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The next day, Nora was up earlier than usual, thanks to the fine weather in Surrey.When she finished washing and went downstairs, the old couple were already walking in the garden.Nora walked lightly to the door of Holmes' room and leaned over to listen. It was quiet and there was no sound.She thought for a while, then carefully unscrewed the doorknob, opened the door a gap, and poked her head out to look over.

The quilt was bulging, and Holmes probably hadn't woken up yet.The curtains in the room were drawn down, and the light was dim, only his overcoat could be seen neatly hanging on the hanger.Nora looked at the sunny weather outside, hesitated for a while, and heard a familiar low-pitched male voice from behind her neck, "What are you looking at?"

Nora turned her head immediately, and Holmes, who looked much more energetic, stood silently behind her, staring at her intently, looking quite happy, with a smile on his face all the time.

Nora opened her eyes slightly, turned her head to look at the bulging bed, and blinked, "When did you wake up?"

In fact, what she wanted to ask more was, why did he pile up the quilts like this?

"While you were still washing up," Holmes pointed to the floor, "I heard your steps."

"Did you come to tease me like this on purpose?" Nora pointed at the quilt, and laughed hard, her eyes bent into a crescent moon, "I like this morning's surprise, but if one day you obediently come Wait for me in the quilt, that will be a better gift." She said jokingly.

Her open and unrestrained words caused Holmes to twitch involuntarily. He stared at her, then lowered his head, and approached her ears with his beautiful lips, which were pale white due to illness. His voice was very magnetic, and his tone was deliberately low Slowly, the deep voice that seemed to come from the chest was heart-pounding, "... Mrs. Crete is looking at you, ma'am."

Nora took a step back immediately, her face flushed suddenly, she turned her head to look at the window, and she saw Mrs. Crete smiling at her with her lips covered.She covered her face unconsciously, and glared at Holmes, "For the sake of your illness, God."

"Illness will not in any way diminish my powers of judgment and observation, and of course, all my other better aspects." Holmes replied solemnly, and then showed a trace of regret. "Of course, it is not completely unaffected." .”

His eyes swept across her cheeks and lips, and he sighed heavily.

Nora had a half-smile, "I see that since you came here, your complexion has improved a lot... It seems that Watson no longer needs to bring you cold medicine, what you need is to heal 'my face is getting worse and worse. What should I do when it gets thicker?"

"That's right." Holmes nodded solemnly. "But I also want to know what is the cause of the disease? Even half a doctor like me cannot diagnose it accurately."

Nora coughed lowly, bent her eyes, raised her head, and hooked her fingers at him, "Come here, I'll tell you."

Holmes bowed slightly obediently, and lowered his head.

Nora immediately stood on tiptoe, tapped her lips lightly at the corner of his mouth, and faced Holmes' sudden pause, she showed a smile that was as bright as the sunshine in Surrey, "...Mr. Holmes, you have been named There is no cure for the poison of 'Nora Sharp'. Of course, if you want to alleviate your 'illness'...a good morning kiss every day will do wonders."

Holmes stared into her bright eyes, unconsciously smiled, and said softly, "Even Mr. Critter has seen it, Ms. Nora Poison Sharp."

"I've even done the incredible thing of 'falling in love with Sherlock Holmes', do you think there are other problems that can stump me?" Nora blinked, "You know, I can solve it. As for the biggest problem, they should be very grateful to me."

"So the unmarried gentlemen all over England are obliged to me," replied Holmes calmly. "To quote you ... we are doing each other the harm of the people."

"..." Nora laughed, she shook her head, compromised, and took a step back, "I'm so stupid, really... I shouldn't think that your lip service will be inferior when you are sick, but I still I don't think I lost... You know, in the end, I was the one who took advantage." She touched her lips, and could still recall the dry and soft touch of the other party at that time.

Holmes laughed out loud, not hiding his joy, "This is the first time I've heard of it, and it turns out that this is a kind of taking advantage... To be honest, I really hope you can 'take advantage' more often, believe me, I will absolutely swallow my anger and not tell anyone this secret."

Nora looked at him with a smile, "I believe you won't tell anyone... Xiali, the weather is very nice, do you want to go out with me and take a look around?"

"It's an honor." Holmes spoke very gently, so Nora took the initiative to take Holmes' arm before he could bend his elbow, and said softly, "Do you know how to get around?"

