[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Rain blurred vision.A pair of trembling small hands supported him, and then another powerful big hand supported him.

"Forgive me...forgive me..."

I don't know who is sighing.

Sharon didn't have a fever, but fell down.

——When Sherlock picked her up, he accidentally fell.

Anid: ...Yes, I'm sorry QAQ

Sphinx Overture

The woman with curly hair raised her wrist and motioned for the blond man to hand her the phone: "Can't get through yet?"

John clasped his hands together, closed his jaw slightly, and shook his head in annoyance: "Yeah, it's really strange. You can still get through the phone a few months ago, but why haven't you been able to get through in the past few weeks?"

While pressing the phone, Mary squinted at her boyfriend, and added in a teasing tone: "Didn't you make an appointment for the call a few months ago? It seems that you really care about the sister of your best friend." The expression of complaining, but the tone of voice is very relaxed.John was used to his girlfriend's jokes, but he was not used to mentioning a sensitive word again.For a moment, I was speechless.

"I... just want you to get to know each other, and I talked about it before." "Is it like letting me get to know that person?" Mary replied with a smile, as if she didn't mind making up the knife at all.Her character drove him to make the man who had been depressed for a long time realize the truth.

"……listen……"

"...Oh, got through?"

The fonts jumped on the screen, and the phone vibrated quickly.

"Who were you on the phone with?"

Sherlock was only wearing a dark purple nightgown, and there was still some half-shaved foam on his face.Like a nimble kangaroo, he stepped back and poked half of his head towards Sharon on the bed.

"It's been 32 days, [-] hours, [-] minutes and [-] seconds according to your last call," he said affirmatively.

Sharon held down the thought of checking if there was a monitor on her body, and shook the object in her hand: "It's John. He asked me why I couldn't get through the phone during this time..."

Halfway through the words, I realized that something was wrong.The mobile phone numbers in this world are different from those in the original world.However, as I reintegrated into the world, everything seemed to be back on track.But the question is, didn't McCoff say that there was a person who stole his information? That person had been missing for a while, but why did the information recombine now?

She instinctively wanted to hide the fact that she traveled through time, so her expression didn't fluctuate much.Fortunately, Sherlock didn't point out anything.

"It's been a long time since we heard the voice of our old friend." His eyes revealed a brief nostalgia (it should be), "Maybe you can describe the wonderful encounters during this period to him vividly." Finally The sentence was obviously a joke, but the joke was a bit inappropriate.

Sharon wrinkled her bun face, slowly bent forward, and then fell heavily backwards.There was an irregular hard object stuck in his head.That was the last music box that Anid gave her, similar to the blue butterfly music box that the little girl was holding before.It's just that the butterfly on the top of this music box is carved from wood.

She flicked casually, closed her eyes and turned the switch of the small box.The music of the pearls falling on the jade plate rang.

"Sherlock."

"Sherlock is going out." The man's voice came from the entrance.They will arrive in Serbia in a few days, and Mr. Holmes will inevitably be a little busy during this time. Of course, Sharon has no way of knowing what he is busy with, and it is difficult to open his mouth.Two people being together does not mean sharing privacy.What's more, his privacy may concern a country.

Staying alone in an apartment that has changed several times, I have already figured out a fun and safe way to play.Move around at the right time, react normally at the right time, the best way to disguise is not to deliberately disguise. ...Well, she was just talking casually. If Sherlock really found out, she didn't know what kind of tricks she would reason.

"Miss, I see you stay alone in the apartment all day, and don't you go out with your friends?" After meeting the aunt who sells groceries downstairs a few times, the aunt will finally be unable to bear the torture of gossip , asked out.

Sharon put the things into the bag in an orderly manner, and her voice was also tepid: "I'm more introverted, and this kind of quiet life is very good for me."

The sound of pocket cards being wiped was intertwined with the dialogue.

"Oh—oh! How can this be possible? Young people should be full of vigor! You see that guy upstairs is only in his early twenties, and he has almost traveled the world! And he has children!"

... What kind of topic do you want to bring up, ma'am?

"I'm still a student, ma'am."

"Ah! You're not young, don't you plan to fall in love and have a boyfriend?"

Isn't it normal to not fall in love at the age of 20? !And even if she and Sherlock didn't explain the relationship between the two, it can be roughly guessed... right.

