[Detective Sherlock] High IQ and Strengthening Department

Belarus Minsk

Mi Xiao habitually stood beside Sherlock, listening to the conversation between the two of them. In less than 5 minutes, Sherlock stood up impatiently, and corrected the other party's wrong words before leaving.

Walking out of the room with a bad atmosphere, Sherlock asked Mi Xiao next to him: "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Mi Xiao tilted her head not understanding.

"You are in a good mood."

Sherlock pursed the corner of his mouth and said, okay, standing beside him can feel it without looking.

"Where did that guy please you?"

Except for the guy who got the word wrong, I really can't find anything or anyone that can make Mi Xiao happy.

"Ah, I feel like I saw myself." Mi Xiao scratched his head embarrassedly, that guy was very similar to himself at the beginning, full of wrong grammar and words.

"Indeed, they are all equally stupid." Sherlock said, looking at the people and things in front of him.

But this time Mi Xiao was not angry. She scratched her head and said with a smile, "That's why I'm so happy."

"Huh?" Sherlock was puzzled this time, he frowned, looked down at Mi Xiao, and similarly, Mi Xiao raised his head and looked at Sherlock.

Mi Xiao rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Mr. is very gentle to me~"

"...What stupid things?" Sherlock was silent for a moment, he looked at Mi Xiao who was smiling brightly, turned his head, and said unnaturally: "I just don't want a fool who can't even speak."

"Hmm~, Mr. Sebastian told me before that I belong to the latter." Mi Xiao still remembered what the man said, and I have to say, this made her a little concerned.

"Did you remember his name?" Sherlock missed the point again, and sometimes he always makes people helpless.

Mi Xiao gave him a helpless look at this, and she said, "This name is easy to remember."

Because Demon Deacon is the name, oh, an anime.

"Continue." Sherlock lingered on Mi Xiao's face for a while, looked away, and said.

"He said I belonged to the latter."

"Ok?"

"It's a little white mouse." Mi Xiao's voice was lower.

Sherlock, who was taller than her, lowered his eyes and looked at Mi Xiao who lowered his head. He couldn't see the expression on her face, but he could hear something from her tone, sad, why is she sad?

"But sir said you needed me, so I'm not what Mr. Sebastian said, right?"

Mi Xiao raised her head, grabbed her clothes with both hands, and her eyes showed firmness and opposite fragility.

She was a little afraid of Sherlock's poisonous tongue at this time.

But not this time.

"Don't remember what that stupid man said." Sherlock was silent for a moment. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mi Xiao's head. The hair quality is much better than before.

"You're just Mi Xiaoxiao."

Not a guinea pig.

The latter part is the deep meaning that Mi Xiao heard. Probably, no matter whether she guessed right or not, Mi Xiao was very happy. She rubbed her head, raised her head, her eyes glowed, and said, "Sure enough, I belong to the first type."

"Huh? The first type?" Sherlock asked puzzled.

"Yes, I am still very special in Mr.'s heart!" Mi Xiao said with certainty, she stretched out her hand and poked the part of Sherlock's heart. This sentence was not deduced in advance, and she said it directly. But Mi Xiao doesn't know that stuff either.

……special?

After hearing this, Sherlock froze for a moment.

But Mi Xiao, who got the answer, was full of joy and ignored Sherlock's mistake at that moment. She pulled the hand on top of her head with her backhand, pulled Sherlock, and walked in front, saying: "The matter is done, let's go back quickly, yes Alright, how would you like to eat saury today? Grilled with salt and charcoal, and pour some lemon juice on it, well, one dish is not enough, three people need at least three dishes..."

Pulled by Mi Xiao, Sherlock was walking, hearing her whispers. He lowered his eyes and looked at the hands they held together. Both hands were very warm, and they were held together, as if... …

Somewhat hot.

"What do you think sir?"

Mi Xiao turned her head and asked.

"Okay, listen to you."

Sherlock raised his head subconsciously and replied, and then he found something was wrong, it didn't seem to be something he would say.

Sherlock raised his other hand to cover his mouth, and moved his eyes to Mi Xiao, the temperature in his hand only became warmer, not colder.

... This feeling is a bit strange.

So on the street, the great Sherlock Holmes was led by Weili Mixiao, walking one by one, but in the eyes of passers-by, this seemed quite seductive.

Hello!that!Put down your torches and gasoline! !

After dinner, Sherlock changed into his furniture pajamas and slumped on the sofa like a decadent unemployed man, exuding the air of me being bored and too idle.

So he picked up the pistol and shot it directly at the wall several times, to which John complained.

"What are you smoking?!"

He appeared covering his ears.

"boring."

"what?"

"My uncle is so boring!" Sherlock repeated again, which made him even more unhappy. He stood up directly from the sofa, and with a few 'pops', he fired all the bullets in the gun at once. After the fight, it didn't ease his mood.

While typing, he complained: "Is the criminal class gone? Fortunately, I didn't hang out there."

"Then you vent your anger on the wall? Hey, Mi Xiaoxiao, you have to talk about Sherlock."

John took the gun from Sherlock's hand, and then he yelled at Mi Xiao in the kitchen.

"Sorry John, I can't help it." Mi Xiao, who poked her head out, shrugged her shoulders helplessly, but she changed the subject and said to Sherlock: "Sir, if you are really bored, we can do a few tricks, of course , John can come too."

