[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Come" is such an unbelievable sentence.

When I restore the memory of another time and space, the life that should have existed will return to the original?The parallel spaces that were originally glued together have returned to a normal state, and the magnetic fields... no longer collide?

Sharon was shocked by her own logic, and also felt a little proud.See, without a certain brother, she can still think independently... No!She didn't rely on him, okay!I am one of the members of self-improving women in the new century~

"Are you going to follow me all the time?"

Someone knocked on the forehead and covered his forehead in astonishment.Sherlock raised his eyebrows and stared at her, flapping his nostrils slightly, breathing very steadily.Sharon almost thought that the action just now was not done by the person in front of her. "Uh, can you listen to me..." In front of this man, it seemed that all his aura would be wiped out.The huge territory is sparsely populated, so even if you deliberately lower your voice, it won't help.

"This is a very strange thing—why did I appear here, why did I meet you, and now, why did I choose to follow you." Believe in something, but also want the other party to understand your situation-well, this is somewhat contradictory and challenging. "I can't explain it myself." Sharon felt that there was an engine installed in her brain, a tattered kind, running at high speed, weaving some nice words, but what she was facing was indeed the world's number one consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes.

"So—can you give me some time?"

After timidly speaking, she couldn't help but want to give herself a middle finger.The more you try to cover up, the more loopholes you will find.If Sherlock knew that she and he did not belong to the same world, would he dissect him as a guinea pig?

Surprisingly, the other party just put on a lazy posture, pursed his mouth and listened to her quietly.Finally, spread out a hand: "Give you time to do what?"

ah?Can't express yourself enough?

"That's right, let's sort out the reason why I'm here."

"'here'? Where is 'here'?"

I don't know if she was thinking too much, she felt like being teased...

"...Germany." He said dryly, "I should be in school now...so why did I appear in Germany in a series of reasons." What a difficult conversation!Is she a fool!Why did you honestly strip everything away for people to ponder in the first place!

Sherlock put his hands on his waist and walked back and forth a few steps: "Well...it is indeed a question worth exploring. I just wanted to ask you too."

There was only an arm's distance between the two of them, but Sherlock suddenly leaned over slightly, stretched out his hands, and gently pressed the girl's cheeks, and hit his head on it.Because of this action, the girls' parted forehead hair was squeezed aside, and some got into the man's disguised light chestnut curly hair, entangled with each other.

So hot--!The breath is accurately sprayed on the face, and the pair of sparkling eyes can be met by slightly raising the eyes.If it was closer...the long eyelashes would definitely curl up on his eyelids.

And this action is too ambiguous...

"Xia, Sherlock... You, I will bite you if you do this..." My forehead felt hot, and I blurted out the words as I thought about it.But the man didn't seem to hear, the hand on the side of the cheek slowly slid down, and pressed the side of his neck that was exposed outside the collar.

"!" Being tickled, Sharon couldn't help laughing out loud, and at the same time wanted to tilt her head to the side. Before this movement happened, Sherlock straightened his head very hard.

"Your pulse..." Listening to a subwoofer at a close distance, the whole person is very crisp. "Suddenly accelerated, and..."

Slowly getting closer, the tip of the nose lightly touched the tip of the nose.Xue Lun felt that her stupid hair was already so shocked that it was about to rush to the sky--the culprit turned his head slightly, who wouldn't think it was two people kissing deeply when looking at it from a distance?

"you are lying."

Each of the sinking words hit the whole body.Sherlock was very satisfied with the girl's shocked expression (?), and finally let her go with a low smile.

"I said so many words, which one lied?" It seemed that the brain circuits were not in the same universe, and Sharon suddenly became serious, even though her little face was flushed red, and her lips became pale because of the habitual pursing of her lips. bright red.

It's red... If I knew it, I would have taken a bite.He thought to himself, suddenly frightened again.When did this idea start?

But he does not reject it.This is a kind of pleasure that comes from not solving the case.

Sherlock's heart is full of a bold and somewhat hesitant idea - this idea, based on what he has always considered boring love theory, and the so-called emotional counseling in Baker Street in the past (although most of them were dismissed by him) Already?) Let’s see——

He, stumbled by the word "emotional" that he has always scorned?

