Doctor Who and Tsundere Detective

"Where am I?" Mozart opened his eyes and felt that everything in front of him was spinning. He felt that his body was not so sticky and no longer exuded a strange smell. Instead, he felt refreshed after taking a bath. Mozart is not sober, he doesn't know if all this is real, maybe all this is his fantasy after drinking, in a trance, he only saw two fair figures in different red bathtubs, and then there was a whirl of alcohol The stamina made him faint again.

"What?" The Doctor held the tub and stretched his neck to look around. He saw Mozart's slightly propped up body fell on the big bed again. The Doctor sighed and took the brush and sat back in the tub to brush his back. Feeling that the water is not hot enough, continue to press the sonic screwdriver twice to start heating, and then continue to soak to make his already fair body even fairer.

Sherlock doesn't like to take a bath like the Doctor, he doesn't have any obsession with it... At least he won't soak for two hours like the Doctor, and Sherlock puts on the clothes prepared for him by the proprietress after taking a bath, It doesn't fit very well, the clothes are a little narrow, but the shoes are just right. The gentleman's three-piece suit is very harmonious on Sherlock, as if he should be at this time. Although the heels of the shoes are a bit high, but for the moment These shoes are very practical for this kind of road conditions. Although wearing high heels is a bit awkward for Sherlock, it is better than nothing in this situation.

Sherlock looked at the interior of this house is very simple, the toilet is set up by the window, the drainage system of this period is still under construction, the style of the downtown area is still in a backward state, and the way people deal with excrement is to pour it out of the window It can be seen that the two black umbrellas erected by the door are the best way to deal with "foreign objects", at least for this era.

"knocking"

"Come in!" The Doctor was still yelling in the bathtub... He didn't mind and didn't know if he minded if his naked body could be shown to outsiders, but it was still inappropriate for a lady.

Sherlock opened a crack in the door, and he knew it was Amy: "The Doctor is still in the bath...he doesn't mind, so would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

Amy is wearing a skirt with a fluffy bustle, but it can be seen that the skirt has passed through Amy's hands. The skirt does not drag on the ground. The long sleeves let her cut off half of them, and the maroon tutu skirt lets her transform it. The original Rococo style of clothing has now been transformed into a Lolita style. Oh, as for why Amy changed her skirt, maybe you will understand a little bit by looking at the muddy street beside the street. Her hair is slightly wet and one side is pulled down Don't put one side behind the ear, wearing a dark blue roll-brimmed top hat slanted on the head, holding a fairly small white umbrella in one hand, it seems that Amy also understands the function of this umbrella.

"O~K~!" Amy's tone turned a few times, and she couldn't help stretching her neck when she heard Sherlock say that the Doctor was taking a bath. After she finished speaking, Sherlock opened the door to let Amy in. After all, the era she lived in was open Well, it's not a big deal for a woman to stay in the same room with a man who is taking a shower, since we are all adults anyway, Doctor doesn't care about him and there is nothing to shy away from.

"Hey, Amy! Mozart woke up just now but fell asleep again just now, oh yes! Rubber duck, I didn't expect that I still have a rubber duck in my pocket." The Doctor just sat in the tub and said balabala , and then naively pulling the rubber duck like a child, and some toys taken out of his almost four-dimensional pocket, playing a toy war in the bathtub.

"Oh, this is so loving!" Amy sat on the couch with a cup of black tea and looked at the Doctor who was playing in the bathtub in the side room. I have to say that this scene really inspired maternal love. Arouse desire [anti-harmony], which will make people feel like an ignorant child. The fact that Doctor is defenseless against people makes it really relaxing to get along with him. After Amy looks at the child-like The Doctor looked away, and she looked at Sherlock who was standing aside and fiddling with Mozart. Her long height made Sherlock in this suit look extraordinarily harmonious, as if he belonged to a gentleman of this era, with curly black hair Because of the slightly dampness, he pressed it back against the scalp. In short, Sherlock has combed his hair back and is wearing a black double-breasted tuxedo with a gray vest and a white shirt. The white scarf is tucked into the vest. , the clothes were a little tight, accentuating Sherlock's sturdy figure, oh!This beautiful sight would make any woman swallow hard, trust me, because Amy swallowed hard involuntarily, so Amy diverted her attention and asked, "When will he finish the soak? "

"What? Oh, Doctor, according to Mrs. Hudson's performance, and the humidity in the bathroom before, the Doctor will soak for about two to three hours." Sherlock turned around and looked at the clock on the fireplace, "From just now until now It's been less than an hour..."

