[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

Sunshine isn't it?Always be considerate of the beauty-loving heart of a person who wants to be tanned. "

As he said that, he stepped forward and pressed his thumb on the fingerprint unlocking display screen. With the sound of unlocking the door, he said to me: "I will add your fingerprints in a while. I will The best thing about this guy is his enthusiasm.”

I replied weakly: "You are happy..." Anyway, in my study of Feng Shui, this kind of environment will have a considerable impact on people's emotions. Riati is such a ghost character.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow there will be an update of nearly 1w words!Must not miss!The time is... 11 o'clock in the evening, haha

Sherlock 06

When Sherlock returned to 221B, before his hand landed on the door, the door of this pitch-black 221B creaked open.

After Sherlock saw Jasmine standing at the door holding an umbrella with two thick dark circles under her eyes. Jasmine saw Sherlock and raised her voice, "Why did you just come back?"

Jasmine complained a little this time, she thought she would be fine in just one or two hours, if it wasn't for the rush when John came back, she was almost so sleepy that she was about to faint, and she didn't have enough sleep, she always felt that she and the god of death were about to come A "Romantic" Encounter

"Oh! I'm sorry! It's really hard to turn down my kindness to Mycroft." Sherlock said with a slightly distressed expression. In Jasmine's eyes, this expression became an even worse insult to her patience!

Jasmine repeatedly warned herself to stay calm: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yep!" Sherlock looked at Jasmine honestly, not feeling anything wrong at all, and his smile deepened to show his sincerity, but he didn't know that his expression was rather flat.

Jasmine finally couldn't bear Sherlock's frankness. What she hated most was Sherlock's hurtful frankness. She clenched her fists bitterly and said, "Sherlock! You've gone too far!"

Sherlock stared blankly at Jasmine whose expression suddenly changed, and was puzzled for a moment. A woman's heart is really a needle in the sea.

He said without knowing why, "Oh, Jasmine, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Jasmine interrupted him angrily. She was only as tall as Sherlock's shoulders, so she could only look up at Sherlock and said, her thin lips opened and closed: "Your phone, even if it is really big I won’t take it either!” The last word was uttered quite sonorously.After finishing speaking, Sherlock was not given any chance to explain. Of course, Sherlock would not explain, because he had no idea why Jasmine made such a sudden change.

He claims to have a superior IQ, but in these emotional trivial matters, even if a sow can climb a tree, Sherlock will not understand.Thinking of this, the roar of powerful horsepower came to my ears.

It was Mrs. Hudson, and she greeted kindly in her luxury trot: "Oh! Sherlock!"

"Mrs. Hudson... you... did you go to cosplay? Did you play the role of a sunflower that drank pesticides?" Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson's bright yellow dress and red lips with disgust. attack road.

God knows what frightened him—from a makeup novice.

Mrs. Hudson's happy expression drooped in an instant. She and Sherlock are very familiar with each other like family members. Although she won't leave angrily, she still feels angry. She narrowed her eyes and picked up the emphatic lesson to Sherlock: " Oh, young man, you are responsible for what you say."

"Where are you going?" Sherlock thought that Mrs. Hudson would drive in the direction of the underground garage, but she turned in another direction.

"I'm going to the supermarket next door to buy some vegetables, Youngboy, if you want to eat the food I cook, stop saying these inappropriate words." As he spoke, he drove her in a luxurious trot like he was facing the street.

Sherlock smiled lightly, with a layer of warmth floating in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he thought that he would end up alone in this materialistic yet joyless world, but life is always full of surprises. These ordinary people whom he used to sneer at have become his indispensable family members in his life.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, John glanced through the gap in the railing holding his precious daughter Rose and said, "Sherlock, you're back."

Hearing the long-lost voice of his old friend, Sherlock had an illusion that he seemed to be in another world. He is not an emotional person, but he really yearns for the time when he fought side by side with John, even now, but I have to say , today is different from the past.So much has happened in just a few years.

Death and rebirth.

Sherlock strode up to the second floor in three steps at a time. His eyes fell on Rose in John's arms, and he complained, "Hurry up and take your daughter away, John. If there is such a job again, please call me!" For Jasmine, Please."

