[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter4 "Romantic Dinner"

"221B" flashed golden light and burst into view with open flames, and Watson felt a bloody storm in his heart, mixed with sorrow and joy.

Open the door, go upstairs, and watch the curly hair fight against the addiction, even if you know that your roommate is just putting on nicotine patches... Can you please stop making such an expression that is about to climax?

Especially the buttons of the shirt will be collapsed by the undulating muscles...

The culprit who had caused irreparable trauma to Watson's little heart was lying on his back on the sofa, with his palms folded against his chin, his boyish face, as if he had never seen the sun, healed in the dim light. Hair like a white marble sculpture.

This is the face of a child who can do whatever he wants.

"Can I borrow your phone?" Sherlock said with outrageously polite and harmless maestro style.

FUCK!

Watson would rather be dismembered by a serial killer and thrown into a landfill, than face Sherlock Holmes who makes him feel miserable and annoyed every day!

He closed his eyes with an attitude of "it is your honor to serve me", and stretched out his right hand confidently, with his white hand spread out flat, like a king-like cat stretching out his claws, allowing the human servants to help him it seems.

It has to be said that the cat's claws are quite beautiful, big and slender, elegant and powerful, with strength and agility hidden under the white skin and blue veins, and you can feel the warmth with just one touch.

"Your gaze is so hot, John, it must be what Superman's gaze is like." Sherlock's thick eyelashes remained motionless.

"You didn't open your eyes... wait, Superman? You know Superman?!"

"Don't be so fussy and weird like Officer Sally, John. I have a cell phone number on my desk, send me a text message." His long, strong arms, tightly wrapped in his shirt, drew a graceful arc above the sofa , Watson's cell phone returned to its owner.

Call me back all the way, just to let me send a text message!Is my dignified Watson such a worthless person?

He was doing a heroic mental construction, and then... he came to the small and messy wooden table like a stream, and did as he was told...

Sure enough, cats only need to be responsible for being cute, and humans only need to be responsible for smoothing their fur QAQ

Sherlock Despised Goldfish Holmes took a deep breath and returned to his thinking state.

Those with the surname Holmes are indeed not cool, handsome, domineering, and will die if they get along with others.

In less than five seconds, the thinker jumped up from the sofa, stepped on the coffee table, stepped in front of Watson, took the pink box, and squatted on the sofa in the posture of the hero L of "Death Note", crossing his fingers , the bridge of the nose and eyelashes cast a small shadow on the pale face, and began to talk fast to his roommate...

Watson turned his head weakly - that's right, Mr. Skull on the fireplace disappeared without a trace.

"Large talk helps me think, but Mrs. Hudson confiscated my skull." Sherlock put on a suit, coat and scarf with enviable grace, "You are a better partner .”

Under the dim light at night, his eyes and facial features are not as sharp as in the daytime, and his voice is no longer so aggressive, but more deep and soft.A little bit of the factor that can be called the heart-to-heart connection slowly melted away in the night.

"At least lower-key than the skull..." Watson stood up angrily from the comfortable sofa, "My fate is bound to you, Sherlock, let's go."

Although this guy is arrogant, self-willed and vicious, and has a damn unpleasant ability to read people's hearts...but the adventure of blood-boiling hormones is much more interesting than watching soap operas in the apartment, isn't it?

Although Sherlock is such a big one, it looks cute when he curls himself up in the armchair...

At night in the center of downtown London, the bustling traffic and the lights of the bustling streets illuminate this ancient and modern city.

People come and go, lights are bright, and London night is exactly the same as the commercial streets of all metropolises.

The tall, Gothic spire of Westminster Abbey soars into the sky, adding a sense of medieval mystery to this brightly lit city that never sleeps.

Although these spiers also look a lot like Batman's mask with ears...

With his hands in his pockets, Sherlock is striding forward in the streets of London, his clothes fluttering, and he is in a heroic posture. The perennial westerly wind blows over his high forehead, blowing away his fluffy curly hair, alert, sharp, and energetic eyes, the cat Just as shiny.

"Be famous, win the applause, be the center of attention! That's the weakness of geniuses, John, they need an audience." The way he swung his shoulders was haughty and confident.

"Think! Whodowe trust, even though we don't know them? Whopassesunnoticedwhereevertheygo? Whohuntsinthemiddleofacrowd?" He opened his hands, his eyes more and more dangerous and sharp.

