[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Locke's voice.As expected of a genius, even his work and rest time is so orderly and unshakable... But the original book doesn't say that Sherlock Holmes is a person who loves to stay in bed and make people worry?

Sharon blinked suspiciously, and her waist was arched like a little rabbit against the blanket.At the same time, Mrs. Timothy pushed the door open and entered: "Oh dear, are you awake? Go down and drink the milk first~" She watched Mrs. Timothy bent down and took out a mathematics book from the pile of books, and then He rummaged through boxes and boxes looking for things like draft paper and scales.Mathematicians are also very busy on weekends.It seems that she is the only one who is very busy~

Rubbing his eyes with his slippers on, he went downstairs slowly, and gulped down the milk in one gulp. "Mrs. Timothy, Sherlock left in such a hurry, is there an appointment?" She glanced at the table: the toast was only buttered a little bit, and it seemed to be in a hurry, and the knives and forks were also messed up. .Although Sherlock is an informal person, he can't just drop the fork on the chair and leave it alone.

Sharon found that now she was really assimilated by a certain tsundere brother.Should she be happy or speechless ==

"A large swimming competition was held in this area." A female mathematician who was busy at work responded, "I don't know what's going on, Sherlock usually doesn't like sports..."

oh?The only things that can attract Sherlock are cases and mysteries.

etc--

swimming contest?

Sharon frowned tightly, feeling like she forgot something?I have lived at this time for a month or two, and I have forgotten the original plot...

It should be fine, right?

"However—" Timothy, who had finished drawing the last geometry, turned around and teased Sharon while clearing the table, "I heard from Miss Krista that you get along well with your classmates? Especially with That little mischievous kid who repeated grades... I think, is it called Carlo?"

cough cough.She choked on milk.This kind of questioning is very much like the model of a good mother who is wary of her daughter falling in love!But Carlo recently... seems to be particularly pestering her?

Example: "Sharon, does your brother like detective novels?" "Maybe."

Another example: "Sharon, your brother seems to be able to do anything! Can he save a little one?" "Carol, he's not a veterinarian."

Another example: "Sharon, does your brother still need erasers? I bought a lot!" "...you are enough."

It seems that for children, this kind of wise and neurotic person is more attractive, isn't it?

Xue Lun took a breath, put down her glass and said, "It's a friend." You can also call it a bad friend.Mrs. Timothy came over, cut a piece of bread and said: "Girls are really easy to get close to. Did you leave a phone number?" "I gave it to me when I left yesterday...but I haven't given it to him yet." After all , This is Sherlock Holmes' house, she really has some low self-esteem.

The gentle woman looked at the girl tenderly, and put her hand gently on her shoulder. "Sharon," she said, "don't think too much. Mrs. Gwynn entrusted you to me, and you entrust yourself to us. My dear, don't be so timid. Although our family has It is indeed a bit poisonous to speak at the time, but ah, we are all very grateful for your arrival."

"Lucky?" She was a little flattered.

"That's right. Without you coming, how could my mother see those wonderful expressions on Sherlock's face? How could Mycroft borrow you like a child to ask me for sweets?"

because of her?

There was a warm current in my heart, but at the same time there were some black threads.Mrs. Holmes, it seems that you have some hidden attributes that have been unlocked.

"Dingling, dingling~" the phone rang happily.Sharon hurried over to pick it up.

"This is Sherlock Holmes' house. May I ask who are you looking for?"

"Sharon? I'm Carlo."

The immature child's voice was a little changed by the phone call.

"I am, why do you have my phone number?"

"Hey, I asked Miss Krista for it."

"Hey, you actually know how to call names properly - isn't everyone called 'stinky witch'?"

"Ah, I, can't I be more polite... No, no, I want to talk about business!"

"Okay—Mr. Macleod, please—"

"..."

The other side of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and Xue Lun felt that something was wrong, so she immediately asked:

"what happened?"

"Sulde...Sulde said..." His voice was trembling and hesitant, "A senior named Karl...Karl Bowles died?"

died.

died?

She could imagine that her eyes must be bigger than copper bells.Carlo continued to narrate intermittently: "I think it's a lie. But on the phone, he was so scared that he cried...Hello? Sharon? Is your brother there?" "He, he went to the swimming competition."