John naturally knew that Sherlock was tortured by Rose mentally and physically, but he expressed gloating about it, and asked pretending not to know, "Why, you are the godfather of the child."

Hearing this, Sherlock took out his trump card and said, "Ha, if you don't mind me taking drugs in front of the children."

John stood there, silent for a second, and said quietly: "You are enough!"

John suddenly thought of Jasmine who had just left. He clicked his tongue and asked Sherlock: "Oh, by the way, did you meet Jasmine when you came back? She just left not long ago." He had to be anxious, he knew that Sherlock hadn't explained his confession to Jasmine that day, so he thought that Sherlock still had feelings for Jasmine.

Otherwise, Sherlock wouldn't have collapsed after the phone call that day, and he wouldn't have hesitated to say those three words until the end of the timer, and he wouldn't have delayed giving Jasmine an explanation.

Sherlock unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and searched for his violin in the house with his waist down. While searching, he replied: "Sure, of course I met..."

John asked curiously, "Didn't you say anything?"

"Of course!" Sherlock just answered the question truthfully, but his mind was on finding the violin.

Damn it!Where did you go?Sherlock had a terrible headache. What he hated most was looking for things, especially things he had lost.

John patted Rose on the back lightly, his smile was a little indescribable, and he asked, "What? What did you say? Sherlock?"

Sherlock paused slightly for picking up the pile of waste papers. Thinking of Jasmine's inexplicable anger, he felt annoyed, then waved it in the air, and quickly said: "It's not worth mentioning."

At this moment, John is pretending to be an expert in emotional analysis, and always feels that he can find some clues in the conversation between the two, so he continued: "Don't do that, talk about it!"

Sherlock recalled, and replied: "...YEP!"

John's face, which had been looking forward to the last second, quickly collapsed this second, and his voice was high-pitched: "Are you kidding me? You just said Yep?"

Sherlock suddenly popped a head out from behind the sofa, pointed at John with his finger, and added: "Oh, no, I also said that Mycroft's kindness is hard to resist."

John's teeth were a little itchy, and he was unable to hold his forehead: "My God, Sherlock... what did you say. That's Jasmine!"

The hand that was fiddling with a pile of scattered documents suddenly stopped. Of course he knew what John was thinking...but he really didn't know how to speak. That day was his last choice under the critical situation. His friend's few hands were the only thing he could do. He can count them all, he... is unwilling to hurt Jasmine.But in fact, procrastination is also a burst of harm.

His tone slowed down, and he pretended not to care and continued with his hands: "Yes! I know, Jasmine Amber! Well, John, I need to work now."

Upon hearing this, John leaned over curiously: "Why, there is a new case?"

Sherlock finally stood up behind the sofa. He was looking for the violin, but suddenly turned into looking for the flight accidents of the past year, because he firmly believed that the flight accidents had something to do with the nuclear weapons this time. quite a relationship.

His voice was deep, pleasant and magnetic: "Yes, it is quite a headache case. A passionate opponent." His eyes showed a fiery heat, and this long-lost look moved John Watson, He murmured, "Hot blood?...Are you...are you kidding me? Are you sure? M...Moriarty"

Sherlock praised without sincerity: "The answer is correct."

John pressed, "Is he causing trouble again?"

Sherlock gave John a condescending look and said, "Nope!"

Rose had already fallen asleep. He put Rose on the sofa against the wall, approached Sherlock with his hands on his hips and asked, "Then what's your headache?" John didn't understand. What else is there to worry about, shouldn't Sherlock be concerned about his relationship with Jasmine?

Naturally, Sherlock didn't know what John was thinking. He walked to the writing desk where the bottles and jars were placed, pushed all the useless waste paper documents and books aside, opened the notebook, and when he was waiting to turn it on, he thought of Morrie Artie's neurotic performance full of meaning, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It's a cooperative relationship, John, we have become a cooperative relationship."

John's mouth was half-opened, and he was speechless for a moment. The shock of this news was more exciting than when he knew Sherlock had come back from the dead. He hurriedly called God: "Oh My God!"

On the side, Sherlock's sitting posture on the chair suddenly became stiff, his pupils