He is as dazzling as a diamond, but also as arrogant as a child, and he is so handsome that it makes people feel destructive*...Damnit!It is a well-deserved saying that people are deader than people!

"Are you hungry?" The change of topic completely dissipated the strong feeling of being cool, handsome and domineering.

They entered a small, violet-toned restaurant with a flowered chandelier, convenient for monitoring 22 Northumberland Street.

Watson happily drank a glass of white wine, and ate the mushroom cheeseburger with relish.The only less pleasant thing is that the (ex-robber) restaurateur, like Mrs. Hudson, is adamant that they are a couple and dating.

Watson's lower body was convulsed. In layman's terms, it was "egg pain".

At the same time, Sherlock, who left the interference and troubles to his companions, stared at the opposite street with a cat staring at the mouse hole, his eyesight was mobilized to the limit and his mouth was also functioning efficiently—distraction As expected, only a genius can be competent for the secondary skill.

His graceful side profile, which looks far younger than his actual age, is facing Watson. The lines are smooth and soft, and the double eyelids are as deep as a knife... In the night, his pupils dilated, showing seriousness, agility and danger. It is a nocturnal beast that chases its prey...

"Your eyes are like glass, Sherlock, especially when illuminated." Watson ate his hamburger and said inarticulately.

"You mean lead-tinted glass?" His fingers tapped the table.

"It's so unromantic..." The corners of Watson's mouth drooped.

"I'll light you a candle, it's more romantic." Angelo brought the candle and gave Watson a thumbs up.

"..." He seemed to hear the sound of an egg breaking.

Is there something wrong with the setting of this world, or is it my constitution?

After Angelo, whose level of enthusiasm, gossip, and brain power was comparable to that of Mrs. Hudson, left their table, Watson confirmed in a low voice, "You don't have a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend? No, not for me."

"...And what about the boyfriend?"

"No." He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I can't imagine Sherlock Holmes courting anyone in my life... let alone talking about love." Watson sighed with emotion, "Of course, it's good to be free, just like me now ..."

For a moment, the eyes of Sherlock Omnipotent Holmes became a little dodgy, as if a little boy who was born in a conservative family and received traditional education was offended.His thick long eyelashes flickered, and he uttered his famous work-marriage theory in an awkward tone...

Damn your work! Damn your marrige! Damn you, Sherlock!It's all for others to make up their minds, how can you make up their minds?Are you insanely infected by goldfish, the world's only consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes? !

Teddy, who was misunderstood again and again, broke out. He stood up abruptly, leaned forward from the dining table, and grabbed Sherlock's neckline tightly - a button was crumbling - and his eyes widened. , became angry from embarrassment, and shouted in a voice that shocked the diners: "Damn, why do I look like a masochist? Well, Sherlock? How can I find a partner like you to make myself feel bad?"

"My girlfriend is always making such unreasonable troubles. God, I still love her like crazy." Angelo came out from the corner, replaced the knocked wine glass, raised his eyebrows at Sherlock and said, " A lover needs to be coaxed."

Teddy sat back on the chair, his whole body limp like a damaged rag doll (Big Fog), his eyes dull.

Sherlock straightened his neckline calmly, cleared his throat, pointed to his hairy head, and said uncomfortably: "Well, John, I think you need to understand that if there is any mysterious power in the world, If you can stun this machine-like mind..."

"That will never be love." Watson continued decadently, "Logic and reason are the true love of Sherlock Holmes' family, and the secretion of dopamine, which is irrational at all, is the enemy of the work you regard as your life." ...you're asexual aren't you, man? Never sexually aroused or sexually responsive to a man or a woman?"

Sherlock's Adam's apple slid, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his chin slightly lowered, just like the preparations for a large carnivorous beast before hunting - Watson almost thought he was going to spout "You are asexual, your whole family is asexual The venom of "Love"...

"Find the target."

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and then all the muscles in his body tensed up.

He put on his coat, took a cane, and ran with Sherlock all the way, and apologized to the pedestrians who suffered innocent disasters and were hit by his rampaging companions...

Between the two buildings, Watson skillfully jumped over the fire escape, just like he had done countless times - before being shot in the head, he ran 20 meters and 5000 meters with a weight of 8000 kilograms half an hour after a meal. Skydiving and freehand cliff climbing are stress-free.

In this cool taxi chase, Watson threw away his crutches, and by the way, completely threw away his nearly destroyed three views and moral integrity with little remaining.