[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

, even if she doesn't go to 221B, she still has to go back to her apartment.What is the purpose of this tone of dismissing the homeless?Swollen face, imagining the phone as Sherlock's long face, viciously bumping the screen with the tip of his nose, followed by all kinds of □□ (that girl is just an innocent phone...), listening to the crackling impact The sound filled the empty brain, a burst of pleasure.

"Bang." After tossing and tossing for a long time, it is easy to be extremely happy and sad.For example, at this moment, a furry body bumped towards him without any warning.She looked back a little aggrieved, was that a thin and sallow man? "Yes, I'm sorry!" The moment the man met Sharon's eyes, he apologized hastily, with a hint of crying.So it looks like she's bullying him?but……

This person is in a trance, is the coat on his body wrapped too thickly?If I didn't know, I thought it was a bomb...

"It's okay sir, but you look like a bomber~" Sharon joked, the man had a strange expression on his face, he pushed back and fled.Did she say something wrong?No... really the bomber?

Touching his nose, he glanced at the back of the faded figure, muttering and walking towards Baker Street.

"Hiss—" Ah, the wrong posture hurt the wound!

On this night of sleeping with the earth, the girl said that she almost listened to the sound of the violin all night, and she had a sense of sight of a baby falling asleep listening to a lullaby.Several times Sharon wanted to just open the curtains, but a strange feeling in her heart forced her not to do so.When I touched the curtain several times, an invisible hand would grab me and pull it back abruptly.

"I want to pass." A familiar voice hit him in the darkness.She bit her lip, wrapped herself into a rice dumpling, and gradually fell asleep in the laxity.

The familiar light penetrated the glass and the thick curtains, lighting up the room.Sharon almost had no sleep all night, so (accent) put on her panda eyes again and got up.

As expected, she should have gone to the next door yesterday. This kind of brain supplement is really uncomfortable, and it was still one night.

"Hey, Xuebao, good morning, would you like a glass of milk?" When they turned the stairs, Alison was already waiting there wearing an apron, and Sharon shook her head: "It's hard to turn back, but I'm sorry dear Ellie Sen, I'm not a child, and there are more troubles waiting for me." Opening his mouth, he bit a piece of toast from Alison's hand, and ran to the entrance to put on his shoes.

"What about lunch?"

"decide as things go."

"For Sherlock?"

"Er... maybe so. Oh, it looks like I won't be able to buy lace-up boots for Miss Time in the future~ See you later, Alison!"

The wind chime at the door chirped lightly and sweetly with the sound of pushing the door, and a small cool wind rolled up from the corner of the clothes. He stepped to 221B and knocked on the door.Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to have slept well, but she was still well-made up.

"My girl, do you still want to go in now?" The old man reminded with some hesitation.In connection with the timeline of the past few days, the girl replied very calmly: "I think I know what I will see. Good morning, Mrs. Hudson."

But that being said, when she walked into the back room, she really wanted to turn her back and be a little transparent.

"I really want to ask you on this table, until you beg for mercy, or twice."

The ending sound is intoxicatingly drunk.Sherlock was a little speechless, lowered his head and stared at the enchanting woman in front of him, and then heard the faint sound of the door opening.Tilting his head, he found that it was the little girl in his memory, and frowned indistinctly.

"Oh, John, you might as well check the timetable to see if I'm right." He ordered very fast, completely unaffected, but there was inevitably a ripple in his heart.He really didn't expect this woman to say such "commendations", let alone that Sharon would push the door in at this moment.

Yes, the aloof Sherlock Holmes also became a little flustered, but he didn't understand where the tightness in his chest came from. He just simply felt that he must not let others see his embarrassed side. .

Isn't it a distressing thing that the original bargaining chip in hand has changed inadvertently.

Sharon was also very distressed at the moment—should she go in or not?Just stuck here like this?

"Do you need me to make tea?" After deliberating for a few seconds, he still pretended to ask calmly.On the other hand, Irene, who had never spoken to her, licked her lower lip when she saw her, and smiled ambiguously: "Look at our Mr. Holmes, such a cutie is still hiding all the time?"

