[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

"Good morning, Sherlock, Notte."

"I'm sorry to disturb you and interrupt your breakfast." Lestrade strode in and asked, pointing to a cup of coffee on the table, "Can I?"

"Good morning, Inspector Lestrade. Of course, please." Notte nodded.She didn't touch the cup of coffee.

"Thank you." Lestrade took a big gulp from his cup.

"You didn't say sorry even if you broke into my room before." Sherlock expressed dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry you don't need to say anything at all." Lestrade said angrily, "There was a bombing in London this morning. Sherlock, do you remember how you promised me?"

"I know, can you not mention the word guarantee?" Sherlock looked indifferent, "The fire caused by the explosion burned a closed bar with zero casualties. I knew it a long time ago. Don't worry, it's not a bomb The customer did it."

Lestrade's eyes widened in surprise, "Sherlock, how do you know?"

Sherlock glanced at Knott, but didn't answer.

Nott understood, the bar they went to yesterday had been burned down.

"Then can you tell me who did it?" Lestrade changed the question.

"The appraisal results will be out soon." Today's newspaper seemed particularly attractive, and Sherlock hadn't looked up since Lestrade came in.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lestrade's phone rang.

"What did you say? Accident? Okay, I see."

Where did Nuote leave from last night, and couldn't help asking: "What's going on?"

Lestrade hung up the phone, "It was purely an accident. There have been too many cases at hand recently, and I'm a bit desperate."

With one of the troubles at hand resolved, he heaved a sigh of relief and was about to sit down and rest for a while.

"It's always better to be cautious." Notte said this, unbelieving in her heart.She guessed that maybe the Countess did it herself, but why didn't Sherlock expose it?

"Sherlock, is there any progress on the bombing?"

Sherlock put down the newspaper and threw it on the table, "This is exactly what I was talking to you about. I'm going to get something, Lestrade, you come with me, we'll talk about the specific way."

Lestrade watched Sherlock get into the bedroom, and asked in a low voice, "Did you quarrel with Sherlock last night? Your face was very ugly."

"That's right. I quarreled with Sherlock. And we broke up." Notte admitted frankly, and she no longer wanted to bear this inexplicable identity, "I've had enough of him. After a while I will Moved away. Sherlock and I are still friends even after breaking up. I am very grateful that he is willing to take me in for a while.

Lestrade: "..." He showed affection yesterday, did he break up today with such affection?He is too old to keep up with the rhythm of young people now.

Thinking that Sherlock is the younger brother of his boss, Lestrade felt that he had to do something, "Nort, I think there must be some misunderstanding between you. Young people, don't be impulsive, you also know that Sherlock sometimes Most of the time the dog can't get the ivory out of his mouth."

"There is no misunderstanding between us, only contradictions." Nuote sneered.She knew that Sherlock was bad, but she didn't expect it to be this bad.

Lestrade opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him, but Notte spoke first, "People like me must be realistic. No matter how you say it, my family is not something he can afford."

Notte smiled slightly, and made up the last knife: "Besides, my father is the only child of mine, do you think Sherlock will be the door-to-door son-in-law?"

"So long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

One hit kill!

Lestrade took a sip of coffee silently, and Sherlock is the door-to-door son-in-law?The picture was so beautiful that he dared not look at it.

The two eavesdropping silently in the bedroom at the moment—

【Hahahaha, Sherlock, you are the son-in-law, hahaha~】

[But in fact, you don't even have the chance to be a door-to-door son-in-law, and now my sister hates you to death. 】

【To shut up! 】

"Oh, Noe, where did you get this coffee, it tastes really good." Lestrade took another sip of coffee and changed the subject, "My girlfriend likes coffee very much, I want to buy some for her birthday Gift……"

"I think it's hard for you to buy. It's the Esmeralda coffee from Shangri-La Estate, Panama's favorite, which costs 104 dollars per pound. The cup you drink is worth 29.5 pounds without water and sugar. "Sherlock walked out of the room, "And I don't think your new girlfriend is worth your efforts to please her. She asked you to get back together last night and was very enthusiastic about you? That's her recent Another boyfriend dumped her and had to hold on to your backup until you found a new one."

"Sherlock, I don't want to quarrel with you." Lestrade's face was blue.

"Sherlock!" Nott said reproachfully.

"Okay." Sherlock shrugged, "Lestrade, can you go out first?"

"Of course, you guys have a good talk." Lestrade walked up to Sherlock and patted him on the shoulder, "Girl, just give it a good cuddle."

Sherlock didn't speak, but he didn't say anything to refute.

