[Detective Sherlock] High IQ and Strengthening Department

Early in the morning, John seemed to get up that way. Usually when he went downstairs, he would see Sherlock sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and Mi Xiaoxiao coming out of the kitchen to greet him for breakfast. He likes the feeling of 'home'.

However, he didn't see Sherlock and Mi Xiaoxiao this morning.

What happened?

John frowned and thought, when he reached the stairs, he saw Sherlock who had just come out of Mi's small room.

"..."

Wait, I must have read it wrong! !John stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes in self-deception, and when he looked again, Sherlock had already climbed the stairs, and stood in front of him within a few steps.

"Hey, Sherlock, are you sleeping in Mi Xiao's room today?"

John asked a little confused.

"Hmm." Sherlock didn't answer 'um' or 'yes', but this vague voice made Sherlock admit something indirectly.

At least he spent one night in Mi's small room.

"That Mi Xiaoxiao..."

John turned sideways and let Sherlock go in, but he always felt something was wrong when he looked at Sherlock's side face.

"She's tired, don't bother her."

Sherlock didn't notice the expression on John's face that you finally hit a home run. He needs to think about Mi Xiaoli at this moment.

He came to the sofa, fell down mercilessly, fell on the soft sofa, stepped on the edge of the sofa with his feet, crossed his fingers, rubbed his thumbs slightly, and looked forward, as if he was thinking about something , and seemed to be in a daze.

If John wasn't sure about the weirdness in him anymore, he'd be the one to bring down the average IQ of Baker Street.

"What's the matter with you, Sherlock?"

It's a pity that Sherlock was thinking too much, well, maybe he was in a daze.

This forced John to step forward, waved his hand in front of him, and yelled, "Sherlock!"

This time Sherlock came back to his senses, he raised his chin slightly, blinked his eyes, and asked in a puzzled and confused way, "What's the matter, John."

"You were in a daze just now?"

John was the first to ask.

"No, I'm not in a daze, I'm running my brain." Sherlock immediately denied John's statement.

"Oh, okay, can you tell me what you're thinking?" John nodded understandingly, he sat down, sat on the sofa opposite Sherlock, put his hands on his knees, and asked seriously Sherlock.

"..." Sherlock was silent. He looked at John for a full minute, then he gave up and looked away, and said reluctantly, "Oh, I was in a daze just now."

……

Apparently Sherlock would rather admit his daze than tell John what he was thinking.

"Hey, it's wrong for you to do this! Sherlock." At first I thought there was gossip, but...

John expresses his displeasure and disappointment.

"Okay, if you don't say it, then let me ask, you and Mi Xiao are reconciled, right?" Although there is a question mark, John is sure.

Sherlock glanced at John, but ignored him.

He won't answer such boring questions huh╭(╯^╰)╮

"Very good, so is your relationship with Mi Xiao settled?" This time it was a real question.

"relation?"

Well, that word got Sherlock slightly...interested.

"Yes, do you still want to maintain the relationship between the bodyguard and the employer?" John asked, and at the same time looked at Sherlock in horror, afraid that he would nod and say yes, but fortunately he didn't nod, but he didn't shake his head, anyway, it was very vague asked rhetorically.

"You mean you want the two of us to 'relate'?" Sherlock pulled the word from the trash can in the memory bank.

"It's not that I want the two of you to date, it's entirely your own business..." John said with a headache, before he finished he was interrupted mercilessly by Sherlock.

"Then why are you asking so many questions?"

John looked at Sherlock blankly, and the two of them stared at each other. In the end, it was John who lost, well, without blinking, and then it was Sherlock who won. Let's applaud for that.

"My friend's concern, Sherlock." John rubbed his sore eyes, and then said, "I'm worried that you will miss each other."

"Missed?" Sherlock chewed the word, he was a little puzzled, and at the same time a little disgusted.

"That's right, maybe one day Mi Xiao will meet a man who will tell her 'we're dating' or 'I love you', don't look at me with idiot eyes! You know Mi Xiaoxiao's personality She might be moved by that man because of this."

What John said...is not unreasonable.

Sherlock suddenly became a little irritable, but he still maintained that lukewarm expression: "No, she won't, she promised me that she would always follow behind me."

This sentence is a bit like the willfulness of a kid.

"Oh, turn around Sherlock then," John said.

Sherlock turned around as John said.

"There is no Mi Xiaoxiao behind you."

John's fatal blow.

Fuck, well done John!

"She's just sick now!!" That's why she wouldn't be behind me. The subconscious Sherlock behind me didn't say anything. He turned his head and said angrily, and then accidentally exposed something.

"Wait, what did you just say? Is Mi Xiaoxiao sick?"

John immediately dropped the emotional topic and turned to care about Mi Xiao. He stood up and said, "Why didn't you tell me, I'm a doctor, oh, I just said that Mi Xiaoxiao is weird... "

"strange?"

Sherlock sat on the sofa, watching John search around.

"Feeling, it's a feeling, but... She said some strange things to me in the kitchen before." John stopped what he was doing, recalled the conversation in the kitchen before, and said casually.

