Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

The curly-haired man took a look at Karl, narrowed his gray-blue eyes slightly, and said calmly, but with a bit of arrogance in his tone, "Obviously, the lady in front of you is my fiancée. Beyond intimacy, the only thing you don't understand is that you think she has no partner."

His girl is naturally the best. From an objective point of view, she is born in a famous family, a veritable genius, and her familiarity and sensitivity to criminals is much deeper than most people. This alone is enough to attract people.

Sherlock raised his jaw slightly, with a haughty expression, snorted coldly, and stopped stating the facts.

Carl's disappointment seemed to please him, and Sherlock's eyes had a slight pride, but it quickly dissipated, as if it had never been there.

"..." Although Sherlock always deserves a beating when he speaks, Aimi Ye did not intend to refute him this time.

Of course, he didn't acquiesce that it was his fiancée's matter, it was still early, but he dispelled Carl's thoughts buried in his heart, even if Sherlock didn't say anything, Ai Miye would do that.

Don't give others hopeless expectations.

She had known this for a long time.

Because she had waited, the murderer said with a morbid smile that she would let her friend go, but she only waited for the news that her friend was dismembered and thrown into the sea.

She gradually stopped having expectations. As long as she prepared for the worst, it was expected no matter what.

After a few seconds of silence, Ai Miye explained Sherlock's words, "That's how he talks, don't take it to heart."

There was no explanation for what he said about his fiancée.

That's true.

The last extravagant hope in his heart was also wiped out, he lowered his eyes, "It's okay, it's nothing at all."

There was nothing in the first place, and he and she were not in the same world.

There should be no extravagant expectations in the first place.

The wind suddenly picked up, and before Ai Miye could respond, Sherlock pulled her into his arms. She turned her head to look at him, and only saw a star-studded sky, vast and endless.

The shallow texture is more deep and charming because of the close distance.

"Transmitting heat," he explained solemnly.

"..."

It wasn't that the temperature dropped suddenly, it was just that the wind was a bit stronger. Ai Miye didn't pierce it, but turned to Karl silently.

But he hummed softly in his heart, childish, adults would not deliberately show affection in front of rivals.

After learning about Carl's situation, Ai Miye planned to meet Ole, but it was not far away, only a few tens of meters away.

Tina was sitting in the front yard watching, when she saw someone coming, she got up and asked, "What do you want to buy? We have homemade jam and some commonly used herbs."

Tina is not very old, she doesn't look more than 20 years old. After her eyes met Sherlock, the tip of her ears suddenly turned red, and her eyes turned away very quickly, and she no longer looked at him.

A false smile appeared on Ai Miye's face, she suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Sherlock tightly, and leaned her body closer, looking very intimate.

It's rare to meet a girlfriend who is so active, and the corners of Mr. Consulting Detective's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Hello, my name is Ai Mi Ye, and this is my fiancé, Sherlock Holmes." Ai Mi Ye offered to introduce.

Ok?

Sherlock looked at the girlfriend in his arms, and tightened his grip on her shoulders. Now, she saved him a link.

That being the case...

The curly-haired man was silent, and began to think about the ring style that Ai Miye might like.

Tina froze for a moment, and the blush on her ears disappeared.

"I am very sorry for our interruption. We are here to see Mr. Black. If he would like to take a moment, I hope you can pass it on to us."

Ai Miye said politely, licked her red lips lightly, and watched the change of Tina's expression.

Women in love are Sherlock Holmes.

"Okay, well... I'll ask him now."

Tina turned and entered the house, only Aimi Ye and Sherlock were left in the empty front yard.

childish.

She judges herself.

Touching the metal edges and corners of the watch, the cold touch stimulated her, and then she belatedly remembered the word fiance she said.

"..."

It's so irrational to be influenced by a little girl at such a grown-up age.

"I'm Ole Black, what can you do for me?"

I don't know when Ole came out. He was dressed in neat and clean clothes, with a faint smile on his face. He collected herbs all the year round, so there was a scent of medicine on his body. It was not strong, but he could smell it.

Is this the one who lied?

There is still very light medicinal juice on the cuffs of the sleeves and fingertips. The clothes are clean, but the ears and temples are a little wet, which is sweat. Judging from the dust on the trouser legs, it should be that the medicine has just been collected.

Sherlock frowned, and couldn't find any mistakes in reasoning, but this person... gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"I want to ask you something, if you don't mind, Mr. Black."

Ai Miye asked politely, she was distinguishing the smell of herbs on his body.

"Of course." Ole turned sideways and let them enter the yard. A large herb was planted in the backyard, and some of them could be vaguely seen through the corridor in the front yard, and further inside was the living room.

Very simple, the color is darker, simple and clean.

The back of the chair was covered with a dark blue men's coat. Ole lifted it up, patted the dust on the back of the chair, and smiled, "Please feel free."

Aimiya paused for a moment, and originally planned to sit in the chair vacated by Ole, but for some reason, she sat in another seat.

Tina came in with water and food, took a peek at Sherlock before leaving, and left the room.

This conversation went much faster and smoother than Ai Miye imagined.

Ole is like a decent old-fashioned gentleman, neither arrogant nor impetuous, calmly answering Ai Miye's question. Regarding Carl's murder accusation, Ole said that he did not lie.

On the way home, Ai Miye was a little confused. She thought that Ole was a glib person who could find out the truth with a little questioning, not to mention Sherlock was by her side.

But Ole didn't talk or act the way she thought.

"Eliminate all the impossible, and what remains, however incredible, is the truth."

The person on the wooden chair closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the inside was chaotic and crimson, his knuckle fingers tugged at the collar, the skin color at the collarbone was broken, and the inside was even paler.

He silently looked at the man tied up in front of him, whose appearance was almost the same as his.

Holding a silver pistol in his slender and well-defined hand, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the man who was tied up.

Close your eyes.

I said I won't let you get hurt again.