It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

London today ushered in a rare sunny day, but one of the owners of 221b Baker Street, the only consulting detective in the world, was not in such a good mood as the weather outside.

The other owner, Comrade Xiao Ai, came over with a teacup and said, "Don't be so angry——"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped in the eye by the consulting detective.

Irene couldn't help laughing. She put the teacup on the dining table. It was rare that the dining table in 221b was used normally. She sat down and saw that Sherlock didn't speak. She thought about McCoff who had just left, and said solemnly: "You You have to know that your brother is here to ask the teacher for his crimes. If I face the enemy head-on, I will definitely be KO, so I have to "curve to save the country", then do what he likes and soften him. You can see the effect is still there, McCoff also praised I'm—don't say it, I'll take that as a compliment—and I'm flattered about it."

Sherlock said dryly, "Deceive yourself."

"Sherlock, I told you not to talk about it." Irene protested, she snorted softly to express her dissatisfaction with being suspected of being demolished, and drank tea from a teacup. After taking two sips, she listened to Mr. Detective's casual words : "So, what happened to the first accident? If your memory is good, you will know that this accident contains 'who did you fight' and 'causing you to fall asleep after eating' Executive summary. Oh, and now includes 'non-science'."

"Sir, please allow me to remind you, 'I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry'." Irene put down the teacup and said slowly.

Sherlock dismissed her excuse: "I don't like tofu."

Eileen laughed out loud with a "poof--".

Sherlock asked puzzled, "What?"

Irene held back a smile and replied: "No, I know you don't like tofu, so does that make you think that you are not proficient in using chopsticks?"

Sherlock narrowed his piercing blue eyes: "No, there are other meanings."

"Well—" Irene's tone became subtle, "'eat tofu' is a euphemism for sexual harassment, but the tone is not as strong as that sexual harassment."

"Why does food have anything to do with sexual harassment? Boring." Sherlock doesn't understand this, and he doesn't want to understand, what he wants to know now is not tofu or not, "Never mind that, you continue to talk about your 'accident' .”

Without any foreshadowing, Irene said 'straight to the dragon': "I ate the ghost of Jack the Ripper."

Sherlock confirmed that he heard correctly, he took ten seconds to digest, his Adam's apple slipped, and asked tentatively: "You said 'eat', it is like eating food—"

"If you have to make a metaphor like that," Irene struggled, but she seemed to think it wasn't exciting enough, and she also explained in detail what happened at the time, "I thought it was a ghost haunting case, so I Just go to the ghost of Jack the ripper, well, after the first parody I got the ghosts to keep an eye out for Jack the ripper, apparently after being a ghost he can't hide, there was a ghost the day before yesterday Messaged me that he was found, so I went.

Well, for someone like him who killed people during his lifetime, after becoming a ghost, his anger is hard to dissipate, and there is more than 80.00% chance of becoming a ghost—you can think of this as a bad person in life, and a bad ghost after death—so When we confront each other, we fight.

I didn't want to eat him at first, I prepared all the talismans to destroy him, but I only have one kind of talisman left in my hand, using it will attract lightning - I know it's not scientific, but if I have a chance, I can demonstrate Here you go - so I hesitated.In that gap, Jack the Ripper came at me, and I... ate him. "

Irene said so many words in one breath, she felt her mouth was dry, and she lowered her head and picked up the teacup and took two sips of tea.

As for Sherlock, who received the new information, he was shutting down and restarting, and unconsciously picked up his coffee cup and brought it to his mouth, drinking it.

"You're out of coffee, Sherlock." Irene couldn't help reminding him.

"Oh, oh." Sherlock put down the coffee cup, blinked his left eye quickly, as if he was quickly digesting such a non-scientific thing, and after uttering the meaningless tone of "uh, um", he finally recovered He said, "Since you said it was like eating food, does it mean that you digested him? What did you absorb from it? Don't say it first, let me say it. You are so sure that it is just an imitation case , Does it mean that you have absorbed his memory? Will this have a negative impact on you?"

Erin's response: "You're talking faster."

Sherlock couldn't help calling out her name: "Irene!"

