[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter28 throbbing soul

Watson vaguely felt that since he was bound to this unpredictable curly-haired cat, his integrity, lower limit and even himself were not far from being spoiled.

Especially after another Sherlock's kind with a pair of pointy ears became their neighbor...

"What a perfect hot date night, young English lovers who don't understand human suffering." Batman may have tried to keep his sarcasm from being so strong (though Watson doubts he will be wronged to do so), but it is obviously effective. Not good, as he continued in a low, hoarse breath, "I'm sure you're all feeling fine, and this thing presumably feels the same way."

That's right, what Batman was talking about was a duo of detectives and military doctors chasing clay figurines in a dark room, but they accidentally hugged each other for a while and couldn't separate. Finally, Batman who was hiding in the dark had to take action. The bloody story of a killer who fainted.

Dog blood is full of honey.

The teddy sculpture was silent for 1 minute and [-] seconds, and whispered in an uncertain tone: "Thank you, Bu...Mr. B, I can help put the clay figurine..."

"The clay figurine is where he should be, doctor. I bundled him into the proper shape and gave him to the police like a wrapped present, and you are still absorbed in each other's breath and heartbeat, unable to extricate yourself from it." Once Batman's sharp-tongued, mean-speaking habits kick in (as he always does), few can resist such a powerful psychic attack.

Everything was going on as planned before...

Watson couldn't stop himself from thinking about what had just happened.

The planetarium, the dark exhibition hall, the huge projection, the dreamy and blurred cosmic starry sky that flashed sequentially on the screen.

They seized the opportunity before the clay figurines launched an attack, but the occasional lights that occasionally turned on and off greatly restricted their vision and actions.

He obviously wanted to pounce at a tricky angle, throw the clay figurine to the ground, and then take advantage of the situation to control his arm.

But after the actual contact happened, what Watson felt in every cell was an embrace with a familiar taste, hardness and shape, and two soft and dry... lips.

In the blink of an eye, everything went off the rails.

"You are made of ivory and gold, and the curve of your lips will rewrite history..." The two pieces were warm and soft, trembling slightly, trembling slightly, and the moist and warm breath was blowing gently, Watson heard the familiar low-pitched murmur Muttering to himself, as if struck by Zeus's lightning, he couldn't control himself and began to tremble... The trembling was transmitted from the depths of the cells to every tissue, wrapped around every organ, and spread to every nerve...they Their hands and feet are completely out of control, and all the concepts of time and space have disappeared. In the flickering exhibition hall, in the curtain of the stars in the universe, in the gap between this small piece of time and space, they trembled, trembled, slowly The hot lips parted, like shy mussels timidly opening the two shells, and tentatively testing each other with soft and fragile axe, it was hard to breathe due to lack of oxygen...

Until the cold, hoarse, joking voice shattered this small temporary vacuum: "Oscar Wilde's aesthetics and senses are not suitable for you, Sherlock Precision CPU Sherlock Holmes."

They frantically tried to separate, but Sherlock's dark blue scarf entangled the cohabitant's zipper. The winding was so clever that their dull brains couldn't think of an effective way to neither forcefully destroy the scarf nor violently damage the zipper. method, until the dark night knight carrying the clay figurine gave them a rationalization suggestion:

"Just stay here."

The situation is not normal, the situation is very abnormal.

Like a pointy piece of metal, collecting lightning among the churning clouds, the dangerous charge will soon accumulate to a critical point.

They tracked all the way along the railway, and Sherlock actually chose to seal the chattering mouth, unexpectedly obedient and silent.

He is troubled, and his furrowed brow and pursed lips all suggest a fierce inner struggle—if his heart has not been completely swallowed by logic and reason, and there is little left for the world.

What's bothering Sherlock?Apart from unsolvable puzzles and cases without clues, what on earth can make those two flexible eyebrows frown into a mountain range, and make those arrogant and clear eyes like cats look preoccupied?

Watson never dared to put himself in the situation of "self-proclaimed sharpness" (Sherlock is the really sharp one), unless the object of observation is Sherlock Holmes.

Observation cannot accurately describe his state—whenever a cohabitant with an awkward personality and a low EQ appears in sight, Teddy's thick, brick-like sensitive nerves are as active as malignantly dividing cancer cells ( Terrible, small-town boy glasses metaphor).Watson even felt that he had a supernatural power, but he only opened it unilaterally when facing Sherlock. He could feel every change in the emotions of his cohabitants, which was weaker than the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, and he could accept his every move that was unbearable. quirks of...

