Living in Caoying, heart in Han

It is only natural for Ye Liang and Huasheng to become friends. They have similar temperaments, and they are both soft on the outside and tough on the inside.John invited Ye Liang to visit Baker Street several times, but Sherlock was noncommittal about it. Most of the time, he was like a big bear kid, lazily wearing pajamas, trying to blend in with the sofa, shooting all kinds of things on the wall with a gun. pattern, which scared the landlady half to death.

"B! (Boring)" is the most frequent word that comes out of Sherlock Holmes' mouth.

In response to this, the little military doctor rolled his eyes, took the skull away from the coffee cup, added some hot milk to Ye Liang's coffee, and smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Where was it last time?" John asked.

Ye Liang hung the windbreaker and hat on the hanger, leaned the unused umbrella against the corner, took off the scarf and walked to the table, and said in a gentle voice: "I will help you publish the stories on the blog. Of course, the copyright fee belongs to you and Sherlock Holmes." I'm just running errands, sir."

Although Moriarty's organization is a transnational criminal gang, there is still a regular company as a shell on the surface. When developing business a few years ago, William Cato dealt with many gray industries, and more in the past two years. To deal with the affairs on the surface.It was unclear whether this was Moriarty's trust or suspicion.

But Ye Liang didn't care, he was happy not to commit crimes, and part of his business was book publishing.After reading Dr. Watson's blog, he felt that these detective stories had great business opportunities, so he proposed the idea of ​​publishing them for him.

Of course John is very happy, but he is just a recorder after all, and the person involved is Sherlock.If the consulting detective does not speak, the military doctor will definitely respect the choice of the roommate.

"I refuse." Sherlock sat up from the sofa like a living corpse, and said coldly with no expression on his face, "Being famous will affect my investigation of the case, and I don't want to be recognized everywhere I go. "

"But you didn't refuse me to write you up at the beginning." John Tracy replied

"So someone has already called my name on the street." Holmes' horse face was full of sarcasm. Seeing the military doctor's slightly regretful expression, he paused and added with a smirk, "Forget it...just write Write it, publish it, maybe it will be more challenging.”

His gray-green eyes narrowed, and he stood directly on the sofa, howling like an irritable wild animal: "B! Are criminals all over the world going on vacation? We can't come up with exciting cases! How many more deaths? personal?!"

"Sherlock!" John yelled expertly, without looking back, like a single dad with a cub.

The detective's face was full of displeasure, and he muttered: "Coffee, add milk, no sugar, thank you."

"I'm not your butler." The military doctor complained, but his body was much more honest than his mouth. He walked over with a coffee pot, poured it into the detective's special cup, poured fresh hot milk, and handed it to the detective.

Watching the detective lower his head and drink his coffee honestly, the single father heaved a sigh of relief, finally he could be quiet for 10 minutes.

Ye Liang looked at Potato Γ but didn't say anything, Sherlock glanced up at him from the mug, with a scrutiny-like coldness, and then lowered his eyes again.

Sherlock never let go of his vigilance, but he never said anything to John.

John and Ye Liang talked about publishing. It was the first time for the military doctor to write a book, and he was careful when reading the contract.And Ye Liang himself, as the person in charge of the publishing house, of course gave John Xianer as much as possible. The two sides quickly reached a consensus.

"Well, I've consulted my friends who are lawyers, and you paid more than what they said." John licked his chin. This was a generous reward. He had just returned to the UK and was already a little nervous financially.

Of course, as a roommate, Sherlock treats him very badly. He usually buys groceries and daily necessities. He only uses Sherlock's card, and the latter doesn't even bother to ask.John always suspected that even if he broke Sherlock one day and ran away, the latter would find him without hesitation and easily, muttering to him to make coffee.

John, amused by his own imagination, gave a low chuckle.

But it's one thing for Sherlock not to care, it's another for him to always rely on his roommates for help.If the publishing agreement with Cato is agreed, at the worst, you can get a guarantee of [-] pounds, and then it depends on the reader's purchase share.

"According to the data of best-selling books in previous years, as well as the number of fans and reading volume of your blog, I will help you to make a concentrated publicity... Well, I think this number is no problem." Ye Liang compared the numbers with his hands and won. Come to the doctor and say "wow".

Facing the money transaction in the living room, the detective who obediently lowered his head and drank his coffee had no interest at all.

Ye Liang and John glanced at each other, revealing their common yearning for money. Sherlock felt that he was neglected, and snorted dissatisfiedly from his nasal cavity. John turned around helplessly, and asked, "Have another drink?"

The detective wrinkled his nose. "I'm not a kid, John."

"I don't give coffee to kids either, thanks."

"You only have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth."

"No, I'm still blogging, and my blog will be published soon, maybe it will be in the top ten bestsellers in London."

"However, it is my story that is written."

"No, but isn't my participation in those stories of yours?"