Irene became serious, she thought for a while and replied: "I can't tell you the details, I can only tell you that this process is to 'take the essence and discard the dross', don't worry if I'm fine. "It's not the first time she has done this kind of thing, and she can't explain such a non-scientific thing clearly.

Sherlock immediately retorted, "I didn't."

Irene looked at the duplicity Sherlock with a smile on her face. Her eyebrows were bright and charming, and there were sparkles in her eyes, clear and compelling: "You know, Sherlock? On the night you brought me back to 221b, I was very serious. Thinking about it, I think I'd be more than happy to eat you."

In Irene's opinion, Sherlock's way of thinking is the most amazing she has ever seen. Even now that she has learned from Sherlock for a week, she is very clear that it is just a drop in the bucket.She wanted to learn all of them, and the fastest way for her was this, so now that she talked about this matter, she expressed her thoughts at the time.And in Irene's cognition, she thinks this is a kind of compliment, and she has a special skill of complimenting people, so she asked Sherlock happily and expectantly: "Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Holmes, would you like to let me Did I eat you?"

Of course, the food here is not the same as the food-the "eat" with a lot of connotation-the "eat" here is chilling and creepy, but the only consulting detective in the world said that he is not an ordinary person. In the eyes that are bright but most of the time are as vast and waveless as an ice field, there is a crystal gleam suddenly, like a spark that can start a prairie fire.He fixedly looked at her, opened his mouth——

"Holy Virgin Mary!"

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"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked blankly.

It was the first time Inspector Lestrade felt sorry for Sherlock. Generally, when he faced Sherlock, he was helpless + speechless + tired + really wanted to punch him. I'm really sorry to disturb your good business' idea, Lestrade really didn't expect to use it one day, in the words of Anderson, an older virgin, who is becoming a full-time great magician on Sherlock.

Oh, by the way, the phrase 'Holy Virgin Mary' was not called out by Sherlock, but Inspector Lestrade who came to find Sherlock. After hearing the sentence Irene said out of context, it sounds After saying very, very connotative words, he blurted out!

As a matter of course, because of Lestrade's howling voice, the charming (?) atmosphere in the kitchen disappeared immediately, and the girls went upstairs. As for the invited Sherlock——

"Sherlock, you're blushing."

The long-standing vision of retaliation in Lestrade's heart drove him to speak out this fact bravely, and the teasing in his tone couldn't be more obvious.

Sherlock firmly denied: "I didn't, it was just facial telangiectasia."

As someone who has been there, Lestrade echoed without hesitation: "Well, you didn't."

"Shutup!" Sherlock said sonorously, waving the bow by the way, and hit the bow in front of the good detective like a foil, "Is there anything else?"

Of course, Lestrade has a serious business in rushing into 221b Baker Street, but now his mind is full of "Sherlock has an owner for this bristlegrass". Oh, this description means that he was in the second At the scene of the case, Anderson said after witnessing Sherlock and Irene leave hand in hand and couldn't help but sigh.It was also thanks to yesterday's buffer that the Inspector was able to remain calm after hearing such a powerful sentence now, well, he was so calm that he didn't immediately rush downstairs and yell on Baker Street.

"To shut up."

"I haven't spoken yet," Lestrade was very tolerant this time. After all, he interrupted Sherlock's good deeds. Men understand this kind of mood, so they talked about the business in a good voice. , "Yesterday, you made the call to the police that the antique store was robbed and someone was injured, right?"

"so?"

This kind of tone of "open your little heads and take a look, it must be filled with straw bags" is really easy to get angry. The good detective comforted himself with "this guy is dissatisfied with desires", and found that the effect was really good. Immediately, he could still laugh: "When the manager of the antique shop said it, I knew it was you." Although it was a fake call to the police, on the other hand, it also helped them find the suspect. Conviction evidence, even though the suspect is dead.

Sherlock continued to play with his violin absently.

"In addition, my people did find the second body you mentioned in Lauriston Park, and you are right, that park has just been paved with red soil recently." Detective Inspector Lestrade said here, Looking at Sherlock full of curiosity, "So, the two of you really fell in love with a sexy handcuff, and plan to open a room at the Malmaison Hotel, which was converted from an Oxford prison, right?"