[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

From the moment I knew that the mainline NPC in my world was Mr. Holmes, and I stepped into the room at 221B Baker Street, I never expected that the tasks I would face in the following days would be easy.

Although the recent tasks hardly require any brainpower, all the tasks are completed with the help of Sherlock's super-intelligent brain and random fabrications.

But I know this is just foreshadowing, like accumulating energy.

Thin and dense water flows into the bag from all directions, and then fills up. The bag can't bear the gravity of the water, bursts, and the water gushes out.

However, from an empty bag to being unable to bear the burst, it needs a process of filling water.

It's like a live mission.

The dull, mindless tasks and experiences I have experienced in the past two weeks are just the illusion of calm before the storm.

This feeling is very strong and makes me uneasy.

The more peaceful the world you are in right now, the more flustered you will be, as if waiting to die, when you know something is always going to happen.

Perhaps this analogy is not appropriate.

But when I opened the door this morning and looked down at the weird-looking envelope lying on the floor, I was honestly relieved.

--finally come.

I bent down and picked up the letter.

I hope Mr. Sherlock, who is going to be disturbed by me again tonight, stops shooting at the door when I close it.

But I have confidence in his judgment. Since he dared to shoot, it means that the door is still strong enough to withstand his shooting.But I don't want to take the risk, who knows if the anti-social Mr. Holmes will find me annoying

man, and one shot kills me?

……

After all, although he is closer to the character of the original Fu, but in essence, he is still Sherlock-Sherlock with anti-social personality.

"Deng-deng--!"

As usual, at eight o'clock in the morning, I knocked on Sherlock's door on time.

But there are also differences.

On the tray was not only a large pot of black tea and biscuits, but also a black letter.

The letter I received in the morning was placed squarely in the tray by me. After receiving it, I didn't open it, but chose to hand it to Sherlock for processing.

The door was opened quickly, and the speed of opening the door brought a gust of wind. I lowered the tray and pressed the skirt that was almost floating just now.

"Good day, Mr. Holmes."

I greeted him with my face up. His face was sullen, and his handsome face with sharp edges and corners seemed to be covered with dark clouds and dark.

Sherlock didn't greet me, his eyes stayed on my face for less than a second before turning to the tray in my hand.

In the next second, Sherlock picked up the envelope in the tray, turned around and walked into the house on his own.He didn't close the door. The weather outside today is rare and clear. The moment he left the door, the sun shone through the window.

In the house, almost the entire narrow stairwell is illuminated.

"Come in."

He gave me terse instructions.

I obediently walked in with a heavy tray, and put the black tea and biscuits on the coffee table that he usually placed on, next to the only chair in the room.

"Mr. Holmes, you really should put another chair in the house. Although you said that your original intention is not to allow people to sit on the chair and hang on, but if there are really difficult cases in the house. ,

Who are you going to let stand? "

There was a crisp sound when the bottom of the tray hit the table.

"I can stand."

He replied perfunctorily, not even bothering to add sarcasm.

I looked up at Sherlock strangely.

He was wearing gloves to take the black letter to the lamp on the desk to illuminate it, and then picked up the knife beside him and cut it open along the edge of the envelope.

The envelope was sealed with red sealing paint, and the printed pattern was like a rose flower. I couldn't see it clearly from a distance.

But the black envelope matches the red wax seal, which looks like a letter sent to the protagonist by the villain in a horror movie.

"Where did you get this letter?"

Sherlock reached into the envelope with his index and middle fingers and took out the contents, like a card.

I answered him while looking around the room.

"It's just at my door. Because the appearance of this letter is a bit weird, it makes me feel uncomfortable, so I asked Mrs. Hudson the first time I received it. The strange thing is..."

When he saw the envelope on the tray, his first instinct was to take it away.He didn't think of asking me until he had skillfully cut the envelope with a knife. This has already explained that Sherlock had already guessed what was in the letter.

what is the content.

Or he should have received the same letter as me.

"The strange thing is that Mrs. Hudson said that she got up early in the morning and was busy in the living room, but she didn't open the door to anyone, and she didn't hear anyone coming in."

Sure enough, after looking around the house, he found his target on the wooden board in front of the fireplace.

It was stamped in the middle by the sealant of the letter inserted by the jackknife. It was extremely sticky and did not produce extra cracks even when a knife was inserted. Of course, it is very likely that the person who inserted it was very strong and fast.

"It's not surprising."