"Perhaps," replied Holmes mildly.

"But what if we get lost?" Nora said with a smile, showing no sign of worry.

"Then get lost." Holmes smiled slightly, his gray eyes shining brightly in the sunlight. "I have lived more than 30 years of rationality and planning. , that's a romantic interest too, isn't it?... I'd love to 'lose' here with you."

This guy is really quick to learn, especially remember that half a year ago he was still confused about the words "romantic" and "interesting", but look at today!Falling in love with a smart person is really a sweet and sad thing.

……

After saying hello to the Critters, they walked slowly through the small town in Surrey.If it is a talkative person talking with a reserved person, there is no doubt that the talkative person will dominate the battlefield between them.But when two talkatives get together, it turns into a literary debate when neither backs down.

Of course, Nora Sharp a year ago would not be afraid to face Sherlock Holmes' endless arguments and strive for the final victory.But ever since the relationship between them changed from "best friends who talk about everything" to "intimate partners who talk about everything", this situation has changed subtly, for example now——

"Look at the sandstone area here, most of it is glauconite, which looks like a stretch of green moss from a distance... I once read about this kind of thing in a book, and it can only be found around shallow seas Kind of stone, gray-green, no ornamental..."

If it was Nora Sharp in the past, she would probably answer immediately at this moment, "Of course I know this kind of stone. It is everywhere in the north of my hometown. It is not unusual at all, and its use is not for viewing, it can be used It can be used as fertilizer, and it can also be purified and used as pigment, do you know—"

But now Nora Sharp—

She nodded. "It's really ugly... But there doesn't seem to be any beaches around. Where could they come from?"

"No one has ever clearly analyzed this..." Holmes looked very interested. "Tell me, if I come to study these glauconites and their uses during this period of time—"

If it was Nora Sharp in the past, she would probably cooperate and stay with him with the same interest to study this boring and interesting strange and unknown thing, but the current Nora Sharp——

Nora was shocked when she heard that, and she immediately interrupted his unrealistic thoughts, "This is the job of a geologist, Sherlock! And your job now is to take good care of your illness!"

Holmes raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.

"Of course," Nora said with emphasis, "if you tricked me with the trick this morning and sneaked out to study this stone... It seems that your illness should be almost cured, then I You can also go back to London with confidence, Cleveland has been wanting to meet me recently, I think he will be very happy to pick me up at the station."

Holmes said calmly, "The wind here is a bit cold, and I feel a little uncomfortable. Let's go to another place."

"Are you sure?" Nora asked.

"Undoubtedly," replied Holmes with the utmost certainty.

"Then let's go." Nora smiled gracefully, "You know, there is more than just one place to enjoy the beautiful scenery."

Regarding this meaningful and threatening words, Holmes expressed his composure and calmness, and continued in a slow voice, "That's true...but for most people, there is only one place in the traveler's soul." There is a peaceful harbor to lean on, no storms, no wars, only peace."

The smile in Nora's eyes was almost overflowing, "That's right, Sherlock... Your recent performance makes me wonder if I have read some interesting literary books in my free time that I didn't realize Woolen cloth."

"Those things are boring and vulgar, meaningless and useless." Holmes commented, "I never deliberately read them. If I know that my mind needs to be filled with some more useful knowledge, I will Regularly clean up the dirt and litter that's crowding the corners."

"Oh, it seems that your 'vulgar' evaluation of the books I read is a very euphemistic term." Nora nodded, "Mr. Detective who is rich, single, and always wants to marry a wife."

Holmes coughed weakly, "I only agree with the last point, ma'am."

Nora snorted softly, "It's open to discussion, Mr. Detective."

……

They stayed in Surrey for nearly three days, and Holmes was nearly recovered from his condition, and they were going to leave here for London on the morning of the fifth day, but an urgent telegram from there made their trip a day earlier.

Here's what the telegram says--

"Mr Sherlock Holmes,

The case has changed.Extremely important things need to be discussed together, hope to return soon.

ob"

ob, no doubt, is Mr Alcott Barton, this is a telegram from the minister.

It was not until Nora and Holmes rushed back to London by car, and met the lion-like fierce and sharp Director Barton under the leadership of the connector, that they knew what the "important event" mentioned in the telegram was——

The people in the prime minister's office were assassinated by unknown people just yesterday!