It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

"Oh, Jasmine." Sherlock glanced up and greeted casually, then lowered his head.

Jasmine Cooper pursed her lower lip, and smiled awkwardly at Irene: "Jasmine, Jasmine Cooper, you can just call me Jasmine. Well, are you here with Sherlock? It's nothing, the main thing is I was a little surprised, Sherlock used to be alone." She stopped talking under Irene's gaze, and smiled shyly, "Uh, hello."

"What new information did you get when you went out this morning?" Sherlock snapped a knife from his shoulder and drew a Y shape on the corpse. He also asked Irene who was about to answer Jasmine's question. Irene smiled at Jasmine. She smiled and said "You can call me Irene", then lowered her head to look at the slashed corpse, and answered Sherlock's question by the way: "The new information I got was after they were killed, are you sure you want to know?"

Sherlock pursed his lips: "There is a lack of excitement in the first place, and now you don't need to make things worse. Have you seen it?"

Irene took a closer look: "Well, there are still air bubbles in the capillaries, and there is also a problem with the blood clotting state. Obviously, this does not conform to the symptoms of a natural heart attack."

"To be precise, he was electrocuted. I have to say that the murderer this time is very smart, smarter than the average person." Sherlock said excitedly, "Give me the rib opener now."

Jasmine looked at the two people who cooperated with each other tacitly, and the atmosphere between the two of them that didn't allow others to intervene at all. She wanted to comfort herself by saying that the two of them were just ordinary friends, and both of them felt very far-fetched.Jasmine, who had never said her love, quietly left the morgue full of disappointment.

Before she opened the door to leave, Irene looked up at her and down at the unaware Sherlock, who was outstretched waiting for Irene to hand him the rib opener, even though it was in the within his reach.He waited for a while before the weight of his palm changed, and he emphasized it again: "Rib opener, or give me a saw."

Irene put the rib opener in his hand, and at this moment Jasmine just passed by the window of the mortuary, she seemed to be looking inside involuntarily, even Irene didn't notice when she looked over, and didn't wait Sherlock looked up, and Jasmine hurriedly left as if she had come to her senses.

Now, Irene was completely sure that the forensic lady also liked Sherlock.

After they took Albert Hawke's heart, together with the pacemaker implanted in his body, they took upstairs to continue research, or rather to verify the idea in their minds - the murderer used the implanted pacemaker in Albert Hawke's body. The pacemaker in Albert Hawke's body killed him, and tried to create the illusion that Albert Hawke had a natural heart attack.Without the two of them intervening, the murderer fake Philip Hawke would have succeeded, after all Albert Hawke has a history of heart disease, it makes perfect sense to say that he had a heart attack, and who would have thought of the pacing that was originally used to save lives Will the pacemaker become a murder weapon——finally, they did verify that as long as they get the certification number of the pacemaker, they can hack into it, and then do whatever they want to the heart, such as injecting it with a fatal electric current attack.

"Remember that gentleman who was very involved in the drama mentioned that it was the Hawker's family doctor who drew his blood for the paternity test? I think since Albert Hawke will involve the family doctor , it means that you trust him a lot, do you think he will be trusted enough to know the certification number of the employer's pacemaker?" Sherlock reasoned quickly, while taking off the rubber gloves on his hands, before Irene Immediately answering the call, without rushing to take off the gloves, she looked up at her, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "You have been hesitant to talk since before, is there any problem that I should know?"

"Do you know that I like you too?" Irene finally uttered the words that had been lingering on her lips. Her hand on the experimental table clenched the corner of the table with the ups and downs of her mood, but Her eyes stared right at Sherlock.

"Uh, oh, so you also know that I like you. Oh, yes, I like you, and you like me too, which is very good, very good." The incomparable speech speed of the original reasoning has already abandoned Xia. Locke, too, is extremely quick thinking, he spoke incoherently.His Adam's apple slid, and he put back the rubber gloves that were about to be taken off, and took them off again.

Irene, who was also overwhelmed by his confession, was not much better. The blush began to spread from her face to her ears, and her brain tended to stop functioning, so that she didn't realize Sherlock's answer, and her The confession didn't hook up at all, until there was a loud "snap", like a switch was pressed to bring them back to their senses.

It is reason gradually returning to the cage——

Sherlock licked his plump lips, his eyes wandered but did not fall on Irene's face, "Did you break off the corner of the laboratory table?"

