[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

: "I heard from Donovan that it is a man in a suit and leather shoes. But it seems to have left."

Sherlock blinked quickly and fell silent.

The atmosphere present is a bit delicate.Sharon tapped her toes uneasily, and asked tentatively, "What's the address? If you're going to commit suicide, why do you need to order flowers? Why do you choose a time like 11:11?" As soon as the words fell, Sherlock immediately Standing up, he took the words: "Oh well, if it is assumed that she committed suicide-if this eleven eleven has any meaning-[-]:[-], bachelor..."

The following words are cut off.Eyes turned into an endless ocean of gray.Sherlock's lips trembled slightly, looking confident in solving the mystery.He tapped his hands, and pointed to the ring on the young woman's hand with a half-smile.

"My friends, have you forgotten? She is a passionate young woman with countless lovers. But the ring has obviously been through weather and frost, and it cannot be given by her lover. And if she wants to see her lover, she will bring this to arouse the lover. The little ring of anger?" "Assuming she committed suicide, but still want to order flowers for the evening? This is very contradictory."

Sharon seemed to be led into some new world, trying to express her own opinion.Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her, she just looked at her brother nervously, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher's evaluation.

"If all this holds true."

Sherlock stretched out his hand lazily, "I think I can meet the gentleman who reported the crime. Ah, it's getting late, let's talk about it tomorrow."

After that, he walked out like a normal person. "Wait, Sherlock! Why don't you go to the policeman now..." "Dear Gregory, it's time for sleep. Even if I don't rest, my sister should too." Sherlock turned gracefully, Raised a standard cute smile. "I told you not to call me by the wrong name...orz"

Seeing that the hem of the long coat was about to float out of sight, Sharon and John exchanged glances, although they were full of doubts, they still politely and uniformly said goodbye to the inspector covering his face: "Good night, Inspector Lestrade. "

The black streets are dotted with fuzzy stars, filled with warmth.

"Oh Sherlock! Have you solved the case yet?" Jasmine, who seemed to have been blown by the wind for a long time, stood up enthusiastically.Sharon secretly observed Sherlock's expression—the same scrutinizing eyes as always.Are you going to start a reasoning show again?In the wrong place at the wrong time? !

"Jasmine, it looks like you've got a new boyfriend. You're serious about him." Sherlock turned his hands away and said solemnly, under the stunned gaze of almost everyone, (plus the heroine covered her face, unable to complain Form) continued to explain, "You are going to meet him tonight and give him a gift." "Calm down a bit today, Sherlock." The doctor was on the verge of going berserk.But at that time people were still indifferent, like a child eager to show off his abilities.

"Have you also noticed her topmost gift? It's beautifully packaged with a bow, while the rest are sloppy." He reached out to grab the gift box intentionally or unintentionally, and Sharon subconsciously pulled Sherlock's clothes, But the latter just paused and didn't stop.Jasmine could no longer hold on to her smile, and the circles of her eyes were red with grievance.

"The red packaging is consistent with the lipstick, maybe it was unintentional, maybe it was intended to hint at the other party, no matter what - Miss Jasmine Amber is in love. Obviously she cares about him very much, and the gift she gave him shows it , indicating that she has longed for this relationship for a long time." He also made an exaggerated expression very cooperatively,

"Judging from her makeup and attire, she will definitely go to see him tonight, obviously trying to make up for the lack of plumpness of her lips and breasts..."

The moment the gift was opened, the words as bright as lipstick stopped the endless reasoning smoothly.

It actually matched the plot miraculously... Sharon thought to herself, looking at Jasmine with some sympathy.She pursed her lips and trembled all over, maybe she would throw a fist in the next second.Of course, this is the unilateral thought of Xue Lun, the hidden man.

"Heh." Jasmine forced a wry smile, "You always hurt people like this... over and over again."

A trace of panic flashed across Sherlock's face, like a child who has done something wrong, looking around awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

John had a stunned expression on his face, and his lovely blue eyes were full of disbelief.Even though she knew the ending was like this, she couldn't help but smile.This is the awkward way Detective Tsundere expresses his humanity.

"Merry Christmas, Molly Amber."

A light kiss soothed someone's heart and ended any strange thoughts.

