It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Faced with Sherlock's puzzled expression, Irene realized in an instant that she was in an improper attitude. Because of what Edward Harris said, she didn't know anything about Xia Locke who had done nothing logically wrong. Locke is headstrong, and this behavior is like making trouble with him.

Both emotionally and behaviorally, Irene felt strange.She lowered her head to avoid Sherlock's sight, tried her best to restrain the tumbling emotions, and said in a flat tone: "I'm sorry."

Sherlock was not satisfied with her attitude at all. He put his hand in his coat pocket, stared at her profile and asked, "What happened? Fatty is looking for you?"

Irene thought of the text message McCaw sent her, and the tumbling emotions that had just been suppressed a little bit began to bubble again, she raised her head to meet Sherlock and answered him without staggering her eyes: "I took the initiative to find McCaw Husband, you know, because of the unnatural incident that happened to Albert Hawke earlier, I felt it necessary to report to him, because I promised him earlier. Anyway, you came to Scotland Yard again because This case? You did everything to get Inspector Lestrade to send Mrs. Hudson to come to me to save your face. And what you were saying to Inspector Lestrade earlier, Did you make any deal?"

Irene's ability to change the subject is not superb, but Sherlock, who also has a small heart in his heart, was really distracted. He recalled the time when the oriole released by Irene came into Lestrade's office. During that time, Lestrade did not mention anything that should not be mentioned, so he was relieved a little.

Thinking of this, Sherlock curled his lips and said, "You have also seen the professionalism of Scotland Yard, how long do you think it will take for them to fully sort out that case? Let's go, I already know roughly how the murderer murdered Abel Te Hawk, making him look like he's having a heart attack."

Irene also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, because the case distracted her attention, she was much more comfortable than before, followed Sherlock's footsteps, and put forward her own ideas: "It is the same as the slightly harsh sound we heard earlier. related?"

"That's right, I've got Lestrade to let me do the post-mortem. You can be thankful that Scotland Yard is busy for a while, and we've got them plenty of cases to keep them busy, including one involving When it comes to the murder of the undercover policeman, they are not so concerned about the case where the murderer and the victim have died together, and no one else will find out what is unnatural in it." When Sherlock said this, he took his The usual mocking tone, of course, would be more perfect if he didn't turn his head to the other side, so that Irene wouldn't notice his unnatural expression.

That's it, the consulting detective added with some glib, "Oh, and even if that wasn't the case, you can't really expect them to find anything. God knows what's in their little heads, they're empty."

And Irene, who has a special understanding of the meaning of Sherlock's words, has been brought to the picturesque coast by the tide of joy. The more she thinks about Sherlock's intentions, the more she can't help smiling, and she feels a little silly when she smiles. , and buried his face in the orange-red scarf.

Sherlock waited for a moment without waiting for Irene's reply, and couldn't help turning his head to glance at her. Even through the scarf, he could see through her expression. He suddenly raised his voice: "What are you smirking at?"

Irene flattened the corners of her mouth that raised unconsciously, raised her head and made a solemn defense: "I didn't."

Sherlock turned his eyes away from her and said, "You'd better not, because it's all your rashness, which made me waste time and energy to clean up the mess for you, so tomorrow your task will be heavy, you'd better be prepared."

"Did I say anything?" Irene said pretending to be puzzled, and asked seriously, "Isn't it natural for a boss to clean up the mess for an assistant?"

Sherlock let out a snort, as ironic and annoyingly cute as ever, well, at least it seemed to Erin.Now her emotions have finally returned to normal, and the oriole that turned into a paper bird was flying around her. When she saw it, she asked Sherlock: "So, the "Pieta" still needs to go through the procedures before it can be returned." Astor Museum?"

"Procedure, boring procedure." Sherlock is not someone who cares about this so-called procedure. He thought about it and said disapprovingly, "Anyway, she's been waiting for a year, and it's not too late."

Irene blinked, and realized that the "she" in Sherlock's words referred to Yun Niang, and then thought of what she saw in Albert Hawke's study, the painting spirit of "Pieta", " Uh," he said, and said with a delicate expression: "The soul of the painting of "Pieta" is indeed the same as the main body of Impressionism."

"Impressionism? I have no idea. Oh, I see, you're calling him ugly." Sherlock didn't dabble in art, or had dabbled in it, but it was deleted by his useless information, but this did not prevent He can tell the difference between a real oil painting and a lithographic print, which is not art without light, so there is something wrong with the painting outside the painting that he saw at a glance before, and he found out that Albert Ho Grace is substantial evidence of the 'knight', and also saw the original appearance of Van Gogh's "Pieta", fortunately, it has not been deleted yet.

Erin didn't admit it: "No, I'm saying he's impressionist."

Sherlock squinted at her: "When did you know Impressionism well?"

Irene thought for a while and replied: "Just now." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing, and Sherlock turned his head and laughed.The two of them pressed the road without saying a word, and when they got to the main driveway, Sherlock asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Irene added casually, "um, by the way, I would also like to express my sincere thanks to the enthusiastic people who made breakfast today."

"Are you sleepy?"

"Maybe." Erin now thinks that she would have texted McCoff at the time, and it seems really not so wise.After all, if you think about her father's mournful behavior when he knew she liked Sherlock, and if he equated Ai Ye with McCoff, you can understand McCoff's mood when he knew about it.

Think again of the text Mycroft sent her back, 'My brother has the mind of a scientist or a philosopher and he chooses to be a detective, who can deduce his mind?You've known him for almost ten days, don't you think? ——mh', Erin's understanding at the time was that Mycroft thought Sherlock was unique, no one would follow in his footsteps, and her attention was still on the time he mentioned, she and Sherlock knew each other The time is really not long.

