[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

Neither Sherlock nor Nelson are satisfied with acquiring knowledge from books. In fact, since Sherlock generously showed his unique laboratory to his young teacher, Nelson burst out with great enthusiasm.

"Don't stick to books, develop diffuse thinking as much as possible to broaden your horizons—you've done a good job of that," Nelson said, carefully replacing the test tube in his hand, "So we just started from What you learned in the textbook: Do you have any interesting thoughts about atropine?"

Sherlock was obviously in a good mood, and he brushed the curly hair on his forehead - he preferred this kind of teaching method that allowed him to express himself freely rather than a long paragraph of straightforward narration of theoretical knowledge. "A very common alkaloid, this poisonous white crystalline substance can be used in medicine, it can inhibit the secretion of glands and make the heart beat faster, but due to dependence, the dose needs to be controlled. What should be paid special attention to is that it can It raises the pressure in the eye, which causes a colored ring when looking at the light source—that is, rainbow vision.” He paused, and found that Nelson was listening attentively, without the slightest disgust or jealousy that the other teachers showed Emotions, the mood became more relaxed. "And from here I came up with an interesting idea that atropine can also be used as an experimental material to make hallucinogens."

"Yes, it can indeed, and the representative of hallucinogens is lysergic acid diethylamide, or LSD for short. If this is what you think of, that's good." Nelson's eyes brightened, and his eyes encouraged Signaled to Sherlock that would be nice.

Sherlock, who was affirmed, seemed very happy. At home, except for Mycroft, he could hear him say these things sometimes, and his parents didn't want to take the time - and in fact they couldn't understand them even if they listened.

Nelson took out a notebook from the school bag he brought. This detachable book was chosen by him intentionally, so that one day he might need to take out a certain page.

He turned to the relevant page, took it out, and handed it to him with a smile: "Homework, can you also say it is a gift?" After Sherlock took it, he explained, "This is the record report of my previous experiments in the school laboratory. , there are many interesting tricks and reaction phenomena recorded in detail above, you should like it."

In fact, it was just a whim, but Nelson felt that he admired this extraordinary student very much. The extraordinary learning ability he showed was amazing, but he did not lose his love. At least Nelson liked the way he got along with this student.

He accepted it awkwardly, but his brows were not good at concealing a trace of expectation, and he glanced at it at a very fast speed, Sherlock's beautiful blue eyes sparkled.

He raised his chin, and tried his best to create an illusion of overlooking with his disadvantaged height: "I accepted the gift, I have to say that in this respect, you are more talented than those old men who have taught for decades in school. "

"Thank you for the compliment," Nelson opened his mouth, revealing a whole row of white and neat teeth, "but to be honest, I want to be more about reasoning than this kind of talent, such as solving cases." He shrugged, somewhat Said regretfully.

Sherlock quickly moved his eyes away from Nelson's open schoolbag, which contained a copy of "Clues and Horses", and the gilded cursive characters were very conspicuous.He looked up and down Nelson with interest, and hugged his chest pretending to be deep.

"You seem to be very interested in reasoning, but this can't be satisfied by just reading detective novels - you need the scene, and from your current status, it's a bit difficult, you can't even get close." Sherlock Said firmly, and Nelson did not refute, just raised an eyebrow and waited for his next words.

A hint of slyness flashed quickly in Sherlock's eyes, he drew his tone and pressed his curly hair: "Since I am very satisfied with you as my teacher, if you can teach the rest of the courses, I can Thinking about helping you." God knows what the physics teacher who drinks all day is thinking, the smell on his body is probably able to kill a sow successfully.In order to win this more likeable teacher to teach him, he added his own conditions, "I have a way to let you understand the scene."

Nelson stared at his confident blue eyes, looked calmly at his slightly nervous and lined lips, and bent his eyes.He noticed that Sherlock had used "understand" instead of "see".Therefore, partly because he believed that Sherlock's weird ideas might really help, and partly because he found it interesting, he finally said, "Okay."

Sherlock's surprised eyes deepened his smile a bit, and he reached out his hand again to try to pat Sherlock's curly hair, but this time he was not avoided.Sherlock's awkward appearance made Nelson hold back a smile and endure it very hard. Sure enough, no matter how high IQ he has and how excellent his logical thinking mode is, he is still just a ten-year-old boy.The tactile feel of the hands...is nice.

"I'll tell my father, as long as you agree, there will be no problem." Sherlock patted Nelson's hand away, saying a little dissatisfied.

Nelson nodded, and stuffed a piece of pear prepared by the butler into his mouth, which made his voice a bit slurred: "I have to hand in my paper tomorrow morning, and I will come to you at two o'clock in the afternoon Attend class."

Sherlock looked at him with his hands in his pockets, sneered at his appearance, and hummed.

Nelson breathed a sigh of relief after swallowing, packed up his things and waved to Sherlock. "Then today's class will end here first, and I will go first."

"Do you still have a part-time job?" Nelson was taken aback by Sherlock's abrupt words, then shook his head and laughed. "Thanks to you, the salary I will get is enough for my own living expenses, and I can do what I want to do in other time."

"Then, the agreement between us will be implemented after class is over tomorrow, and I will make some preparations today." Sherlock looked a little excited, perhaps a little eager to try.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Nelson put on his scarf, waved his hand with a smile, pushed the door and left.

After taking the bus and returning to his apartment, he changed into his home clothes and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at his desk and stared blankly at the inkwell at the corner of the desk for a while.On a whim, he took out a pen and letter paper, and scribbled down a topic——

The Diary of Nelson.

After the second day's class ended, Nelson packed up his things and leaned aside to watch Sherlock put on a well-fitting black windbreaker, looking radiant and full of confidence.He walked in front, and after talking to the surprised butler who came up to him, he turned his head and blinked at Nelson.

So Nelson promised the housekeeper that Sherlock would be home by ten o'clock at night.

Sherlock was quite normal when he left the house, but after leaving the sight of the house, he suddenly took off his hat and jumped up, almost startling Nelson.

He looked at a certain excited curly-haired kid with a bit of a smile, this kid really...does whatever comes to mind.

"Okay, Sherlock, where are we going now?" Since the exchange between them was that Sherlock would be responsible for letting him understand the scene, it was natural to ask him.

Sherlock's footsteps were fast, but because he was younger than Nelson, the two were still walking side by side.As he walked, he was obviously well prepared. "I checked the latest reports. For three consecutive months, every day someone died of a heart attack, and the cause was an overdose of medication. This is obviously not a coincidence. The police have not yet caught the prisoner. This proves that they can't get enough evidence to find the murderer." Sherlock took a breath and continued: "The places where they died are all in the same place, obviously the prisoner let them go after being forced to overdose, and Everyone dies of the attack before they can call for help. Our chances are—Richmond Street is the main road in the city, and it is impossible to block it for a long time because it is an indirect scene. That is, we will go there first and then Let’s figure out where the real scene is.”

"But there is a lot of traffic on Richmond Street, and if the police don't block it, then the traces of the original scene must have been eliminated. We probably won't get any useful information." Nelson thought for a while.

Sherlock, who heard this, showed an incredible expression, and he looked at Nelson as if he was looking at a fool. "Leaving aside how bad those stupid police officers are, do you think I'd be that stupid to do something meaningless?" He slowed down a little and looked him up and down. "Don't you even read the date, Nelson?"

After Nelson froze for a moment, he stopped abruptly.He raised his arm, and the diamond-encrusted wristwatch made his eyes hurt under the light of the street lamps—but that's not the point, the small black cursive letters made his head hurt even more.

"Nov. 1st"

...For the first time, he wanted to beat his chest and feet for his slowness.