Chaoying raised an onmyoji

John H. Watson has always considered himself a normal, everyday person.

Although the psychiatrist assigned to him by the government to alleviate the "war aftermath" has always insisted that he still has a crisis of trust, and even believes that he must rely on blogging to tell his own experience in order to live a normal life, and it is best to have A roommate, to strengthen my communication with the outside world——

It's not a good way to say it, but John really thinks that his peer has misjudged.

Many of his comrades-in-arms died in the war, but he was able to walk off that cruel battlefield well. Except for a little problem with his leg, everything was normal and there were no problems... Isn't this Can it be said that he is a lucky ordinary person?

Although John does not agree with most of the psychiatrist's judgment, in some respects, John still has to admit that the other party is right. — Like he really needs a roommate right now.

This is true whether you look at it economically or emotionally.

And when John first had this idea, he happened to meet his old friend, and under the recommendation of the other party, he met his future new roommate, Sherlock Holmes.

John and Sherlock's first meeting is very dramatic.Watson felt that he was just saying hello to the other party, and before he started a formal self-introduction, the other party explained everything about him clearly at a fast pace. ——This guy seems to have a pair of clairvoyant eyes, which can directly see through people's hearts.

This new roommate was different from what Watson had imagined, but he still accepted the invitation of the other party to share the room, and arrived at Baker Street on time for the appointment.

The landlady who came to answer the door seemed to have known that he would come, and pointed to the stairs and said, "They arrived a day earlier than you, and they have already moved in."

"...they?" Hearing the landlady's words, John subconsciously repeated, "I thought it was just me and him...?"

Watson didn't intend to turn his shared apartment into a group life like a youth hostel.

While thinking this way, Watson followed the landlady up the stairs to the second floor.

"Of course you, my dear, Sherlock, and a little tenant," the landlady's tone was full of love for this little tenant, "believe me, she will really make your rental life better." Very pleasant."

Having said that, Mrs. Hudson opened the door.Watson, who was on crutches, followed her into his "new home" with some difficulty, and also met his other roommate besides Sherlock.

——It was a little Asian girl about 8.9 years old.The long black hair is tied into two lovely twin ponytails - but one of them is neatly tied with a bow; the other is messy, revealing the rustiness and clumsiness of the person who tied the hair.

The little girl was reading a book thicker than her fist. After hearing the sound of Watson and Mrs. Hudson pushing the door, she raised her head to look at the door, and looked at the landlady showing a sweet smile. smile.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Hudson felt her heart melt under the lethality of this smile. She patted the girl's head and said to Watson, "This is Sophia."

"..." The dazed Watson stretched out his hand and shook Sophia blankly. In order to ease the atmosphere and open up the topic, he glanced at the heavy book on Sophia's lap and asked, "What are you reading? A fairy tale?"

"No." Sophia turned over the book in her hand, revealing the title, "Those Medieval Murders You Don't Know About."

Watson looked at the shocking title of the book, and then at Sophia, who was blinking her beautiful eyes with a pure and bright face, and felt that his brain was even more blank.

But Sophia didn't realize what was wrong at all, the little girl looked at Watson suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter? Is there any problem?"

"No...it's nothing..." Watson had a rare doubt. Could it be because he had been on the battlefield for too long and didn't understand the logic of normal people's parenting? "I just thought that girls your age would prefer the kind—softer and sweeter stories, like Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales."

Because Sophia's attitude was so frank and righteous, Watson couldn't find anything to question at all, and he could only turn around and wonder if he had made too much fuss.

"Hmm, my dear," the landlady who just brought tea shook her head and said disapprovingly, "Gender stereotyping is not a thing."

Watson took the teacup, subconsciously sat down on the sofa according to the landlady's polite words, and at the same time did not forget to ask, "Uh, so—"

Watson originally wanted to inquire about the relationship between the other party and his other roommate Holmes, but as soon as he sat down on the sofa, he heard the little girl exclaim "Oh".

The little girl has not yet entered the voice-changing period, and she has a milky voice when she speaks. This exclamation is also light and ethereal. Although it did not cause much panic, it still made Watson stand up from the sofa subconsciously: " What's wrong?"

Sophia took out a skull from where Watson sat just now, patted the top of 'it' with lingering fear, and then said to Watson with a smile: "I forgot that Mr. Skull was sitting here, I almost crushed him! "

Giving a name to a skull is not the most surprising thing, what is even more surprising is that Sophia quickly put this 'Mr. Skull' on the table, and even carefully adjusted the distance for 'it' , put the teacup in front of 'it'.There is a posture of having afternoon tea with Mr. Skull...

