[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

This time there was no Lord System, Sherlock fell into a coma for nearly two days before waking up.

Although Nott postponed the return journey by one day for Sherlock, this was already her maximum limit. The plane on the afternoon of the 24th had to go.

Fortunately, Sherlock woke up before Noo left.

"Welcome back to the world, Sherlock." Notte smiled, her brows and eyes curved.

Sherlock was really weak this time, he licked his chapped lips, "You forgive me?"

"Yeah." Nott replied.I don't know if Sherlock's character of never giving up until he achieves his goal is Sherlock's strength or weakness.

Sherlock fell into thought, and muttered, "Bitter tricks..."

Nott could imagine that Sherlock had already made a calculation table of the success rate of the bitter plan and various specific implementation plans in his mind.

She moved her finger, how about slapping the idiot awake?

"Although the success rate of bitter tricks is very high, I will be angry, and I am very angry now." In the end, Notte chose to kiss Sherlock, and sprinkling sugar was more in line with her style of painting.

Sherlock's brows furrowed again, looking terribly distressed.

"I think I need to reflect on myself." Nuo Te corrected his face slightly, "For this matter, I was also wrong. I... I believe in you in my heart, but I can't help but care about it. But your attitude of apologizing is not good. It's too bad. An apology should be lowered, but you're always threatening to prove that even if it's a trick..." Notte shook her head, and Sherlock couldn't let go of the trick, so what else could she say?

"I..." Sherlock was speechless.

Sherlock Holmes is a high IQ anti-social element, in his eyes the world is a stupid goldfish.He was proud by nature and disdainful of propriety.

Nott took his hand.Sherlock's already cold hands became even colder due to the IV drip due to illness.Slightly distressed.

"You once told me that I am special, even so, can't you let go of your pride in front of me?" Nuo Te was gentle and gentle, his eyes were as soft as water dripping out.

Notte confessed in a low voice, "I love you just as you love me."

"I love you as you love me."

"I'm very sorry."

Nott bent her lips and smiled, it was not easy to hear the sincerity from Sherlock's words, but she did it.

"Hey, it's tiring to fall in love with a high-intelligence anti-social person. All the normal ways of getting along with boyfriends and girlfriends have to be overturned." Notte sighed half truthfully and half falsely.

"At least I can still express my love in the way of a normal couple." Notte lowered her head cooperatively, and Sherlock kissed her on the corner of her lips.

"Ahem..." Watson gave a fake cough forcefully and knocked on the door.

Sherlock's throat was aroused by Watson's fake cough, and he coughed for a while. Notte hurriedly held water and stroked his back, but he didn't even look at Watson.

Watson: "..." I am a light bulb I am a light bulb I am a light bulb

"Good afternoon, Dr. Watson." Notte greeted with a smile, and glanced at the time. Since you are here, I should go. There are a lot of people and things waiting for me at home. "

Sherlock frowned again.Knowing that he couldn't stop Nuo Te, he coughed and looked away slightly, a little awkwardly, "January 1 is my birthday."

Nuo Te understood immediately, "I will definitely come back no matter what, and even if I don't come back, I won't send your gift back."

"You know I don't care about presents." Sherlock's words are absolutely true. Does he still care about presents after so many years without birthdays?

Nuo Te also knew that it was this that made people feel sweeter.

"I'll come back without the gift." Nott helped Sherlock tuck the quilt, staring at him as he retracted his hand into the quilt.

In the end, Mrs. Hudson was asked to take care of Sherlock temporarily, Watson saw him off, and Notte boarded the plane without attachment.

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After this time of parting, Sherlock was much silent this time.But he still didn't give up his great cause of death, but this time his actions were much more concealed.If Mycroft hadn't told him, Watson wouldn't have known that Sherlock had let Irene go secretly.He struggled for a long time, and decided not to tell Notte about it. After all, Sherlock had threatened Irene never to appear in front of him, so why bother?

Time flies by, and soon it will be Sherlock's birthday.He had hacked into the airline's systems long ago and hadn't found Note's name on the plane's most recent flight from France to England.Although it was possible that Noote would come by private plane, this discovery still made Sherlock very unhappy.

Although receiving the blessing text message from Nuo Te did not save his mood much, let alone other people.

Until McCoff made an appointment with him at the hospital.