Sherlock opened the black card that he had just taken out, his eyes stayed on it for only two seconds, and then he closed it. He held it in his hand, looked at the front and back, and put it back on the table.

"What have you done?"

He looked up at me, and I felt his probing eyes rest on me, but I didn't intend to look back at him.

Avoiding eye contact has become a habit.

I drew my jackknife from the board and removed his letter.

"Why don't you find it strange? A letter with a strange appearance just appeared at my door out of nowhere. Normal people would find it strange, and you see that you have also received the same letter, don't you?" I held the quilt

The pierced letter dangled at him, "And... what is 'what have you done'?"

"Get up, get dressed, receive letters, go downstairs, make you tea and bake biscuits, and bring them to you together? Do you want to know these things, Mr. Holmes?"

I know that's not what he's asking, but I don't know exactly what he's asking.

Sherlock is a bit of a chicken thief. He deliberately made the question vague, which is actually a common method.Although vague questions are more troublesome to ask than precise questions, you can't immediately get the most wanted,

The most definitive answer, but with the potential for amazing serendipity.

But I don't intend to and I have no way to give him this opportunity.

"Wash up."

"……what?"

I opened the envelope and looked at him puzzled.

"You missed washing today. Since you have said everything else so clearly in your recollection, you must not accidentally miss one of the details. The reason why you didn't mention washing is because you didn't wash at all. A normal lady ...Even if you are only about 15 years old, don't look at me with your stupid eyes, do you still need to be suspicious? Even if you have countless layers of foundation on your face and neck, I can still get it from you You can tell your age by the skin of your fingers."

His expression was very disgusting. He saw through my doubts before I asked them and continued to answer them. Sherlock often does this.

If the analysis is not good, it must be mixed with irony. If he is willing to be less ironic or the speed of analysis is slower, then there will be more people who like him.

...Although Sherlock doesn't care about this, that's right.

"Mr. Holmes is very powerful."

In fact, I didn't listen carefully to his long analysis just now. Although my memory has already stored him, I don't want to play back and ponder this optical analysis. "Why didn't I wash and how old am I?" said a long series of words.

Very annoying, I praised him perfunctorily.

"I mean, have you ever done any bad or good things? Before today, no... Before you came to England, America? China?"

Sherlock took a deep breath, overwhelmed by my stupidity, and this time he made the question clear.

I have to say that although I am a stupid goldfish in his eyes, just because I can flatter him, Sherlock will not drive me out of 221B, I am confident.

Sherlock likes to be praised, although I have maliciously guessed that this is the result of Mycroft being too harsh and suppressing him.

But this time, I want to listen carefully to Sherlock's analysis of his question.

I'm not surprised that he figured out that I had lived in the United States through my half-British and half-American pronunciation, but he could tell that I had lived in China?

"I don't know what Mr. Holmes you are talking about."

Sherlock's question frightened me, and I calmly opened the envelope from the side while suppressing the doubts in my heart, and took out the card inside.He examined his own letters in the same manner as he had just opened mine, with

The knife sliced ​​through the side.

"And I'm curious, how did you figure out that I've been to China?"

"You stay longer on China-related news in the newspaper than on entertainment news, and this only happens when you are watching China-related content. Mrs. Hudson also praised you several times to me, saying You did it'

Chinese food' tastes good, but it's a pity...you're a vegetarian. "

He didn't object to me opening his letter without gloves, and even raised his hand to indicate that I could read the contents.

"Well, I did live in China for a while,"

……

It turned out that there was a mistake here.

I nodded and opened the card, and read the contents of the card from the beginning.

He reminded me that I should be more careful and pay attention to my actions in the future.

Mr. Holmes' eyes have the magic power to see people's hearts. I try not to pretend to be in front of him unless it is necessary.

Because usually if you pretend too much in small and unnecessary places, he will see you through too many times, and he will have distrust of you.

But instead of pretending, it is easier to explain yourself.

The words written on the black-bottomed card were actually written in red ink, and the neatly arranged letters of the same size seemed to be printed.But when you see the indentation left by the pen tip on the paper, and when you occasionally lift or drop the pen

I dismissed the idea of ​​printing after the ink would be heavier than the rest of the colors.

This is a handwritten letter.

"Dear Mr. Detective."

I read it out while looking at it.

"Your great achievements are well-known throughout the country, and I admire you very much..."