"What did you say?" Sherlock asked, but he didn't get an answer.

"I'm sorry, I promise Mi Xiao that I won't talk to you about what I talked with her in the kitchen."

John didn't seem to notice Sherlock's knife-like gaze, and he finally found his tool - the family medical kit.

"Oh, great, I finally found it." John patted the dust on it, it seemed that it had been piled up for a long time.

"Hey, get up, Sherlock, you need to open the door." John said to Sherlock on the sofa.

"No!" Sherlock refused.

"What did you say?" John thought he was deaf, and he asked, "Didn't you just say that Mi Xiaoxiao was sick? Why not?"

"From 32:50:[-] last night, I stayed by Mi Xiaoxiao's side until just now." Sherlock curled up on the sofa, closed his eyes, and said, "She's fine."

"Really? Really..."

Sherlock didn't listen to the next words, he had already fallen into his own ocean of consciousness.

32:50:[-] last night.

Sherlock used his superb skills to open Mi Xiao's tightly locked door, oh, he wouldn't say that he had a very bad feeling, because seeing Mi Xiao's smile, the feeling of weakness that was about to disappear.

Sherlock pushed the door open carefully, he needed to be silent.

The slits opened reveal the scenery inside, little fireflies.

Sherlock has seen it before, so what?

"Hey! Mi Xiaoxiao, wake up!!"

Sherlock walked quickly to Mi Xiao's side, he stretched out his hand, and slapped the sleeping woman's cheek fiercely. He had only one thought at the moment, and that was - she must not be allowed to sleep again!

But no matter how hard he slapped, Mi Xiao seemed to have fallen asleep for a while, without frowning, and let him slap and slap again and again.

"Why don't you wake up?" Sherlock gritted his teeth and asked himself. He stared at Mi Xiao whose face was flushed by his slap. He even covered Mi Xiao's mouth and nose just now, but it didn't help at all!

"Go back!" Sherlock diverted his attention and ordered. He stared at the firefly floating out of Mi Xiao's body, stretched out his hand to try to catch it, and then stuffed it back, but unfortunately failed.

Sherlock can't catch the fireflies.

Is this for him to watch Mi Xiao slowly lose their so-called 'reading'? !

The upset Sherlock walked back and forth by Mi Xiao's bed, he was thinking about what to do, but he couldn't think of anything in his mind.

After all, he has never learned about it formally, and vague theories are far from practically useful.

Just when Sherlock was so anxious that he was about to scream, a tiny white light appeared in his pocket.

This forced his footsteps to stop, and at the same time he remembered the jade that he had been throwing in his pocket all along, ready to take the time to study, but was stumbled by the 'game' and given away to forget.

Is it...

Sherlock took out the jade, the warm white light was neither dazzling nor dazzling.

Maybe this thing has a way.

Now Sherlock can only entrust his hope to this jade. In fact, the goddess of luck has been following Sherlock.

When he put the jade on Mi Xiao's undulating chest, he saw that the light of the jade spread, enveloping Mi Xiao, and at the same time stopping the fireflies that continued to spread.

It seems... all right.

At this moment, Sherlock himself didn't notice the relaxed tension.

Then Sherlock sat in Mi Xiao's room that night, until the white light on the jade disappeared, and Mi Xiao no longer emitted fireflies, then he was really relieved, relieved, and left Mi Xiao's room...

Then there was what he and John talked about.

Now he should think about what John said.

He and Mi Xiaoxiao.

Downstairs, Mi Xiao, whose face was blushing from the beating, finally woke up. The first thing she felt when she woke up was: Oh, why does her face hurt a little?

Mi Xiao withdrew her hand from the quilt, touched her face, it seemed a little swollen ←←, can you tell her what happened last night?

She supported her body with her hands, and when she sat up, she was already so tired that her forehead was sweating.

This unscientific! ! !

The jade on her chest also rolled to the bottom, and now Mi Xiao found out, she looked at the jade and blinked her eyes, she remembered that this jade was taken away by Sherlock, but now it appeared in her on the bed, or on the chest...

So Yushi Longlegs ran over by himself?Or did Sherlock run in and put it here?

The former could be crossed out, so...why did Sherlock put it here?

Mi Xiao was going to take this piece of jade to ask Sherlock, but she lifted the quilt, stepped on the ground, stood up, and then her legs went limp...

'Snapped! '

"Fuck you!"

Who can tell her what happened to her body?

The author has something to say: half of this chapter is coded, and it will be stuck to death_(:зゝ∠)_

Finally, the code came out, Nima was about to cry QAQ

It's probably going to be a few more chapters before the plot of the second season unfolds and that's it.

In this chapter, John rarely gave Sherlock a lump hahahaha~

What's more... Niaojiang successfully hooked up with the editor, just wait for the binding (*/ω╲*) Ouch, I'm so shy~~

In addition, my aunt is here ￣へ￣, it is very uncomfortable!Last time I vomited _(:з」∠)_

So... I will stop for another day tomorrow, let me have a good rest_(:з」∠)_