It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Although Inspector Lestrade had a full stomach at Sherlock as always, but this time he was so satisfied when he left, the earth can't stop the good Inspector's heart of gossip!

However, Sherlock, who was left behind, was not as calm as he showed.

After Mr. Inspector left, he sat quietly on the sofa and plucked the strings for a while... Within a minute, he jumped up from the sofa and walked to the stairwell to go upstairs to find Erin.Because Inspector Lestrade interrupted their conversation earlier, he didn't actually give Irene an answer, and now he felt that he had to give her an answer.

Sherlock straightened his collar and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly realized that the shirt he was wearing today was the shirt he wore on the day he first met Irene, which she jokingly called 'Gay Purple'.

Sherlock's sanity and memory came back, he... retreated back and sat back on the sofa, thought for a while and grabbed his mobile phone, went online, entered the keyword "gay purple", and soon a bunch of web pages came out.

The consulting detective took out the spirit of studying the difference in the tensile strength of different fibers, began to study the content of the web page, and fell silent after the research.

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Irene, who thought she had special praise skills, came downstairs half an hour later, was pushing the door into the living room on the second floor, and had a face-to-face encounter with Sherlock who was about to come to the stairwell.Irene thought he had something to do and asked, "Sherlock, what's the matter?"

Sherlock glanced at Irene lightly and then avoided her sight. He pretended nothing happened and moved to the window. He pulled his violin with a gentlemanly posture, making the sound of sawing wood. .In fact, in the past half an hour, he has been fluctuating between sawing wood and playing beautiful music one after another. The fluctuations are accompanied by changes in facial expressions. Sawing wood corresponds to a deadpan expression, and playing beautiful music corresponds to The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Sherlock pretended to ask Irene casually: "What did you do, I didn't hear the movement on the third floor at all?" He still asked in a very academic tone, so as to conceal that he had been listening to the third floor for the past half an hour. Movements on the third floor.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

Irene undoubtedly has him—you must know that Mr. Detective has always been extremely curious and thirsty for the new world opened by Comrade Xiao Ai. In the past period of time, he has asked many questions one after another, and the current tone Almost—replied with a smile: "Oh, I put a soundproof note on the third floor. Did Inspector Lestrade say something? About yesterday's case?"

Sherlock was suspiciously silent for a while, and then said in a bored tone: "It's all nonsense, oh, he did mention that antique shop, the owner—you want to go out?"

"Yeah, I'm going to buy the materials needed to draw talismans, and I'll buy a mobile phone by the way, sir." Speaking of the mobile phone that was "sacrificed for work", Irene called Sherlock in a drawn-out tone, and the sound of the violin It just broke.Irene didn't think much, she put on her coat, "I may not be back until the afternoon, you have to remember to eat."

When Irene went downstairs, the sound of the violin was no longer the sound of sawing wood, but a melodious note.

Irene put up soundproof notes and didn't hear Sherlock's "Variations" for the violin, but Mrs. Hudson, who was watching the store downstairs, really endured the torture for half an hour.It's not that Mrs. Hudson hasn't heard Sherlock play "Wood Song" before, she has even heard the gunshot version, but this time "Wood Song" and "Spring Song" are played alternately, which is simply There are two heavens of ice and fire, it is better to simply play "wooden music".

After seeing Irene in this situation, Mrs. Hudson stopped her and said, "Take Sherlock to open a room!"

Erin: "...Sorry?"

"Didn't you two agree to spend a beautiful and unforgettable night together? Don't wait for the night now, it's the same during the day, take him there, otherwise he will be suffocated, and the ones who suffer are us innocent passers-by Ears." Mrs. Hudson, who had exchanged the latest gossip with a well-known person in Scotland Yard, took Irene's arm and complained in a low voice, but her tone was actually full of ridicule-like encouragement.

Erin: "...I don't understand what you're saying."

The landlady, who also came here, saw that Irene was still dazed and puzzled, and presented evidence without saying a word: "You don't admit this? Then you have to admit that Sherlock carried you out of the car last night." Right? He said you were so tired that you fell asleep—" The landlady's tone changed after she said that, and when Irene wanted to speak, she put on an expression of "an explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth".

