[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

When Nuo Te finished changing her clothes and arranging her hair, the cell phone rang suddenly.

Nuote held the phone, thought carefully about what he hadn't done recently, and then answered the phone.

"Daddy, good morning."

"Okay. Notte Merovingian, you're doing well!" The male voice on the phone gritted his teeth and paused every word.

Nuote shuddered and hurriedly confessed: "I've been in England all this time, and I haven't done anything!"

"Then tell me what happened to the ogre dinner! The invitations have all been sent home. Can you get involved in that circle?!" Mr. Meroving's tone was almost furious.

Note: "..."

Damn, she forgot about this.The aristocratic circle is so big, she pretended to die and gave her real name...::>_<::

Notte hurriedly explained: "Daddy, listen to me explain..."

"There is no need to explain. I know about you and Stoke. If you ask him for help again, I will pack you back to France immediately."

Noter paused, and asked cautiously, "Is that all?"

"Then officially accept the heir training." Mr. Meroving's tone was terrifyingly calm.

Nott is scared, Emma, ​​her grades at that time were simply horrible, and the heir training will be deadly.She immediately admitted her mistake: "I was wrong, and I dare not do it again."

"I hope you can learn a lesson." Mr. Meroving paused, and said in a low voice, "Your mommy told me to tell you, you have been wandering outside for a long time, you must remember to go home."

Nuote: "..." When you said this, did you ever think about who forced her to stay abroad? !

"That's what I want to say too. When everything is over..." Mr. Meroving hung up the phone halfway through his words.

Nuo Te held the phone, a little dazed.Her always ruthless daddy actually became warm?Is it because there are more and more abnormal people in this world, or is she abnormal?

Suddenly the door opened.Without even looking back, she asked, "Sherlock, why did you come in?"

Sherlock closed the door smoothly, "You stayed longer than I expected."

Nuo Te shook the phone, "I answered a call, is there anything you need to call me urgently?"

"What do you think of Dr. Watson?" Sherlock picked up Notte's comb and combed her hair.

If there is anything that Nott likes about her appearance, it is probably only her hair.For this waist-length hair, she spends a lot of money on hair maintenance every year.But it's all worth it, her hair is as beautiful as O. Henry's Maggie.

Nott thought about the summary and generalization of Dr. Watson that he saw in his previous life, "He should be a resolute person, but the war still caused serious damage to his mind, such as his legs. And the 'disability' made him He is very sensitive, and what happened recently has exhausted him even more." She paused, "It's gone."

"That's right. I think we should give the guests a surprise." Sherlock stopped combing his hair and brushed Notte's long hair.

"Don't pull your hair back, let my scalp go." Notte felt Sherlock pull her hair and complained.She didn't tie her hair up very often, and the last time Sherlock did it, her scalp hurt for days.

"Okay." Sherlock picked up a camellia hairpin and pinned it in her hair.

[System prompt: Congratulations on completing the daily task 5: a thoughtful act. 】

[System prompt: Congratulations on completing today's daily tasks, reward points: 20. 】

[Congratulations, Sherlock, today's task is completed.You've been doing great lately with zero losses. 】

"Honey, what's your idea?" Notte turned around and faced Sherlock.

"Dear Notte, you know me best. I need your cooperation." Sherlock smiled slightly.

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Note changed into a pure white camisole, which was as thin as a cloud of mist, and she wore shorts of the same color as the day before. Her long hair reached her waist, and she was as beautiful as a delicate lily.

When she came out of the bedroom, the two gentlemen were sitting awkwardly on the sofa looking at each other, and the atmosphere in the living room was extremely awkward.After all, it is not common for the host to leave the guests and hostess behind and walk into the bedroom.

Notte walked into the kitchen and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Tea, thank you."

"Clear coffee, thank you."

Notte seemed to remember it suddenly, and said, "Oh, yes. Mr. Stanford, Sherlock let you in. He wants to talk to you alone."

