It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Under the gaze of his girlfriend's bright eyes, Sherlock squirmed his lips twice, and finally ignored her altogether, spit out a long series of Sherlockian answers: "It's something like sending a plant's reproductive organs to express your mood. In my opinion, it just conveys some irrationality, hypocrisy, and impulse in this sick, morally immoral world. What we honor today is the moth that will end this society, and it will definitely end the entire society in the future.”

Irene: "...Similarly, how do you think I should respond to this?" She had asked him this way when Sherlock said that Comrade Xiao Ai was a special goldfish.

Sherlock also gave an answer, but this time instead of 'kiss me', it was, "Hit me?"

Irene couldn't help laughing: "God, how can you be so cute, Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't expect his girlfriend to react like this, he looked over in astonishment, and then realized that his girlfriend was telling the truth, because she couldn't help but came over and bowed her head to kiss him.Well, this time Sherlock didn't say that kissing is a moth of society, because he didn't even avoid it, and raised his head very cooperatively.

However, after finishing this difficult kiss, he said, "Your logic...is very special."

Erin, whose face was still a little red, muttered: "Are you okay?"

"Think for yourself!" The consulting detective, who thought he had said a word of love, didn't get the effect he wanted, and became a little annoyed, and refused to say anything else. He rolled himself up and threw him on the couch, continuing to immerse himself in the The case of the 'happy surprise' is up.And, after hearing Irene's laughter, she angrily turned herself [-] degrees to face inward.

Not only that, his 'ruthless' girlfriend didn't come to curry favor with him and praise him, and after she finished laughing, she dropped the sentence "I'm going upstairs", and really went upstairs.

Sherlock: "...boring."

In fact, less than 3 minutes after Erin went upstairs, she came downstairs again, taking her laptop with her.She put the laptop on the desk, and linked the mobile phone that was also modified with non-scientific skills to the laptop, so that she sent out to keep up with the paper bird of Mr. Rose - did she pay attention this time? Instead of using a paper bird in the shape of a squirrel, I chose the bird that appears most frequently in London at this time of year—the video data sent back can be synchronized on the computer.

It now appears that Mr. Rose has returned to his apartment and is 'feedback' on the computer with his employer:

Mr. Rose was typing in a particularly frantic manner: "The information you gave is incomplete! Why didn't you tell me that the target person you asked me to seduce is a freak!"

The conversation quickly replied: "m_: But don't you claim that no matter what type of target you are, you can make them fascinated by you? But your performance today makes me a little disappointed~"

Mr. Rose's face was extremely ugly: "But why did she see me through at a glance? Did you tell her? You came here to play tricks on me on purpose? I have seduced women in your circle before, so you ganged up to punish me?"

The hiring party is also very fast, and all the letters typed are in capitals: "m_: Your imagination is really interesting, I like it, but my answer is no."

Mr. Rose obviously didn't believe it, but he couldn't get angry at his employer: "Really?"

"m_: Look at your account balance, you will know my sincerity, sexy handsome guy (sexy)~" Almost after he finished typing, a new text message came to Mr. Rose's mobile phone. The text message reminded Mr. Rose's bank that there was a After seeing the sincerity of the employer, Mr. Rose was immediately happy: "Okay, but I don't think you need to hire me to seduce her. How could your boyfriend like that kind of crazy woman!"

"m_: I don't like your imagination anymore. Also, don't you know that 'high IQ is the new sexy' is popular now? You little idiot." The mood of this employer really changes quickly.

Mr. Rose was dumbfounded: "what the hell!"

"m_: Goodbye, little idiot~" After the other party finished replying, there was no new message. Mr. Rose wanted to express something angrily, but he couldn't find the message board. This is really a sad story.

When Irene was thinking, Sherlock's deep voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "What do you think?"

Erin blurted out: "I can now be sure that the employer is not McCauf."

Sherlock retorted his girlfriend: "Why not? Mycroft always likes drama, and don't doubt it anymore, he is such a boring fat man."

Irene came back to her senses, she raised her head and looked at Sherlock who had quietly appeared behind her when she started watching the image from the paper bird, and asked, "Are you seriously discussing with me?" Is it? Instead of—”

Sherlock's face immediately turned ugly: "And what?"

