[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

A touch of coolness.Sharon stared at it and twitched the corner of her mouth.This sentence is too familiar... When my reasoning elder brother forced me to read the complete works of detectives, I just flipped through it a few times, and a certain book called "Musgrave Rituals" Fortunately, the case was engraved in her mind.

This is to use the most classic principle of similar triangles in junior high school.Projected by the sun, it hits the ground and forms a small spot.Although she didn't know what this sentence meant to express, curiosity made the girl walk to the biggest oak tree not far from Baker Street.Fortunately, there is an old beekeeper who often measures the height of trees when he has nothing to do. The old man enthusiastically provided the height of the tree.

"I can't escape the clutches of mathematics for the rest of my life!" Sharon murmured in a low voice, and the grandfather moved his elf-like pointed ears, and then joked happily: "What? In the territorial waters that you don’t like?”

this day?Xue Lun was a little surprised: "What? You also know that today is Qixi Festival?" The diversity of the world is too powerful... The smile on the corner of Grandpa's mouth is even more obvious: "I have a friend who is Chinese. By the way, since today is Qixi Festival, Why not with your boyfriend? Instead, here alone?|”

When her boyfriend was suddenly brought up by reasoning, Xue Lun was taken aback by time travel: "He...is too busy."

The old man seemed to take a deep breath of sympathy, with an incomprehensible expression on his wrinkled face: "I was like this when I was young. I was always busy with my work, but you also have to understand that those who don't know how to express Instead, you should cherish the man you love."

Sharon was a little dizzy at the old man's out-of-the-box thinking.She couldn't help but stop the calculation in her hand and listen carefully.

"Because they don't have much contact with the word 'love', sometimes they will deliberately separate themselves from it, but once they fall into it, they will become more cautious——

It's not that I don't want to get close, it's that I'm afraid. "

In Sherlock Holmes's dictionary, is there also the word "fear"?

However, in the face of the big detective whose feelings are still very jerky, if you hold his hand, you will definitely hold on tightly.

"Ah, thank you, I'm leaving!" After thinking about it for too long, he hurriedly put the piece of paper into his arms, and bent over apologetically.The old man waved at her indifferently, clasped his fists meaningfully, and looked at the back that merged into the sky. "What a similar young man." Pointy-eared grandpa poked the parrot on his arm, and the parrot called out impatiently: "Sheryn Ford~big smoker~"

The rest of the words disappeared in the wind of travel, without a trace.

It took a while to find the spots.What was shrouded there was a gray floor tile.You won't want her to pry it open, will you?Thinking of this, with a little force on his fingers, miraculously, the floor tiles were easily removed.

Inside is also an envelope, an envelope with petals attached.

She suddenly froze.Why are the petals so like roses...

A slightly sweet thought exploded in my head——

Couldn't it be Sherlock?

She tremblingly pulled out the slip of paper inside, and there was only a short phrase on it:

"NEXTGENERATION (next generation)."

next generation?Hey, isn't that the full name of NG... NG?North Gower Street?She pursed her lips, grabbed the letter, and rushed to Mrs. Gwen's house—

Sherlock, I'm working on that street today.

The dust seemed to be solidified, and it settled at the same time.In the endlessly flowing streets, she just wanted to quickly grab the familiar black.The red tiles and white walls in my memory flashed before my eyes, but I couldn't vaguely see the former figure.

Tanabata or something is not suitable for her, or him.

But it's still hard--

Passing by couples of lovers holding hands, she felt as if she had discarded something, or had been discarded.

Go back and forget it.

As soon as she turned around, she was attracted by the petite but fresh rouge color in front of her eyes.She remained motionless, the small drum in her heart beating rhythmically——

Boom boom, boom boom.

She looked up expectantly.

The man who hadn't seen him for dozens of hours was as aloof as ever, but there was imperceptible tenderness in his brows, and a trace of cautiousness in dealing with treasures.They watched quietly like this, as if there were thousands of stars bursting into each other's eyes, shining brightly.

Sherlock looked haggard, probably because of the case.But the clothes are neat, giving people a very spiritual feeling.He lowered his eyelids, covering half of the warm light, raised his nose, and the words overflowing from his lips were extremely warm.

"Sharon..."

His voice was a little hoarse, she opened her eyes wide, and stood there like that, looking up at the man who was getting closer and closer to her, feeling his breath exhaled by the side of her ear, feeling her lips groping continuously on the side of her neck.

