It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

The sound from Mrs. Hudson "awakened" Sherlock who was immersed in his interpretation world. He let go of Irene's hand as if nothing had happened, and sat down on the single sofa, condescendingly Erin raised her chin, signaling that she could answer her own question.

Irene lowered her head and sniffed her fingertips, and sure enough, she smelled an elegant smell, and recalled that it was indeed the same smell that she smelled in McCoff's office.Looking up at Sherlock's blunt eyes, she replied: "Yes, [the curse] cannot be lifted, yes, I did not agree, and I think that no merit will be rewarded, so I gave him a medical treatment, mainly It's his hairline. About that, because I asked his secretary, Anthea."

Sherlock's thinking was jumping and quicker, and he said decisively: "You can't treat him."

Erin didn't understand: "Why? Didn't I really match what I liked?"

"You have," but in this way he lost a stalk of laughing at the fat man. The brat Sherlock didn't say this, but he quickly found a very valid reason, "I'm afraid of you All this hard work was in vain, as you know, although Mycroft claimed that he was just a small member of the British government, he was actually the British government. When the CIA was in the United States, he would not even go to the hospital when he was sick, but had a special doctor who had undergone heavy monitoring to see him. Therefore, there is a 90.00% chance that the prescription you give him will be shelved. As for the rest When that fat man is so bald that he has to wear a wig to cover it up, he might think about it."

Sherlock's words made Irene think of the emperor who was specially equipped with eunuchs to taste food during the meal. She felt that McCoff was not a person who was so cautious, but since Sherlock, as McCoff's younger brother, Having said that, she was dubious.

Irene also took off the scarf and hung it up, walked over and sat on the single sofa opposite Sherlock, "It's up to him whether he eats or not, but since I promised, I can't break my word. But when it comes to Mycroft, you He really misled me, he is not fat, on the contrary he looks very temperamental, the kind of temperament that a wise elder would have."

Sherlock was not very happy to hear Irene boasting about Mycroft, and he said in a bored tone: "Don't be fooled by his hypocritical politician appearance, if it wasn't for your ability that he doesn't know the depth of, you think you Can you still sit here now? Forget it, this matter is not particularly important, tell me now, what ability did you use to make Anthea submit? She is McCoff's secretary, so she won't be treated like this by you. Just talk casually."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, that's boring."

"I think I get it."

Silence, Sherlock should have forgotten it, but this time he thought about it, glanced at Irene, and hesitated before speaking: "Irene, um... I think I should tell you that I have already Married to a job, as flattered as I am, I really don't want a girlfriend."

"I know." Irene didn't understand why Sherlock said that. In her mind, Sherlock was identified as gay because of preconceived ideas. No, now I have to change it. Sherlock said that he is not interested in boyfriends/girlfriends. , that's probably an asexual.Irene thought about it, and felt that Sherlock felt that she would discriminate against this sexual orientation, so she quickly explained, "Don't worry, I don't discriminate against any sexual orientation, and there are people who marry his cat."

Sherlock also had some bad butt joints, muttering, "Then why are you asking me if I have a boyfriend?"

"Huh? Didn't you ask me how I made Anthea submit? I just demonstrated it for you, and then I discovered that my ability has less effect on people with stronger willpower." Irene finished Thoughtful, he looked at Sherlock who was frowning, and suddenly realized, "I don't think we are talking about the same topic, I should tell you in advance, but if you do, you will be prepared .”

"The lips of the donkey don't match the lips of the horse." Sherlock said something in Chinese abruptly. Although there was still a bit of an awkward accent, it sounded quite standard for a foreigner.

Irene suddenly heard a familiar language, and when she spoke again, it changed into Chinese: "You can speak Chinese? You also said an idiom, and you used the right context."

Sherlock succeeded in changing the subject, he held his hands against his chin, and resumed his wanton posture: "Occasionally memorized a few words in a Chinese restaurant, and I'm still learning, I haven't been exposed to Chinese-related languages ​​before. , and considering the history and changes of this language, as well as regional issues, if I want to fully learn this language, it will take me at least five and a half days, and at most a week."

Erin suddenly laughed.

"What?" Sherlock glanced at her lightly, as if dissatisfied with her suspected disbelieving attitude.

"I just suddenly remembered that it is very appropriate to use an idiom to describe your brother."

"what?"

"[Extremely clever]," Irene explained the pun in English, and then glanced at Sherlock's woolly curly hair. He still has thick bangs now, it seems that there is no Thank you for your worries.But think about Mycroft. They are brothers. According to genetics and hairline tragedy is a British national problem, then Sherlock is likely to be troubled by hairline problems in the future.

