It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

"Linlin—"

"I was with Sherlock, we kissed, we didn't have sex."

"Papa wants to ask you if you're hungry? Papa is going to cook something delicious for you. You said you miss Papa's cooking. Papa understands. Papa will go now!" Ai Ye seemed not to hear his precious daughter The words are the same, walking out with a very freehand attitude.

Irene watched helplessly as Ai Ye bumped into the door frame, walked away, bumped again.

"Father!"

"I won't listen, I won't listen!" Ai Ye made up his mind not to listen, because the next moment he called his flying sword, jumped... didn't jump on it, he just grabbed the flying sword and let Feijian take him away .

Irene seemed to still be able to hear the echo of the buzzing, and she was extremely unwilling to admit that she still missed her father's "twittering".

Ai Ye actually flew away, but the more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became, and he turned back resolutely. He originally wanted to hug his precious girl... I made a mistake, and then the previous part was cut off with a click. But when he discovered that Irene was using his multi-screen computer to watch the three episodes of the BBC, Ai Ye's spirits were lifted, and he thought secretly: "Look, let's see the true orientation of Xia Ma's face!"

On the surface, Comrade Ai walked in in a very spirited manner, trying to continue to greet the lost and recovered precious girl, but, "Linlin, did you turn on fast forward? Do you want to turn on three?"

Erin's brain quickly filters, processes and absorbs the information received by the senses, and at the same time can allocate part of her attention to deal with her father, "just eight times faster."

Ai Ye: "...Are you hungry?"

Irene didn't turn her head, but her voice softened: "Father, I want to eat your special dishes."

As soon as Ai Ye heard this, he began to roll up his sleeves: "Papa, I'll make it for you!" When he came back to his senses, he began to put his arms around the pillar "sorrowful autumn hurts spring", and slowly appreciate the basic love that he agreed to?Soon he cheered up, the three episodes are full of love, even if it is eight times fast forward, it is undeniable, right?Xia Ma's face misses Xiao's family Linlin, dreaming is faster—wait a minute, how did he forget [Entering the Dream], his family Linlin still doesn't know how to do it now, hehe, Ai Ye's villain succeeds 'like laughed.Looking from a distance, the beauty smiled brightly, like a hundred flowers blooming.

Irene doesn't know how to [enter the dream], but she really has a special way of communication——

Irene found out her original mobile phone before watching three episodes of the BBC at eight times fast-forward. She also told Sherlock earlier that she had modified her mobile phone to be able to detect the paper bird. Information is reproduced in real time.And the mobile phone she left in the square has undergone a similar modification. Irene tried to use the mobile phone she has now to connect to that one. Before trying, she actually had no idea about the chances of communicating between two parallel universes... Irene didn't have the time to calculate. She originally wanted to make a call, but after a moment of hesitation, she sent a text message, and then stared at the page. When the phone reminded her of 'send successfully', she burst into cheers !

But when Irene tried to call, it was China Unicom, but no one answered. "Sherlock..."

This phone call spanning two parallel universes, on the other end:

Mrs. Hudson saw the horrific news on the news, and was quite frightened, so she climbed up to the second floor: "Sherlock, have you seen the news that may be a terrorist attack? That's not you and Irene Going to a date park? Where's Erin?"

There was silence on the second floor.

Mrs. Hudson leaned on the door frame and looked in, only to notice that Sherlock was hugging his knees and curling himself up on the couch. There was an unknown smell in the air, and the whole living room seemed to have passed through a hurricane. All the same, Mrs. Hudson murmured, "God, Sherlock, what have you done?"

At this moment, the landlady was startled by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone, but another living person in the living room had no intention of answering the phone at all, and the owner who made the call was also very persistent.The landlady couldn't take it anymore, she struggled to find the cell phone that kept ringing on the carpet under the couch, and muttered "lost again".The landlady brought the phone over and saw that it was an unknown number. She frowned and connected the phone. Before she could speak, another tenant's anxious voice came from over there: "Sherlock? Sherlock ?I'm very sorry--"

"Thank God, Irene, where are you? Sherlock—ah! Sherlock, you scared me to death!" Mrs. Hudson just opened her mouth, and Sherlock, who was curled up on the sofa, was silent. Sitting up, he was as pale as a ghost, and Mrs. Hudson was so frightened that the mobile phone she was holding in her hand fell off, and one hand caught it as it fell.

Mrs. Hudson shivered suddenly, clutching her beating heart and tremblingly went downstairs.

"Sherlock..." Irene originally thought that she would have a thousand words to say to Sherlock, but when she really heard Sherlock's breath again, she felt stuck in her throat and couldn't say anything except calling his name.

Sherlock put the phone to his ear, and after a moment of silence, he moved his bloodless lips: "I admit defeat."

It was obviously a sentence that was irrelevant, but Irene understood it. Her heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a hand, which made her short of breath, her nose was sore, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. .

