[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter51 Christmas and New Neighbors

If there is one thing that will never happen to Sherlock Holmes in this world where everything is possible, it must be feelings.

Feelings, especially love.

——Don't forget, this guy in front of him who looks very soft, tender and overflowing with emotion is a genuine Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes has always only focused on cases and mysteries, immersed in the world of pure thinking, only observation, analysis and reasoning can touch the nerves.His mind palace is a most fortified fortress, comparable to the impenetrable Batcave.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to be thrown out of his thought palace where he lived in seclusion all the year round, facing the dangerous real life for the first time.

"Hmm...you look pretty good today...of course it's not as good as mine, but it's an improvement visible to the naked eye." Sherlock Holmes, who tied his tongue with a Chinese knot, completed a shocking small talk logically.

Watson rubbed his eyes, so as not to accidentally let his eyeballs die on the ground.

Abnormal Human Research Center is up!This is Sherlock Holmes!He only cares about the challenge of thinking, and he is less enthusiastic about the beauty and ugliness of others than he is about the British Prime Minister!

Watson ushered in his first Christmas after staying in 221B in the weird mood of "the cohabitants must be hovering on the edge of abnormality because of the lack of challenging cases".

The living room, which was originally enough space, was filled in the blink of an eye—except for all kinds of Christmas decorations, such as Christmas trees, Christmas dinners, etc.—and a large group of abnormal people with a sense of presence Human beings, their shapes and auras fill every inch of space in 221B.

The lower part of the floor-to-ceiling windows is covered with a layer of white gauze curtains with floral patterns, and the colorful lights on the window frames are like supernovas that exploded billions of light-years away.The wet snow slammed heavily on the ground, and Sherlock, wearing his three-piece suit that never changed all year round, played a Christmas carol elegantly and intoxicated.

The lighting in the living room was an indeterminate orange, but Watson could still make out the color of the shirts of his cohabitants.

The sexiest, alluring, purple one he loves the most.

Firefly-like lamps circled the fireplace and mirror, and a warm flame burned brightly in the fireplace.They use high-quality pine charcoal, and the faint rosin permeates the soft yellow halo.

221B, which has been filled with various sundries for a whole year, is finally tidy, but it is only for one day on December 12, Watson thought with certainty.

With the movement of a knight swinging a sword, Sherlock took off the bow freely, and bowed gracefully like a dance master.

"Mmmmm, marvelous." Watson held a beer bottle in his left hand and a coffee cup in his right hand, and he stuffed the coffee into Sherlock's hand, "It would be nice if you could always behave like Christmas. "

"Nice sweater, John dear," Sherlock said off the mark. "Looks warm, harmless, round, and totally Teddy."

Teddy gaped.

Sherlock, who has a strong learning ability... seems to be more and more proficient in evaluating his clothes and appearance?

Dr. Lecter's new coat is downright sleek and outrageously tailored, and he accompanies Sherlock's tunes with the touch and passion of an ancient master.Mrs. Hudson sat in Sherlock's gray-green armchair and was full of praise. Lestrade's rare eyebrows stretched, and he didn't show "fucking is this high-ranking again", "fucking is looking for this high-ranking again" , "Fuck, this high-ranking rebel has solved the case again", "Fuck, the high-ranking rebel has despised the IQ of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren from head to toe" and other emotions.Alfred walked in with a plate of Christmas tree-shaped biscuits, and greeted everyone with a smile.Bruce leaned on the desk, shaking the wine glass gently, the ginger juice disguised as champagne was like crystal in his hand.Under the joint oppression of Bruce and the butler, Superman couldn't resist, so he had to change into his red, blue and blue Kryptonian suit...

When Clark had small S-shaped curly hair hanging on his forehead, and the tights set off every inch of his muscles and bones extremely strong and graceful, when he flung his cloak and sat down on the armchair, the whole 221B fell for him.

Well, except for the aesthetically incompetent Sherlock Holmes, and Batman, who has worked with Superman for a long time and takes a second job as a mocking partner.

"Stunning, Clark! The perfect Halloween costume!" Molly Amber, carrying a big bag, a complicated new hairstyle, earrings the size of a bus ring, blood-red nails and flaming red lips, together The door of the living room exclaimed, "Merry Christmas!"

Sherlock couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head away.

