[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

Before Nelson opened his eyes, he smelled the faint smell of disinfectant from the tip of his nose.He opened his eyes, and the window beside him was being washed by the pattering rain, hitting it vigorously, and then dripping down with the current.

When the sound of hurried footsteps came, Nelson turned his head with a premonition, but there was no expected bang. The door was treated gently and quietly when it was pushed open.The boy who came in froze slightly when he met his waking eyes, and then he returned to normal and stared at him, "You can always make the wrong move at the wrong time, you unlucky bastard who is stupid enough to be knocked into the air .”

It's just that this time his poisonous tongue didn't work as it should, because his current image is really terrible.The originally fluffy curly hair was wet and lost its shape due to the heavy rain, as if it had been crushed by an electric baking pan, and it was too docile to rest on the forehead.The child didn't have an umbrella in his hand, but Nelson was not surprised. He just confirmed that he looked at the sun still high outside the window, and grinned at Sherlock: "It seems that this fox rain made our Sherlock Mister miscalculated, huh?"

Sherlock scorns him with a squint, as a sign of grave contempt for his schadenfreude.

He took off his overcoat, which had become extremely heavy after absorbing water, and set it aside to dry, then straightened his collar.Obviously, the wet clothes sticking to his body made him very uncomfortable.But now there are no spare clothes, and there is no way to take them off.

At this time, Nelson pressed the button on the bedside, and after the nurse arrived soon, he sincerely asked for a hospital gown for Sherlock.After the nurse left, Nelson stuffed the clothes into Sherlock's hands: "Put it on first, or you might catch a cold in a while."

Sherlock, who was going to sternly reject him, started to change his clothes depressedly under a sudden and fierce sneeze.Nelson watched with great interest as Sherlock's long, bony fingers unbuttoned the buttons one by one from top to bottom, and then took them off neatly, revealing his lean and strong upper body.The remaining water stains slid down the well-shaped collarbone and landed on the thick carpet.

Sherlock raised his eyes, put on the hospital gown, and began to attack with a calm tone: "Dear Nelson, I have to say, you smile very obscenely."

After hearing this, Nelson grinned unconsciously, and whistled in a coordinated manner.And he succeeded in getting a white eye full of white eyes and a sneer.

Because of Sherlock's request, Nelson was the only one to live in the double ward, so he sat down on the bed opposite Nelson as a matter of course, and took a look at the thick layer of gauze on the other's head. Politely said. "I'm sure you've lost your mind after breaking your head, Nelson."

Nelson, who was used to it, didn't react too much. He was smiling and wanted to refute that he was still a teacher, but he heard a scream in the corridor outside.Then there was a commotion, and the loud sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The two looked at each other, and quickly went outside. In the chaos, they pushed through the crowd and came to the ward diagonally opposite. Through the door, they could see that in the bathroom facing the door of the double ward, there was a person placed as Strange posture: She was sitting on the toilet with the lid closed, neatly dressed, her eyes were still open as if she didn't understand what happened, the white coat was painted with strange patterns, what message was the murderer conveying.

Sherlock noticed a small needle hole on the left side of the deceased's neck, and the cause of death may have been injected with some kind of lethal substance.The knots used to secure it were clumsily tied, so either the man's fingers were somewhat handicapped or the killer wore gloves, so fingerprints weren't the best way to find clues.

Nelson, who was a little dazed, obviously didn't expect that he would happen to encounter such a thing in the hospital. In fact, he suspected that with the frequency of murders in this world, the risk factor should be exponentially increased by the world he was in before.He looked thoughtfully at the boy in front of him who was gifted and had a very distinctive personality.In fact, this is not the first time I have thought of this, but every world seems to have a so-called center—that is, no matter where I go, something will always happen to that person, and the place I used to pass the time Comic books are somewhat similar - protagonists, with distinct personalities, distinct personalities, unique strengths, and the ability to save/destroy the world.

Thinking of this, he laughed a little, but when he looked up and saw the dead girl, his brows were tightly frowned, and his lips were drawn into a line again.If my guess is not wrong, then Sherlock is very likely to be the center of this world, and from his character, strong reasoning ability and IQ, if I am with him, there is always a certain possibility There will be murders happening at any time.These things cannot be prevented by one's own power. It can only be said that even if he leaves Sherlock because of this, what should happen will still happen.So he didn't want to leave boringly, but wondered if he could do his part to catch the murderer earlier.

Sherlock had done a lot of analysis while he was thinking about these things, but now wasn't the time so he just ran them through his head quickly, then turned around dissatisfied when the police's voice sounded.

The policeman looked familiar—that was Nelson's first thought, and the next thing he recalled, this policeman was the one who told them to leave at the previous scene.

At this time, he didn't have the smile he had when we met last time, but observed the situation with some seriousness, and when he saw Sherlock and Nelson, he was a little surprised and said, "Why are you here?"

Sherlock, whose thoughts were interrupted, shouted unceremoniously: "Can't you see the gauze on his head? Even if you can't see such obvious features, you should be able to notice the hospital gown he is wearing, right? And Don't get me wrong, I'm not sick, I'm only wearing this very aesthetically unappealing outfit because it's wet."