"Me? What is there to talk about with me?" Stanford complained and walked into the bedroom.

Notte came out of the kitchen with a drink, put the tea on the table, handed the coffee to Watson, brushed the back of Watson's hand lightly with his fingertips, pursed his lips and smiled, "Doctor Watson, your coffee. "

Watson immediately put down the coffee cup, subconsciously rubbed his fingers against the touched place, and thanked him cautiously.

Notte laughed softly and sat on the arm of the sofa.With one hand propped on the back of the sofa, she spoke softly, "I heard that Dr. Watson has been on the battlefield?"

Such an almost provocative gesture made Watson somewhat resistant, and he sat aside, "Yes."

Nott bent slightly, leaned closer, exclaimed in a low voice, and said in an admiring tone: "Oh, that's terrible, you are so brave."

"Thank you." Watson was extremely embarrassed, and now he could see Notte's delicate and fair collarbone just by tilting his head slightly.

He felt that his current appearance would not please the lady at all, but he was seduced by the young and beautiful hostess the first time he came to the door, and he really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Did Mr. Holmes tell you? Watson changed the subject and hinted the existence of Noto Sherlock Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes? No, no, of course it's not him." Notte pointed her finger at her lips and shook her head slightly. "I have my own way that I know."

She stood up, went to the table, picked up the long knife thrown by Sherlock on the table, turned her back to Watson to play with, and said casually, "Doctor Watson, what do you think of Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"His reasoning is wonderful," Watson praised. "He is a very good man."

"Sherlock, he is indeed very smart. However, people always have weaknesses, such as love. Sherlock Holmes who fell in love is as stupid as an ordinary man." Notte took a long knife and lightly tapped his hand. After a light touch, a bloody trace immediately appeared on the palm of the hand. "If it wasn't for you, I should have killed him just now."

"Miss Meroving..." Watson became vigilant.

A gunshot came from the bedroom, interrupting his words, followed by Stanford's screams, and Watson subconsciously followed the reputation.

"What happened?" He stood up.

"It's a little thing, don't worry, Dr. Watson." Notte smiled charmingly, like a delicate piranha. "I didn't want to implicate innocent people. It's just that you came here by accident. I happened to be a companion on the way to hell. Forgive me for being rude. I don't think you can enter heaven."

"Miss Meroving, this joke is a bit big." Watson said, one hand quietly touched the back of his waist, but found nothing.

"I'm not joking. Are you looking for this?" Notte took out a gun, unloaded the clip neatly, and threw it aside casually. "To be honest, I don't like it very much."

"Dear Dr. Watson, let me have a look at your skills." Notte held the long knife and faced Watson.

A deep and hoarse male voice came from Sherlock's bedroom, "Merovingian, fighting is not what you are good at, so leave it to me."

"Can't I deal with an unarmed and disabled person? It's just time to move my arms and legs." Notte smiled contemptuously. "After all, Mr. Holmes taught me martial arts for a week."

When she was speaking, her hands were not idle, and she picked up the long knife and chopped it at Watson's leg.

Watson was restricted by the sofa, so he had no choice but to pick up his crutches to block it.

After a few rounds, Watson realized that this girl must have studied anatomy. She was so accurate that he couldn't help but notice.Watson felt that he was a little sorry for his profession...Look at them, every time they strike, they are all kinds of arteries and internal organs, which can kill you if you are not careful.

She looks soft and weak, but she is ruthless.

Note was flexible in his hands and feet, but not strong enough. After a few rounds with Watson, the long knife was out of his hand.

Emma, ​​play off. Σ(°△°|||)︴

She simply went all out and took the opportunity to bite Watson. He screamed and the crutch in his hand fell to the ground.

Nott pulled the handle from the bookshelf, pointed the gun at Watson, and smiled slightly, "It's over." She said, and pulled the trigger.