"Habitually speaking ill of your brother?" Comrade Xiao Ai changed his words silently under the glare of her boyfriend, "It's a slightly personal truth, don't worry, I won't side with McCaughey Yes, we are now 'class enemies'."

"Humph!"

Irene pulled a chair for her unhappy boyfriend, and he sat down reluctantly. Irene asked him, "What about you? How do you feel about Mr. M?"

"Mr. M? Obviously, it's him." Sherlock habitually put his palms together on his chin. Before he started his long speech, he glanced at Irene who was not angry because of the description of Mr. Rose in the video. After a pause, he said: "Let's not talk about this Mr. M, let's talk about that Mr. Dennis White first. Obviously this is the name he used to open an account at the bank. I noticed it when he read the bank notification text message. I think it's just him In terms of lowering the IQ of the average goldfish, this is his real name."

"Isn't it because when he saw the notification message—"

Sherlock cut off Comrade Xiao Ai's words, and gave her a casual look: "You'd better not talk now!"

Irene didn't understand at first how she provoked her boyfriend, but soon she figured out that Sherlock was helping her out?Because that Mr. White called her a freak in the message?The corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

Sherlock refuses to be told: "shutit!"

"What about kissing you?"

"No." Sherlock ruthlessly refused, but now he stopped glaring at his girlfriend, and said dryly: "Now I'm not in the mood to say that this inferior goldfish who can see through it at a glance is all your fault. Now , Come back and talk about that funny Mr. M, you are still giggling, don’t you realize that you are being watched? Where did you meet that inferior goldfish? "

——Actually, he can’t be regarded as an inferior goldfish, let’s not talk about IQ, but in terms of EQ, it definitely raises the level of ordinary people.

Irene thought about the time difference carefully, and immediately became serious, and told Sherlock the detailed location at that time.Sherlock, who is familiar with every street in London, road conditions, traffic lights, and buildings on the street, immediately recalled it in his mind, "Two of the four public monitors can adjust the angle to clearly capture you, except In addition, there are multiple monitoring points, a very weak clue. But he updated your information, and we also know of his existence, thank you for your unnatural method."

Before Irene could speak, Sherlock waved his hand: "Oh, that's a good sentence." After he finished speaking, he continued to put his hands on his chin, and his brain, which had never stopped working, was also running at a high speed and effectively at this time , "A very smart and extraordinary ability-this can be seen from the fact that he can obtain your information, can also investigate the real information of that inferior goldfish, and arrange people to monitor-a tempter, Why did he test you, and what is he going to do?"

"He obviously knows you too, Sherlock." Irene shifted her gaze to the computer screen, but she didn't call her paper bird back. "Just literally, he's your admirer? Or did he give Why do you feel like Mr. White? Then, I became a rival in love by his definition, so he hired a professional to come, in the words of their conversation, to seduce me and destroy my relationship with you?"

"This possibility," Sherlock curled his lips, "is indeed quite literal."

"I think the phrase 'high IQ is the new sexy' should not refer to me, because my current logical thinking ability was taught by you, so it is more likely to refer to you, Sherlock." Irene seriously Pointing this out, she looked straight at Sherlock and nodded to echo, or strengthen the sentence, "When you use your brain to think, your eyes are full of starlight, and your whole body seems to be shining, It's beautiful."

Sherlock: "...how do I go on with what you said?"

Erin's eyes drifted, and she returned to the computer screen again, and answered Sherlock's question by the way: "Thank you?"

After a long silence, Sherlock said slowly, "You know that everyone thinks with their brains, right?"

Comrade Xiao Ai was furious: "Sherlock! If you say that, then you should be glad that I didn't say that you were thinking hard!" She turned around and pressed a key on the keyboard, and said nonchalantly: "I found out that White The work place of your husband is gone, maybe we can talk to him again and see if we can get more information about this admirer of yours?"

