[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

Sherlock got up and walked to the window, watching Notte get into the car.He raised his hand, unbuttoned his nightgown, and threw it on the sofa.Under the nightgown, he was wearing a neat shirt with every cuff button buttoned neatly.

How could Sherlock Holmes, who can never be defeated, endure a weak and injured body?He exchanged the treatment medicine with the system last night, and the wound was completely healed this morning.

For the purpose of deceiving others and aiming at Notte, he still pretended that the wound was not healed.

Sherlock drew the curtains and went to explore her bedroom while Notte was out.

He opened the door of Nott's bedroom with gloves on.This is definitely not unnecessary caution. If she finds out what traces are left behind, she will definitely turn against him.

He couldn't avoid this annoying status quo: although the injury brought a relaxation of the relationship, it couldn't be compared with the previous almost conniving attitude.

Sherlock knew that Knott had no long-term plan to live since he moved in.It can be seen from the layout of the living room - all the furnishings are completely his style.This was not only because of her consideration for him, but also because she felt that the arrangement here had nothing to do with her for a long time.Similarly, she did not make much changes to Mrs. Hudson's room, but added a few trinkets to show her personal style.

This is not the first time he has entered Notte's bedroom, and he knows these arrangements by heart.But due to restrictions, he hadn't opened her safe before, and that's what he was going to do today.

All of Noote's things were tidy and clean, and she didn't have the habit of locking things, except for the safe that she carried with her.

The safe she uses requires fingerprint lock and combination lock input.It's easy to extract Nuo Te's fingerprints, the model was just made by him two days ago.

Sherlock opened the bedside table, and the safe was thrown in there, with a stack of papers under it.

He vaguely saw a line of small characters - Xiali Cat's daily life.

Out of curiosity, he took it out.

Painting is an indispensable course in the education of the nobles, and of course Notte has learned it.It's not uncommon for her to have some essays in her drawer, but she definitely doesn't study comics.

Sherlock can't accept being anthropomorphized as a cat.

The first picture at the beginning shows "he" looking wet, with black cat ears drooping, and displeasure written all over his face.Below the painting is the gorgeous cursive font of Nott, and a small os comment: Oh, I hate coffee!

The second picture shows "he" wearing a gorgeous nightgown and looking arrogant. The os of this picture is: Stupid mortal, come and worship me!

Sherlock quickly flipped through these paintings, which he thought were extremely boring, and finally stopped at the last one.

There are no strange simulacrums on this one, a serious portrait.In the painting, he is holding a narcissus in his hand, slightly bowing his head and kissing, his brows and eyes are inconceivably gentle.Sherlock himself couldn't believe that he would show such a look.

Nott's Christian name is lily, which means narcissus.

If Mr. System is here and let it judge this painting, it will definitely say that it is out of liking.

But with Sherlock's meager knowledge, he can deduce something.

Although for the painter Note, she just wanted to record the daily life of the male god as a souvenir.

The painting stopped abruptly at this point. Later, Noate was injured, and some other things happened, so the painting did not continue.Sherlock didn't want to admit it, but the bigger reason was that she didn't think the memories behind were worth drawing.

"It's not a gentleman to go into a lady's room without permission." Mycroft leaned against the door, a formulaic smile on his face.

He walked over to Sherlock dangling his little black umbrella, and reached for Sherlock's painting.Sherlock resisted a bit, but let go.

Mycroft casually flipped through the paintings in his hand, and his fingers rested on the last painting. He sneered, "Did this painting make you cry?"

Sherlock stood up and took back the drawing paper: "This has nothing to do with you. What's your business?"

McCaw pulled a chair and sat down, "Let me take care of your wonderful cohabitation life."

"Forget it, Mycroft. You never go to the Three Jewels Hall for nothing."

"Why not, Sherlock. I used to think about what kind of woman would impress you when I was very bored..."

Sherlock interrupted him unceremoniously, "You are thinking about whether to send troops to Iraq even when you go to the toilet. How much time do you have to think about such a boring question?"

"While brushing your teeth." McCoff paused and continued his topic, "I think that must be a smart lady who can teach my arrogant brother a hard lesson and make you remember her forever. Mo For a gentle girl like Miss Lowin, there is a suitor you ignore... called..."

