It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

"Sherlock, I have something to tell you, is it convenient now?——ailin"

The text message came back almost instantly, "Come downstairs.——sh"

Irene came down to the second floor after a while, and Sherlock was wearing a blue vertical-striped nightgown, sitting on the couch, stepping on the carpet with his bare feet.

Sherlock looked over and said very fast: "You have fallen asleep, judging by the humidity of your hair, you have been in bed for at least an hour and a half, now don't tell me what you dreamed in your dreams that you missed during the day If you think of me, no, you want to tell me about it, so you send me a text message to ask me? Since you went upstairs early during the day and didn’t come down again during the day, the probability of this happening is very high Gao. Tell me, what is it?"

Irene remembered the inexplicable feeling before, so she subconsciously avoided what Sherlock mentioned during the day, trying to change the subject, "Why aren't you wearing slippers?"

How could Sherlock fail to notice such a clumsy way of changing the subject? He leaned forward, his eyes glistening under the bright light of the floor lamp next to him: "You're going to say this?"

Erin looked back into those clear blue eyes, the feeling came again, she blurted out almost without thinking, "Your eyes are so beautiful."

Sherlock took a while to say "I have heterochromia iris", and fake coughed down to cover up his seeming embarrassment.If Irene observed carefully at this time, she could see that Sherlock's ears were gradually turning red, but she herself was a little dazed, where there was no extra attention, there was still a burst of earth-shattering "cough cough cough" Only then did the sound bring her back to reality, she licked her lips, and quickly found words to cover up her gaffe just now, "I'm serious, no, I just want to compliment your beautiful eyes, um, And Mycroft's, your eyes are very similar, I told you right?"

Sherlock's face turned dark all of a sudden, his eyes were no different from that fat man without iris mutation.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Don't you know it's rude to interrupt others?" Irene, who explained more and more wrong, turned and glared at the master who made another fake cough.

Sherlock said quickly: "Who?"

Irene finally remembered the fundamental reason why she found Sherlock at eleven o'clock in the evening. Being distracted by this, she pretended to be nonchalant and revealed the subtle episode just now, and said to Sherlock Talking about the origin of the matter: "Well, now a commission has come to me. The client is a ghost. He is in the living room now. I want to ask if you are interested in taking over with me?"

"Of course." Almost as soon as Irene finished speaking, Sherlock said impatiently.

Irene was not surprised by this answer, "So, next, I will let you see the client."

Sherlock's eyes were full of starlight: "Is it still like the previous minute?"

"I think 1 minute is enough for you, Sherlock." Irene had already seen the magic of Sherlock, she replied almost without thinking, walked up to Sherlock, stretched out her hand and closed it a second before him. He nodded his eyes, then quickly withdrew his hand and pursed the corners of his mouth: "Okay."

Sherlock saw the world of Irene's eyes again, and there was an extra figure in the bedroom where there were only the two of them, a ghost, oh, the name of the ghost was Edward Harris, and now he couldn't bear to look straight at him. correct.When he was about to introduce himself, Sherlock opened his mouth after scanning: "The clothes on his body are in the style of the 90s of the eighteenth century. Since the ghosts I know maintain their appearance after death, it can be concluded that you He lived in the eighteenth century before he was alive. The son of a rich family had an older brother who was the heir, but after your older brother inherited the family business, he generously distributed a small part of the property to you. The reason for being generous is to consider Inheritance law at the time. Unmarried, oh, now there is someone who likes. Sorry, I shouldn't say human, she is of the same race as you, obviously. Also, the hobby is painting, but obviously not famous. So this Mr. who doesn't understand the concept of time, can you tell me what your commission is? Oh, don't tell me, it's related to the lady you like, but since you've found Irene now, it means it's out of touch with reality related to the person or thing in it, am I right?"

Edward Harris was stunned by Mr. Detective's cannon-like words, and the whole ghost was not well.

1 minute is useless at all, and the remaining time is enough for Edward Harris to state his commission. He wants to retrieve a painting hanging in the adjacent building for the lady he likes.

Sherlock frowned because of the words in his words, but Irene understood: "The lady you like, no, to be precise, the body of the lady you have a crush on is a painting?"

Sherlock: "..."

