[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

Under the guidance of Nelson, Sherlock quickly mastered the knowledge of science and technology from high school to university, and the next step is to conduct academic research or field expansion, which Sherlock can do well without the guidance of others .But what puzzled Nelson was that he thought Sherlock shouldn't need tutoring anymore, but he never proposed not to take classes anymore.

Although it is strange, it is very easy for him to continue to do this part-time job by continuing to attend classes. Naturally, Nelson will not refuse this high salary. Such interesting knowledge, the dissertation homework is written in spare time, and from time to time, I participate in the work of solving cases with Sherlock and write diary-style writing every day.

The seemingly overly busy life plan is very regular, and Nelson enjoys it and never tires of it. He shuttles between his home, Sherlock's home, school and the field at four o'clock every day, and the days are so full that he has no time. To think about something.

But Sherlock is different. All he has to do is reasoning besides attending classes. These two things he particularly likes are done with the same person, and as he gets along day by day, he begins to feel that Nelson is not around. tough.

In order to divert his attention and correct this abnormal dependence, he decided to write some reasoning methods-the police officers had asked him this kind of request a long time ago, either implicitly or explicitly, but it was because he was too lazy to deal with it. He didn't agree, but now he didn't want to spend his spare time in a meaningless daze, so it didn't matter if he satisfied their small request.

As soon as he thought of it, he opened his notebook and began to type quickly. The sound of typing on the keyboard continued throughout the morning, until Nelson rushed over from school to teach him.

When he entered the door, Nelson brought in a moist breath. Because the weather was getting hotter, he only wore a T-shirt, jacket and jacket with thinner material, but Sherlock judged it as "80s outdated clothes with spring clothes" Breath"—to be honest, when the phrase breath of spring came out of his mouth, Nelson twitched the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.In fact, Sherlock, who is unexpectedly innocent in terms of feelings, just wants to express the change of seasons. Nelson calls it "this poor child who has not yet had a first love".

There is no doubt that both of them have a good adrenaline boost when they are in class, and by the end of the class, it is like a lawyer completing a very tricky argument in court, exhausted but incisive.

After class, Nelson remembered one thing: when he received the text message last night, he thought it might be a prank on Sherlock's whim, so he didn't care.But judging from Sherlock's reaction today, it doesn't seem to be him.If it had been Sherlock, he would have been bragging like a kid if he did, but he didn't say anything now.This is not Sherlock's style, so it means someone else.

He didn't take it seriously, Nelson shrugged and drank the half-cold coffee in the cup in one breath, which drew Sherlock's dissatisfied stare.

He raised his wrist and looked at the electronic watch. It was only five o'clock. After he got used to it, he was not in a hurry to leave as he was at the beginning. Nelson turned his eyes around and landed on the violin, and said with great interest: "You learn violin?"

Sherlock glanced at him sideways, nodded lazily, and did not forget to twitch the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm a good student."

Nelson, who doesn't know how to play a musical instrument, wondered if he should also learn a musical instrument. Maybe it might be useful sometimes?He was a little interested, so he showed a certain degree of eagerness: "Who is the violin teacher, do you have his/her phone number?"

The vigilant person did not give him the number immediately, but looked him up and down, "There are two possibilities for you to ask for a phone number, one is that you want to learn the violin, and the other is that you are interested in her."

Nelson has made it clear that he prefers to stay single right now.He likes to understand "single nobles" as nobles who are single, and insists that this is partly true.

"No."

Nelson stared at the crisp Sherlock with wide eyes, feeling the veins throbbing in his head.He really wanted to ask why, because he really couldn't think of any reason why Sherlock would not give him his mobile phone number, for fear that he would directly veto the weird possibility of him taking away his teacher.But knowing Sherlock's stubbornness, Nelson took a deep breath and gave up asking, thinking it would be more worry-free to stop this question.

The phone rang suddenly, he unlocked the screen casually, and the number that jumped out was somewhat familiar.He remembered that it was the text message sent to him by this mobile phone number last night.He opened it strangely, and the text on it confused him a bit.

"The British Museum"

Seeing Nelson's expression, Sherlock grabbed the phone, stared at the screen for a while, and looked up at him. "It's for you to go to this place. You don't look like you know him."

Nelson nodded noncommittally, and reached out to get back the phone: "It's probably just a prank, I don't plan to go."

Sherlock said suddenly, "You'll regret it if you don't go."

Nelson was taken aback, "What?"

Two or three seconds later, Nelson's cell phone rang again.Sherlock clicked on the short message, then smiled triumphantly and turned the screen in his direction.

"You will regret it if you don't go"

In fact, Nelson felt that he was not so surprised.But since the man said so...well, he admitted he was curious.Although curiosity will kill the cat, he decided to explain it again with a fallacy: he thinks he should not be a cat.

Sherlock had already put on his coat while he was thinking about it, and rushed out impatiently.Nelson smiled helplessly, and chased after him with his jacket tightly.

The British Museum, also known as the British Museum, is located in Great Russell Square on the north side of New Oxford Street.Sherlock stretched out his hand to hail a taxi, the day lily would probably be cold if he had to go.

Nelson has never been to the British National Museum, even though it is a place with a long history and a collection of many precious works of art, but given his lack of interest in history, he did not want to come to this place.Seeing this magnificent building at night, the sense of history is still undiminished.

Sherlock walked quickly, and Nelson followed behind into the gate of the museum. Before entering, he checked the time: 29:08.As it happens to be Friday, the museum doesn't close until 30:05, as opposed to 30:[-] on weekdays.