"Love is a dangerous disadvantage."

"I have no heart."

"I didn't do whatever I wanted."

Sherlock spoke word by word, but he didn't seem to be speaking to the person on the other side of the receiver, but more like speaking to himself.

Erin cried out with a "wow", "I'm sorry, Sherlock, I like you, Sherlock."

Sherlock seemed to be awakened suddenly, "Irene?"

"Sherlock, I'm sorry, I just want to cry, I can't help it."

Sherlock really returned to reality this time, and in his thinking palace, Irene would not cry like a fool like she is now.He jumped up from the sofa holding his mobile phone. Because his legs had not moved for a long time, he was a little out of the control of his brain. As soon as his legs softened, he fell off the sofa. Fortunately, there was a thick layer of carpet under the sofa. He grabbed the armrest of the sofa in time, so that he didn't let himself fall.

But that didn't stop him from yelling into the microphone: "Are you a fool?"

"Uh—huh?" Irene was stunned by her boyfriend's yelling, and then her boyfriend yelled at her again: "I said you are a fool! You haven't mastered the skill of 'the body is just a channel for energy transportation', good and bad It's one thing to buy something to eat; it's the second thing to let the body's instincts dominate the brain in an emergency; you used your non-scientific abilities in public and killed that sniper , This is the third! Oh, about the last point, that fat man McCoff is busy, so I count you in half."

"Uh." Irene hiccupped violently. She buried her face in her arms, not caring about the tears on her sleeves. She was silent for a moment and asked, "...is that piece of pork okay?"

Sherlock said confidently, "I forgot."

Erin sniffed: "I hope no one will pick it up and cook it."

Sherlock was puzzled: "Why not? No matter who it is, he can not only enjoy the delicious food, but also enjoy the pleasure of dopamine, a double pleasure." The piece of pork was infused with methamphetamine, but it was not poison.

"That's right." Comrade Xiao Ai laughed, with a strong nasal voice, crying and laughing is perfect here.

Sherlock snorted heavily: "Sentimental!"

Irene was really terrified by Sherlock's previous state, the stone in her heart was just put back in mid-air, and she didn't dare to poke that point lightly, so she didn't refute her boyfriend's words of 'disgusting', and did Baba's change of subject: "I just watched a bloody love film and television drama with you as the main character."

Sherlock: "...what?"

Irene: "...it's a mess."

Sherlock snorted again: "Don't reduce yourself to an ordinary goldfish."

Erin shrank herself back into the chair: "I miss you, Sherlock."

Sherlock opened his mouth, and the words "me too" came out of his mouth like this: "Of course you miss me, look at how long you have been away from me, and your IQ has started to drop!" So, come back to me quickly.

Irene: "...now I don't miss you as much as before."

Sherlock's face drooped suddenly. His face is really not very good-looking now. He was pale like a ghost before answering the phone call. During this period, because of excitement, the capillaries on his face began to dilate. Now he can describe it as a sickly flush. , not normal color on the right.

Sherlock stiffened his neck and didn't speak, but at this moment another voice came from the receiver, a young man's voice, speaking in Chinese: "Linlin, who are you calling? Why are you crying? The tone was still worried, but the next moment the tone suddenly changed, becoming full of anticipation, "Did you finally recognize the true face of Xia Ma's face! Papa told you a long time ago, he is gay in capital letters! "

"I'll call you later." Irene quickly said to her boyfriend, then hung up the phone, leaving Sherlock with a black face at the words that the call was over.

He can understand Chinese!

Sherlock gritted his teeth and pulled his girlfriend's father, his future father-in-law, into his blacklist.Well, he's already on Ai Ye's blacklist, and he's still at the top of the list.

Sherlock's face was still black one moment, and the next moment he found that there were many missed calls on this phone, and there were also double-digit unread text messages, and his face immediately improved a little.

On the other end, Irene said to Ai Ye dumbfounded: "Father, whether you accept it or not, Sherlock is my boyfriend."

Ai Ye turned a deaf ear: "Linlin, who are you talking on the phone? Still speaking in English? No, you're still crying. Who is it? Why didn't I know you still have ghost friends."

Irene was noncommittal about the last sentence. Not only did she know exactly how many friends Ai Ye had, but they were also under strict monitoring by Ai Ye.She felt that her father would not be able to listen to what she said now, so she stopped talking, put her phone in her trouser pocket and turned to wash her face, Ai Ye followed her like a follower: "Linlin, you just got back and you have to rest, So give your mobile phone to Papa for safekeeping."

Irene ignored him, and Ai Ye continued on her own, "You don't have to hand over the phone to Papa for safekeeping, then you tell Papa that you think Xia Malian is gay now."

The corner of Irene's mouth couldn't help twitching, and Ai Ye continued her efforts: "Or tell Papa who you are calling." Seeing that he couldn't take care of himself without being stabbed by a flying sword, he actually made his precious daughter cry.