Edward Harris: "..."

Sherlock was confused because another door to a new world opened to him.

Edward Harris was confused because he was seen through again.

At this time, 1 minute is up, and Sherlock can't see Edward Harris anymore, but this client is no longer important to Sherlock.He pursed his plump lips, looked up at Irene, and asked in an uncertain tone, "A painting?"

"You can think of it as the soul of the painting. During the process of being painted by the master, she poured the master's painstaking efforts into it. By chance, she will have her own consciousness. However, this kind of situation is very rare. I think this painting must be very spiritual. If it’s difficult for you to understand, I can find some supernatural stories with the soul of painting as the main character tomorrow for you to read.” This is another door to a new world, and Irene showed it so lightly, just like she used to be Jane. Simply put, she ate the ghost of Jack the Ripper.

Seeing that Sherlock hadn't spoken yet, Irene suggested after thinking about it: "Sherlock, do you want to meet that painting soul with me? The energy contained in your body now can support you to watch ghosts for a long time." Yes, but I'm afraid you will have to get used to it for a while at first. You know it took me a long time to see them as nothing like I am now, but I have confidence in you." Sherlock is very different, Baker All the wandering souls in the street are afraid of him. Even though he doesn't have the ability in this area, he is so unique that he can even win the title of "Ghost Seeing Sorrow".

Irene's words were heard in Sherlock's ears, and they were translated into a sentence: "Come to my world?"

"I would," he said.

Irene was taken aback by his serious expression, thinking that he was preparing for a longer time to see a world that was completely different from what he sees now, and after thinking about it, she assured him: "I will always watch It won’t hurt you.” In this regard, Irene still has a sense of proportion, otherwise Sherlock wouldn’t have refused to let him touch the ghost due to the lack of energy in Sherlock’s body.

This time, Sherlock's iridescent eyes were rainbowed in the bright light.

Irene, who was directly impacted by the beauty, no, the rainbow, her heartbeat accelerated. This is really a problem, right?

Has anyone been forgotten?

Mr. Ghost, Mr. Edward Harris: "qwq"

But it doesn't matter if you have a crush or not, just ignore ghosts as always, what's important now is that they will sneak into a museum with tight security in the middle of the night.

Hey, which point mentioned here is an obstacle for Mr. Detective and Comrade Xiaoai?The answer is no.

"Let's go." Sherlock said with high spirits, seeing Irene hesitate, "What's wrong?"

"Well, you're still in your pajamas." Irene pointed out the fact that of course Sherlock was barefoot and didn't even wear socks, which didn't seem to be the point.

"You too." Sherlock paused.

The two looked at each other, quickly moved away, said nothing more, one went back to his bedroom on the second floor, the other went to her bedroom on the third floor, and changed into clothes that could go out.

Edward Harris who was ignored again: "..." It's so cruel.

It was already 221:11 by the time they left the gate of 30b Baker Street in the middle of the night.At this time, Baker Street was already very quiet, and there were not even three or two kittens on the street, but the Chinese restaurant was still open, but they were not going to eat now, but to the Astor Museum.

The night wind in London was chilly. Irene straightened her scarf, turned her head to look at Sherlock, and said slowly: "So, is the taxi arranged by Mycroft 24 hours?" Of course she found out. It can be said that it is a coincidence that Sherlock arrives at any time once or twice, but it can no longer be explained by coincidence if it happens every time.It seems that she is also being treated like this now. When she goes out to shop during the day, she takes the same taxi when she goes there, in the middle and back.

Sherlock glanced at her, then turned his gaze away and said, "Maybe." He stretched out his hand from his coat pocket and waved to the side of the road, "Taxi!"

Then a taxi roared up from the corner of Baker Street.

"Well, I think I know the answer," Irene buried her face in the scarf and said vaguely, "Sherlock, although I think this kind of [-]-hour surveillance is weird, it actually still has a flash What do you think?"

Sherlock squinted at her and said angrily, "Don't be stupid."

"Could you two stop flirting and get down to business first?" Edward Harris, who was floating beside him and hadn't existed for a long time, really wanted to rush over to this pair of men and women who abused single dogs. Roaring this sentence he wanted to say from the time he was abused before, but he didn't dare, this is really a sad story.