"...you call him Mr. Skull?" Watson said to Sophia in a very stiff tone.

But it was not Sophia who answered his question, but Sherlock who had just walked out of the bedroom, "Of course, this is a very obvious question, doctor."

Sherlock, who had just fallen asleep, didn't ask any questions. He directly picked up a cup of strong tea from the landlady's tea tray, and poured tons of tea down his throat.

While Sherlock was drinking tea, Sophia put down the heavy book on her lap, grabbed Sherlock's arm very naturally, and was held in the arms of the other party and bounced twice.

After drinking tea, Sherlock looked more refreshed. "By the way," he asked, twirling Sophia's pigtails, "you really don't think about finding a wife for Mr. Skull? I think the bone girl looked It looks like a good match for her."

Sophia rejected the other party's whim without hesitation: "Do you know what your behavior is called in the East, Xiali? 'Disorderly couples'."

Looking at Sherlock's actions, the landlady only noticed Sophia's braids now, one is fine and cute, and the other is crudely made, and it is clear that it is not from the same person's technique, "Sherlock, did you remove Sophia's braids again? Made it up yourself?"

Hearing Mrs. Hudson's words, Sherlock turned around as if nothing had happened, opened the refrigerator with the arm that was not held by Sophia, rummaged through the food, and replied, "I'm just experimenting."

Sherlock really doesn't understand why those girls' hands are so flexible?One poke and one stretch can braid a beautiful hairstyle.And as for him—

"..." When Sherlock used the refrigerator to evade the topic, Dr. Watson moved his crutch and changed the crutch that supported him to the other hand.

The co-rental roommate who claims to be a detective, the strange little tenant girl, Mr. Skull who is about to go on a blind date, and the landlady who can tolerate such weird things happening in her house...

Even before the official start, Watson already felt how "exciting" his co-renting journey would be.

And as a normal, ordinary person, Watson felt—very much looking forward to.

Watson, who had just come off the battlefield, didn't have much luggage. After confirming his check-in, he planned to go back with a small suitcase and pack it up.

As a result, after hearing what Watson said, Sophia stared at his legs for a few seconds, jumped off Sherlock's arms, and said enthusiastically, "Let me help you carry your luggage!"

Watson pinched the enthusiastic little girl's nose, intending to thank her for her kindness.

But Sherlock said first: "Let her go, anyway, those guys have to move their bodies."

"?" Watson didn't quite understand the meaning of Sherlock's words, but the man who seemed to be Sophia's "guardian" said so, so he had no choice but to agree to the expectant little girl.

Anyway, there was only a small box at most, he could just carry it by himself, and Sophia didn't need to do it.

——However, Watson soon realized that he was wrong.

"No, no, wait!" Watson terrifiedly stopped the man who wanted to pick up the whole bed and take it away, "I don't need to take this one away!"

Ibaraki-douji, who came out to help under the order of the little onmyoji-sama and exercised his muscles, threw the bed away again, and muttered unhappily: "What a troublesome human being."

And this is not the only "thrilling" part of this moving trip. After that, Watson stopped Shuten, who was about to tear down the door, and Hannya, who was trying to get into the suitcase...

How could these be the friends Sophia called to help move?It's just a demolition team? !Is it really okay for Sophia to be friends with this group of violent madmen?

Watson, who finally completed the task, sat exhausted on the sofa in the 'new home', looking at Sherlock with a tired face: "Sophia is your daughter?"

"...No," Sherlock glanced up at him, eyes full of helplessness of 'what rubbish reasoning are you talking about', "I picked her up."

The meaning behind the word 'pick up' is generally not good, it symbolizes abandonment and a tragic past...

"Oh——" Hearing Sherlock's narration, Watson was very considerate and conscious that he should not continue to dwell on this issue, and turned to the topic, "Actually, I shouldn't say such things, but you don't think she My circle of friends is too—"

Watson still doesn't know that the group of weird people around Sophia are actually the shikigami of the little onmyoji, let alone that Sherlock has already undergone a "big baptism" of the three views before him.

He just hoped that Sherlock would pay more attention to the range of the little girl's friends.

But before John could figure out his own words, the door of the 'new home' was suddenly pushed open.

Inspector Lestrade, who was in a hurry, ran in.

The author has something to say: In the IF line, what would happen if the person who picked up Sophia was Sherlock.

I feel that the mode of investigating the case together with the detective, the little onmyoji and the doctor is also very interesting!