The woman walked over gracefully, and Sharon turned her hand away reflexively: "Would you like coffee, or black tea? Or cold water?" She kept her eyes on this woman who was as tall as her, like a small animal with fried fur.

"It's really indifferent." Irene spread her hands and turned to face Sherlock, whose eyes had been focusing on the two women, "Your little sister has become as confused as you~" "You really know a lot Ah, Ms. Irene." Now that she knows about her relationship with Sherlock, what else does this sadistic queen not know?

The atmosphere present was a bit weird, with an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"Cough, cough. Well, Sherlock, you're right, Flight 007." John, acting as peacemaker, coughed awkwardly. Sherlock was obviously taken aback, and asked, "What did you say?" "You said That's right." "No, what did you say after that?" the detective asked, his tone a little hasty.

"Flight 007." The girl came up to remind her.Everyone present glanced at her at the same time, leaving the detective alone to start a vicious circle——

"Flight 007, flight 007...what does it mean?!"

The little curly hair ravaged [Harmony] her hair, circling in circles.Sharon remembered something, stared at Irene's quietly moving fingers, and struggled in her heart——

Should she stop it?

If you stop it, your big brother's plan will go smoothly, but this also means changing the plot, if you don't stop it... it also means worse consequences?

She couldn't describe the uncomfortable feeling. In short, it was best to shut up.

But what Sharon didn't know was that such a decision made everyone's fate more or less changed, intertwined, and even—knotted into a deadlock, which could no longer be broken off.

Especially herself.

"when."

The sound of plucked strings echoed in the quiet space.John walked out the door, and Irene stood at the door staring at Sherlock plucking the strings inexplicably.Sharon organized her words, pretending to be relaxed and shaking Sherlock: "Well, dear brother, is it okay to be in contact with women?"

Probably didn't expect the girl's first sentence to be this, the detective turned his head slightly, then turned back: "It helps to think."

Should she be speechless, or speechless, or speechless.

"But it's a pity." Lying on the railing, her voice was a little muffled because her head was buried in her arms, "I thought I would have a sister-in-law."

"You should tell that fat man." Sherlock responded positively without being silent.

After that, he turned sideways towards Irene, and added seriously:

"Well, I never begged for mercy."

last song

After spending a lot of effort to push Sharon away, Sherlock stretched his legs, sat on the sofa, and said to Irene in a calm voice, "Coventry." "I've never been there."

The woman leaned forward slightly, as if deliberately revealing something.His expression was soft.She added: "What does Coventry have to do with this?" "It's just a statement."

The man pursed his lips vigorously and took a breath: "During World War II, the Allied forces knew that Coventry would be bombed by the Germans because they had cracked the German cipher machine. But they didn't want the Germans to know that they had cracked the cipher, so they took office. It was bombed."

It was originally a very serious atmosphere, but Irene suddenly put on a puzzled expression and spoke ambiguously: "Have you ever been in close contact with someone?" The detective quickly blinked his eyes at this kind of question: "Sorry?"

"Oh," the woman straightened her clothes, gently tapped her jade feet, and put her hands on the big hands that wind the qin, "I mean touching in an obscene sense—for example, your girl who looks like Tai A cute roommate like Dee? Or... huh."

A crisp giggle can easily scramble the mind.The curls of each other's hair were tangled and messed up.The phrase "Yourlittlecute" still echoes in my ears. "Let's have dinner together." Irene raised her jaw slightly, affectionately.Sherlock just took her hand and took her pulse quietly: "Why should I... have dinner with you?"

The two of them watched quietly like this, others would inevitably mistake them for a sweet couple or couple.The fire in the fireplace jumped up and down, sparks ignited something, and large swaths of hormonal breath came out.

"you lose."

Sherlock suddenly made a sound, and Irene froze for a moment, and said calmly, "Oh? Are you so confident?"

The man smiled slightly, with curly hair and brighter eyes, he looked like a pure and ignorant college student. "You almost made it—but it didn't work."

Sitting with Mrs. Hudson, tossing the remote control in her hand, watching it draw circle after circle in the air, and finally stay in her hand like pressing the pause button.At the same time, the phone vibrated.

Seeing this person, Sharon expressed a little surprise.It's actually "staying at home"