Maybe it's because Sherlock, 12-year-old Mental Age, Sherlock Holmes never made a little effort to hide his emotions, so that he can be easily seen through by John Rough Nervous Watson?

Did that unintentional kiss at the planetarium confuse him?Watson immediately dismissed the idea.It wasn't even a kiss, at most it was getting too close and accidentally touching the lips... and maybe the tongue and teeth, anyway, it was an accident that shouldn't be read too much.Sherlock has been married to work a long time ago, even if there is anything in the world that can stun the brain that is as sophisticated as a machine, it will never be love...

"We're here." The cat who was silent all the way shuffled towards the second floor of the small brick building - this scared Watson to death. You know, Sherlock always ran up the stairs briskly, The one who left his groaning companions behind without hesitation!

"What if someone is at home, Sherlock?" The military doctor with a sense of justice decided to follow the script.

"There isn't." A suitable master key is enough to open all the doors of the same type.

How could a small, flimsy door stop Sherlock Holmes?

"Oh Jesus." Watson looked up to the sky and sighed deeply as usual, but his body followed the consulting detective ahead of his brain, and he stepped in with his lame leg.

Suddenly, dizziness surrounded him, and Watson had to lean against the wall to calm his breath.

Dreams that embraced him countless times, grabbed him for the first time in waking hours, grabbed his hair tightly, forced him to watch a movie with only sound, or force him to listen to a movie with only sound preserved. memories.

"I don't like it, Holmes."

"My man, you keep watch in the street. I'm going to do this illegal business. Now is not the time to think about the small things. . . . We have to go."

"You are right, Holmes. We must go."

There was no image, no pattern, no color, but Watson felt someone jump up and hold his hand tightly.

"I knew you wouldn't back down in the end!" The man got close, and a face gradually materialized in the "daydream" without images. At this moment, Watson saw the eyes shining with almost gentle gaze.

"I hate to do it, but I don't think there's any other way. When shall we start?"

"You don't have to go."

"Then you don't have to go, unless you let me go on an adventure with you, or I swear to you, I will take a carriage to the police station and report you immediately. I will do what I say!"

"You can't help me."

"How do you know? You don't know what's going to happen. Anyway, I've made up my mind. You're not the only one with self-respect and reputation." The guy was so arrogant, but Watson knew he could Convince him.

"Well, well, my good fellow, let's do it. We've lived together in the same house for years, and it would be fun if we all died from the same bullet.  …"

The outlook is not very optimistic.

But there was something in his cool reasoning that made it impossible to shrink back from any adventure he proposed.

We know that in this way, and only in this way, can we find the answer.

Watson held his hand silently.This is the end of the matter, and there is no room for regret.

"John..."

"Huh... huh?" Watson spent a lot of effort to break himself out of the illusory daydream, just like a flying insect breaking away from a spider's web, he lost his strength and escaped from death.

"You take my hand."

"Sorry... what?!"

For Sherlock Holmes, everything was out of control, since that touch... maybe even earlier.

He found it hard not to stare at John, who lived with him, and he found it hard to look away once he did.He found it hard not to touch John's long, soft hair, which was as soft as down in this determined warrior, smoother than Redbeard's.He found it difficult to smell John's unique smell of sunshine, biscuits and milk without being indifferent, he found it difficult to look at John's lips that were sometimes pursed, sometimes pouted, and sometimes protruded with the tip of his tongue, without letting himself want to touch it again. Taste them.He found himself turned into iron filings and John into a magnet, and he found it so difficult to control his urge to get closer to John.

He vaguely felt a stronger attraction, an uncontrollable attraction... If this continues, they will definitely start another adventure, which will be more dangerous and absurd than all the adventures they have experienced before.

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"My man, you keep watch in the street. I'm going to do this illegal business. Now is not the time to think about the small things. . . . We have to go."

"You are right, Holmes. We must go." I knew you would not back down in the end! "

There was an almost tender look in those eyes.

"I hate to do it, but I don't think there's any other way. When shall we start?"

"You don't have to go."

"Then you don't have to go, unless you let me go on an adventure with you, or I swear to you, I will take a carriage to the police station and report you immediately. I will do what I say!"

"You can't help me."

"How do you know? You don't know what's going to happen. Anyway, I've made up my mind. You're not the only one with self-respect and reputation." The guy was so arrogant, but Watson knew he could Convince him.

"Well, well, my good fellow, let's do it. We've lived together in the same house for years, and it would be fun if we all died from the same bullet.  …"

The outlook is not very optimistic.

But there was something in his cool reasoning that made it impossible to shrink back from any adventure he proposed.

We know that in this way, and only in this way, can we find the answer.

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