Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

"now what?"

At that time it was a special situation so we kissed, so what about now?

The wind outside the window gently stroked the curtains, lifting Ai Miye's hair. Her eyes were like streams in the valley, clear and transparent, possessing the vastness of the sea and the brilliance of stars.

He smelled the sweet scent on her body, the fragrance swaying from the delicate flowers when they were in full bloom, as if she was rejecting, but also as if inviting, like a beautiful enchantress.

The deep blue eyes stared at him, and the cherry lips parted slightly, "Do you know why I didn't have any childhood records when you first investigated me?"

Ai Miye lowered her head and took off her contact lenses.

"Because I can see a person's life," she said softly, "I can see when people are going to die."

The only thing I can't see is when I'm going to die.

She tried to save those who were about to die, but no matter what, those people still died at the appointed time.

But it wasn't entirely accurate, she had never seen someone who extended the time of death, she had only seen one who died prematurely.

Because the time she can see is the external cause of death, if people commit suicide before that, then the time she sees is wrong.

Even if she doesn't want to make mistakes like this, she doesn't want to see people's death dates.

When she was young, she was involved in a murder case because of this incident. Before the forensic doctor deduced the time of death of the body, no one knew the exact time of death of the body, but she knew that before the death of the victim, she revealed The time of the person's death, and it turned out that the person did die at the time she said, and she became a suspect.

After that, she said it twice, and these two times, it worked later.

Kailin deleted the records related to this, and also hypnotized her, so that she would no longer reveal the time of death of others subconsciously.

"But I can't see the date of your death, Sherlock." Her eyes were in full bloom, and her thin white fingers gently stroked his lips. "I don't want to take risks."

She doesn't want to establish a stable relationship with someone who may die at any time, and doesn't want to be frightened, because she can't bear the loss, she doesn't even have the desire to possess.

This was the first time he saw her eyes, and the first time he saw violet eyes.

She hasn't shown her pupil color to people for more than ten years, because she doesn't trust anyone, and before this moment, he wasn't trusted by her either.

But the first time she had shown him her complete trust, it was in order to reject him.

You can believe him, but not accept him.

Because he is an unknown, a variable, she cannot accept putting her emotions into the unknown.

Everyone is afraid of the unknown, even her.

"So you chose her because she's the longest-lived you've ever seen?" He was referring to the receptionist who had left her her phone number.

Ai Miye pursed her lips slightly, and her long jet-black hair was pushed back to her shoulders, "On the contrary, she will die at noon tomorrow. It looks like you have a case."

Sherlock: "..."

At noon the next day, just as Ai Miye put on her clothes and was about to knock on the door of Sherlock's room, the door was opened.

"You're not wearing any clothes." Ai Miye looked at the white sheet wrapped around Sherlock's body.

"The function of clothes is to cover the body and keep warm. Obviously, my sheets have done that." The person without shame said lightly.

"I'll give you 3 minutes to change, and we'll go to the scene of the crime." She turned to prepare breakfast, but Sherlock suddenly grabbed her arm.

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"How do you know that she was killed by man and not by natural factors." His voice was low, like a mechanical operation, cold and without fluctuation.

"A reasoning game?" She smiled, "Her hair is soft and smooth, obviously she cares about her beautiful long hair, so she often does hair care, and the lipstick she uses is a luxury brand, if these don't explain her financial situation, her $50 bag and $[-] watch would also prove her financial situation."

"But she is just a cashier. We can make three speculations. One, she is involved in drug trafficking and smuggling;

"If I hadn't seen the injection hole on the inside of her arm, maybe I would have guessed she was a rich man's mistress."

"People who were associated with drugs died at such a young age. I haven't seen a few of them die naturally." She shrugged. "Of course, it is also possible that she had a heart attack or something."

Crime scene.

Lestrade led the way, and said as he walked, "The deceased died of excessive blood loss. You can see the scene of the crime."

The reason why he said this is because the deceased locked himself in the bathroom, and the entire door and window were taped. Only the fingerprints of the deceased were detected on the tape.

It looked more like a suicide scene.

Sherlock knelt down to check the bottom of the door, and then watched the lock for a few seconds. His sharp eyes scanned the entire bathroom like a scanner.

"Sherlock." Ai Miye stood in the bathroom and looked at the tape on the door frame, "Come in and have a look."

He walked in and followed her gaze to look at the tape on the door frame, and with just one glance, he discovered the loophole for killing people in the secret room.

There is almost no pressure on the tape on the side of the doorknob, and the tape on the other side is firmly stuck to the wall, it can be seen that it is the result of pressing hard, but the side of the doorknob is not, indicating that it is pre-applied, murderer With the door closed, those tapes will slowly stick to the edges, but not enough since there is no pressure.

If the deceased committed suicide, the pressure on the tape on both sides should be the same, and the fingerprint detection does not have the fingerprint of the deceased on every piece of tape, which also proves that the deceased did not commit suicide, otherwise the tape was prepared by herself, she could not Will wipe off fingerprints by itself.

"Have you noticed that the crime scene is getting closer to 221B Baker Street?" She patted the curly-haired man on the shoulder, "The crime scene was seventeen kilometers away from us a month ago, nine kilometers away three weeks ago, two weeks ago It was four kilometers before, 700 meters a week ago, and less than 100 meters this time."

"To be precise, it is 86 meters."

"Is it too late to move away from Baker Street?"