[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Taft's handkerchief..."

The bad boy Gustav has already been shot in the knee many times.

Thinkofme,

think of me

think of me fondly,

think of me tenderly

when we've said goodbye.

when we have said goodbye

Remember me, once in awhile-

think of me occasionally

please promise me you'll try.

please promise me you will try to do this

When you find that,

When you find

once again,

one more time

you long to take your heart back and be free-

You yearn to lift yourself up, to be free

if you ever find a moment,

if you ever find a moment

sparethoughtforme...

thinking about me

It has to be said that Anid did inherit the Austrian blood.Although the singing is immature, it has deep meaning.Sharon was rocked by her on the swing, and the smiles of each other rushed to the sky with the singing.See, even our Mr. Sherlock couldn't help but open the window and take a look here -V-

Think of fall the things we've shared and seen-

Think about what we shared together

don't think about the things which might have been...

don't think about what might have happened

"Annide? Anid?" The singing was interrupted.A hunched old man moved over tremblingly in his wheelchair.Sharon looked at the little girl suspiciously.The child explained: "That's Hughes. He came to our house to do odd jobs. Don't look at his inflexible legs and feet, but his movements are quick."

The old man named Hughes looked at the female guest, then looked at the two of them lovingly and said, "Go back quickly, the weather is cloudy and cloudy, and it will rain again later."

Well, I did stay outside for a long time.By the time we reached the main entrance of the house, we could already hear the sound of rain falling.

"Hey! Anid, why did you drag her outside! Look, her pants are wet again! You damn girl..." Andrea's shrill voice made her feel particularly annoyed.Sharon shielded the silent girl behind her, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Ma'am, it's because I love to play too much, it's not because of Anid." She really didn't expect the woman to come up and slap her daughter.

The somewhat embarrassed lady shrank back, muttered something, glared at her daughter, and went back to the kitchen.

Just as Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, she unexpectedly exploded again——

"Gustave! That's my copper butterfly!"

The little girl screamed, and rushed over to hold down the triumphant boy who was holding a small toy.Gustav is strong and strong, so he is not afraid of his sister's resistance.He disdainfully blocked a paw, and spat: "Is your name on this thing? What a stingy ugly monster."

Just as Sharon crossed her legs and wanted to rush over to separate the two, Mr. Andy and Sherlock had already pushed open the door of the study and walked towards them. "What's the matter?!" As a father, shouting angrily is still very authoritative.Anid wiped her eyes silently, while Gustav put his hands on his hips confidently.

"Okay, Annie, it's just a copper butterfly, give it to your brother." The strange thing is that this family seems to have a special preference for the son, and everything is the daughter's fault.However, Xue Lun was just an outsider, and her status restricted her from causing too many troubles.She could only hold Anid's hand quietly and give her spiritual comfort.

It's just that Sherlock glanced at the copper butterfly, and an inexplicable light flashed across his eyes, showing an expression of excitement.

"Okay, Annie, don't cry." The father was a little impatient with his daughter's tears, "Let's rest and rest first! I'm so sorry, Mr. Cheryl... Gustav! You should sleep too It's time for a nap! Miss Zoe, please take Gustav back to the room."

When mentioning the eldest son, the housekeeper's expression was a little stiff, and there was a strange... disgust.

"come over."

Sherlock approached Sharon at some point and whispered softly in her ear.

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

"That copper butterfly."

Before reaching the door, Sherlock seemed impatient.

"Judging from its carving method and fineness, it should be an antiquity from the end of the [-]th century. And it is so well preserved, as if it was taken care of by someone. It should come from a private collector. That little Aniya... ..."

"It's Anid."

"Okay, don't worry about it—the little guy said...that's when she picked it up?"

"You overheard our conversation?"

"It's not my fault. You've got such a loud voice—oh, it's a stroke of luck if you find it."

Sharon looked sullen: "Are you playing word games with me?" It was the kind she didn't like to hear.Sherlock had something to say, even if he didn't make it too obvious.And he didn't seem to have any intention of answering his girlfriend, he quickly turned the handle away, spun sharply, kicked his long legs, and fell himself onto the mattress.

Sharon rushed over to pull his pants in a panic: "Be careful, look at the location even if you are handsome!" She was already ready to run for four, if she really broke Scotland Yard's hopes, she might not even have time to plead guilty . (But maybe someone will not allow this guy to break his own dog leg)

Quietly, without extra sound.He must have fallen asleep.

Xuelun was also tossed limp by the weather, she turned her back and took a nap with her clothes on.

... Woo.

(who is crying?)

……

(It's an illusion.)

... the robin ... was killed.

(What?)

was killed.

(...)

died.

"Uh-"

She was so startled that she almost rolled out of bed.Fortunately, the pair of powerful big hands behind her wrapped around her waist, and she fell into a warm embrace without any effort.Sharon didn't feel sleepy at all, and realized that Sherlock had sat up and was about to rush out. "What happened?" She suddenly felt a heavy uneasiness in her heart.

"what--!"

A scream responded to the girl.This is... Ms. Andrea?After breaking through the door, at the end of the corridor, which is the door of the eldest son Gustav's room, Mrs. Rixon, who once had a face mixed with heroic and philistine, leaned against the door frame, ran to the door, I saw the lively little chubby Gustav had fallen to the ground, his face was pale, his lips were even blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his younger sister Anid might have been too frightened to sit on the ground and cry.

Sherlock glanced down at Andrea with a hopeless expression, then slid over and put his hand on the boy's neck.At the same time, the head of the family rushed over.

"Gustav? My God—"

"I still have a little breath, call an ambulance!"

Sherlock handled the little fat man deftly, and took the girl as an assistant by the way; the family members hurriedly called the hospital.After the person was carried into the ambulance, the person in the lead stared at the speechless parents with a complicated expression, and said, "Be mentally prepared first."

After taking care of everything, Sherlock looked at Anid who had been crying, and suddenly asked, "Did you find your brother?" The little girl nodded tremblingly, pulled her dirty skirt and said: "I... I was in the middle of my nap when I was woken up by a 'boom'. I ran over to take a look and saw my brother fell on the floor."

The desks at the scene were very messy, and a few heavy books and boxes of toys that the boy liked were scattered on the floor.It may have been brought along when it fell down.

"Thanks, Mr. Sherrill..." Andy tremblingly tried to take out the cigarette, but found that he couldn't light it anyway, "Look at my son... is there something wrong?" Sherlock's previous disguised identity was " doctor". (John: Ah!) Sharon turned her face away, and Sherlock said embarrassingly: "Sir, it is too much to say, but... your son is poisoned, and it is a very strange poison. So what I mean The only thing is...he's unlikely to wake up."

Andrea rolled her eyes and almost fainted.Andy seemed a little calmer, but it wasn't much better, his face was too ugly to look directly at.Sharon couldn't help but pay attention to the youngest Anid.The little sister stood alone in the same place, with tears still sticking to her cheeks, dumbfounded, as if frightened.

Sharon wanted to hug her, but was attracted by the little copper butterfly.

"How could this be on the ground?" She said in a low voice, probably only her own Mr. Detective heard it.The slender hand picked up the unhappy butterfly, moved it a few times, and there was a strange arc at the corner of the mouth.

"It seems that this matter is not as boring as imagined, Sharon." Sherlock winked at her, squatted down, and touched Anid's little head with a kind face: "Okay, Anid, It's okay, it's not your fault. Also, can I borrow this for a while?"

Anid hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.

"Sherlock, you already have an idea, don't you?" She helplessly squatted in the corner and studied by herself.