing a handsome face that was almost sharp.

"You are a psychologist." He stared at Gillian and stated lightly.

Gillian blinked. "Oh," she paused, subtly, "yes. I'm a psychologist."

"Dear Jane," she turned to look at Jane Ruo, "maybe I can give you a psychological counseling? Professional." She smiled a little, apparently hearing the conversation of several people in the ward.

"In fact, a professional psychologist does not represent an excellent psychologist." Sherlock straightened the collar of his coat, and quietly retracted his chin—Jane Ruo suspected that he was trying to be cool, which seemed to be The common problem of geniuses is that they unconsciously start to show themselves or something-they need an audience, and more importantly, they need attention.

"But at least it shows that she has a certain persuasiveness in a certain field." Letterman, who seemed to be playing a decorative role, suddenly spoke and whistled, which sounded a bit provocative—he deliberately looked up and down Sherlock asked, "...a little-known psychological genius?"

Sherlock's face was expressionless, he couldn't see any signs of anger on his face, and Jane Ruo couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart - he just felt his scalp was a little numb.

——Anyone who has seen Dr. Letterman's unreasonable cards and Sherlock's poisonous tongue will think that the scene where these two people meet is a bit scary, okay?

"You—" He glanced at Letterman, and decided to speak.

"I just got divorced, and I have a daughter who lives with his ex-wife. Now I have a company. My friends are not too many. My life is a bit sloppy, but it's still regular. I recently went to Guinea once to study the facial expressions of the local indigenous people. I'm completing my thesis. Skepticism believes that 'human beings are equal to lying'. This time I came to the UK to give a speech at Oxford and stayed for a few days to play with my friends. I really hate lies, but I don’t want to expose all kinds of lies. It’s true that I’m engaged in this area and it’s related to my relatives. I don't really like geniuses—" Letterman cuts everything before him, and then gasps, "—oh my god it's exhausting, so," he gasps and frowns at Sherlock ,"what else?"

"..." Dumbfounded.jpg.

Sherlock kept an unfathomable face, his head tilted back slightly, and Jane Ruo felt that he was like a cat that was frightened but trying to be calm.

She turned her head to one side, tried her best to hold back a smile, pursed her lips, and looked aside with wide eyes.Lestrade also pursed his lips and looked this way. The two looked at each other for a second, and at the same time understood each other's feelings, and laughed out loud.

——It’s so rare to see Sherlock like this hahahahaha!I feel so happy for no reason, what is going on hahahahaha!

Sherlock pulled his face and glanced at the two guys who sneaked together to laugh.

"Carl." Gillian was also a little funny, and she glanced at Letterman angrily and funny.

Laitman shrugged: "—the deductive method is an amazing thing. I searched the Internet yesterday and saw some interesting papers—so I chose to tell all the information before you performed it. The deductive method is Honest people may be powerless, right?"

"I don't think you're a frank person." Sherlock skillfully gave a perfunctory smile without a smile—or rather, it pulled his cheek muscles for three seconds.

"Aren't I?" Letterman looked at Gillian pretending to be innocent, "-Foster, am I not honest enough?" He turned his head, pulled up his sleeves, and looked squarely at Sherlock, "You will definitely like Locke Well, he's experimenting with 'radical honesty.'"

Sherlock didn't want to know what that was at all.

"Upper lip raised..." Letterman narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Typical contemptuous expression, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock withdrew all expression from his face.

Letterman shrugged. "It's not fair to me to keep your face like that."

"Emotional control is very suitable for speculative deductions like you." Sherlock said with a wooden face, "—judging the truth only by expressions is simply the opposite of the basic deductive method."

"Allright, but you can't always be paralyzed, Mr. Holmes." Letterman said indifferently.

"When facing you, of course I can." Sherlock raised his chin, striving to become a cat with facial paralysis.

As a crowd of onlookers, Jian Ruo hooked the corners of her mouth with a smile: "Hi, Sherlock!" She had an upright face and looked very serious.

Sherlock turned sideways: "What?"

"What do you think of me handling the case with you this time, how is the work going?" She asked quickly.

Sherlock subconsciously: "Notbad."

"A lie," interjected Letterman. "His mouth twitched a hint of a smile—I guess he's pleased with your work."

"Oh." Jane nodded seriously, her eyes sparkling, "—Sherlock has always been so frank."

Sherlock Tsundere Holmes: "...Jane, you can't—"

"Hey Sherlock, tell me, you don't actually look down on Scotland Yard that much, do you?" Lestrade sat next to him and spoke with great interest, and Sherlock looked at him subconsciously.

"Another typical look of contempt!" Letterman interrupted Sherlock's about to blurt out a sarcasm, raising one eyebrow while stroking his chin with his hand. "It seems he really despises Scotland Yard."

Lestrade: "..."

Sherlock looked at Letterman unbearably: "You—"

"Dear Sherlock, do you not like my friend—" Jian Ruo said without hesitation, pretending to be sad, "Oh—I know..."

Sherlock had a cold face, and his voice rose: "It is obvious that our friendship is over-"

"Lie." Letterman immediately interrupted him. He glanced at Jane Ruo with a smile on his face. "Obviously, I mean, Mr. Holmes's voice has risen—" He shrugged and looked innocently at Choking Sherlock, "He likes you as a friend, there's no doubt about it."

"Duplicity." Jian Ruo couldn't hide the pride on her face, "Hey, Sherlock, is this the legendary 'nothing with the mouth, but the body is honest'?" She said this, and rushed to Letterman The doctor blinked, "—nice cooperation, Dr. Letterman, would have liked to give you a high five—if it wasn't for my injury."

"Hey, why not?" Letterman smiled. "I mean, you'd be a good fit for my company—would you be interested in working for me?"

"Carl." Gillian, who had been watching for a long time with her arms folded, laughed, and made a "stop" gesture, "Jane is still a student!"

Letterman wanted to say something else, maybe some words of argument, or something he wanted to continue inviting—but it didn't make any sense to Jian Ruo.

"I already have a job!" She fell lightly on the backrest, "Isn't it? Sherlock."

"If your memory hasn't been completely lost." He snorted softly, but he didn't say anything bad after all.

Jian Ruo raised her hand and smiled slightly.