Swimming competition + Karl Powers + Sherlock = Bigfoot sneaker case.

Such a strange formula immediately appeared in my mind.Can't go wrong!Sherlock Holmes's first case!

Thinking of this, she jumped off the sofa, hung up the phone and rushed into the room.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Timothy poured a cup of black tea and saw that her little girl looked like a mad lion cub.When I came back to my senses again, I found that Sharon had already put on a transparent raincoat and was carrying a small canvas satchel, with a serious expression on her face.

"Do you want to go out? Do you want a drink before you go?" Probably smelling the adventurous breath of blood, the woman took out the water bottle and put it on for Xue Lun, and at the moment before Xue Lun went out, she murmured to herself:

"Sherlock should be very excited, right? It's so angry and laughing to have such a child."

Pausing for a moment, I saw the figure disappear at the end.

"Don't lose your way, Sharon."

lawyer of the dead

As soon as he ran to a fork, he met Carlo who was also wearing a raincoat.

"Hey, you too..." Carlo exclaimed in surprise, and was immediately grabbed by Sharon's arm and ran wildly.

It's like the stalking scene in the comics, it's so cool, isn't it.

At that time, the swimming pool was already full of people, and the two children slammed on the brakes, panting heavily on the spot.If you take a closer look, you can easily find a few people carrying a stretcher and walking out with regret.

"It seems that Surde is not lying..." The boy opened his mouth in shock when he saw this situation for the first time.Sharon looked around.The entrance and exit were tightly blocked, and it was difficult to move around a little, let alone find her suspense-obsessed elder brother.

"Ka, Kahlo!" A shivering boy of the same age walked over with only a bath towel on, his lips trembling.Seeing the embarrassment of his companion, Carlo was startled: "Sulde! What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" "No, no..."

Surde's voice was full of tears, "I...I saw...Brother Karl...he seemed to be attacked, his eyes widened in pain, and he was right by my feet, no matter how hard he swam... I can't get up..." After that, he buried his head in his hands.The remaining traces of water in the hair slowly elongated and dripped coldly around.This, seems to be the case of being injected with Botox.She took a step forward, stretched out her short hand and patted Su De's back: "It's just an accident, don't think about it..."

"No shoes! No shoes on site!"

The loud and almost crazy shouts attracted the attention of the three children.Sharon looked at the still conspicuous black curly hair in the crowd, and Sherlock yelled desperately despite the water stains on his face, trying to get the approval of the police.However, it is obvious that the grown-ups think that this tall and thin boy just wants to let go because of his heavy studies.No one took Sherlock's words to heart.In Sherlock's own words, "They don't want to check at all."

"Your brother must know something, right?" Carlo said in a low voice, but the eyes of the girl next to her were stagnant, no, look carefully... There was pity and unwillingness in her eyes.Just like the angels in the Bible, they look at the world with compassion.

"Are you friends of Surde?" A tall and strong woman came over, and the two nodded.The woman picked up the little boy who was still distraught, and smiled symbolically: "It's nothing, let's go first. Alas, this poor child... Carl and him have always been very close..."

The figure of the woman disappeared into the vast crowd, but Xue Lun was still on standby.Carlo couldn't help shouting, "Sharon!"

This sound not only called Sharon back, but also turned the eyes of a certain boy.

The two pairs of eyes met by coincidence.What kind of expression is that?The gray-green eyes turned gray-blue due to the light, shining with a strange light.I don't know if we can find fragments of the truth from this vast ocean?Young man who is not understood by the world, you have seen the truth, but you are unable to connect it into a complete ring.

She shivered suddenly.Doesn't the current Sherlock want to be a detective?

"That..." She squeezed through the crowd and trotted over with great effort.Sherlock also managed to notice the familiar boy following the girl.He narrowed his eyes complicatedly.Have you become friends so quickly?Thinking of this, he suddenly had a strange feeling... Annoyed that his things were picked up by others?He was suddenly frightened by himself.Do you also have this idea yourself?This kind of thinking... only exists for a moment when the red beard is taken out for a walk by McCoff, and his mother is occupied by this brat.

Forget it, throw it into the thinking hall and deal with it.

"Please become a detective!"

Just as he was thinking about it, his younger sister suddenly said something.detective?His pupils dilated for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. "Why?"

juvenile already evident