Strange, at this time Holmes is not well-known, I have clearly investigated and inquired about it.He is only famous around Baker Street now, and the title of detective is only given to him by the crowd around Baker Street.

performance...?

Nationally renowned...?

I continued to read.

"I've always wanted to meet you, but I couldn't find the right time, and now I finally have this opportunity. I just won the auction last week on the island owned by the famous detective novelist Charlie Puth. I think

This is the best time, I have invited several other people who are as famous as you to come to the island for a few days of vacation, and there is an interesting 'Detective Club' program on the island for your entertainment after dinner.Card

The address of the island is on the back of the photo. I hope Mr. Holmes can give me this opportunity to meet you. "

I read it in one breath, but my tone began to hesitate when I read it to the end.

"After all... I know what you've done."

After reading this ending, I finally understood why he asked me that sentence just now.

No wonder he asked me what I had done.

I looked up at him and asked, "The letter to me is the same, isn't it?"

Maybe I was too absorbed in reading the letter just now, and I didn't realize that Sherlock had changed positions at some point.At this time, he sat on the only chair in the room, put his hands together under his chin, and nodded to me almost invisibly.

Sherlock nodded slightly, but his hair was extremely sensitive, and the curly hair on the top of his head moved dramatically, as if blown by the wind.

"What can I do before I come to the UK? I believe that you can roughly infer from the way you get along these days. Of course, it is self-denial to live every day and help anyone in need." I didn't change my face.

Nonsense, "And how do you know that the letter does not refer to what happened after I came to the UK? The time period was accurately determined before I came to the UK?"

He sneered contemptuously at the first half of my words, and then stopped, without any intention of answering my question.

I think I know what he's laughing at, and it's not just my lying.

"Don't laugh, it's said in the letter that the people he will invite are smart people who are as famous as you, so no matter who sent the invitation, whether we go or not, it can't hinder him from being a very discerning person .

Not to mention the fact that I'm as smart as you. "

After listening to me say this, he immediately put away his harsh ridicule, but pretended to have a 'sincere' smile - a mouthful of white teeth that could not be yellowed by nicotine, and a smile on his face. wrinkled...

The reason why "sincere feelings" can be used on him is because Mr. Holmes's ability to disguise is so superb that he even has smile lines in the corners of his eyes.

You must know that a fake smile will never have wrinkles.

I wanted to roll my eyes at him, and wanted to continue to say something, but in the face of his handsome face with a somewhat funny and cute smile, I finally suppressed all the grievances.Then close the card and turn it over to the back.

It does have an address printed on it, and it's stamped with something like 'permit to pass'.With a thought in my heart, I quickly walked to Sherlock's desk and picked up the letter that belonged to me, and took out the card from it and turned it over to the back.

Sure enough, the same address, the same stamp.

"Boat ticket."

Sherlock understood what I was thinking when he saw my movements, and he affirmed my thoughts.

I raised my eyebrows and opened my own card. It was the same content, but the beginning and end were different.

'I've invited several others as famous as you...'

As famous as Sherlock?me?

I am indeed very famous recently. According to the guidance of the task, I almost satirized all the beautiful and intellectual women in the British social circle. I wrote an article almost every day. According to the editor of the newspaper, now almost all of Britain

The first thing people receive newspapers every morning is to see who I don't like today.

Watching my antics seem to be a treat for everyone in Britain.

But don't say Sherlock is not as famous as me, even if he becomes famous, it shouldn't be because he has 'the same' fame as me.

Not to mention...

I searched for the contents of the letter.

'Your great achievements are known throughout the country, and I have great admiration for you...'

Not to mention this sentence, it doesn't make sense at all.

I frowned and looked at Sherlock, he was already holding a cup as if nothing happened, drinking black tea while reading the newspaper.

"Then are we going to this invitation? I always feel that this is not a good thing... It's kind of weird that I can't describe."

"I won't go, just to make a fool of myself." Suddenly, he seemed to have read something interesting in the newspaper, and put the cup on the coffee table next to him, his tone finally fluctuated, "Today your tabloid title has changed..."

"It's fine if you don't go, I also think..."

I ignored his ridicule, and was relieved when I heard him say 'no'. This letter is too weird, and I always feel that once I go to the appointment, there will be big troubles.

But just when I agreed with Sherlock's decision, the system sound suddenly sounded.

[New task: Go to the appointment together. ]

[refuse to accept]

I quickly changed the subject and continued: "I also think he is playing tricks, but the more he plays tricks, the more I want to see what he is up to. Don't you want to go and see? Anyway, don't you complain about being bored all day long? ?"

