It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

After Sherlock watched his girlfriend go shopping for food away, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, went online, and entered the keyword "dating style". He knew that goldfish's dating style was stupid and boring, but this did not hinder He understands how stupid and boring it really is, doesn't he?

Until he heard a series of gunshots.

When she heard the first sound, Sherlock judged the direction, which was the square where Irene said to go shopping.When this equation appeared in his mind, Sherlock's physical reaction almost caught up with his brain's thinking. He held his mobile phone and ran to the square without hesitation.

After four shots were fired, the gunfire stopped.

But the tourists in the square were terrified, they were running around, and Sherlock, who was running towards the center of chaos, became a different kind, but now they really didn't have the heart to pay attention to a different kind, and the one who fell on the ground The corpse is reminding them to run for their lives!

Screaming, groaning, running away, the sound of blood flowing from the body, and the sound of the wind, intertwined together, formed this symphony of terror and fear.

Sherlock stood in the center of the chaos, his restless brain still involuntarily processing all the information received by his senses, until he picked up a mobile phone from the ground.Sherlock unlocked the screen unconsciously. On the screen, a couple sat side by side on the sofa and looked at the camera with silly expressions.

[Mrs. Hudson wanted to take a group photo of her two tenants on a whim, but she still had an excuse not to say it, one of the tenants lying on the sofa with a dead body, the only consulting detective in the world lazily He opened his eyes eagerly: "Did you make a bet with Mrs. Turner next door?"

Mrs. Hudson, who was poked, resolutely pretended to be stupid: "I don't understand what you are talking about." Seeing that there was no way out, the landlady decisively transferred the breakthrough to another tenant who was sitting behind the desk and looking up information, "Ai Lin, tell me about him. I just think that since the two of you have become boyfriend and girlfriend, you should have a group photo, which can be placed in the bedroom. Look, there is not even a single photo here. Who doesn’t have a few photo frames? , even in my room, there are still photos of my husband."

"Oh, I remembered, your husband who was sentenced to death for two murders, you should." Sherlock pouted.

"Okay." Eileen agreed with a smile.

"No." Sherlock glared at his girlfriend who was not on the same front as him, and sternly refused.Irene got up from behind the desk and walked towards Sherlock who refused to cooperate on the couch. The landlady just watched Irene touch Sherlock's shoulder, her male tenant whom she loved and hated With a twist, he moved his shoulders away.His girlfriend tugged at his sleeves again, the young boy was still puzzled and childishly tore his sleeves open, and even let out a heavy snort.

Mrs. Hudson suddenly felt that she didn't want to shoot.

Well, in the end Erin pulled her boyfriend off the couch, or rather the consulting detective half pushed and half sat up.

When the landlady took the picture, she pretended that she was old and dim-sighted, so she didn't notice the young couple holding hands behind their backs.As someone who has experienced it, even if she doesn't have Sherlock's magical deduction method, she can see it, okay?

In the last photo, Irene was smiling brightly, and with the other hand she made a victory gesture - Sherlock complained strongly and was glared at by his girlfriend, as for himself, when he usually performed Sherlock's acting skills , the expression is so rich that his girlfriend is amazed, but when he enters the mirror, he is so stiff that he almost interprets the sincere smile as a fake smile.

And in the end, Mrs. Hudson couldn't show it to Mrs. Turner next door who didn't believe that Sherlock was really in love. ]

Sherlock stared at the screen until it automatically went dark, and he squirmed his lips before uttering one word: "Liar."

Because of vicious serial shooting incidents and possible terrorist attacks, two deaths and two injuries have been caused by snipers, and there was also a stampede incident during the chaotic escape. Fortunately, it was only a minor injury, but Now is the information age, information spreads quickly, and panic has begun to spread.Scotland Yard didn't dare to delay. Detective Inspector Lestrade quickly arrived at the scene of the crime. The police officers who arrived earlier were already evacuating the crowd, and the cordon was quickly pulled up.

When Lestrade saw that familiar figure, he couldn't help but knuckle his thumping temple, "For God's sake!" She suddenly realized that something was wrong, if it was normal, Sherlock would have jumped up and down excitedly at the scene of the crime, but this time he just stayed obediently and honestly?

Lestrade walked over with a frown, and before he opened his mouth, Sherlock said without looking at him, "You can take your people to put the sniper back in the Scotland Yard coroner's room."

No, Lestrade originally thought it was a long speech, but he quickly realized the meaning of Sherlock's words: "You killed the sniper...", but he quickly denied this Thought, "You mean the sniper is dead? How? Where's his body? Sherlock, what are you doing? Sherlock!"

If Lestrade could stop Sherlock, he wouldn't be so often jumped up by Sherlock.