The sky was gradually getting dark, and when Doctor was playing vigorously, he suddenly felt the presence of two eyes, as if staring at him, he grabbed the brush and turned around suddenly, throwing foam all over the place, turning around he just Seeing two people with bored faces, Amy and Sherlock had almost figured out every question and answer in the room. Only half an hour had passed, and the last two were so bored that they stared at the Doctor watching him The small plot with toys in the bathtub is quite interesting...

After that, the Doctor looked at the two people in embarrassment and asked him if he took too long to wash, and then one of them nodded and the other shook his head for an answer. After that, the long bath time finally passed, and then the three asked the proprietress for dinner, and then After drinking some wine and playing wildly for a while, they all took a rest.

It wasn't until the next day that Mozart gradually woke up. Mozart rubbed his forehead and thanked the Doctor. It seemed that Mozart had been picked up when he was drunk. Sherlock handed over a glass of pickle juice, which was said to be the boss's wife After taking a sip, Mozart's entire facial features twisted together. It seems that the taste of this pickle juice is really not very good, but the effect is very good. At least Mozart realized that he did not know the three people present. up.

"Who are you?" Mozart looked at the three well-dressed people in front of him with a painful face after drinking the pickle juice. Although he thought the skirt of this girl was weird, he had to say that it was in the lower city Very practical, at least not dirty.

"I'mAmy. This is Sherlock and Doctor [Doctor]" Amy rushes to introduce them. Mozart is pretty good-looking, with a small nose but the tip of the nose is slightly longer than that of ordinary people. Mozart's skin is still clean after washing. It's so white that it doesn't even have sunburn marks, unlike the black and white stains on my body when I first met.

"Doctor? I'm not crazy. How many times have I told my father that I don't need a doctor!" Mozart frowned. He thought Doctor was another psychiatrist recommended by his father. Although psychiatrists in this period are not the same as before They will lock people up in a lunatic asylum and allow them to be beaten and humiliated, but those so-called electric shock and cold water immersion treatments are absolutely disliked. Of course, most psychologists in this era are in favor of treating people like pet dogs with compulsory sticks The policy changes others, and Mozart's father believes that his current depravity is caused by the psychological pressure caused by the conflict with the archbishop, so his father has been finding some psychologists for him intermittently in the past few years, which led to Mozart gets a headache when he hears 'Doctor'.

"What? Are you seeing a psychiatrist? Oh...you misunderstood that I'm not a psychiatrist, I'mnotaDoctor [doctor]. I'mDoctor [doctor]." The Doctor fell into a state of confused language and unclear explanations, He said Doctor, Doctor over and over again eagerly, originally trying to explain clearly to others, but in the end even he himself couldn't figure out which Doctor or Doctor represented which one.

In the end, Sherlock couldn't stand the Doctor's scrambling, so he couldn't figure out what he was talking about, so he stood up and said to the Doctor: "He said that he is not a psychologist hired by your father. He is a Doctor who represents academic achievements." The Doctor [Doctor] of my family, and Doctor is his name."

"This is so funny!" Amy couldn't help laughing looking at the two people in front of her, isn't it really interesting! She can remember the doctor's flustered look with a smile for a lifetime, how interesting, plus Sherlock couldn't stand the frown, I don't know if it's because of River's words, she feels more and more about Sherlock and Doctor getting along The pattern is like an old married couple, it's funny like a wife who is in trouble is rescued by her husband.

After Amy laughed, the Doctor frowned and looked at Amy with a puzzled look, and then said to Sherlock: "Thank you! Yes, it's Mozart's turn to talk about it now, why did you become like this?"

There is a reason why Mozart is like this. The genius in his childhood is a small part of the factors that lead to him now. We all know that gifted children will be valued by their parents and given high expectations and focus on nurturing them. Being stereotyped and over-trimmed into what they want to look like, but such results often indicate that genius is blunted and inspired, but this is only a small part of the reason, which is only why Mozart goes to the pub to drink.

At first Mozart only wandered around the surrounding pubs in the upper city, until he met a man with a strange hat that smelled of sea water. He recommended Mozart to the Siren Bar, and it was recommended several times. At first Mozart was drinking and drinking. I really felt the burst of inspiration, but I don't know if it was too much alcohol or something, he fell asleep with a headache, and when he woke up again, all he could recall was the torment of hangover and headache. Last night He can't remember the so-called inspiration, only the rich smell of sea water and wine on the tip of his nose is so rich and real...

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