[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

eye.Sherlock put his hands behind his back and leaned slightly: "Actually, you can speak louder."

……

"—Sir! Sir! Did you call the police?" It was fairly standard English—a policeman who seemed to be in a pile of high-fat food ran over with great effort, shouting with affirmative tone.God bless, the earth trembled to the point of weeping.Sherlock didn't say anything, just threw the test tube sealed in a small plastic bag to Mr. Police.The latter clutched his heart like a treasure, and was so grateful that he was speechless: "Oh-oh-sir, thank you very much for reminding us to block this place in advance. You--what is your name?"

Still nothing.Sherlock bent his lower lip hypocritically, picked up a piece of fabric that was within reach, mentioned someone, and ran out of the church.

"Sir—? Sir—?!"

Xue Lun was almost dragged and ran all the way, and during the whole process, she seemed to be able to see a few big golden characters hanging above the hair that was not particularly curly now: "Please call me Lei Feng".

There was no one around the apartment.There are only a few eyeliners going back and forth.Several bachelors saw a man and a woman appearing within sight, and the dark circles under their eyes caused by performing the mission all night became darker.Sherlock untied the scarf, threw it to the girl with him, stepped forward and exchanged a few words with the eyeliner, and finally patted each other on the shoulder and dispersed.

That gentleman, can you stop staring at her with red eyes when you leave...

After turning the key a few times and unlocking the door, Sharon stood in the hallway, suddenly remembering the romantic topic before. "Can you—explain? About that dopamine?"

He was changing his shoes, humming Paganini's "Carnival of Venice", and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Don't tell me you don't know what dopamine is, Sharon dear."

"Please stop joking. Who the hell are you talking about?"

"you."

The shiny shoes have been dispatched to its own lounge.And those eyes, which were as dazzling as a display screen, looked straight at him.Sharon felt the hairs on her back stand on end.

She likes him.

The translation of this hypocritical sentence is so straightforward.But it didn't seem that surprising.We have been together for almost 15 years, and since I came back from Oxford for the first time and came to Baker Street, I have experienced those things. Although some feelings are nonsensical, but...it is a fact.

As he said himself, his heart beat faster, his pulse quickened, and his face turned red.In fact, I have understood something since a long time ago.

"Okay." She didn't want to make any awkward expressions anymore, so she walked to the sofa very calmly and sat down.

"As you said, dear Sherlock. I've been in love with you since I didn't know it. And it's a bloody unrequited love - Mygod, I can feel Molly's feelings."

She had a serious expression on her face, as if she was explaining her problem-solving process to the professor. Yuan Shan frowned slightly, and she huddled up like a little chipmunk who couldn't get nuts, so cute.

Sherlock took the glass of water and said calmly, "Who told you it was unrequited love?" After speaking, he drank vigorously.

There was no sound for a while, except for a swallow.

"Ah?" This time the girl really lost her composure, and her calm expression immediately broke.He accepted the genuine shock and other ignorant emotions, and suddenly a kind of satisfaction and fear that he had never felt before rose in his heart.

"Some things, I only say once."

He put down the cup and squatted down in front of the girl.She slowly stretched out her hand, covering those eyes that always pretended not to care.There are two restless butterflies trembling slightly in the palm of my hand.

He couldn't be happier.

"Would you like to be called 'Holmes' as Mrs. Holmes? Tellmeyes, Mrs. Holmes."

"Mr. Holmes?...Ah—Ah, yes."

"Oh, dear James, you look in the mirror like this every day, people who don't know think you have some kind of disease."

In the exquisitely carved black mirror, a somewhat feminine face smiled outside the mirror.James leaned back, and a large piece of the black leather back collapsed.

His hand stroked the smooth mirror surface, once, once, again. "Dear Jim." He also returned a seductive smile. "Don't you just want to come out? Just the two of us—needless to say so implicitly."

The two identical faces had different expressions, and there was a mirror between them. If Mrs. Hudson were here, she would definitely faint from fright.

Jim Moriarty, who should have died, showed a very heartless smile: "My dear, you don't really think that our little Mr. Holmes is dead?" "I'm not as 'smart as you' '."

He clenched his words, and suddenly put on a terrifying face: "Next, it's my business. You can't restrain me anymore, Jim."

Jim Moriarty was rarely silent in the mirror.