"Have happy Double-Seventh Day."

Sharon quietly took the rose behind Sherlock's back, stretched out her hand, and hugged him tightly.

--small theater--

"Sherlock, what are you buying envelopes for? Huh? And... roses?!"

"..."

"Whoa what are you printing...I said Sherlock (sighs) why would a girl go find you?"

"-M-shut up John."

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The first second after hearing this conclusion, Alfred waved his hand with certainty and said: "Impossible! That woman...why did that woman do this?! She is a sloppy widow!"

"I seem to have forgotten to inform you." Sherlock showed an innocent expression, "Miss Wenda Davis seems to be pregnant."

Pregnancy = two lives?

Sharon immediately flashed this equation, squinting at the prisoner with regret and contempt: "It's really a great irony. And that child... seems to be yours." "No! That's impossible!"

Rather than being shocked, that slightly distorted face was more panicked, "No, it wouldn't be such a coincidence!" "I'm sorry about this too." Sherlock spread his hands and pursed his mouth , but she didn't look apologetic at all, "That poor lady probably really loves you, sir. She clearly understands from the way you look at her that she will die at your hands. The flesh and blood in her arms were intended to be given to you." You are a surprise, but since you hate her for not being single-minded, she and your child have no reason to live."

John followed up, with cruelty and sullenness in every word: "Mr. Clark, because of your impulsiveness, you lost your child, your future lover, and your freedom."

Confess your sins behind the cold, bleak iron gates.Every time in a nightmare, feel that stillborn, blood-stained little angel rushing towards you with a hoarse throat.Withstood round after round of whipping and trial of the soul.

"Freedom?! No way!"

Laughter on the verge of madness suddenly sounded, and Alfred suddenly pulled out a Browning gun, grabbed the dazed Sharon viciously, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at her temple.The moment Sherlock raised his eyes, he stopped fiddling with the weapon in his coat pocket, and quickly drew it out to aim at the somewhat crazy man in front of him.John quickly called the police, staring at Alfred with full vigilance.

As a hostage, Sharon said it was impossible not to panic.But after all, she has stayed in the UK for more than ten years, and she has also been influenced by her two elder brothers, so she tried her best to adjust her breathing and slow down her posture so that Alfred would not become more crazy.

The two sides were deadlocked like this, and the silence was terrifying.Sharon forced herself to observe the man in front of her.The pupils were dilated and bloodshot, and one could see that one was suffering from inner struggles. This kind of situation should never be irritating.He glanced at the Browning gun, and because of his posture, he could clearly see the two letters on the back of the gun.

"J.M.?"

She couldn't help reading it aloud, and suddenly, the arm that imprisoned her trembled, Sherlock quickly reacted, and asked forcefully: "Jim Moriaty? Are you Moriarty's subordinate?" Hearing the familiar words, Al Fred yelled directly: "Don't care about your business! Get out of the way now, or else! I'll kill this girl!" After finishing speaking, the muzzle of the gun hit Sharon's temple forcefully. When John saw it, he immediately The tone is slowed down, and it is generally persuasive: "Okay, don't be nervous."

The two sides held guns at each other like this, and moved out step by step.Seeing Sherlock squinting his eyes without neglect, the man panicked and raised the decibel: "Now! Give me the gun—"

"call out--!"

There was a whistling whistling sound, and everyone was unprepared.When he regained his composure, Mr. Clark, who had an arrogant face just now, had already fallen to the ground, his eyes widened unwillingly, miserable and terrifying.

Sharon staggered and fell, Sherlock grabbed her with his long hand, pulled her by the collar and lifted her to his chest.The moment the cloth collided with the cloth, tiny sparks were actually wiped out.It was rare for Sharon to be so close to Sherlock, smelling the vaguely masculine breath, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Cough." The good doctor who acted as the background coughed with an ambiguous face. Although they are brothers and sisters... But no matter how you look at it, there is an indescribable feeling... Sherlock just glanced at John in confusion, turned his head and asked Sharon: "Did you observe anything when you were next to him?" "Didn't you observe anything?"

Regarding this point, the girl was really horrified - something that even Sherlock couldn't detect, ask her?

That face with deep features has more creases. "What I observed was what I said before, of course, when he started to go berserk I