The policeman raised his eyebrows, and it could be seen that he had a good temper, because he was not angry after being blocked by such a machine-gun-like rhetoric, but turned to Nelson and said, "Are you the guardian of this child? This is not where you can The place where it came from will be investigated by us, and the scene cannot be destroyed, so please take this child back to your ward immediately, and we will ask you to make a statement if necessary."

Nelson also knew that he couldn't stay here now, so he nodded politely and pulled the reluctant Sherlock back to the ward.

Just after closing the door, Sherlock shook off his hand in dissatisfaction, "Why do you want to leave, don't you need the scene, this is simply a perfect opportunity. I don't think that group of people can't even see the reason why you are in the hospital The cops who came out were able to crack this premeditated murder."

Nelson sighed, and he patted the head of some fried-haired kid reassuringly, "Dear Sherlock, don't worry about missing the opportunity, because judging from the current situation, the police will definitely come to us Asking questions." Anxiety is a characteristic of children, and it seems that even the clever Sherlock is not exempt from it.

Sherlock, who understood what Nelson meant, curled his lips and walked around the room a little excitedly.Nelson propped his head on the side, wondering what he was thinking, and was startled by Sherlock who suddenly stopped and slapped his right hand with his left hand.

"Why?" Nelson asked suspiciously, looking at Sherlock who was beaming as if he had made a decision.

"Thanks to you," Sherlock said happily, "I didn't feel so obvious last time, but now I'm sure I like this wonderful sense of accomplishment." He paused, and then seemed to be announcing What the heck, "I'm going to be a detective! But not with the cops, those stupid thoughts and ramblings will lower my IQ - I'll let them know mine, and they won't be able to solve the case later When the time comes, they will think of me the first time and ask me for help. That feeling must be wonderful, well, I don’t need them to pay me.”

Nelson didn't know whether he should be astonished or take it for granted-Sherlock is indeed suitable for this job, his extraordinary reasoning ability and high IQ have laid a very high foundation for him to go far in the future-but the problem Yes, he is only ten years old now.A ten-year-old child... Nelson thought about what he was doing when he was ten years old, and deeply felt that he was indeed an ordinary and lovely child.

He didn't discourage Sherlock's enthusiasm. In fact, he felt that Sherlock's ability was worth several adult detective teams even though he was too young now.And he quickly thought of the wish of the main body, and then looked at the child who seemed to be shining brightly in front of him, he suddenly felt that the future was bright.

This is simply living moving material!This is really a blessing from God.

He decided to use Sherlock as the prototype to create an amazing and sought-after character, and the way of describing it was a diary style that few people would use-he absolutely believed that the dialogue would be extremely exciting and creative. If so, people who suffer from light damage can turn a corner and take care of a street.

So he showed great enthusiasm for this, warmly praised Sherlock's idea, and said that he would give the greatest support and help within his ability, in exchange for Sherlock's vigilant glance.

Because Nelson's condition is not serious, the doctor allowed him to go home to recuperate. As long as he doesn't touch the water and hits him again when he has nothing to do, he will be fine.

It is precisely because of this that Sherlock is completely indifferent to the injury of a wounded person. He insists that the problem inside the head is more serious than the external trauma——

Nelson: "Sherlock, you are really enough."

Sherlock smiled unceremoniously, his fluffy black curly hair fluttering in the wind against his white and neat teeth.

Three months cannot change a person, but it can change people's attitude and impression of a person.

The name of Sherlock Holmes has become a troublesome and reliable symbol in the police station. This ten-year-old child has become a guiding light in accident-prone cases. Youhen's thin lips can not only spray out venom that makes people want to bury themselves, but can also give extremely correct guidance, leading these policemen who have stood up long ago to the right direction.

It is not clear what kind of contradictory existence Sherlock is to the police, but at least for Nelson, Sherlock has brought him a creative passion like a spring.As he expected, during his time with Sherlock, they attended classes during the day and went out to find cases together at night. Smart police have learned to proactively notify Sherlock.Nelson seriously doubts that this way of making them much easier will sooner or later make them dependent on Sherlock, in fact, it can be said that they have already seen the first signs.

Under Nelson's urging, Sherlock would not bluntly reveal to a female police officer that she had a one-night stand with her colleague last night-for this reason, this sharp and high-intelligence kid did not The police officers hate it, and even Nelson, who has been with Sherlock, once saw a female police officer try to kiss his face-oh, so far Nelson still thinks that scene is very scary when he recalls it- Sherlock almost wanted to skin her, God knows what kind of little devil he is under his handsome face.Tsk, it's really unreasonable.

But as far as Nelson is concerned, because he is both a tutor and a partner to some extent, they spend almost every day together, and their relationship has naturally improved by leaps and bounds—"Sherlock is not as cold-hearted as he seems, The awkward boy hasn't learned how to show his kindness"—this is what Nelson said to Mycroft, smiling, when his brother looked like some kind of strange mutant liver color, Full of fantastic colors.

Thinking of this, Nelson smiled slightly, and quickly wrote on the letter paper with the pen in his hand: "One more thing, SH has a tutor who understands and loves him very well."

After finishing writing, he went to bed satisfied - the next day he had to give that kid a physics lesson required in the cooperation.At this moment, his mobile phone rang extremely rarely, and the screen lit up to indicate that he had received a text message.

Unfamiliar number.

"I hacked your phone number."

The author has something to say: the first update~ A certain person who has finished the exam will start daily updates from today to the end, okay?

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