"It's good to go and have a look. First, it relieves the loneliness. Second, during the few days when you are not here, Mrs. Hudson can also change the wallpaper a few times. I think if you shoot guns at the wall because you are bored, I am afraid that in winter you will have to the wall first

All the holes need to be patched to survive. "

I turned back and forth too stiffly, Sherlock ignored me, just glanced up at me and continued to read the newspaper.

that glance...

Meaningful.

I changed the subject too rigidly, Sherlock’s glance was like a CT scan of my whole body, not to mention whether he could see what I was thinking, even whether my osteoporosis was protruding or not. he can see

The.

Such a man is really too scary and too masterful, even though he looks charming and has a good mind, I dare not think about him no matter what.

With Sherlock, I'm afraid that if I look at someone, he will know whether I'm looking at that person's neck or abs, fingers or ankles.

Draco is better, the longer I stay with Sherlock, the more I miss Draco's innocence and cuteness.

I stayed in Sherlock's house from eight in the morning to five in the afternoon. I didn't even eat lunch during the period, and sat on his chair to read the books in the house.Sherlock, on the other hand, stood at the table writing a paper for a while, and went away for a while.

While doing the experiment, except for the moment when I read the newspaper at the very beginning, I hardly stopped for a moment.

It seems that because of my presence, he didn't take out the cocaine he was supposed to inject at noon. I knew I was disturbing his day, but I couldn't leave.

I need to find an opportunity to continue persuading him to go to the appointment with me, after all, the task says to go to the appointment together.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't drive me away for a moment, I will stay here for a moment.

But such a brown sugar policy has not yielded much, and it can even be said to have no harvest.

For the whole morning and the next afternoon, he was busy with his own affairs and hardly had any communication with me.

I can count on one finger the number of times he has spoken to me.

One time he answered me that the contents of the book in my hand were all written by him himself.

One time, he told me to shut up and stop humming, and get out if I made any noise.

Only so twice.

At other times, no matter what questions I asked, he would not respond to me, and then I dared not speak anymore.I stayed in such a weird atmosphere until five o'clock in the afternoon. I think I probably have no chance today. I haven't eaten for a day.

My stomach also started to protest to me 'gurgling'.

Then it occurred to me that I hadn't eaten, and neither had Sherlock.

Recalling that there were several times in the middle, Sherlock walked to the coffee table in the middle of work, picked up the teapot and put it down again.I'm afraid he felt thirsty at that time, but he found that the teapot was empty and didn't want to add new ones, and he was too lazy.

Gotta talk to me for a replacement.

Sherlock is like a child and keeps getting awkward with me. Every time he sees that the tea inside is empty, he glances at me several times.But I just kept silent and pretended not to receive his message, and Sherlock was so thirsty all afternoon without asking me to add water.

In the end, it was me who failed.

I sighed and stood up consciously, put the teapot and empty post on the tray, greeted him and prepared to fill a new one.

"Mr. Holmes, I will bring you a new pot of tea and biscuits. You have not eaten today."

I admit defeat and stop stalemate with him, and if the stalemate continues, he will not agree to my invitation. It's all because I was too stiff just now.

But no matter how regretful he is now, he will never talk to me again.

Sherlock didn't answer me, and I didn't wait for his answer, and walked straight to the door.

But when I opened the door, I saw an unexpected person.

The detective outside the door was holding something in one hand, and raised the other hand as if knocking on the door. A moment of surprise flashed across his face, probably because he was frightened by my sudden opening of the door.

I was also caught off guard by his sudden appearance, and I almost threw the tray out with a trembling hand. Fortunately, he helped me to hold the porcelain cup in the tray so that it didn't fall out of the tray and hit the ground.

"Are you okay?" He asked me concerned.

Nothing.

I was about to answer, but before I could speak, my head exploded with a bang.

[here comes hhhhh]

[It's about to start, it's about to start, I waited for two weeks and finally waited for this day, not being able to fast forward is really the most annoying thing. ]

……

The audience message board suddenly became lively the moment I opened the door and saw the inspector. There was no message board for a day, and I almost forgot the existence and noisy voice of the audience.

[Turn off the real-time voice function of the message board. 】

[closed. ]

I couldn't bear to issue instructions to the system. Although the content of task selection and prompts in front of me would not affect my sight, the real-time voice in my brain not only affected my hearing, but also affected my ability to think.