Erin knew her father's thoughts very well: "And then let you threaten others?"

Ai Ye said "Xizi holding her heart": "Linlin, how can you say that, is Papa such an unreasonable person?"

Irene replied righteously: "Yes."

Ai Ye: "..." Before he opened his mouth, the precious girl added another knife: "If you want to say 'Linlin, you don't love papa anymore', I advise you to change the word. By the way, Dad, you really reminded me Remembering one thing, the key words I can remind you are, 'Why did I travel to a parallel universe on my 24th birthday, and you are not only sure about this, but also have similar experiences before'."

Ai Ye: "... Where did Papa remind you?"

Irene said ruthlessly and coldly: "Your chirp."

Ai Ye: "... Papa, let's go and see the food." After he finished speaking, he disappeared, and the soles of his feet were not so fast. Don't you know that there is a saying "If you can run, you can't run away from the temple", and there is another sentence "Hiding If you pass the first day of the junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth year"?

Coincidentally, 221b Baker Street also welcomed a big parent.

At the moment when the serial killings happened, or even earlier, when Sherlock and Irene went on a date in Lauriston Park, McCoff rarely found time to sit behind the cctv and observe his brother and his brother's girlfriend in person first date.

To put it another way, McCoff viewed the young couple's first date as a wonderful drama, and furthermore, he still held a little bit of gloating mentality.When Irene readily accepted this Sherlock-style dating method, it was impossible for McCoff to have no regrets in his heart, but even the British government never expected what would happen next.

At the moment when Irene disappeared out of thin air, Mycroft's heart seemed to miss a beat, but it was only a seeming, and McCoff never let emotion dominate his behavior.What should happen will always happen, and this is the same, but sooner or later, and what the British government has to do is to solve it when it happens.

The state apparatus is activated, and when the news is broadcast, what it broadcasts for ordinary people will only be what the British government wants them to see.As for all other traces, erase them, and this serial killing case will naturally be taken over by a department he trusts. In short, it is just to solve it.

After getting the situation under control, Mycroft got up to visit his emotional brother on Baker Street, but after he took two steps into the living room of 221b, he was keenly aware of the difference.

The living room is still like a hurricane passing by, Sherlock is still curled up on the sofa, his whole body is exuding an "unhappy" melancholy mood, and after hearing the sound, he opens his eyes and condescendingly gives his brother a straight look , and an impatient greeting: "What are you doing here?"

Mycroft quickly discerned the situation, and gave Sherlock a smirk in an official way: "I'm here to care about my broken-hearted brother, the time is over, isn't it?"

"On the contrary, I think this is the beginning of a new chapter." When Sherlock said this, he stopped staring at his brother and stared at the phone.I don't know if I should say that I have a good understanding, or it is really a fate, the next moment the phone rang, and Sherlock quickly fished it out, and pulled the phone in front of him, waiting for the ring to ring twice more reservedly. It was enough for him to greet McCoff's diet results routinely, and then he connected the phone with McCoff's face suddenly sinking.

"Oh, Linlin, I was missing you." Not only did Sherlock's expression soften, but he even added sweetness to his voice, which made Mycroft roll his eyes under his nose.

Irene on the other end of the phone also choked up. If she wasn't sure that she was calling Sherlock, she would have taken the phone back from her ear to take another look, but she quickly realized: "McCaw Husband by your side?"

The 'tenderness' that Sherlock had pretended quickly faded away, and he pursed his lips: "Why do you say that?"

Erin blinked: "Isn't this obvious?"

Sherlock doesn't like this "obviousness", and he wants to choke when he hears his girlfriend say: "However, I'll just take your opening line as 'you miss me too', Sherlock."

Sherlock: "...Mycroft is by my side."

"Say hello to him for me, and his hard work, I really didn't think of it at the time—" Irene was interrupted by Sherlock with a black face and dissatisfaction before he finished speaking, and he glanced at Mycroft. Said: "Actually, according to my judgment of the sniper who has been sniped by a hater, the chaos he expected to cause is far more than two deaths and two injuries, and I have reason to suspect that this is not the first time he has Created a mass panic. Check it out, I can guarantee that this sniper belonging to the former French special forces must have a criminal record, the precise selection of fatal wounds and leg injuries is not too difficult to find out, right? For the dog legs."

Mycroft glanced lightly at his younger brother, who was still accurate in judgment, and then held the handle of the umbrella, and fell into a bewildered silence.

Sherlock couldn't help rolling his eyes, and Irene on the other end of the call was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "You know your brother is right in front of you, right? And I'm seriously considering whether I should hang up the phone wisely, and then Leave an independent space for you and Mycroft? Well, there is one more thing before hanging up. I think I should tell you that Mr. M's name is Consulting Criminals. I think he is probably the one—"

"Mister Senior."

"Mister Senior."

The two of them spoke in unison again, in two parallel universes.