"Well——" Irene just opened her mouth, but was interrupted by Sherlock who saw through her, "Mycroft is adopted!" He said that very confidently.

——Even if the British government is not here, it is not uncommon to be shot in the knee. This is really an accident that hurts the hearer and tears the listener.

After having all kinds of legal documents generously provided by the British government, Irene can truly live in Baker Street, London.

In the next week, 221b was filled with a strong learning atmosphere.

Under the kind reminder of Irene, a native Chinese, let the consulting detective deeply understand that Chinese is a broad and profound language, and it is so profound and subtle that it is fascinating; besides Irene is proficient in areas that he is not proficient in, there are many more The "professional terms" that can't be explained in English; in addition, I have to thank someone with "mh" as the signature for the "encouraging" text message; these factors add up to make Sherlock very motivated to learn Chinese.

At the same time, Irene is also learning the deductive method from Sherlock. Although Sherlock showed impatience at the beginning that "teaching a goldfish to learn to think is a joke", he reluctantly admits in his heart that Irene is the smarter among the goldfish, although she is still Goldfish, so he reluctantly taught it.

Eileen also has her own way of being well-informed and knowledgeable. Generally speaking, the mutual help study group at 221b Baker Street has achieved gratifying results.

This also made Mrs. Hudson's misunderstanding even deeper!After all, this week, Sherlock did not use the violin as a piece of wood, did not use the wall as a target to shoot at it, did not conduct experiments that Mrs. Hudson thought were dangerous, and did not continue to put human heads, eyeballs and other organs in the refrigerator. , Did not take Mr. Skull to the street to scare people, etc.What was even more surprising was that 221b ushered in the cleanest and tidy period since it was rented by Sherlock. At the same time, the kitchen finally returned to its original role, and was used by the owner to prepare three meals a day, and there were all kinds of tricks meals.

Mrs. Hudson naturally attributed the credit to Irene, and felt that this Asian girl could not be better as Sherlock's girlfriend.Look, not only can she control Sherlock, but she can also do a good job of housework. Anyway, in Mrs. Hudson's mouth, Irene is praised as a flower.

Among them, there is a lot of fog!

Sherlock's brief hibernation was learning Chinese;

The paper man is responsible for keeping 221b clean and tidy;

The three meals are made by ghosts hired by Irene;

To put it more bluntly, Irene and Sherlock are both idiots, referred to as Shengbai.For Sherlock, he has a good brother from the nation, and he himself does not have high requirements for the living environment. After all, the body is only a channel for transporting energy; for Irene, her requirements for the living environment are not higher than those of Sherlock. False, but in her house, Ai Ye is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and female red cooking. Besides, she can even hire an imperial cook, so why bother with her own stomach.

If there's one thing Erin does, it's that she's in charge of paying the "salaries" of the ghosts she hires.

During this time, one of Sherlock's doubts was solved again.The question is, why has the number of ghosts on Baker Street, especially 221b, changed suddenly?The answer is that they are afraid of Sherlock's lethality.

Ahem, ghosts are also afraid of noise, trouble, and the only person in the world who consults a detective.

Although Mrs. Hudson was overjoyed by Sherlock's "reform", she was still somewhat uncomfortable.Also uncomfortable with such a quiet Sherlock was Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard.During this week, Sherlock didn't break into the scene of the crime he took over to spoil, bah, to help solve the case, which is not normal.

At one point, Lestrade also had thoughts such as "Sherlock won't be beaten up in a sack by someone he's ridiculed before and sent to the hospital".

Believe him, anyone in Scotland Yard who has such an idea can organize a tour group.

Even Anderson, who was ridiculed by Sherlock the most, suddenly said during the chat: "Why is there no news about that freak Sherlock? He couldn't be pushed into the Thames River to feed the fish? If so If I don’t, I’ll definitely regret it,” the others all looked at him sideways, and then he added slowly, “Then go home and celebrate with champagne.”

The flag cannot be set up casually. The day after Anderson published this opinion, a package tied with a bow appeared on Donovan's desk early in the morning. I don't know who sneaked in last night to put it. Came in, but the monitor didn't see any trace.

Oh, if it was a gift, it wouldn't have attracted so much attention. It was that small gift box that was bleeding out, and there was a note on it, stating that it was for Sherlock Holmes.

Anderson looked around the gift box for a long time, touched his chin and said, "I don't think it contains a bottle of champagne."

Donovan: "..."

Lestrade: "...I'm calling Sherlock."