After entering the door, Sherlock's speed slowed down, because the text message only mentioned the British Museum, but did not mention the exact location.So what are you doing here?

The cell phone held in Sherlock's hand rang.

"Female History Proverbs"

Nelson was slightly taken aback when he saw the contents of the text message. Are they Chinese?Before he could figure it out, Sherlock was already running towards a certain direction, but Nelson had no choice but to chase after him first.

When Nelson saw the painting, Sherlock was staring at it and said quickly: "The painting of female historians is one of the most precious Chinese collections in the British National Museum, but I have to say how it is stored It is completely wrong. It is already a huge loss to cut a picture scroll into two pieces, and hanging it on a board will cause its damage." He pointed to the scum that fell below, "This painting It needs to be laid flat, not framed in a Japanese style."

When Sherlock introduced it, Nelson was looking at the painting seriously. The world-famous painting looked very dilapidated, and its forced and artificially broken body seemed to be crying incessantly in a foreign country.

Just then, a gunshot rang out behind them.In the already empty museum with few people at night, the resounding gunfire kept echoing above the hollow dome.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a burst of panic.Tourists began to rush towards the exit, while the security guards hurried towards the sound.

Sherlock didn't move, he just stood there watching for a while, then turned around again.

The painting is still there.

Nelson didn't feel relieved. He observed the painting carefully and always felt that something was not right.He didn't know as much relevant knowledge as Sherlock, but he found that this painting was a little different from the one he had just seen.The color is not deliberate, but it is unavoidably bright, as if... Newly painted.He expressed his conjecture uncertainly, and then found Sherlock stopped.He leaned forward and looked at it seriously for a while, then cursed in a low voice.

He turned his head away, for the first time there was a hint of surprise on his face. "We were not deceived by the gunshots, we just turned around for less than a minute. But the painting is indeed not the original one."

Nelson just looked at the painting for a while, and then suddenly said: "Let's go." Sherlock looked at him, "You shouldn't leave at this time, the thief must still be here. Even if he took the original painting, he would leave." Not far away, that person cannot have escaped from here."

Nelson also didn't know exactly what he was thinking. He just felt that any point he showed now would make people think of "the Chinese are stealing paintings from their own country", but it may also be extremely A cunning thief, just to mislead him so that he won't expose it.After all, the original way of getting it is the disgraceful practice of plundering, and it is understandable to return the property to the original owner and return it to the Chinese.

Sherlock obviously saw what Nelson was thinking, and he raised his head to meet his eyes: "This largely looks like a misleading. Things that are too easy to guess are generally not true, And even if it's the truth," Sherlock's eyes were burning, and his eyes were always fixed in direction, making even those who waver become firm. "Then the way to win it back should not be like this. Even if there have been wrong ways of plundering in our history, you have to believe that the way the Chinese get it back will be aboveboard."

Nelson looked into Sherlock's bright blue eyes, and the moment of hesitation and contradiction seemed to be suddenly clear.He nodded easily, "We shouldn't go out now, but should stay here and look at this painting."

Sherlock grinned knowingly: "I found out from the beginning that the original painting was not stolen." He looked at Nelson who also raised the corner of his mouth and said: "It was just superimposed on top of it in a hurry. If you didn't guess If I'm wrong—"

It turns out that Sherlock Holmes almost never guesses wrong.

The burglar was caught, and neither the man who fired the gun to attract attention nor the man who hid in the display wall behind the painting was not Chinese.

Nelson was inexplicably happy looking at those two people. He didn't know whether it was because he was relieved or what, at least he felt a little more relaxed when he knew that these two people were not Chinese.

When he went back, he was in a good mood. Nelson sneaked a sneak attack on Sherlock and successfully touched his head, smiling contentedly like a cat stealing fish.The spring wind is very comfortable on the face, and the temperature is just right with a bit of cool weather is Nelson's favorite.

Sherlock just gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to argue with him.It’s just that he’s planning in his mind to tell the housekeeper that he needs to add a glass of milk to three meals a day—he wants to grow taller than Nelson as soon as possible, and the damn short arms and legs will be completely gone when he grows a few years older. Judging from their family's genes, he would definitely be much taller than Nelson.

Because they were not in a hurry when they went back, the two walked back.When they arrived at Sherlock's house, Nelson and the butler smiled and were about to leave, but they were stopped.

Sherlock rolled his eyelids and said, "It's 31:31 London time, 10 minutes later than the time you agreed on; at the same time, if you take the bus home at this time, it will take about 11 minutes, waiting for you to pack up when you get home." Go to bed no earlier than 30:[-], so—”

The butler was clever enough to understand what the young master meant, and he took the conversation and said with a smile: "Then Mr. Nelson can stay for one night. Mr. Holmes and the young master are not at home, so it won't matter if you live in the guest room."

Nelson was taken aback by the chorus, then smiled with his mouth open, and said cheerfully: "Okay, as a return, I will make some snacks for you next time."

Sherlock asked with some exaggerated doubts: "You know how to make snacks?"

Nelson was still very sure about this, and he rubbed Sherlock's hair with a smile, "Don't get addicted to eating and pester me to do it."

"Unless there's heroin in it." After retorting, Sherlock angrily thought that he must drink more milk tomorrow.

Mr. Butler looked at Sherlock who didn't match his words and Nelson who was smiling, and smiled gratifiedly.

The author has something to say: the second update~Mr. Butler is very loving~