Being emotional is the physical defect of a loser. It is just a speck of dust on a precision instrument. It looks small but it can lead to a big mistake. Therefore, he has always said that he should stay away from it at a good level, and sneer at it at a bad level. In layman's terms, it's his business.

Everything was blurred, and the bright red lips were placed in front of his eyes.If it was before, he might at most regard this thing as an experiment for reasoning, but at this moment, he actually has a terrible, possessive desire to swallow it.

"Every sentence is a lie." Sherlock still looked calm, but the magnificence in his heart was like a hallucination, appearing intermittently in fragments.Xue Lun's heart thumped, and her eyebrows twitched.No, although she is covering up something, but what does it mean that every sentence is lying?Why didn't she feel it herself?Could this be the legendary intermittent pretense?

"What are you suspecting?"

"no!"

What a joke, laughing at this great detective is not slowly committing suicide!Tonight's man seems to like to tease people, "Oh Sharon, I think I already said that you have a habit of sniffing when you lie." "Huh?" He touched his nose and muttered something The, then, immediately sniffled.

The man decisively took out a small mirror and pointed it at her.

Sharon: ...why do you carry a mirror with you?

Sherlock: I would love to.

- Truth.

The brunette girl running on the streets of London looked in a hurry. When she passed an alley, she dexterously slipped in.This is an abandoned alley with no surveillance coverage.It's perfect for doing something outlandish.

Quickly press your finger on the phone to connect.

The letter "J" is drawn on the screen.

"The effect of the medicine is gone."

"Oh, of course I know, otherwise why would I send you a text message?"

"Then if she goes back to London..."

"She won't. She's a—lazy kid."

"What about me? Am I going to keep playing Sharon Holmes?"

"Oh, oh—keep it down, honey—"

The hand holding the phone was shaking, and the girl tried her best to control her emotions.

"Mr. James, I said that I owe you a favor, and now I have paid it back. I really don't want to do this kind of thing anymore! God knows...God knows..."

It seems that he will cry immediately after saying a few words.

"God knows what? You don't really have a crush on that little boy, do you, dear?"

The male voice on the phone was ups and downs, extremely charming.

"My dear—Cecilia."

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Sherlock was lying on the wooden table, holding an embroidered pen, but his fingers controlled the strength very smoothly, the tip of the pen was smooth, and immediately left dragon-like handwriting on the snow-white paper.

This is no longer Mrs. Jenny's inn.The scene has switched to a simple but clean one-room cabin.

"Don't you find it strange?"

...Still pen and ink.

Just when the girl was thinking about how to say the next sentence, Sherlock said very calmly: "Little George and Mrs. Jenny don't know you anymore, and the brothers and sisters who were close to you seem to have disappeared from the world. The apartment next door also has new friends." Master—you mean, should I be surprised by these things?"

Since Sister Xue Lun returned to her normal state, as expected, everyone who came into contact with her during this period lost her memory.In desperation, the younger sister could only be like a pug (as Sherlock described it), defiantly relying on her second brother.

When he managed to secretly contact McCoff, the elder brother who was taking off the small pot and was about to enjoy the food to his heart's content expressed his displeasure.

"Xiali, your ability to estimate work and rest time is getting worse and worse."

"Hmph—this only means that you have gained three pounds in weight recently."

"Stop talking. Tell me, what's the trouble? You won't be so bored as to catch up with my brother when you wipe out the remnants—ah, it's really sad to think about it."

"Unfortunately, Mycroft, I just came to chat with you."

#Brother is not what you want to be, you can be if you want to be#

"Mummy and Dad are both in good health, don't worry about it, as long as you don't overturn most of the world, they can enjoy their old age in peace - oh - don't rush me - you want to ask our little one How about your sister?"

The little sister who was standing next to the man was shot while lying down.Although, in order to determine whether there is anything unusual about her in London, the conversation was deliberately triggered, but it is still deeply delicate.

"You can tease me as much as you want, Mycroft." This party has already begun to gnash their teeth, "If you want Lestrade to know