[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

, as if nothing like this had ever happened.After the whole world became a little quieter, he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, and with this tilt, he actually stopped.

To talk about a shortcoming that is not considered a shortcoming, Sharon is a relatively conservative and traditional person. Except for unavoidable situations (such as the uniform issued by the school), her private server will never have skirts or even pants above the knee.

But now, even if she reacted fairly quickly, she was ready to (unilaterally) break out from his side at the first moment, but the slightly moist white men's shirt she was wearing was a bit messy because of the impact. When limping over, there was a gust of wind, and the collar was flapped, revealing a collarbone that I had never seen before. What's more, due to the angle of view, it was easier to imagine the incomplete legs...

"You, don't move! Close your eyes!"

Such hasty orders were indeed not Sharon's style, and at some point the girl had already walked around to the door of her room (he didn't peek at it, humming) and seemed to slam the door annoyed and ashamed.He blinked, then closed his eyes obediently, with a peaceful expression.

After returning to the room, Sharon's first reaction was to rush to the hangers to search for clothes.Wearing this embarrassing appearance, she was accidentally caught by someone again... She suddenly felt that her year-old face was floating pitifully in the air, and said tearfully to the surroundings—"Hi everyone, I am Xue Len Holmes' face, she doesn't want me..."

After looking around for a while, I suddenly remembered that my clothes were all stuffed in the suitcase, and Mr. Suitcase was lying on the balcony neatly.To get to the balcony, you have to go through the living room...

To make matters worse, the wet hair was sticking to her back, and the hair dryer lady was lying shyly on the sofa in the living room...

Miss Holmes finally lost to her own slight cleanliness.

Who is this weird?Who told her to die in the tub for pleasure.Mom is right, it really is a shame to be lazy and lazy to work (ㄒoㄒ)

The living room was not that big, and the mist brewing just after taking a shower was still jumping up and down in the limited space, lingering for a long time.Sharon stepped out of the room cautiously, glanced at the suitcase cautiously, and jumped forward with a stride, farther than the kangaroo.

He rushed too fast, and there was a squawk on the way, and his calf hit the coffee table. His waist, which was already a little sore, and his calf, which was overwhelmed, continued to move forward clumsily.

Before the leg was lifted a few steps, the wrist was slapped.

The heart almost reached the throat.

"What are you doing with the scissors." The magnetic voice fits well into a murmur, and a burning gaze stares right at her other hand.The ashamed girl struggled symbolically for a while (but it was of no use), and had to explain: "The hair is too long, I want to cut it." By the way, self-defense, can you believe it.

Sherlock tugged at her long hair.Indeed, the hair has already passed the waist, almost reaching the hip.

Although it's a pull, but brother, are you sure you're not pulling your enemy's hair?Or is it McCoff's?A little harder and you'll be bald.

"I'll cut it for you."

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A horrified face from violent comics was tangled in his heart.Did she suffer from nervous auditory hallucinations due to excessive tension? "You said..." "I'll cut your hair for you. Do you have to say this twice? It's fine to cut it to two centimeters above the waist, right?"

No no no please don't talk to yourself like this and don't make a serious face like this.Sherlock cut his hair? "Sherlock." She turned to the future barber who had already snatched her scissors, and said very kindly, "If Mom and the others see you bringing a bad girl home, they will be terrified."

"Are you questioning me?" The man's tone was calm, but full of courage. "...Okay, you can cut it. But before that, can you let me change clothes?"

The girl turned her back to the man, with only half a fist between them, she didn't dare to move at all, and could only ask tentatively. "It's stupid. My shirt has been wet by you. If you want to change your clothes with your hair so wet, don't you have to wash them twice? Don't move. That's it."

Ah, what you said is so reasonable that I am speechless...

"...Sherlock, are you measuring my hair with a ruler? Actually, you can..." You can really cut it off. "It's okay, I don't mind." But I do!

The night in Hamburg is very clear, and the sky that is not easy to get dark leaks in through the window cracks little by little.The bells of the church also fell in the affectionate confession of the recitation class, with occasional clicking sounds.

Cutting hair is not a matter of principle.Sharon is not the kind of person who is too narrow-minded (?), and Sherlock is not the kind of barber who will mess around.At most, she just complained a little in her heart, and slowly accepted it.