When Molly hurriedly took off her woolen coat and coat, revealing the black suspender dress inside, against the background of everyone's wide-eyed eyes and mouths, while greeting illogically, she tidied up the meticulously ironed clothes nervously. Shiny red hair and silver and black shiny suspenders.

After chatting for a while, everyone exchanged gifts.

Sherlock, reasoning all year round, Sherlock Holmes casually took out a red box with a bow, and casually flipped through the blessings on the Christmas card...

He sighed softly, and said as if talking to himself: "I don't like women, those twinkling eyes, the arsenic in the soup...Of course, ladies present, please don't take your seats."

"I'll talk to your mother about your sexism, Sherlock," said Mrs. Hudson with mock annoyance.

Watson lowered his head and took a quick glance. He found that Molly was swallowing hard. Her lips, which were heavily painted with bright red, opened and closed several times, showing a row of neat teeth and two cute little canines.Her eyes, which were covered with pearly gray-black eyeshadow, drooped, and finally she didn't speak.

Watson subconsciously glanced at his own gift, a box wrapped in blue, white and green translucent cellophane, lying horizontally on top of a pile of gifts.

"I behaved very well, didn't I, John?" Sherlock suddenly appeared behind Watson, and he leaned down and pressed his cohabitant's ear, and said almost inaudibly.

Warm breath, low voice, subtle charm... Teddy was frightened and froze, and quickly raised the bottle, "New year, new beginning! Merry Christmas!"

"While I don't mind the occasional reply of 'Merry Christmas,' I have to say, Johnny, that's not sensible." Dr. Lecter raised a finger, his smooth head tilted to one side, and his eyes shot^ Into Watson's eyes and mind, "Setting nodes for the eternity of time to create the illusion that the cycle can be repeated is illusory; at a certain node, how to work hard in the new year is even more illusory. False."

"Come on, Dr. Lecter..."

"No, no, don't be like this, it should be you, little John." Hannibal looked straight at him quietly, leaning his fingers on his nose, "You have always performed well before, straightforward, sincere and brave. Face it bravely." Be realistic and don't let tradition and clichés ruin your greatest virtues."

John Laity Watson really didn't know how to answer.

"Elegant people are always so mysterious when they speak." Bruce lazily raised his voice and relieved his neighbor and friend, "Let me translate into modern English for everyone: Everyone, logically, do you Will have a happy new year!"

"However, the cutest thing about human beings is that they still pursue certain childish and ridiculous meanings despite being aware of emptiness." Clark said with a smile. He leaned forward slightly, and even though he was sitting in an armchair, he still seemed to be flying in midair Looking down at all beings with soft and peaceful eyes. "Although it is vain to wish for everything to come true, as long as you gain something, everything is worth it."

Sherlock took Bruce's words so hard that he couldn't die, and continued to translate: "If you insist on being happy, I can't stop it! Besides, I think I have gained something this year, maybe I have become smarter, how about you?"

Watson's reaction was to casually touch a Christmas tree biscuit and stuff it into Sherlock's dead mouth.

"Have you washed your hands, John?"

"..." Watson stuffed three biscuits angrily.

It was a Christmas without Irene Adler, without cigarettes, without tangles and pain, at least in Watson's view.

So he couldn't understand at all why Sherlock asked him to go to the bar with him the next night.

It's not singles night...

However, since Sherlock usually refuses to step out of the living room of 221B when there is no case, this earth-shattering request (or order) surprised Watson, so he walked the cat with Sherlock. to the nearest bar.

Then he was stunned again.

Watson let Sherlock bring him a glass of beer, let the dim light almost cause night blindness... He stared blankly at a familiar figure beside the bar.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, big breasts, thin waist and hips, regular facial features, clear and firm voice... This is a man who is more like America's sweetheart than Clark Kent.

Watson didn't even notice that he had become aware of the figure and appearance of the same sex since he didn't know when.

The man was wearing an out-of-date white vest and baggy but slim jeans, singing with a microphone as if no one was around.At the same time, he danced his body to the music, perhaps not a dance, but a pure display, showing the muscular body with smooth lines, showing the combination of strength and beauty.

But Watson felt that he still preferred the thinner type.

Men and women screamed around this man, as if they wanted to pounce on him and lick all over his body, and some even stuffed tips into America's sweetheart's vest and jeans frantically...

Shame!

The American man who sent the song and dance to London only sent a calm and helpless expression. His plump, fleshy lower lip, which was shining brightly in the bar lights, was slightly pursed, and he still sang as if no one was there.