Their recent chatter has made me reflexive, and I start to feel dizzy when I hear their voices, sometimes accompanied by tinnitus.

"Sherlock!"

I didn't wait for my answer, and the inspector didn't care.His target was Sherlock, and the surprise and worry on his face disappeared, replaced by anxiety and bewilderment.

He handed the things in his hands to Sherlock and muttered something.

"I don't know when this letter suddenly appeared at the door of my office. No police officer saw who sent it. I checked the surveillance and found no one. This letter seemed to appear out of thin air."

After listening to his words, I noticed that the thing he was holding in his hand turned out to be a letter with red paint on a black background.

"You got it too?"

I blurted out.

I have a strong feeling that the letter in his hand is from the same person as the one Sherlock and I just received, and may even have the same content.

"also?"

He asked me back, and even Holmes looked at me, although he must have reacted in the same way as I did the moment he heard the sheriff speak.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped forward to take the letter in the sheriff's hand and walked towards the desk.

"Did you also receive this kind of letter?" The inspector seemed even more frightened, "The contents of the letter are very strange, and it just appeared at the door out of nowhere, it's too scary."

His voice was a little trembling, and his timidity really didn't look like a detective. This made me wonder if the ferocious expression he occasionally showed was just my illusion, or was he pretending?

Sherlock seemed to be accustomed to his cowardice, he ignored us, but in the same order, put the letters under the lamp to see through the light, and took photos of the front and back one by one.

Then carefully stretched his fingers along the edge of the envelope, and took out a card from it.

"I changed my mind."

Sherlock's tone is no longer lifeless as it was when he spoke to me today.

His eyes seemed to be shining when he looked at the picture. I have only seen this expression on TV. It is the expression he only has when he encounters interesting cases.

……

And from the day I met him to now, he has never shown such an expression. Even in the five cases that I don't understand, he was absent-minded when he answered them.

The expression on his face that exists more time is: really stupid, really boring.

I haven't seen his super high acting skills yet, because it seems to him, I'm not enough for him to use acting skills.

I walked towards the desk with the tray, and looked at the card curiously.

The address and stamp are also printed on the back of the card.

Inside the card, the beginning and the end are also written.

— Dear Police Officer

……

- I know what you've done

The author has something to say: la la la la la dungeon is about to be opened.

———Small Theater————

"I really want to have a cat..."

I can't remember how many times I have sighed in recent days. Annie patted my arm sympathetically. She knows how bad my family's financial situation is.

The whole wizarding world knew that the Weasleys were poor.

At this time, a person hurried past me, he walked very fast, the wizard robe brought a gust of wind, mixed with the smell of men's perfume.I don't know anything about perfume, I just think it smells good and it smells expensive...

Seeing that back clearly, I was stunned and stopped.

It's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and I didn't deliberately avoid him.There are so many things going on recently, I completely forgot about Draco, so that I didn't realize until I saw his back today that I haven't seen him for a long time.

I saw him for the first time since the last time he heard Lockhart say I was shy.Obviously at the time I was worried that he would make fun of me with this matter in the future, but it turned out that I was thinking too much. Not only did he not make fun of me, but he seemed to disappear from my life.

He disappeared from my field of vision in a blink of an eye. Seeing that I was staring at Malfoy's back in a daze just now, Annie seemed to have misunderstood the reason.

"How did Malfoy's father know that Lockhart's autobiography is all about stealing other people's stories? You're also curious, aren't you?"

I had a question mark on my face: "Lucius Malfoy? What does Lockhart's plagiarism have to do with him?"

Annie was surprised: "Didn't you read the newspaper carefully? It was Malfoy's father who revealed the whole thing to the Daily Prophet."

Speaking of which, she handed me the newspaper, and I quickly took the newspaper to find the interview with Lucius.The coverage of Lockhart took up the entire page.

In the report, Lucius provided reporters with many scandals that Lockhart had done, as clearly as if he had seen Lockhart do it himself.He even found those who had been used and forgotten, and paid a high price for the hospital to restore their memory.

Now it can be said that the evidence is solid, no matter how Lockhart defends, it will be useless, and no one will choose to believe him.

"...I cannot approve of such a liar teaching my son, and at the same time I question the judgments Hogwarts makes in choosing professors, which makes me think about whether to keep my children at Hogwarts Study." He wrote at the end.

In the middle of the page, Lucius smirked arrogantly at the camera while holding a scepter.