It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Erin was thinking about the information revealed in Ai Ye's story, when she heard the sound of someone going upstairs, she listened carefully, it was Mrs. Hudson.

Erin was puzzled, and opened the door when Mrs. Hudson was about to knock on the door, "What's the matter, Mrs. Hudson?"

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback, but soon the brave lady who had been Sherlock's landlord for nearly half a year calmed down, and then said with a subtle expression: "Sherlock is handling the case in Scotland", you know What did I mean? I think it is very necessary for you to go and bring him back before his face is still intact."

Irene tilted her head and asked, "Did Inspector Lestrade call you?"

"Haha." Mrs. Hudson laughed dryly. As the captain of the Baker Street Gossip Squad, she has been exchanging gossip with famous and unknown people in Scotland Yard recently, so don't say such things. "It's not that he doesn't have your phone number, so he had to call me. I think you should go there quickly."

After finishing speaking, the landlady who kindly came to inform Irene went downstairs.

After watching Mrs. Hudson go downstairs, Irene said slowly to the empty corner: "Why are you here?"

Edward Harris, who was growing mushrooms in the corner, said quietly: "You don't remember my name, do you?"

Irene suddenly felt a buzzing sound in her ears. She had just been buzzed by her father before, and now she ignored Edward Harris and closed the door from the inside.

Edward Harris: "..."

After a while, Irene changed her clothes, washed up, and opened the door again. Edward Harris stayed where he was, and when he saw her coming out, he immediately asked his doubts, "You said we were friends, Mr. Holmes That's great, why is that? Don't you—" like each other?

But before he finished speaking, he felt a sight that made him feel dizzy. Edward Harris raised his head to look tremblingly, and directly faced a dark darkness. He was almost sucked into this darkness. It was so scary .

"Did you hear what Sherlock and I said when we came back from outside?" Irene originally planned to ignore Edward Harris who made her sneer, but she stopped immediately after hearing what he said, subconsciously Staring at him, he suddenly closed his eyes when he realized that he was fading.

This process actually took less than five seconds, but the lovely Edward Harris felt like he died again.

Irene, who opened her eyes again and returned to normal, realized that she had lost control just now. She said sorry to Edward Harris and handed him a candy.Edward Harris took it and ate it in trepidation, and suddenly felt that he had really only died once and there would be no second time. He immediately forgot the terrible experience just now, and he got cheap and behaved—his current ghost It was much more solid than at the beginning——said to Irene, "It would be great if it tasted like green apples."

Irene pursed her lips, "You said Sherlock said it was too good, what's going on?"

Edward Harris was still reminiscing about the sense of fulfillment he ate just now, and said without thinking at first hearing: "You just went upstairs, and he jumped up like a child and said it was great, so I won't Understood, you said that you are friends, and he is so happy—” Edward Harris got stuck for a while and finally thought of a trendy word, and quickly continued, “It’s simply unscientific, considering that I’ve been single for so many years Judging from my experience, he definitely likes it—can you listen to others? Am I being ignored again?"

But it still felt like something was wrong, and now he couldn't think about it for a while. He had been a ghost for so many years, and his brain was not very bright.When Edward Harris floated to the second floor, he remembered that he came to ask how he found Van Gogh's "Pieta". Is there any news now?Forget it, he'd better go to the Astor Museum.

After hearing Edward Harris say that Sherlock was glad that she said they were friends again, Eileen began to feel depressed.When she was going downstairs, she analyzed that she would feel depressed because she probably didn't want to just be friends with Sherlock.

Irene hailed a taxi casually, and after getting into the taxi absent-mindedly, she still couldn't raise her emotions.She thought of what her father said, and her judgment of Sherlock, and somehow her own thoughts were shaken.Comrade Xiao Ai is not a person who will not come out unless she enters a dead end. Sometimes she is very good at hitting a straight ball. After being influenced by different facts, she tries to solve it after struggling with no results.

In this case, it makes sense to seek the advice of a friend.

But when it comes to Erin, the situation is a little different.She doesn't actually have many friends, and they are separated from her in a parallel universe, so they can't be contacted.Besides, the only friend she had was Sherlock, and she knew very few of them.

After a while, Irene analyzed the most suitable candidate. She took out her mobile phone and started typing. She looked like she was going to learn deduction from Sherlock before. She thought about the words she typed out, and waited for her to make it through. When the long text message was sent, almost 3 minutes had passed.

After the text message was sent, Comrade Xiao Ai held the phone and stared at the screen.

Mycroft Holmes, who was preparing for a video conference with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, received a new text message from the British government.He raised his eyebrows. After all, there are very few people who can directly send text messages to the mobile phone in his hand. After making the corresponding exclusions, McCoff was somewhat surprised that Irene would send him a text message.Yes, Irene has the number of his mobile phone. Since she is his brother's... roommate and has special abilities, he activated the third-level surveillance on the two of them, which is the highest level of surveillance here. and maintain a friendly relationship with her.

Thinking of what happened from midnight to the present, Mycroft tapped the table with his slender fingers, and picked up the phone to check the new text message.

"My dear Mr. Mycroft Holmes, first of all, thank you very much for the early delivery to Scotland Yard regardless of previous suspicions; thirdly, I think it is necessary to report to you about the unnatural accident that happened around 55:[-], and I will Carefully deal with the possible negative impact; in the end, I think Sherlock is asexual, but now something happened, which is contrary to my conclusion, so as watching Sherlock grow up, it is another deduction You, the founder of the law, what do you think about this? I am very much looking forward to getting your advice. ——ailin”

Generally speaking, this is a very formal text message. In the format of a letter, it is full of respect from the sender to the recipient. It can be said that it also has a bit of respect and love. It may be too much for those who are perfunctory.

