Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

After five years of sweeping away Professor Mo's powerful criminal network, Sherlock's life returned from a high degree of tension and excitement to an ordinary and boring daily life.

Because of the turmoil between five years, Hamish is very dependent on him.She was afraid, and only by Sherlock's side could she feel at ease.

Hamish doesn't overdo it and seems to be just a little girl attached to her father.

Therefore, by the time Watson realizes that something is wrong, Hamish is already eight years old and should enter the school to receive the same education as all children.

Hamish was unwilling to leave Sherlock, she strongly disliked going to school, even if Sherlock handled the case, she almost accompanied him.

Watson took her for psychological assistance, but it didn't work. She still held Sherlock, like holding the safest weapon.

Sherlock doesn't think it is necessary for Hamish to receive psychological treatment at all. He has been helping Hamish to overcome his fear in a simple and direct way. Now Hamish can accompany him to participate in bizarre cases without changing his expression.

"But she is still afraid, Sherlock." Watson frowned, showing even more his perseverance through the years. "She dare not leave you. This is fear. She is too insecure."

Sherlock shrugged and signaled Watson to be free. In his eyes, it would be perfect for Hamish to accompany him all the time. He would teach her everything and not have to live a boring life because of the so-called biological age.

Watson eventually succeeded in getting Hamish to go to school, not because of counseling, but because of his daughter Shirley.

It was Christmas Eve night, Baker Street 221B was filled with rare warmth and liveliness, Shirley and Hamish were enjoying the fire and listening to Watson telling them about their past deeds, Shirley liked to hear his and Sherlock's case-solving stories, Hamish liked to hear Watson tell his military exploits.

Therefore, when the case found Sherlock and disappeared with Watson, Shirley and Hamish were still a little unsatisfied, and the excitement lingered in their chests, wanting to act boldly once.

Mrs. Hudson had already fallen asleep, and Shirley and Hamish sneaked out the door, wanting to go to the scene of the crime they heard, completely forgetting Watson's warning before leaving.

On Christmas Eve, there seemed to be fewer taxis. Shirley and Hamish walked along the street boredly, hoping to meet a taxi that was working hard.

As they walked more and more darkly, the lights of London seemed to be isolated by the fluttering snowflakes, and a figure was projected in front of them.

The woman in the shadow had a ferocious smile on her face, like a vicious witch, who would throw them into the stove and boil them into thick soup in the next second.

Shirley pinched Hamish's palm, the two looked at each other, turned around and tried to run towards the street.

Compared with Shirley, Hamish's physical fitness is really poor. Shirley grabbed Hamish and almost dragged her away.

They are just 8-year-old children. This is almost an abandoned area. The lights and crowds seem to be far away from them, but the footsteps behind them are getting closer, mixed with sharp and terrifying laughter.

Shirley tried her best to turn the corner along the complicated alley, ran into the narrow passage with her short stature, found a residual corner, and pushed Hamish into it. Her face, which always had a cheerful smile, was very serious at this moment. , speaking very fast: "Stay here and wait for me."

Hamish wanted to hold her subconsciously, but let go of Shirley's firm eyes looking at her, and said "Yes" softly.

She will be a liability.

The little girl trembled a little because of fear, and her fluffy and soft black curly hair was sticking to her face at this moment, in locks and strands, Hamish thought that she must look like the abandoned puppy she saw on the street corner last time , she felt that the puppy was very pitiful and wanted to take it back, but Sherlock refused.

Papa was always right, that was Hamish's idea.

She forced herself not to look at the puppy's wet black eyes staring at her, and put it behind her.Hamish thought she should have forgotten it a long time ago, but now, in her mind, those wet eyes appeared, full of pleading and longing.

It's really uncomfortable to be alone. She was forced to cry by the overwhelming loneliness, but she didn't dare to whimper.Hamish wants to catch up with Shirley, she is not afraid, she is not afraid of being caught, as long as someone is with her.

All she was afraid of was being left behind.

But no, she can't implicate Xueli, Xueli will not be like her, thinking that as long as someone is with her, it doesn't matter.

Hamish buried her face in her bent knees. She missed Sherlock very much. Only by staying beside Sherlock would she not worry that she would become a burden and be left behind. Sherlock is omnipotent, even if he shoulders her .

When Shirley found Hamish, Hamish was already asleep. She was curled up in the corner, weak like a newborn kitten, even though her eyes were closed, she still had hesitation and fear of the world.

Shirley ran very fast, she called Hamish's name, and the footsteps and shouts woke Hamish up.

Hamish opened her eyes all of a sudden, her head was still a little fuzzy. She saw Shirley's bright little face enlarged in front of her. On the side, the warm air rushed to her cheek, dispelling the coldness and loneliness in Hamish's heart at once.

Shirley smiled in Hamish's ear and told of her brave adventure, and Hamish just watched her smiling face, thinking she heard the flowers bloom.

Since then, Hamish has enjoyed staying with Shirley very much. They have a good relationship, and now they seem to be close like sisters.

Together they go to and from school and go on their own adventures.

Sherlock folded his arms, looked down at the two girls walking together on the street through the window, and said in a mocking tone, "This is your achievement. I changed from me to Shirley."

Watson shrugged behind his shoulders, "It's a good sign anyway."

Sherlock turned his head, and Watson saw a childlike smug expression on his face.

"She can't live without me, John."

She enjoys the thrills and excitement that I give her.

Just like you.

The author has something to say: I am not a responsible person.

I don't have a manuscript on file, not even an outline.

I thought about the beginning and the ending, but in the process of filling, I lost the ending.

The purpose of saying this is to tell everyone to be prepared.

This article is probably going to be weird...