"No, no, no, I don't want to apply the ointment, thank you." John immediately refused. He had seen Mi Xiao's strength before, and agreed, that was completely self-inflicted.

As for Sherlock, he said: "No, fighting you will only make my IQ drop."

"……goodbye."

Mi Xiao returned to the kitchen.

"It's wrong for you to say that, Sherlock." John defended Mi Xiao.

"This is a fact."

Yes, everything Sherlock said was true.

John has a headache.

After Sherlock finished venting his anger, he lay down on the sofa again. At the same time, John asked about the case he and Mi Xiao went to see together this morning.

Sherlock directly replied boring and uninteresting. The answer is obviously that he killed the person himself.

Well, John could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

John walked into the kitchen and asked Mi Xiao, who was cleaning the dishes, he opened the refrigerator habitually: "Is there anything to eat..."

Then he broke off.

Because a head is saying to him: Hi Sao Nian~

"Don't open!" Apparently, Mi Xiao was a step too late to stop her. Seeing whether it was me or the refrigerator, John, she subconsciously raised her paw and covered her face with water: "I left a copy for you." , right on the dining table."

That's the only place where you don't put any weird things, because Mi Xiao strictly forbids it.

"It might be a little cold."

"No, it's okay, thank you." John replied blankly, then closed the door, and when he turned to leave, he immediately came back to his senses. He pointed to the refrigerator in shock and said, "Is that a head? Why is he in the refrigerator?" here?"

"...Mister's new experimental product."

Mi Xiao wiped her face with her apron, and said that she could understand John's mood at the moment, just like the moment she opened the refrigerator, the screen was full of shit.

"Don't worry, I have moved all the ingredients to Mrs. Hudson's refrigerator. If you are looking for something, you can get it there."

"But... oh my god, Mi Xiaoxiao, you really have to take care of Sherlock."

John covered his face with his claws.

"Well... I will try my best."

"Mi Xiaoxiao, give me some green tea." The old man outside shouted.

"Ok."

John feels that this life is impossible to live. First he showed affection, but now he shows darkness directly!

Let him go, he's just an ordinary person_(:зゝ∠)_

When Mi Xiao brought out the tea, John and Sherlock had already discussed the solar system, but Sherlock didn't know about the solar system that even elementary school students knew, so...

Surprisingly cute, about this.

"Aren't you going to chase?" Mi Xiao put down the tea, and asked Sherlock who stood up angrily, stepped on the coffee table, and walked to the window in a few steps.

"No hum." Sherlock turned his head angrily.

"It's just the solar system. If Mister wants to know, just read the book."

For this kind of thing, two men who add up to [-] quarreled, it was so childish that it couldn't be more childish.

"That takes up too much of my memory." Sherlock said that he would not look at it╭(╯^╰)╮

Enough is enough, the expression on the back is a bit ruined.

"Mi Xiaoxiao, look, it's so quiet and peaceful, I hate it to death." Sherlock took a deep breath and said disgustedly.

"Sorry, I have no comment on this, sir, the green tea is getting cold."

In fact, Mi Xiao quite likes it, but for Sherlock, who is full of adventure factors, this is too difficult.

"But I think there will be some new case to cheer you up soon."

So Mi Xiao comforted Sherlock who was about to explode.

"Then hurry up, the wait is too hard."

Maybe God heard Sherlock's complaint, so a new case appeared. The room opposite 221B exploded, and the unlucky 221B was connected.

There was a bang, it was deafening.

Mi Xiao, who pressed Sherlock under her body again, propped herself up, shook off the gravel on her back, sat on the ground, and asked the crow-mouthed Sherlock: "Sir, are you alright?"

"Oh it's all right."

said Sherlock.

Seeing that he was fine, Mi Xiao felt relieved.

"It seems that your wish has come true, sir." Mi Xiao sighed as he removed the gravel from his head.

"Hmph." Sherlock snorted a few times, and said, "At least I can sleep well tonight."

Sherlock is right, but he can sleep well tonight because he doesn't have to think about the word boring all night, but...

When Mi Xiao went downstairs and opened the door of her room, she found that the wall had been blasted, and the room was even more messy. There was nothing she could do about it. Her room was facing the next door.

It seems that she has to sleep on the floor tonight.

As for the room, she pushed the wardrobe with both hands to block the gap. As for the rest, it can only be done tomorrow.

Mi Xiao left the room with a headache, closed the door, looked up, and saw Sherlock standing on the top of the stairs.

"Oh, it seems that your room has unfortunately suffered."

"Yes, I'm going to occupy the sofa in the living room."

Mi Xiao said while climbing the stairs.

Sherlock turned sideways and let her in, just clear the sofa and go to sleep.

Mi Xiao took out the feather duster, covered her nose, and started to clean it up.

"Mrs. Hudson's room is at the back, so it's not affected, oh, and mine." Sherlock said behind him.

"Huh? Is Mrs. Hudson's room okay? Then I can rest assured." Mi Xiao said while cleaning up.

Looking at the busy back, Sherlock pursed the corners of his mouth. He was a little angry, stood up straight, and said to Mi Xiao, "Then you can sleep on the sofa, good night."

"Good night."

The author has something to say: the first half is still on the show, as for the second half, Bird Sauce just wants to say: Stupid Mi Xiaoxiao!