Watson closed his eyes in despair and waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

He opened his eyes, only to find that the muzzle of the gun was just shooting out flames.

"Sherlock, you haven't come out yet." After finishing speaking, Notte coughed hard a few times.

Dr. Watson's strikes were so heavy::>_<::

The bedroom door was opened, and Sherlock came out, "You performed well."

"In the future, you should do such laborious things by yourself. I'd rather be the one who says, 'You've done a good job.'" Notte let go of Watson and stood up.

"This kind of performance is easier to believe when you do it. To be honest, I think...you can find a more suitable excuse, not so..." Sherlock frowned slightly, as if he couldn't find a suitable excuse. Adjectives, "I found that you seem to like to use such means?"

"Since my parents gave me a good look, the beauty trick is useless, and I don't really know what to do. And that's the most suitable way I can find to distract him." Nuo Te seemed indifferent Extremely, he turned to complain to Sherlock, "You put the gun too low, I couldn't reach it for a long time."

Watson then saw Stanford come out of Sherlock's bedroom intact.The conversation between Notte and Sherlock made him even more confused, "What happened? What are you talking about? What's going on here?"

Stanford shrugged, "I don't know either."

Watson tried to sort out the cause and effect from the dialogue between Sherlock and Notte.He interrupted in surprise, "Wait a minute, is Mr. Holmes holding my gun?"

"Of course it's him."

"Of course it is me."

Nott and Sherlock said in unison.Sherlock paused, then added: "I took it and put it behind the pillow behind you, and you didn't notice it at all."

Nuo Te reacted belatedly, "Wait a minute, did you say that as my boyfriend?"

"I think I've been attached to this identity for a long time."

Notte: "..." Covering her face, it's her and not Sherlock who is out of state, which is simply unscientific.

Note gave a fake cough and changed the subject: "What reason did you find when you took the gun?"

"Find your missing earrings."

"But I don't wear earrings at all today."

"They won't notice."

"..."

What Shylock said was so reasonable that everyone present was speechless.

Watson couldn't bear it anymore and said, "So you are teasing me?"

"Of course not." Sherlock replied quickly, "This is just a simple treatment. How does your right leg feel?"

Watson froze for a moment, looked down at his legs, moved them a bit, and said in surprise, "My legs..."

Sherlock said proudly: "I said, you are just psychologically traumatized."

Nott spread out her hand in front of Watson, the red marks on it were gone, and the "wound" disappeared immediately with a tissue towel.She explained: "When I was playing with the knife with my back to you, I quietly smeared the paint on the blade."

"Stanford is even simpler. With his timid character, I just fired an empty gun at him, and his screams were heard even by Mrs. Hudson downstairs." Sherlock said with a bit of contempt.

Stanford expressed dissatisfaction, "Normal people would be afraid."

Sherlock sneered: "Not everyone would call it that miserable. Thank you so much for not fainting from fright, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to convince Dr. Watson that I didn't do anything to you."

Stanford made a gesture of surrender. He said that Sherlock was fine.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and then said in a low and hoarse voice: "Very simple voice change."

Notte spread her hands, "As for my words and actions, they are just to convince you that I am really a bad guy. My boyfriend is Sherlock Holmes, and I have no plans to cheat at the moment."

Note paused, seeing that Sherlock had no intention of speaking, and continued: "We did this because Sherlock felt that we should give you a gift."

"..."

One of these two had an innocent and pure face, and the other almost had "Praise me" written on his face. No matter how he looked at it, Watson felt like a pair of gangsters... although they helped him.

He expressed his thanks with a complicated expression.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Notte smacked her mouth, turned and walked to the bathroom.

"Doctor Watson, what did you spill on your hands this morning?" Sherlock asked suddenly, looking at Notte's back thoughtfully.

"The rotten milk in the refrigerator?" Watson recalled for a moment, then remembered something, and fell silent.

"Thank you, Sherlock. I'd rather not know anything." Notte's voice contained anger.