James Moriarty frantically lifted the mirror up to his nose, his eyes staring at each other.Is it entanglement?Or hate?

"Yes, this time it's my turn to restrain you."

He glanced at the exquisitely carved small cage from the corner of his eye again, and the little mouse inside was lying on its stomach, looking out eagerly.James let out a creepy laugh: "Ha... ha ha ha ha... it's almost there."

Soon, soon.Before that, let's make you happy for a while.He really is a man with the heart of the Virgin.

-Small Theater 1-

Eyeliner A: Report to the boss!They already had physical contact!

Eyeliner B: Report to the boss!They have confided in each other!

Eyeliner C: Report to the boss!They are already kissing!

Mycroft: Huh, I finally got rid of the two little goldfish who had a headache at home...Hello?Lestrade, are you free?Oh, push me away if you have something to do dear.

-Small Theater 2-

Author Sang: Mr. Jim, can you explain to us why you hide in the mirror?

Jim: (laughing and laughing): Girl, "hide" is not a good word~

Author Sang: ...Good night, goodbye.

-Small Theater 3-

Author Sang: Let us interview Mr. Sherlock, who finally stole the girl's kiss and abducted her home after more than 50 chapters of dystocia.

Juan Fu (displeased): What is "abducting home"?She was originally my family.

Author Sang: Oh oh oh!Is this possessiveness? (→→Stupid author completely missed the point) So what is your mood at the moment?

Juan Fu: (serious) Thanks to Jiang Wencheng, thanks to BGTV, thanks to all the loyal readers who do not hesitate to lower the IQ of the whole street and wait for emotional dramas (hey!), thanks to a certain author with the most urgent IQ——

Author Sang: ——Come on!Come on!Cut off the emotional scene between the two and the reasoning scene of this curly hair!

Juan Fu: ... stare at...

Author Sang: ... (sweating all over) Ha, ha, am I kidding!

#On the crew where the male protagonist has the final say#

Blue-eyed, flightless copper butterfly ([-])

A surprisingly uneventful week ensued.

It stands to reason that if you recognize each other's feelings, there should be some private affairs that are not easy to cut your teeth (right), but the two parties are actually reading their own books as usual, busy with their own tasks, to put it nicely, it is called an old man The feeling of the old wife, to put it bluntly, is called two completely clueless idiots.

What breaks the calm is a call from an island somewhere.

Mycroft's voice seemed a little pretentious, which made Sharon feel a little uneasy, but of course it didn't affect Sherlock's poisonous tongue. "Let me guess, my 'dear' brother, you must have lost three pounds as you wished?" "Shut up Sherlock, I'm not in the mood to argue with you today."

On the phone, you could faintly hear the "squeak" sound of turning the pages of the book, and by the way, it also brought the strong smell of coffee, the fragrance of ink, and even the unspeakable smell of sweat in the office... "Listen, Sherlock, you Now you can leave Hamburg. Slowly you have to focus on Eastern Europe."

Another page was turned.

"If you go to Eastern Europe, it's best to entrust Sharon to an old friend of mine there. She will be in an embarrassing situation when she returns to London. The guy who pretended to be her has some clues. I have already said hello to the school. So you better not have other excuses, Sherlock."

This commandment is absolutely necessary.Because at the end of the day Sherlock really is just an eight-year-old sometimes.

Mr. Detective secretly rolled his eyes, and signaled the girl not to laugh from the corner of his eye.

"...Thanks, Mycroft."

The person at the other end trembled a few times, and he still felt very pleased to say that this younger brother was not raised in vain.

They are going to start from southeastern Germany, pass through Austria and enter Serbia and other Eastern European countries.The rain in southern Germany is particularly abundant, and the sky seems to have a big hole.The two hitchhiked on the muddy road, and the glass windows after the torrential rain depicted the scenery of the frontier.However, they have no time to appreciate this beautiful scenery, because Mr. Driver...will not leave.

"I said you two young people should go and have a look nearby. My broken car can really go directly to the garbage recycling station!" The uncle with a shaved head shouted at them with a beard and a man and a woman. Glancing at it, Sherlock directly took out two not-so-big pieces of luggage from the trunk in silence, thanked the sweating driver very gentlemanly, and walked forward without looking back, Sharon Quickly open the folding umbrella, trot to catch up,