"...Sherlock, why does the length of my hair seem to have not changed? Didn't you say that it was cut two centimeters above the waist." "You can't use your brain to think that I haven't finished cutting it yet."

But it's been two hours...

Click click click.Click click click.In the end, it was hard to tell which was the sound of the second hand moving and which was the sound of scissors cutting hair.

Sherlock didn't use a comb (because there was no such thing), but occasionally brushed Sharon's hair lightly with his hand.for inspection.The cool fingers and hair walked together, and the moment the fingertips were pressed to the cold, the shower gel left in the palm of the hand also penetrated into the cells.

Sharon just felt a little drunk.

"Oh my God! You've had three bottles of red wine, Mycroft!"

Mr. Inspector, who was called by Miss Blackberry on the phone, almost lost his soul when he saw the British government crookedly leaning on the desk.You must know that no one can stop Mycroft's drunken madness!Luckily he doesn't get drunk easily.

The man against the light turned around with a gloomy expression, and pointed at the man who wanted to move forward but didn't dare to move forward with the little black umbrella: "You and your ex-wife met seven or 10 minutes ago, that stupid woman Trying to get back together with you. Oh, stupid, a woman who took the initiative to divorce but asked to get back together, she has taken a fancy to the person behind you. Don't be stupid. "

This guy was really drunk!

"Mycroft... calm down first..." Lestrade racked his brains to make himself look more mature and more like a parent, "Uh... your reasoning is correct, Bertha did look for me, but, But I said no!"

Mycroft narrowed his eyes and tugged at his Windsor knot indiscriminately.He beckoned Lestrade to come over, almost embracing the inspector's waist, pouted at the bottom of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A blond woman stood pitifully in the rain, looking around helplessly.

"She fell." The British government touched its chin playfully as if watching a play.The person beside him clenched his fist: "Why is there no one to help?" "It's not a disability... Hiccup! Don't you know how to stand up?"

His long and narrow eyes turned, and his eyes fell on the stack of photos on the desk, with a brisk tone.

"Yeah, it's not a disability."

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The clear numbers on the croquet, but it is impossible to guess the color it rolls; the old record that is buckled bluntly on the DVD player is singing low-key and luxurious songs in the ghostly mirror of Anna Sui; the most ordinary gray London reflects the most Mediocre people and ordinary life; the prayers of the church cannot conceal the looming danger and madness.

After almost losing it more than three times, Mr. Detective finally exclaimed with a little doubt and surprise: "Are you a road idiot?"

Student Sharon Luchi Holmes felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest.It's no wonder that Sherlock's elite eyesight didn't notice it. Every time she went to a new place in the UK, she would study the route carefully and practice repeatedly (what the hell), but this time in Germany, although the global limited A hand-painted map at the top level, but these two days, all the energy of the girl has been spent on "the correct way to live with Sherlock", "how to point out the bad habits of a high-functioning anti-social brother and not be disgusted", "how to avoid Sherlock smoothly while cleaning All organs in the room" on many issues.

She nodded with a little reluctance, creating a more icy atmosphere.

Seeing Sherlock smoothing out his light chestnut hair for camouflage very elegantly, and "snapping" a priest's clothes, and stuffing a tie similar to a napkin to his chest, Sharon couldn't help but tugged on the other party's chest. Yijiao: "Don't I need to pretend?"

What naturally came and waited was a white eye and a sneer at an idiot.

Today's task is to further search for the most deadly criminal evidence of the remaining party, and hand it over to the local police, and finally, you can pat your ass and leave.The reason Sherlock had a good day was because those stupid criminals (Sherlock said) swaggered in front of the public.Perhaps aware of something, they wisely (not) hid in the area of ​​the people inside the church.

So Sherlock needs to look like a priest and spy in.

"This is too much..." Walking through the gate and walking on the path, the worry-loving sister (sister) asked worriedly, "Didn't you say that it is difficult to enter the inner zone? They must think you're a new priest and won't let you in."

Do you want to be coquettish or something?Sherlock acting like a baby?Goosebumps are coming out of the queue.

"Uhm - you seemed to mind not putting you in a disguise just now?"

He squeezed the scarf, and rolled his crystal clear eyes. "..." Actually, I don't really mind.you are so