However, as the recipient of the letter, Mycroft may not be very happy, his face can be called dignified, and what he worried about has come true.

……

scotland yard

Lestrade handcuffed Sherlock in his office, exhausted: "I said, can't you calm down? Let's at least wait until tomorrow! Do you know how many hours I slept today? ?”

Sherlock glanced him up and down, and gave an answer that Lestrade hadn't calculated: "Five hours and two ten minutes."

Lestrade: "...for God's sake! I didn't really ask you, I was just emphasizing that I really don't have the energy of a guy like you who doesn't eat or sleep!" He looked at Sherlock With an unrepentant face, he sat down on the chair in frustration, and no longer planned to play the piano to the cow, "I have already had someone notify Irene to come to Scotland Yard, you just wait here for her to come."

Sherlock said quickly, "Mrs. Hudson, I know you two have been exchanging some kind of information about Erin and me."

Lestrade said blankly: "Some kind? What kind? You should explain in detail."

Sherlock suddenly turned a deaf ear, he tugged on the handcuffs in his hand and said nothing.

Lestrade was immediately happy: "Sherlock, believe it or not, if you continue to torment Scotland Yard like this, I will tell her about your crush on Irene. Oh, do you want to ask how I know? Thank God , He did not give us ordinary people a high IQ, but he gave us sufficient EQ. Haha, Sherlock, your EQ has lowered the entire Scotland Yard street."

Sherlock: "..."

Inspector Lestrade really shouldn't be too gloating, he pulled a chair close to him with Sherlock's eyes that can make people collapse, drive people crazy, and make people want to find a crack in the ground, and teased Said: "Did your genius brain deduce the case of whether Irene likes you too? It must be. What is the answer? Do you think she likes you too?" Mr. Inspector felt really elated, he As people who have been there, of course it can be seen that the two of them like each other, but as far as Sherlock's emotional intelligence is concerned, maybe he really doesn't understand it.

Sherlock was at a loss for words for a moment, so he would not admit that Lestrade had hit the mark.He pursed his lips, glanced lightly at the inspector who couldn't hide his excitement, and said in a disgusted tone: "I don't think a person who doesn't even find out that his wife is cheating can have a high EQ. You can consider your landlord, her husband often travels abroad on business, and the country he went to recently is Thailand, which can be seen from the Buddha statue she brought to you."

Lestrade: "...I will really tell Irene."

Sherlock: "..."

In the next second, he stood up, and before Inspector Lestrade could react, his own wrists were handcuffed, the handcuffs he used to hold Sherlock earlier.

"You won't have a chance," Sherlock, who freed his handcuffs without a key, looked down at the bewildered inspector, still holding Lestrade's mobile phone in his hand, pretending to flip through the address book , "Oh, let me see the landlady's phone number—"

Lestrade, who was afraid that this guy would do bad things like use his mobile phone to send sex messages to the married landlady, immediately surrendered, "I won't tell her, okay! Put my phone down, Sherlock!"

At this moment, Sherlock's mobile phone received a new text message. He didn't know how the right to privacy was written, glanced at it, frowned, and opened the new text message.

Lestrade's heart was in his throat, "Sherlock, let me tell you, don't mess around."

"Why does Irene have your phone number?" Sherlock asked with his lips curled up.

"What? How do I know? I don't have her number." Lestrade and Irene have never met each other, nor have they spoken a few words, let alone asked for her phone number. "Maybe Mrs. Hudson told her, but why did she text me?"

It’s okay if the inspector didn’t say anything, but when he said Sherlock’s face stinks, he deleted the text messages Irene sent to Lestrade without saying anything, and threw the inspector’s mobile phone to him casually. Can the detective who is handcuffed hold one of them?Then he took out his own mobile phone from his coat pocket, waited for half a minute and didn't see Erin texting or calling him, his mouth was flattened, his face was completely black, and he almost didn't get the tattoo on his face. I'm not happy' was written.

Lestrade was so hung up that he picked up the phone, and didn't let his phone cause non-combat damage, so he didn't notice Sherlock's ugly face, and said casually: "What did Irene say? I want to give you this scourge Picked up?"

Sherlock was still staring at the phone.

After Lestrade searched all over the body but couldn't find the handcuff key, he yelled at Sherlock, "Did you steal the handcuff key too?", Sherlock suddenly said, "There's something wrong."

"What?" Lestrade gasped and sat back in the chair, which he had to do because he really, really wanted to just swing the chair at Sherlock.Then I looked up and saw a bird with bright yellow wings in his office, "What's the matter? Why did a bird fly in? Sherlock, what did you say was wrong? What did you think?" The case—why are you going?"

The good detective didn't wait for Sherlock's answer and the key to the handcuffs. He tugged the handcuffs like Sherlock did, and of course he didn't take his wrists out of the handcuffs. He covered his forehead and moaned in pain: "I Damn it's so stupid." I didn't notice that the little bird that somehow flew into the office area also left when Sherlock turned to leave.

On the bright side, Scotland Yard is elated with Sherlock's evil star finally gone.

Sherlock left Scotland Yard, pursed his lips when he saw the figure waiting not far away, and walked over in stride, his slim long coat fluttering behind him with dramatic effects.When he was a step away from Irene, Sherlock stopped, and the words he said were not as imposing as his walking posture, "Why didn't you send me a text message?"