Irene looked at the corner of the table in her hand, and stupidly pressed the corner of the table against the table. After pressing it twice, she finally realized how stupid what she had just done, and she moaned annoyedly, "So , what should we do now? Change to a new experimental table?"

"No one will care, this is not what we should care about now, then, we are fine now, really," Sherlock thought of the new couple who kissed passionately together after a successful confession in the restaurant yesterday. Jin couple, he stopped looking left and right, but set his eyes on Irene's face. Her face shape is perfect, and the golden cut point is also reflected in her. This is undoubtedly in line with the public's aesthetic point. Her lips are not like His lips were always dry because of lack of water, hers were light pink and looked dewy.Sherlock couldn't help licking his lips again, "So, next we—"

Irene, who stuffed the corner of the table she broke off onto the experimental table, continued with bright eyes: "Is it a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

The second half of Sherlock's sentence also came out: "Want to kiss?"

Irene repeated in a daze: "Kiss?"

Sherlock also felt that he had done something stupid, and he shouldn't be referring to the pattern that stupid goldfish would have at this time, and yesterday's one might not be representative at all: "Oh, boyfriend and girlfriend, oh, of course. Don't Take what I said, really."

Erin was a little confused and said, "Well, we actually kissed."

This time it was Sherlock's turn to be stunned: "When? Did I kiss you last night besides saying I like you?"

Another unsuitable incident happened, and Irene, who was blushing like an apple, finally started to cool down. She frowned and said doubtfully, "You didn't say that."

So did Sherlock, he caught the point: "Then why did you use 'also' when you said you liked me earlier?"

The two of them looked at each other, very good, I don’t know what went wrong, let them be in a misunderstanding, but this is a beautiful misunderstanding, Irene hesitated and said: "I--" Her unfinished words were stepped Coming over, the imposing Sherlock swallowed back the movement of holding her face, and then felt the extra soft touch on his lips, and at the same time, it seemed that a small electric current spread from the joint, she couldn't help I couldn't help sticking out the tip of my tongue to lick it, which made the kiss that was just the contact of the lips become more intense.

Irene was originally leaning on the experimental table, but now she raised her upper body to meet Sherlock, her hands grabbed his shoulders at some point, and the breath of each other mixed with the heat from the close contact, Swimming through the whole body like a rushing electric current.Their tongues are intertwined, and their teeth sometimes collide because of their greenness, but no one cares. This uncontrollable kiss gradually calms down when they are panting for each other.

Irene was now completely leaning on Sherlock, and had to hug his neck tightly to prevent her legs from falling down. The lips that had become more rosy were slightly parted, and her face was flushed with hypoxia and excitement.

Sherlock wasn't much better either, he was a little dazed, and he muttered unconsciously, "...God, I feel a lot of dopamine being released from my thalamus."

Irene heard this sentence clearly, she couldn't help but buried her face on Sherlock's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "This is completely different from the kiss I know, I said we kissed last night, compared to this It really looked like normal lip contact."

But Sherlock suddenly realized a loud "Oh", he pushed Irene away, and pressed his hand on her shoulder, his beautiful pupils were full of the flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes of the other party, he paused , but still said what he had figured out: "I just said that it is impossible for me to lose any memory, even when I am half asleep and half awake, oh, I haven't tried getting drunk, but I think that even if alcohol paralyzes the central nervous system, people's subconscious will still record everything that happened. In short, what I want to say is that if the cause of my brain malfunction is ruled out, then it is an external factor, and others should I won't do it, but you, what did you do to my memory in order to cover up our accidental, of course, accidental kissing, am I right—"

Irene leaned closer and kissed him lightly on his lips, then she tilted her head and her lips naturally rubbed against his cheek, and then retreated to the original distance, "Well, it was almost like this at the time."

"Oh, oh, it's really different," Sherlock said dryly.

Erin looked down at Sherlock's shirt buttons, and called him, "Sherlock?"

"Ok?"

Irene hesitated before saying hesitantly: "Do you think our conversation is good?"

Sherlock thought of the brainless conversation that made him roll his eyes after the passionate kiss between the newly promoted couple in the restaurant. He still wondered why he didn't delete it, but now there is still time to delete it, and then he said firmly to Irene : "It's good, don't you think it's bad? While I'm still in a state of euphoria, solve the murdered Philip Hawke case!"