[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

053.

"Crack."

A small cluster of flames burst out.

The metallic lighter was lightly held by a hand wearing a black leather glove, closed, and ignited again.

"—The warriors have to go through challenges all the way before they can meet the devil." A deep and elegant voice sounded, accompanied by the rhythmic "click" sound when the lighter was turned on repeatedly, the wind suddenly picked up, blowing the surrounding trees, whistling Pass.

"Will my little warrior like the levels I have carefully set up? - I really look forward to that day." His sigh melted in the wind, like smoke being blown behind him quickly, and he slowly read I read the poem, "If I should see you, after long year. How should I greet, with tears, with silence."

......

Nice weather, um, perfect for a walk.Jian Ruo stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth, clapped her hands, and tried to sweep away all the crumbs.

"Hurry up, Jane! Do you know that you have had breakfast for 5 minutes? 5 minutes! This is 5 minutes! You don't know what you will miss!" Sherlock walked back and forth anxiously in front of Jane, Stopped every now and then to choke on a sentence.

Jian Ruo swallowed the bread slowly: "Oh, I don't care." She wiped the corner of her mouth, "You can go first. I'm not in a hurry."

"——then you will find excuses not to go." Sherlock stood still coldly, "Your thoughts are so obvious that you almost write it on your face."

"Then can I not go?" Jian Ruo smiled immediately, "Since you can see it all."

"dream."

"To tell you the truth," Jane Ruo checked whether there were any remaining bread crumbs in the crevice of her hands, "I think it's not good for us to go to Scotland Yard just to beg someone to solve our case, isn't it too cheap? You're the only consulting detective in the world! I think they're more in line with our role when they're crying and begging us to help."

Sherlock clasped his hands together and stopped in the middle of the living room: "—No, those idiots wouldn't have thought of this—they're battered, their heads are muddled, expect them to find the real culprit, it's better to expect the British Isles to border the Eurasian continent— —at least the movement of the earth's crust doesn't stop!"

Jian Ruo couldn't help laughing: "You talk so viciously—what should I do, I really appreciate your vicious boy.—Are you sure we should take the initiative to find them? To be honest, I don't think it's so good at all, but consulting The detective's business has just started, and a discount doesn't seem unacceptable—"

Sherlock folded his arms: "...Now it seems that it is not a question of whether we should go, but whether we can go-when will you be ready?"

"Don't worry, I'll put on some makeup and change my shoes—" Jian Ruo looked down at her clothes, then looked up at Sherlock, "What do you think of my outfit? Does it look good?"

"NO." Sherlock didn't hesitate, without blinking.

"Okay, then I'll change." Jian Ruo said indifferently, "You can help me refer to it—we'll leave after we look good."

"—I mean, although you are not good-looking like this, you can be regarded as average...allright," he looked very reluctant, "not bad-really not bad, you can't do it anymore Well, I don't think that pile of chemicals will do you any good, I suggest you don't use them, get a new pair of shoes and we can go—" He glanced at his watch, "Now! Immediately!"

——It's really perfunctory, Jian Ruo thought dissatisfied.

She sighed, brushed her hair, and went to change her shoes.

No way, if you have a Sherlock, you have to stroke his fur, otherwise——

Otherwise, no one would want to see the heart-stopping result.

......

Jian Ruo put on a khaki windbreaker, and closed the door casually.

Sherlock was waiting for her at the fence, one of his hands was casually placed in his pocket, his arms were folded at a beautiful angle, he didn't wear a scarf today, his shirt had a folded collar, a slightly open neckline, and the black suit inside his coat fit properly It showed off his figure without a trace of wrinkle.

It's not entirely unreasonable to say that Sherlock makes people crazy - at least from the perspective of seduction, Jane can give him full marks.Oh, although he always wears a three-piece suit and won't show any more flesh, but this kind of ascetic beauty——

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock glanced at Jane Ruo, "——are you close to leaving this world? Walking with thinking instead of body?"

—No, of course not.

Jane Ruo blinked, and smiled awkwardly at Sherlock, "—I just..." Her eyes drifted, and she spread her hands, "You know—people need to relax their brains, and occasionally Will go away or something."

—Okay, far-fetched explanation.Jian Ruo bit her lips, walked up to Sherlock at a faster speed, and bumped Sherlock lightly with her shoulder: "Okay, okay, let's go! You clearly said you want to go! You are still so slow!" Sue first" accused Sherlock with a smile on his brow.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.Jane Ruo held Sherlock's arm—his hand was still in his pocket, and it was very easy to carry it. She pulled him forward: "Go, go! Don't keep our poor Scotland Yard waiting."

"I never knew you had such kindness towards Scotland Yard," Sherlock said reluctantly. "Oh, damn it! Slow down! I don't want you to get motion sick in a taxi and drink all your morning milk." Spit it out--"

"——Why do you insist on talking about this kind of topic!" Jian Ruo slowed down as he wished, "I don't get motion sickness every time."