At this moment, the sound of sawing wood came from the second floor.

Mrs. Hudson immediately yelled: "Listen, you heard him start again, go and coax him, really!"

Irene, who came upstairs again, was at a loss. She didn't understand that she had been soundproofed for half an hour. Why did it feel like it had been three autumns? What happened?And the sound of Sherlock tossing the violin is really harsh.

"Sherlock—"

Sherlock showed his speaking speed as the Guinness record holder of the "fastest speaking speed", interrupted Erin's words and said suddenly: "Mrs. Hudson has signs of dementia, don't listen to her nonsense."

Erin was stunned: "Uh, did you hear that?"

Sherlock's eyes flickered, he continued to pretend to look downstairs, and said in a serious tone: "I read that lip reading is a necessary skill to become a qualified detective, you have to start learning."

"I see, but I have a better monitoring method. Didn't I tell you about the paper bird before? I can show you." Irene thought of a good way to keep Sherlock from torturing the violin. No, she can also put soundproof notes on the second floor.

Sherlock put down the violin expressionlessly, and looked over naturally.Irene took out a piece of paper, folded it into the shape of a bird, put it in her hand, and blew lightly on the paper bird, and the paper bird became lifelike.She handed the paper bird to Sherlock, with a smile on her face, her black and white eyes shining brightly, just like when she asked him if he would like to, "Here you are."

Sherlock's mind quickly flashed through. When he was studying Chinese in depth, the idioms of birds that were very mythical and did not exist in reality, such as "Luanfeng Heming" and "Phoenix Yufei" were mentioned in it. "Flying with wings" and so on, he naturally knew the meaning of these idioms, and now Irene gave him a bird——

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock came back to his senses, and without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand to take the animated paper bird. The paper bird pecked at his palm, as if a stone had been thrown into the lake of his heart, and a burst of water appeared. There were ripples.Sherlock stared at it intently, trying to hide the telangiectasia in his face.

Irene, who was completely out of the situation, said unconsciously: "I don't worry if you like it." However, in case Sherlock started to disturb the people with his violin again before she came back, Irene still left quietly when she left. A soundproof note was pasted on the second floor.

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When Irene was hailing a taxi downstairs, Mrs. Hudson wondered why she came out by herself, but after Irene got into the taxi, there was no annoying violin sound from upstairs. , Mrs. Hudson smiled clearly, there are many ways to appease the young and energetic young man.

It was only after Irene got into the taxi at Zhaolistop that she suddenly came to her senses. She was interrupted by Sherlock just now, but she didn't understand why the landlady said such irrelevant words.How did the landlady misunderstand the opening of the room, the wonderful night and so on?

Wait, she was picked up by Sherlock from the taxi yesterday?

Irene recalled that she ate the ghost of Jack the Ripper yesterday and fell asleep after getting into the taxi. She still remembered asking Sherlock to call her when she arrived at Baker Street, but when she woke up she would go back to her bedroom.So, it was Sherlock who carried her from the downstairs to the bedroom on the third floor?

Irene can easily come to such a conclusion. If she continues to infer, what kind of "hug" is this "hug", but since the landlady has misunderstood so much, it means that this "hug" posture...

Irene didn't think about it anymore, and after a minute, she slowly covered her face.Her current state is facial telangiectasia, which is commonly known as blushing.

Maybe this can't be called "shave your head and pick your head hot"?

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Irene spent a lot of time buying all the materials she needed for drawing talismans, and bought a new mobile phone by the way and returned to Baker Street.

Irene got out of the taxi, and looked up to the window on the second floor, just in time to meet the eyes of Sherlock who was standing by the window and looking downstairs.

From Irene's point of view, as the weather in London turned gloomy again, the room became even darker. Sherlock's face looked a little blurry, but the bright eyes of the other party, even in this situation, It still looks so dazzling.She knew that those eyes could see every detail, could observe any clues, and could see through people's hearts... Now she really realized that those eyes were very beautiful.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Irene's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and she lowered her head so helplessly that she couldn't explain what it was like. She opened the door of 221b only after she felt her heartbeat stabilized. .