"Notte, I'm really sorry, I..." Sherlock carefully chose his words, he had very little experience of apologizing, let alone sweet words, so he could only repeat pale sorry.

"Sherlock, for things that can be forgiven, it doesn't matter if you don't say sorry. For things that are unforgivable, it's useless to say sorry." Notte said coldly, "You still have business, so hurry up and leave."

"I..." Sherlock was speechless.

[Sherlock, do you want to try the route of robbery?Let's just cook the raw rice and cook it. 】

【…】

Sherlock took a step forward, and Notte took a step back, staring at him warily.

[Forget it, Sherlock.The more you refuse to give up now, the angrier you will be.Let's come again after thinking about it. 】

"You have a good rest. We'll talk tonight." Sherlock left the room without leaving a word.

Nuo Te fell on the table, her inexplicably sour eyes.

In fact, she had expectations for Sherlock from the very beginning, and even out of the unspeakable feelings of a girl, she thought she could impress the male god, make him remember herself, treat herself as a friend...even fall in love with herself.

She is really disgusting like this, she deserves to be used!

Just found out that I had some unspeakable little thoughts about Sherlock Holmes, but after the reality was severely slapped in the face, Notte became sober, and became sober about the saying that idols can only be seen from afar but not touched understanding.

Nott didn't see Sherlock for the rest of the day.Without it, Sherlock's time was much more leisurely, drinking tea, reading a book, and chatting with Mrs. Hudson, the time passed quickly.

In the evening, Sherlock hadn't come back, and Knott had dinner with Mrs. Hudson and went to bed early.

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It was already midnight when Sherlock returned to 221b Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson came out at the sound of his footsteps, and looked as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Sherlock, did you make Nott angry? She looks very depressed all day, with a forced smile." Mrs. Hudson said in a questioning tone as soon as she came up.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you know how I can make her forgive me?" Sherlock had a headache.

His mind was distracted by the case without this headache, but the Bomber was simply stalling for time.In addition to solving the clues of the bomber today, he also solved a jewelry theft case and a robbery on the road.

The case was too simple and he had a lot of spare time.But time cannot make up for lack of emotional intelligence.Sherlock once thought of directly hypnotizing Notte and forgetting about it.But no, those memories are like a lake, the reconstruction of the dam is already very fragile, that night is like a canal, slightly releasing the water of the lake.If Sherlock is completely blocked, then if one day the dam collapses, Noot will not be able to bear it at all.

Mrs. Hudson looked surprised. She thought Sherlock was going to contradict her.She smiled and said, "Girl, I apologize, just buy some gifts to coax her."

"I'm so stupid to ask you. If you knew how you couldn't even catch up with the bakery owner." Sherlock muttered.Everyone said to coax Note, but he had already tried it, and it didn't work at all!

【Sherlock, if that's considered coaxing...】

【What else do you want from me! 】

[Do you understand the sweet talk? 】

[It's impossible for me to keep saying those disgusting things, those words can be effective for a lifetime?My credit is broken... isn't it? 】

[…] Sherlock understood once in a while, and he was speechless.

"Sherlock!" cried Mrs. Hudson angrily.

Sherlock has already thumped upstairs.

It was pitch dark in the room, and there was no doubt that Notte hadn't left him dinner, let alone woke him up in the middle of the night to make it fresh for him.Sherlock went straight back to the bedroom without turning on the light.He came out of the shower and glanced in the direction of Nott's bedroom.

Nuo Te was tossing and turning on the bed, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he was muttering in a low voice.

"Sure enough, as long as the illusion created is broken, there will be cracks."

[Sherlock, trespassing on a lady's boudoir in the middle of the night is not something a gentleman does. 】

【Yeah?Don't be so cheerful in your tone so that your persuasion will appear more sincere. 】

【…】

Sherlock leaned over and touched Notte's forehead, thought for a while, and climbed onto her bed.

[Aww, what are you doing, Sherlock? !Although I have always encouraged you to do that, if you dare now, my sister will definitely fight with you! 】

【Shut up!What do you think I'm going to do? 】

He took the girl into his arms, stroked her long hair, and said in a low voice, "Good girl, don't be afraid."

Nuo Te moved, habitually got into the man's arms, and found a comfortable position.

"Don't be afraid, those are just dreams, they are all fake, no one can hurt you."

"Don't be afraid, with me by your side, no one can hurt you."

"Don't be afraid, I promise, no one can hurt you."

Sherlock comforted her slowly, and Notte gradually calmed down.

A night without dreams.