"One time is enough." Sherlock showed a hypocritical smile, "The memory is still fresh."

Her hand was still holding his, and the two walked side by side, Jian Ruo's hand slid back, and her palm rested on Sherlock's arm.

Today is cloudy, the blue sky is like the sea, under the blowing of the wind, through the large clouds, gently revealing a little bit, watching the world.High domes greet the sky, allowing it to alternate between blue and white.The two of them just passed several old houses with an unknown history. The side walls were covered with green and shiny creepers, and green ripples were gently rippling with the wind, like a fantasy, green mirror.

The weather is so beautiful, Jian Ruo's footsteps are getting slower and slower, she almost wants to just drag Sherlock back - if there's nowhere else to go, why do you have to go to London to find trouble?

She became more and more relaxed, and Sherlock who was beside her suddenly said, "What did you do before? I mean—the one you thought was before."

Jane is like a meal.

"Before what?" She smiled, her eyes sparkling, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"If you think you're a dead body, then it proves—you have a memory about the "bomb back" before—your memory tells you, what do you do?" Sherlock refused to answer her words, and refused to go around , he is always ignorant, the answer he wants to know, and he never pursues it regardless of time and occasion.

"Don't you not believe it?" Jian Ruo put away her smile and glanced at him, "Borrowing a dead body back to life."

"No matter what the strange thing is, there must be another explanation later—" Sherlock said indifferently, "I need to collect enough information now, you know—"

"Aren't you doing this all the time?" Jian Ruo answered him, trying to keep her words from being ironic—in fact, even if there was irony in this sentence, Sherlock might not care about it, "——Observation Me, test me . . . I think it's obviously easier to convince yourself with your own observations than with my own words."

"Occasionally, I also need some subjective perspectives—whether the information is correct or not." Sherlock pointed out something, lowered his eyes and glanced at Jian Ruo, "——what do you think you were doing before?"

Jane Ruo withdrew her hand on Sherlock's arm, out of a certain self-protection mentality.

"I used to be?...I used to be a fool." Jian Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth, "You know the fool, the kind of person who is often stupid and has a low IQ—"

"With all due respect, you don't seem to be out of the ranks of this definition now."

"..." Jian Ruo was stuck in the middle of her words, and her face twitched, "I won't talk about it--you still let people live?! This is no way to communicate well, okay? "

Sherlock: "...well, let's just assume you're not - which makes no sense."

Jian Ruo showed a kind smile: "——...haha."

She quickened her pace, throwing Sherlock off her back.

Sherlock: "I have obviously made concessions, but you are always entangled in a little bit - Jane, I have to criticize you for this."

"I accept your criticism, but I will never change it." Jian Ruo waved her hand, stopped a taxi, opened the door, and looked at Sherlock, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, can you get in the car?"

......

"Actually, I was not a good person before—" Jane Ruo leaned against the inside of the car door, holding her face, not looking at Sherlock, "—that was a bad memory."

"I can tell."

"At that time... I encountered great changes." Jian Ruo said with some difficulty, her complexion was not good, "The sudden blow made me feel that life was hopeless - at that time, people could do anything, as long as they could It's something that people feel they still exist—" She gasped, like a cast-on-shore fish—she'd chewed on her past, but never found it so difficult to tell it to someone else.

Her heart was struggling desperately, and her brain was filled with vomiting.

She slid her fingers, supported her forehead, and covered her entire face.

Sherlock stared at her silently, pursed the corners of his mouth, and hesitantly put his fingers on her back.

He was a little uncomfortable, he didn't know if it was because of Jian Ruo's reaction now or something else - in fact, he had never been so overwhelmed - PTSD, oh, of course this is not uncommon, but those people's memories What did the repulsive response to crime have to do with him?He just wants to know the truth - that's all he cares about.

but--

Jane is different.

Never had experience before, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it - it was his first time trying - things that were completely out of control, feelings, oh, it was something new, something he hadn't experienced before .

Lo and behold, sex, drugs, infiltrating organized crime...he's tried almost anything that can stimulate his adrenal glands.If affection can excite him—why shouldn't he try it?

He is Sherlock Holmes, the best explorer in the whole world.

For any adventure, he is always eager and full of confidence.

——Jane Ruo and feelings are no exception.

Sherlock stared at the painful Jian Ruo, and moved the corners of his mouth: "——you know, I'm good at observation."

"...Yes." The girl's muffled voice sounded.

"I will find out all the truth myself—subjective narratives always contain a lot of fallacies. I think it's better for you not to say anything." His voice was flat, but when he listened carefully, he seemed to be able to feel the faintness hidden in it A touch of softness.

He pursed his lips, coughed, and then patted Jian Ruo's back lightly: "—do you need a blanket?"

Jane Ruo put down her hand to look at him: "What blanket?"

"A comforting blanket."

"But we have no blankets."

"You are always clueless—" Sherlock gave Jian Ruo a disgusted look, and shook his coat, "—can't you see that I happen to be wearing a coat."

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