"Merry Christmas?" Sharon murmured to herself, looking back at Jasmine, who was hit by happiness and stayed where she was, shaking her head to catch up with the two of them.

"Ah~"

...There is no end!

Blood on Christmas Day (End)

When I felt 221B Baker Street, I only saw an Asian girl facing the wind and smiling in the softness.

"Is it Alfred Clark...Mr. Clark?" The girl patted the leaves on her hair, and after receiving an affirmative answer, she stepped aside ladylikely, "Welcome to 221B. Our Mr. Detective and Doctor The assistant has been waiting for you for a long time."

Before going to work, I was dizzy and told to come here, otherwise my name would disappear from the company roster tomorrow.Alfred clenched his fists and stepped into the room hesitantly.

Before he could react, a dart approached his eyes with lightning speed. "Tsk—John, your eyesight may not be much better than mine."

A curly-haired, slender man smiled regretfully and schadenfreude.Did he read it right?This man...was only wrapped in a snow-white sheet?The shorter blond man next to him was not angry. Seeing his arrival, he put down his darts and put his hands down: "Hello, Mr. Clark. I'm John Watson. This..." The doctor turned his head and coughed a few times , "The slovenly man is your consulting detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Holmes? !

A strange panic flashed across the man's resolute face.Sharon observed quietly.If, this person is really...

"I'll help Mrs. Hudson make tea." She suddenly bowed and walked out.Only three men left—three bachelors?

"Oh, Mr. Clark, you're shaking." Sherlock knocked on the table with a half-smile.

"Shivering? Hmm, maybe it's a little cold." Alfred rolled his eyes uneasily and straightened his back.He always felt that this weird detective had been observing him, as if he wanted to dig out his innermost voice and secrets.Sherlock didn't speak, but that piercing gaze was more deadly than a bullet.

"Mrs. Hudson made the coffee. Sorry, there seems to be no more tea." At a critical moment, Sharon pushed the door in with a tray.Alfred took the teacup and nodded again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you. However, Mr. Holmes... makes people feel omnipotent."

omnipotent?In some ways, in some ways... more like a child.The girl covered her mouth and sniggered shamelessly.

"Oh sir, you've got your prize. I'm not omnipotent, I just know from the way you speak, the way your pen is cocooned, and your well-coiffed hair that you've been a businessman for years; from the pen on your tie. I know you are right-handed; you don't have a wedding ring on your hand, which means you are a bachelor; your dark circles are heavy and bloodshot in your eyes, but I understand that you haven't been busy with work recently, probably, for a long time The reason for entering and exiting the bar." After finishing his words, he slowly picked up the teacup, grinned vigorously, and took a sip of the coffee.

The object of reasoning has already lost its expression stiffly. "They are right..." Alfred said with difficulty, "You are a freak." "Thank you for the compliment, and also, you are a high-functioning sociopath."

Sherlock was not angry at all, but corrected him very patiently.Then, put your hands together and rub your jaw up and down.

"Then, Mr. Clark." Sherlock was like a hunter with a sure chance of winning, and his pronunciation of every word was extremely elegant.

"Can you recount to us the whole story of your murder?"

Our guest was frightened by the naked questioning just as he was picking up his glass.The lid slipped and fell downwards.Fortunately, the doctor has sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he held it firmly. "Mr. Holmes." Alfred clenched his fist, then let go, "I don't understand what you're talking about." "Oh, all prisoners will go through this procedure, right?"

The detective leaned back and crossed his legs, "I think you are one of Miss Wenda Davis' lovers?" Those gray-green eyes were fixed on the suspect in front of him.The latter remained vigilant: "... yes. But so what?"

"Oh God, did you hear that? Can't even this simple reasoning be understood? A widow with a lot of lovers celebrating Christmas at the dinner table just before being killed; The woman actually ordered a lot of flowers, either she wanted to commit suicide, or she wanted to foreshadow something. And you, Mr. Clark, you are honored to be the protagonist of this case."

Sherlock moved his lips, very satisfied with the process of the man opposite him changing his face.Alfred patted the table righteously: "Nonsense! You want to say that I killed Wenda?! It's nonsense! I sat near