"Huh? You mean that tall man who came with you? Isn't he your uncle or something?"

#On the Plasticity of Natural Black#

Should she be thankful that Uncle Sherlock wasn't here?

"But it's a pity (that's why it's a pity) I thought the handsome boy who took pictures of your windowsill at the door of my shop that day was your boyfriend..."

Sharon froze for a moment.Photograph?Facing her balcony?

"Excuse me, what kind of person is taking pictures on the balcony?" "It's a guy wearing sunglasses." The aunt showed a "relieved" expression, "Miss, it's a good thing to have a crush, I think when I was young... ..."

Well, when you were young, you definitely didn't have an elder brother who could pick up all kinds of weird cases, nor did you have a lot of sneaky and suspicious people!

Who buys whose drunk

Perhaps it was really in response to what Auntie said. After Sharon entered the apartment with two paper bags in her arms, she just turned around a staircase when she ran into the so-called handsome guy in sunglasses wandering around under his house number with a camera.

Before she started to get nervous, the young man turned pale, and rushed downstairs. Halfway through the rush, the girl who was less than a punch away from him was looking straight at him, and then ran upstairs trembling .

"Hey——" "I'm sorry, I'm me, I'm just trying to complete the school's social survey, and I'm really sorry to bother you!"

...Well, can you stop talking while running.

After a while, the young man who calmed down slowly went down the stairs, walked up to the owner who seemed very talkative (probably), and explained it.It's nothing more than a college student, who was asked by his instructor to do a social survey about the neighbors around him.As a result, he was repeatedly considered a kleptomaniac because of his shy and unsociable reason.In addition to wearing a pair of sunglasses, the grocer's aunt, whose eyes are not very good, can't recognize him even more. (Is that okay too?)

The stone hanging in Sharon's heart eased a little.The two exchanged a few official pleasantries, and the little turmoil was over.

"However... it's better to pay more attention to the surrounding situation." The girl made up her mind secretly.

He locked the door and opened it again.She put away her things and turned around.

"! Do you walk quietly in broad daylight?"

Sherlock seemed to stand there for a long time.With his hands behind his back, he tilted his head innocently: "No, it's just that your sense of hearing and smell is not very good."

smell?Is it the smell of sweat secreted by the sweat glands... The nose shrugged, eh, there seems to be a smell of alcohol? "you've been drinking?"

Jumping a step away, turning her hands behind her back, she circled around the man with her waist slightly bent.Straight suit without a trace of wrinkle, leather shoes polished more shiny than 24K gold diamonds, and gold-rimmed glasses neatly stuck to the pockets.It's like applying for a job.

"In fact, you can say that." Mr. Psychological Tester replied immediately, "You should call me Mr. Teaching Assistant now."

!

If it was pretending to be a doctor, she could still accept it.But the teaching assistant... It should have been mentioned earlier that the second brother is a person who hates school very much and even hates school. In middle school, most of the classes are taught by tutors, and he goes to school symbolically once a week.Moreover, this tutor is also a good friend who has a close relationship with the old Sherlock Holmes and his wife, and is also respected by Sherlock.Otherwise, no one would dare to pick up this hot potato.

... No, no, he is Sherlock Holmes, a master liar with first-rate disguise skills.To put it bluntly, I am still a little jealous of those elementary school students who can see Sherlock giving lectures in a strict manner...

"The most interesting thing is," he pulled the girl to the sofa, his eyes sparkling, "that college student who was talking to you just now is a capable student of our goal this time." A boy with a blushing face?" Xue Lun thought for a while, and she knew it in her heart.People who are more introverted are generally very good, of course, except for her TAT

"Blushes?" he clicked his tongue. "Don't be stupid. He's a flamboyant lover who can get four girlfriends at the same time, and the most popular guitar player in the bar. Oh, what a nasty boy, two-faced. No, All around."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the gate with disgust, almost staring at it like a big hole.

Ah, forgot.We don't have the same eyes as Sherlock, what a mourner...

"Then have you ever been to... er, the bar where the boy works?" If one day in the future, when regret medicine comes into the market, Xue Lun said that she would drink this bowl of soup—the author wouldn't even say that!

Sherlock smiled maliciously.

Metal music, indistinguishable lights, swaying dance skirts.

The wine bottle dances with the teenagers on the stage, and the rainbow drawn out is not only without the innocence of childhood