"He's not my admirer," Sherlock denied his girlfriend's definition of Mr. M, and casually glanced at the page on the screen——the main page of the website of the PR club Mr. White belongs to, the page style is very 'professional' Hua', it’s right that the above is full of masculinity——frowned and drew Comrade Xiao Ai’s attention, “This is a clue that can be followed up, but I don’t think we will get much useful information, given that Mr. M's extreme desire to control. Notice the time? After he typed the remittance message, Mr. White received a text message from the bank almost immediately, I don't think this is just a coincidence. "

"Also, I want to remind you that if you don't want your phone and computer to be polluted by naked desires, I suggest you give your paper bird a rest."

Irene was confused by Sherlock's description, but before she turned to the screen, Sherlock explained to her again: "Mr. White is ready to go to his current benefactor, a wealthy widow, to provide him with professional sexual service."

"Huh? Oh, uh, I understand." After realizing what Sherlock said, Irene temporarily cut off the connection between her mobile phone and computer, "Well, what should we do now?"

"As we said, this is just a trial, so he must have another trick, and we will wait for him to surface again." Sherlock gritted his teeth after finishing speaking, "I hate this kind of puzzles on both sides, Neither side is a case of puzzles!"

Irene always felt that she had missed something, but she couldn't think of it all at once. She frowned and then let go. What did she miss?

They thought that Mr. M would make another move, but a week passed, and nothing unusual happened. The matter seemed to be in a state of anxiety. Of course, the other party might be cautious, but there was no progress anyway.

This is not the only bad thing. Regarding the more senior gentleman they speculated in the Albert Hawke case, there is no progress. All the evidence points to one point: that is, this more senior gentleman does not exist. Ann Dee Sharp used such a technical method to murder Albert Hawke, probably a blind cat met a dead mouse.

Besides, Scotland Yard has been busy with old cases this week—that is, those old cases solved by Sherlock and Irene—even if any new cases happen, they are not the type that Sherlock would be interested in, Reese Trade was so busy that he didn't want to add extra burdens to himself, so he didn't come to him with new cases that Sherlock would not be interested in.

As a result, Sherlock was so bored and annoyed that he almost knocked 221b off.

Irene really saw Sherlock in this state for the first time. He is now like a big manic dog, scratching his sharp claws on the floor, on the wall, in the kitchen, and so on. He made a smiley face with a pistol trick, must I say that he still remembers not trampling the ceiling between the second and third floors?

Mrs. Hudson, who came upstairs to see her, covered her heart, and pushed the matter of quieting Sherlock to Irene, "I don't care if you take him for a walk, or on a date, or Go to the crime scene where there is a dead person, anyway, do me a favor, let him let us go and let my house go." After speaking, the landlady didn't care whether Irene agreed or not, she turned around and walked out, feeling a headache while walking Say, "It's on your rent, Sherlock!"

Irene thought for a while and asked Sherlock who was laying his body on the couch: "I'm going to Chinatown, do you want to go together?"

"boring boring!"

After Irene went upstairs to change her clothes and came downstairs, she put on the dark blue coat hanging on the hook, and asked her boyfriend again: "Aren't you coming?"

Sherlock directly covered his face with the blanket, his refusal was obvious.

"Okay then, I'll post two soundproof notes on the second floor. I hope 221b is still alive when I come back." Irene felt a little sorry that Sherlock didn't go out with her, but she still thought of a compromise. I quietly found a reinforcement talisman, just in case.

Unexpectedly, just as Comrade Xiao Ai went downstairs, Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa, pulled off the blanket, not to mention the pajamas he was wrapped in earlier, and he even changed into his shirt.After counting the sound of Irene's footsteps, he jumped off the couch nimbly, brushed off the suit jacket he had thrown away, put it on, and walked to the window, watching through a crack in the curtain. His girlfriend held out her hand for a taxi.After confirming that the taxi started, he quickly picked up the coat and scarf hanging on the clothes hook, and followed him downstairs, just in time to meet Mrs. Hudson who was going to the store, but the landlady didn't have time to ask anything, her The tenant just opens the door, closes the door, and leaves in one go.

Mrs. Hudson looked upstairs, and now the building was completely quiet, she muttered: "Sure enough, young man, you just listen to your girlfriend, are you on a date?"

Dating, probably, I don't know if you mind more than one person?