"There's something wrong with the freak!" Anderson leaned over and said eloquently.

Lestrade rubbed the space between his brows, and asked the people below to analyze the sniping point, then glanced at Anderson: "You see it too?"

"He actually ignored my taunt, and have you seen his girlfriend? Both of them have made it their mission to blind innocent passers-by with titanium alloy eyes!" Before Anderson finished speaking, Lestrade De ignored him and turned around to ask for details.

Anderson, who was ruthlessly left behind, finished his sentence firmly: "... Could it be that we broke up?"

The truth is much more serious than breaking up——

"My Linlin, you are back. Papa has lost five catties during your absence!"

"Shutup!" Irene buried her head in her hands in pain. She never thought that she would come back unexpectedly, and she told Sherlock that she would be back soon.

Ai Ye's eyes widened, he felt that he was hurt: "You actually told Papa to shut up, don't think that Papa doesn't understand English."

Without raising her head, Irene said in a muffled voice, "Three catties."

Ai Ye didn't react: "Huh?"

Erin said the whole thing: "You have gained three catties."

Ai Ye: "...No."

Irene's hand finally stopped shaking. The moment before she came back, the sniper was aiming at her. The bullet was only a few meters away from her. She tried her best to let the bullet return the same way, and the next moment the space distorted, she It appeared in the well that Sadako brought to her yard.She couldn't imagine what Sherlock would do after finding out that she had just left, and raised her head from the palm of her hand: "When can I go back?"

Without thinking about it, Ai Ye said: "You can't go back, Linlin!" He really didn't want to have a foreigner son-in-law!No, put an end to any son-in-law!Horse face or something, meet his teddy bear medic!

Irene raised her head and stared at Ai Ye, Ai Ye always acted like a second-hand and unreliable father in front of Irene, and this year Irene was 24 years old, but the man standing in front of Irene looked like a bad guy Young people up to 30 years old, and he still has a good appearance, long eyebrows, a pair of red phoenix eyes shining brightly, and he is wearing a flowing orchid gown with soft white silk with wide sleeves and rolled back patterns. Like an ancient rich man, not a modern middle-aged man with a daughter as old as Irene.

Irene has a pair of eyes that are very similar to Ai Ye's. They are bright, sensitive and energetic, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, not to mention that her pupils are pitch black. Her eyes are black and white, and they always give people a sense of oppression unconsciously. .

Ai Ye was uncomfortable being watched by the precious girl, but he held on strong, and the next moment he was frightened by the water vapor that quickly gathered in the eyes of the precious girl. You must know that he has always cried for his precious girl. .

"Before I came back, a very serious accident happened. Didn't you teach me to be a responsible and good boy? You said you missed me, and you lost weight when you said you missed me, but you ——" Irene's voice choked up as she spoke, and the water vapor lingering in her eyes pooled into tears and rolled down from her eye sockets.

Don't mention how distressed Ai Ye is, he explained everything when he felt distressed: "You can go back, but I can't say when you can go back. It depends on the specific situation. You know the specific situation and analyze it in detail. Of course Papa really misses you, Papa really lost five catties a week ago, this week isn't it—Linlin, where are your tears?"

Irene blinked: "Father, I miss you too."

Ai Ye immediately forgot about the fact that the baby girl said that if there were no tears, there would be nothing. On Lin's shoulder, a series of questions were thrown out: "Tell Papa, you and Xia Malian, you two have nothing! You didn't tell him that you like him! You two are not in a relationship! You two are not kissing , and even more, no sex! No, no, Linlin, tell me loudly that Xia Malian is really, really, really gay!!"

Erin: "...what does Jim Moriarty do?"

"Oh, you said him," Ai Ye was suddenly distracted, "he is also gay!"

Even if Irene had the sadness of being separated from Sherlock in her heart, she couldn't be disturbed by her father who didn't play cards according to common sense. She sighed slightly: "I mean his profession."

"Consult the criminal, that's why he feels that he and Xia Malian's consulting detective are a natural match!" Ai Ye's attention was drawn back again, and he said to Irene heartbroken, "Both of them are gay!"

"Consult criminals?" Irene murmured and repeated Ai Ye's words. She recalled that she and Sherlock pursued the unsuccessful museum cultural relics theft before she came back. A more senior gentleman who existed in the Te Hawke case.When they were investigating, they were limited by positive thinking, thinking that no matter what the case was, the one who benefited the most would be the criminal suspect, but they didn't expect that there would be a kind of person in this world: he didn't think like money He doesn't make sense, he can't be bribed, intimidated, or negotiated, maybe he does it just for fun, maybe it's just to kill boredom, or he wants to see the world burn, or a certain people... "Sherlock!"