[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

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It was a kiss.

It's like a flower, the wind blows the stem when you get close to appreciate it, it swaggers and touches your lips, the most gentle, like a dream.

Sherlock stared at the face in front of him.

This face is no different from the faces of other people in the world - he seldom pays attention to a person's face, he only needs to judge the person's identity, face, and facial features according to their temperament. Secondary blurred picture.

Oh, apparently, nothing is different.

He examined this very calmly, but he kept repeating that meaningless judgment in his heart.

At this moment, the brain seems to be out of control - Jian Ruo's behavior is obviously unexpected, he has thought about what she will do, countless simulations, predicted all her behavior patterns, but only missed this kind--

The nervous system seemed to slow down by half a beat. He felt a long-lost confusion, as if something exploded in an instant. Sherlock's face still maintained that unfathomable expressionless expression, but the next moment, Slowly, somewhat unnaturally, he closed his eyes.

— This is a kiss.

It obviously didn't come at the right time.

But for Jian Ruo, perhaps it was because it was not the right time that it seemed so appropriate.

There was a turbulent emotion sweeping her heart, and countless mixed memories flooded up like a flood—she didn't know what kind of kisses from "predecessors" in various poses, angles, and strengths recalled in her mind at this time. It's not that it's out of place, she's like an idiot who is full of theory but has no practical experience and is at a loss, playing the "Eighteen French Kissing Styles" in her mind, but in reality she sticks to the other's lips as innocently as a primary school student, motionless .

—Oh, this is Sherlock.

As long as she thinks of this, Jian Ruo feels that she is going to explode into a firework in the sky.

— But at least Sherlock didn't reject her, didn't he?

She put her hand lightly on Sherlock's shoulder, deepening the kiss tentatively.The silk nightgown on his body seemed to be falling apart, Jian Ruo's hands rested on the white shirt inside, the heat spread to her fingers through the shirt, an indescribable burning, and an indescribable sense of security slowly filling up Caring for Jian Ruo's heart, she wrinkled Sherlock's white shirt.

When the lips and teeth really blended together, the two of them moved almost at the same time.Jane Ruo didn't dare to open her eyes - what burned in her heart was an indescribable feeling that made people almost cry - it was hot and pure, as the feeling went up all the way, her face blushed, unconsciously Follow the "French Kissing Tutorial" carefully.

The other party put on a posture of letting Jian Ruo do whatever he wanted, neither taking the initiative nor resisting, just making a slight cooperative gesture, Jian Ruo suddenly felt like a prodigal son of a frivolous noble lady, looking at the beauty The trembling eyelashes, the thin red face, getting more and more insatiable - tossing, lingering -

In a sense, Orientals have always had a godlike learning skill, which is a racial gift.

She almost held most of the initiative. Sherlock was like a reserved cat, wagging his tail again and again, showing pleasure, but not clearly expressing—but soon, the two exchanged positions, Sherlock Pressing Jian Ruo, he clearly felt that his adrenaline was soaring rapidly, but who cares?

He was still reserved, but every movement carried a hint of persistence and determination.

Monopoly.

Sherlock didn't know what to think at this time, and instinct seemed to be the best way. He was like a rock climber. He had clearly seen the hope of success, but at the last moment he willingly stopped everything and fell into the abyss contentedly. .No thinking, no reason, no mind palaces—

The world stopped working.

—As for the topic they were discussing just now?Oh, what is that?Jian Ruo's gender?Of course, the obvious - are there any alternatives to women? ——This is really the best proof.Is there any proof more powerful than hands-on practice?

However, no matter how sweet a kiss is, there is a moment of end, just like no matter how beautiful a story is, it also has its last page.

Sherlock finally backed away slightly, but the feeling of cocaine/solution still lingered in his mind, his mind was not fully clear yet, perhaps at this moment Sherlock was more defenseless than ever.

He pursed his lips, raised his eyes and prepared to express his views on this "proof" pretending to be reserved——

Those black, bottomless, familiar eyes seemed to have been waiting at a certain place, quietly waiting for his self-inflicted snare.

defenseless—

Shylock's pupils shrank suddenly, he leaned back slightly, and suddenly raised his hand and clasped Jian Ruo's shoulder firmly. Her shoulder was so small and fragile, and at this moment it was slightly folded towards him. It was almost an easy task for him He clasped her shoulders, and the touch was as good as that kiss—they had never been as close as they were just now, but this moment was both close and far away, with heavy curtains and thousands of mountains and rivers.

This is really the best "proof" - just right.