Maybe her feelings for him really have the fledgling effect and suspension bridge effect that Ai Ye said, after all, she came to another completely strange land, even another parallel universe, and the only friend she made here It was Sherlock.

So it bothers her, but now she doesn't, she loves being with Sherlock and wants to be with him forever.

"Go to that restaurant on Northumber Street. There's a video store on that street." Sherlock casually said to Irene while reaching out for a taxi.

Irene was pulled back from her thoughts by his voice, and took a while to answer: "You mean the restaurant we went to when we met on the first day? The owner of the restaurant is called Angelo, I remember correctly, right?"

"Maybe." Sherlock replied the words in a bored tone. After getting into the taxi, he took out his mobile phone and dazzled Irene by typing on the keyboard. Ravaged his phone keypad.Well, did something happen just now?

Comrade Xiaoai still couldn't figure out how the only consulting detective in the world became angry, but soon she was "enlightened"——

The enthusiastic restaurant owner, Angelo, still remembers Irene, too. After all, it was the girl Sherlock, the older virgin, coaxed back to live with her on the first date. It's no wonder that Angelo was not impressed.He smiled and asked: "Are you two dating? Do you plan to go to the cinema to watch a movie later? If so, I can recommend some movies to you." He mainly said this to Sherlock Yes, even if you didn't intend to listen to him now, you must have such a plan, right Sherlock!

Sherlock forced a crumpled smirk.

Irene was awakened by Angelo's words, she suddenly thought of the reason why Sherlock mentioned the video store, glanced at Sherlock and said, "Well, we are going to watch a movie."

Sherlock walked up the empty seat, and snorted and said, "Did we talk?"

Irene let out a "huh": "It seems that there is really no one, so you are not interested in watching it with me?"

Sherlock made an excuse for himself confidently: "You have to know, you will be using my computer."

Irene followed his footsteps, laughed and bickered with him: "I can move my computer down from the third floor."

Sherlock seized the loophole in her words and "attacked" her: "Look at the second floor, according to the rental agreement, I have half the right to use the living room."

"Half? But why do I think it's more than half?" The living room on the second floor is basically taken over by his stuff, okay?Maybe not just the living room, but also the kitchen.

"It's good that you know that." Sherlock stood still beside the seat he had chosen, casually took off the long black coat he always wore, took off the blue scarf and sat down.

Irene nodded solemnly: "There seems to be no logical error in what you said." Stared at by Sherlock, she laughed, took off her gray woolen coat, took off the orange-red scarf she was wearing, and sat She took the location Sherlock pointed her to.From their position, they can have a panoramic view of the entire restaurant, but others can easily ignore their table.

Only Angelo, who got a wrinkled smirk and an answer at the beginning, was ignored: "..." I feel that he doesn't need to worry about it anymore, just flirting like no one else, the progress is really gratifying. Locke, a guy with a negative EQ.

Angelo was very happy for Sherlock, and decided to bring them a candle to add a romantic atmosphere. This time, he won't be disgusted.When he went to hold the candles, Angelo was still wondering if Sherlock, who was in love, would lose his IQ like ordinary people.He himself substituted the romantic movie he watched recently in his mind. In the movie, after the heroine broke up with the heroine for the first time, he was so sad that he shed tears. The hero in it was substituted into the face of Sherlock, and the boss instantly I shuddered.

Angelo sent the candle over in fear, and when he got close, he heard Sherlock's iconic subwoofer, speaking fast enough to make people faint: "There are no calluses on the palms, and the skin is white and not rough. He is not a manual laborer. The clothes are neat, but they are not famous brands. The color under the collar is obviously darker, indicating that his clothes have been worn for at least two years. He is not willing to change new clothes, but he will choose to come here It is obviously not a restaurant that he can afford. For what? It is obviously for the so-called decency. Looking at his guests again, oh, this is interesting, his wife finally can't stand his high self-esteem and mediocrity and wants to leave He died, and he couldn't accept the fact that he was the one who was abandoned, what a sad man."

Angelo subconsciously glanced at the guests at the table that Sherlock mentioned. The guest of the middle-aged man who was played by Sherlock was another very ordinary man. Why did it involve his wife.Angelo looked back puzzled to hear Sherlock continue, but found that he raised his chin towards his girlfriend, was this signaling her to guess what was going on?

Then, Angelo heard the beautiful Asian lady say in a Sherlock-style gesture: "His clothes are not brand-name or new, but they are clean and ironed." It is very smooth, which is obviously only a lady can do. Of course, it may be his mother or sister, but judging by his age and his inaction and self-esteem, the relationship between him and his family is doomed It will not be very harmonious, so it is more likely to be his wife. With his character, only a woman who loves him wholeheartedly and has given birth to a child for him can bear him to this extent, but now with the child As he grows up, his wife has to think about the children, so she plans to leave him, which can be seen from the bruises and redness on his ring finger. He must have been very angry at the time, so he wanted to take off the wedding ring , and regardless of the ring getting stuck on the knuckles, he just pulled the ring off."

Angelo: "..." He doesn't care about Sherlock's EQ anymore, he starts to care about his own IQ twice as much, and the boss who couldn't stand this kind of 11>2 double blow hastily put down the candle, "You guys just chat casually first Just don't scare his guests away. Angelo didn't say the last sentence firmly. He was afraid of being stunned by these two people, so he decided to let the waiter greet them later.

Angelo turned around and left. When he passed the table of the unlucky guest who was being played, he subconsciously noticed his left ring finger, and it was really swollen like a carrot. What a ghost!