"Jasmine, Jasmine Amber." Sherlock reminded.

"Yes, with Miss Jasmine Amber in front, I wasn't worried about her at first, but the development of the matter seems to be a bit beyond my expectation... Sherlock, have you been moved by her meticulous tenderness?"

Sherlock said with disgust: "Mycroft's wording of not seeing you for a while is even more disgusting. What have you been watching recently?"

"Sherlock, you are avoiding my question."

"Escape?" Sherlock smiled contemptuously, "Love comes from the impulse of sex and desire, and that kind of thing will affect my thinking." Speaking of this, he thought of Notte's painting, the style of which is obvious The artist's affection for the subject of the painting is not love.

"Like your injured right hand?" Mycroft asked back, "My people told me that the lancet would not have seriously injured Miss Merovingian, but you still blocked it for her."

Sherlock retorted: "I'm just keeping my promise to her, and I never break my word."

"I hope so. I hope you really just feel guilty and keep your promise, not feel distressed or pity or anything."

"That's the end of the chat." Mycroft stood up. "Mr. Stock is coming back soon. Miss Meroving is leaving 221b Baker Street. What are you going to do?"

"I don't need you to worry about that." Sherlock said indifferently.

"My suggestion is—the best way to get a woman hooked is love. As long as you don't put yourself in it."

Sherlock didn't answer, and made it clear that he meant to see off the guests: "Walk slowly and don't see off."

Mycroft left, and Sherlock restored Note's things to their original state and went downstairs.

Not until noon came back in a mess.

Sherlock put down the book in his hand and glanced at her——

There were bloodstains on the back of the hands and clothes, and there were friction marks on the cuffs and trousers...

He asked: "You pulled out the needle in the middle of the drip and ran out through the window... What did you encounter?"

Notte was still in fear: "I met Moriarty in the hospital. I didn't dare to meet him face to face, so I ran away in fright."

Sherlock looked very calm, "You don't have to worry, he won't hurt you until he plans to start the next round of the game."

Nott glanced at Sherlock who was reading a book honestly, a little strangely, "How did you change your clothes?"

Sherlock replied vaguely, "McCoff came here just now."

Nott imagined the scene of Mycroft helping Sherlock get dressed, the picture was so beautiful that she dared not look at it.

She paused and changed the subject, "What are you looking at?"

"Poems of Tagore."

Nuote: "..." She seemed to be in a coma, and had some auditory hallucinations.

Sherlock randomly turned a page and read a poem expressionlessly: "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. I think I need to cultivate my sentiment."

Note: "..."

She didn't say anything, and went upstairs to change her clothes silently.

She wondered a little whether Sherlock had hurt his hand or his brain.

When Notte went downstairs again, Sherlock was still wrestling with the poetry collection in his hand, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.She made a cup of rose tea, the effect of brown sugar water would be better, but it's not convenient for her to get it now.The intravenous drip started to take effect, and she felt a little sleepy, so she rolled up a blanket and lay down on the sofa to sleep.

Seeing that Notte was asleep, Sherlock put down the book in his hand and walked to her side.She didn't sleep well, trying to curl herself up like a hedgehog in danger, looking pitiful.

He knew why she was sleeping on the sofa—out of care for his own, more seriously injured patient, so that he could be on call.She knew that he was never polite when ordering people around.

She is gentle and considerate, and few people can not be moved by her.In a way, it's downright scary.

Sherlock picked up Nott and put her on his bed.He stood by the bed watching for a moment, then suddenly leaned over.He hesitated for a moment, and pressed a light kiss on her lips.Like the previous ones, the lip-smacking isn't annoying.He had kissed lightly with Notte.He didn't know if kissing all girls felt like this.But his instinct is not.

Sherlock tentatively stretched out his tongue and licked her lips, as if he tasted a little rose tea.He was bewildered by his impulses, it wasn't acting against his will, and he didn't feel sick.

If he doesn't hate hugging and kissing her, and even miss her tenderness.Then being together is not unacceptable.

Apart from death, nothing can separate them, which seems to be good.

Sherlock doesn't believe in love and marriage, he thinks spiritual dependence is better than everything.However, Mr. System made him realize that she would fall in love, get married, and leave his life forever...

However, he wanted her to be with him forever.