Sherlock initially refused, but Mycroft affirmed his relationship with Irene.Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but went to the appointment anyway.

"I never knew my brother was so stupid." Mycroft sneered when he saw Sherlock.There was a mocking smile on his face, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

"Sherlock, you let Irene Adler go conceitedly. Do you think that you can take away the evidence of her threatening others and get hold of her? So you can exile her on your own terms. To America?"

"I broke the case, and I caught the person." Sherlock argued with McCoff unceremoniously, "Is putting her in prison the best way? I have no less than ten ways to do it." Escaping from prison alone is easier with a partner."

"Is it a good idea to exile her to the United States?" McCoff sneered, "Sherlock, you don't know who your ego has hurt."

"It is true that you cracked Irene's case so that the terrorist organization did not discover our conspiracy and indirectly saved the lives of people on the plane, but you let Adler go, and she told the terrorists about the private flight that Notte took, and Convince them to provoke the Merovingian family and France by killing the heir of the Merovingian family."

"Sherlock, everyone has to pay for what they do, and you are no exception."

"I don't know if my future siblings will be Irene Holmes or Emily Holmes or someone else, but it won't be Knott Holmes after all."

"What?" Sherlock was in a trance for a moment, and his quick-response brain froze all of a sudden, unable to digest Mycroft's words.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock and said word by word, "I mean everything, Noot is dead."

"You're lying." Sherlock vetoed him without hesitation, even though he had no proof.

McCoff ignored Sherlock's unreasonable trouble, and continued, "Fortunately, the place where the plane crashed was in the UK, so I was able to snatch Notte's body. But you know, someone in France will go through normal procedures to get the body back soon. Then I have no reason to refuse."

He stepped back a little, leaving the door to Sherlock, "She's inside, you can do the autopsy yourself, but don't do it, otherwise I can't explain."

Sherlock felt a fear from the bottom of his heart. He slowly reached out and grabbed the doorknob, but he dared not open it.

He didn't believe Mycroft's words from the bottom of his heart, but there was no need for McCoff to lie to him about this matter.

"Wait." Mycroft said suddenly.

Sherlock withdrew his hand suddenly as if being scalded, and looked at Mycroft with a look of expectation that he had never had before.

McCoff paused, but just took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and gave Sherlock one, "Go in after you smoke it. Maybe it will make you feel better."

Sherlock's eyes dimmed, but he didn't refuse.

"I won't believe you." Sherlock exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"Accepting reality is your job, not mine." Mycroft also lit a cigarette.

After slowly smoking a cigarette, Sherlock mustered up the courage to go in.

The room was empty, and the air-conditioning was extremely low. There was only a girl lying on the mortuary table in the middle.

Sherlock walked in bit by bit, and his heart sank bit by bit.

The same hair, the same figure, and the same length and color of hair as when Notte left.

The girl's body appeared to be intact, which is not the case with a dead body after a plane crash.

She lay there with a pale face, and even her delicate lips lost their color. When she touched her with her hand, her body was as cold as ice.

Sherlock checked his pulse and heartbeat, measured his body temperature, and looked at his pupils...

He has tried every method he can think of to test life and death.

She is dead.

Sherlock still couldn't believe it.

If he couldn't prove the girl was okay, he could prove she wasn't Noot.

He slowly opened the girl's sweater, for fear of accidentally waking her up.In the middle of the shoulder blades, there is a red inverse cross, but the luster is dull, like a coagulated bloodstain.

The Merovingian family used to be the royal family of France. Legend has it that they have the ability to heal the wounded and the sick. Even believers believe that their mana extends to the tassels of their clothes.So when a line of mourners passed Béranger Saunière's body after his robe-covered body, each took off a tassel.It is said that the kings of the Merovingian tribe all had birthmarks, shaped like the red cross worn by the Templars, located above the heart or in the middle of the shoulder blades.

Nott is the only member of the Merovingian family who has a red cross in more than 100 years, so the Merovingian family will recognize her as the heir.But her cross is reversed, and her position is not so stable.

This is the most special sign on Notte.

Sherlock stroked the cross birthmark carefully.

To his despair——

Not tattoos, not makeup.

This is real.

Nott is really dead.

Sherlock held Notte's cold hand, bewildered.