His hands were still resting on Jian Ruo's shoulders. His pale, slender fingers were a pair of artist's hands. They had once played the most beautiful musical score, and had precisely controlled the control of chemical instruments. These hands It should be powerful - but now it seems to have slipped into the completely opposite state, slowly falling from Jian Ruo's shoulders.

— Hypnosis.

The best hypnosis begins when the opponent is most vulnerable, and if the opponent is not defenseless, then you have to create one.

Jian Ruo closed her eyes slightly, feeling complicated in her heart. Although it was said that she was creating a moment that was impossible to guard against, when she did that, she never thought that this trick would be so successful.

"Sleep well, Sherlock." Jane Ruo sat on the sofa, quietly staring at the face in front of her, watching him unwillingly, and slowly closed her eyes reluctantly in her words, then The pair of gray eyes that people are obsessed with but always maintain the ultimate calmness are finally covered, and the heavy curtain is slowly drawn down, accompanied by a strange calmness.

Jian Ruo got up from the sofa and stood up.

She paused and found herself shaking.

for what?Excited?hapiness?excited?sad?pain?have no choice?guilt?At a loss?

Her heart was empty, but it seemed to be full again for a moment. Sherlock was right in front of her, and he seemed to be trying to struggle out of her hypnosis—Sherlock should not have been so easily attracted by her. Hypnosis, but... He just relaxed his vigilance, how well he grasped that moment, he was defenseless, all the barriers and doubts in the past fell apart in an instant, allowing her to drive straight in—

Sherlock.

Jian Ruo stared at him, she didn't know what kind of emotion she had, bent down, leaned down, lowered her head, and kissed him gently again.Her long hair fell all over, some on Sherlock's face, some on his shoulders, and it was a delightful sight—

Maybe it wasn't a real kiss, it was just a touch, carefully, with a depth that even the person involved might not be clear about.

——It was a complete kiss that belonged to Jian Ruo.

Jian Ruo didn't know why, her eyes felt a little hot.

"Don't forget me, Sherlock." Her voice was trembling, but she subconsciously took on a commanding tone, which seemed to belong to her and belonged to someone else.

——Take this as another hypnosis, she can't imagine a future that Sherlock has forgotten.

The phone rang again.

The sound of Christmas songs slowly came from a distance, misty like fog, and the dark night was outside the window. The street lamps lowered their heads quietly, illuminating a small piece of road around them. The man in the black coat pulled his hat slightly, holding the The phone cast a distant gaze in this direction.

She hadn't prepared for anything, both to keep Sherlock from seeing it and because she had nothing in the first place.

Putting on the windbreaker and scarf, she lowered her eyes expressionlessly, took away the necessary documents, put the key on the table, opened the door, and the cold wind rushed in instantly, making people feel chilly, she paused After a while, he finally opened the door and left.

"Merry Christmas."

The Christmas greetings were all buried in the cold Christmas night with the soft "click" of the door.

……

"There is no snow this Christmas." Antonio watched Jian Ruo who was coming towards the wind, and said slowly, "——a weather that is very suitable for leaving."

"I hope it will snow." Jian Ruo straightened her scarf without looking at Antonio. "How can a Christmas without snow be considered a real Christmas?"

"The sadness of parting really needs Ye Xue to set off." Antonio stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to help Jian Ruo move the folded collar, but she turned her head unnaturally, and Antonio paused slightly, letting it go down.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him - her lips were ruddy, and he knew what had happened at a glance.This surprised him a little.Perhaps it was because he had been with her for a long time and knew her well, so the earth-shaking changes brought to her in the past few months made him so unbelievable.

At this moment, he was suddenly a little confused—it seemed that the people in front of him were neither the group of guys he hated, nor the young girl he was with. is changing.

"You still can't fully control that memory, so you still can't judge your own gender." He was silent for a while, and then said.

"Yes."

"—so how did you do it? You kissed him—I mean—did you love him?" His voice was soft.The two walked forward one after the other, and their backs looked like two ignorant children who had encountered the same misfortune and helped them move forward.

"...I don't know, maybe." Her voice sank, "I don't know why, but at that moment, I was sure that I was me..."

Her voice scattered in the air, like snowflakes blown by the wind, flying in an instant——

"...he exists, and is beyond question—as my belief."

……

"Jingle, jingle—"

A pale hand took off the golden bell hanging from the top of the Christmas tree.

The bell was a bit stupid, he twitched it lightly, facing the Christmas tree with twinkling lights, he was silent for a while.

"You're refusing the kindness of a Sherlock Holmes," he said quietly. "It's very stupid, isn't it?"

【Volume [-]: Stealer】End

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