"The protagonist is me."

"Next time, make your own coffee!"

The single father "killed" his unreasonable brat again, saw the other party wrapped in a nightgown and squinted his eyes, and coaxed him skillfully, and asked, "Molly invited us to dinner, she wants to introduce us to her new boyfriend. "

"Not interested." The detective got the second cup of coffee as he wished, so he refused without looking up.

Wan Jiao rubbed her temples helplessly, and reminded softly: "The last time you asked her to make an exception to sign and steal the corpse, you didn't tell her that. You said that you would be happy to have dinner with them."

Call someone Sweetie when it is useful, and throw it aside when it is useless. This is not the way to be a human being. At least John Watson believes that people cannot, at least they should not cross rivers and tear down bridges.

What's more, Sherlock has to go over Molly's bridge over and over again.

"You have decided to take the medicine and cure it!

Ye Liang laughed, drank the coffee in the cup, nodded to John and said, "I will finalize the detailed rules next week and come to you to sign."

"Thank you, William." John said sincerely.

In the second week, Ye Liang came to the door with the documents, but received a text message from John apologizing, saying that because of Sherlock's unreasonable troubles again, they had to go to Molly's dinner appointment tonight. I want to trouble Ye Liang to send the documents over there. To express my apologies, no matter what Ye Liang eats there, the bastard Sherlock will pay for it.

Ye Liang laughed, how could he care about such trivial matters, but the duo of detectives and military doctors really brought infinite joy to his life, whether it was the daily quarrels on Baker Street or the adventure stories recorded on the blog, Ye Liang was very happy. Liang feels the meaning of life.

However, Ye Liang's happiness came to an abrupt end when he walked into the restaurant——

"Your boyfriend is gay, unless you have special fetishes, I suggest you break up with him." After Sherlock dropped the thunder, he spent 3 minutes analyzing the other party's perfume to underwear, John awkwardly He wanted to find a hole in the ground to drill down, but a young girl next to him blushed and wanted to slap the detective.

But that's not the point, the point is that when Sherlock analyzed how gay Molly's boyfriend's panties were, Ye Liang looked up and saw the face that was so familiar that he had nightmares, it was the boss he hadn't seen for a long time——

Jim Moriarty.

Goodbye, boss.

Ye Liang didn't even think about it, turned around and wanted to run, but was stopped by John who saw the savior: "Thank God, William, you are here. Sherlock, shut up! Molly, and this... sir, let me introduce you , this is Mr. William Cato, who is in charge of publishing the detective stories on my blog."

Ye Liang:  …

Dear John, may I ask what kind of enmity we have, that you want to hurt me so much?

However, the matter has come to this point, and it would be a fool to run away again. Ye Liang took a deep breath, prayed again for the actor to possess him, and slowly raised a gentle smile to Wan Kao (Ye Liang: mmp know? mmp!)

"It's very lively here." Ye Liang said to John sincerely, "Here is the contract, I still have something to do. After you sign it, I will send it to the company first."

He took out the documents in a businesslike manner, and casually nodded to the girl and his boss.

Assuming Moriarty didn't know him, he naturally couldn't rush up and call "Boss".

"You look a little nervous, why?" When John bent over to sign, the overage kid next to him suddenly asked.

Ye Liang felt the feelings of all those persecuted by the detective.

He smiled kindly and said, "Mr. Holmes, do you really know what the basic social etiquette is?" He took a deep breath, pressed his hand on the file bag, and fired like a machine gun, " I just came to John to sign the contract, let alone calling me into the restaurant to sign it is outrageous. I just walked in and I heard you analyzing someone's boyfriend as gay. Seriously, there are people Analyzing other people's underwear brands in public?!"

"Oh." John opened his mouth wide. Now the atmosphere among the five people is even more embarrassing. It is so embarrassing that even the shop owner and the next table look back at them frequently. For the British, this is already something that makes people think The social death plot of jumping the Thames.

And the culprit of all this is Sherlock Holmes who can't control his mouth.

"And what's wrong with CK underwear!" Ye Liang angrily justified the name of this brand, "I will only wear this brand!"

Sherlock: You're really excited.

Watson: Seriously, do we have to discuss underwear brands in restaurants?

Moriarty: Wow.

Molly: Oh, man!

The author has something to say: *This chapter is more routine. In addition to investigating the case, I also want to write about the daily life of Baker Street. PS, the plot where Molly introduces her new boyfriend happened in the laboratory, and Sherlock directly exposed the other party as gay (Although I suspect that Mo Niang did it on purpose), here I change it to say that Molly is more serious about this relationship, and wants to formally introduce her boyfriend to other friends, but...it's really miserable.

*Ye Liang: One thing to say, although our boss is perverted, he is really not gay.

Moran: Do you really remember your infatuated persona at the beginning?The boss didn't care about you, did you let yourself go completely?