Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Wu Zhen patted him on the back comfortingly.

(Didi) (Didi)

The text message rang, and Sherlock let go of Wu Zhen and stood up.Wu Zhen was still kneeling on the ground, and took out his cell phone from his jeans.

Text from Annabelle:

[Really, where did you die, there is a speech about to start in the afternoon, the teacher needs to count the number of people, come quickly! 】

【ANN】

"Oh, I have to go to school."

Wu Zhen stood up and patted the ashes off his body.

Sherlock gave her a warm, trusting smile. "goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Sherlock is so weird today.

When Wu Zhen went downstairs, she suddenly remembered that it was Sherlock who comforted her at first, and how it became her comforting Sherlock later.

She smiled and shook her head, shaking some absurd thoughts out of her mind.

Hired a taxi on the side of the road, got in the car and hurried to the school.

Sherlock has been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows watching her get into the car, watching the car she was sitting in go away.

The corner of the mouth has been hooked, smiling.

This is very rare.

How could he be so calm and content when he had no case.

Ah, and I really want to see Makoto's expression when she knows that the so-called "female friend" she thought was a "girlfriend". It must be very interesting.

You have promised so solemnly, even if it is my lie to deceive you, don't think that I will let go.

Hurrying to catch up, in the crowded auditorium, Wu Zhen stood at the door, looking at people with different hair colors, and found a bright flamingo-like hairstyle inside, the owner of that hairstyle had sharp eyes, and waved to her from afar.

Annabelle sat in the second row of the auditorium, and the front row was the group of teachers.

After Wu Zhen took her seat, Annabelle moved close to her ears and covered her ears with her hands, and said in a low voice, "It's convenient to watch the handsome guy at a close distance."

A person on the stage is giving a speech, and his voice is pleasant.

Wu Zhen saw that the handsome guy was a standard handsome guy, and she knew him too.

The man who had made a not-so-good impression in the bathroom of a Chinatown restaurant ended up giving her a business card.

Dylan Wells, surgeon.

Unexpectedly, they graduated from the school.

"The teacher said that they are both psychological surgeons and doctors. Let's admire the demeanor of our seniors." Annabelle chuckled, "Which of the girls here is not here for their appearance?"

"Me." Wu Zhen said jokingly.

Annabelle smiled and punched her lightly.

"He's a top student in our medical school!" Annabelle said while biting on a juice straw, "He's handsome and talented, God really isn't fair."

"If you were a man, it would be even more unfair to see him."

"Why?" Annabelle finally let go of the pitifully wrinkled straw.

"Look at the expressions of the boys around you. There is jealousy mixed with disdain, and there is even a trace of anger mixed with envy." Wu Zhen pouted her lips and let Annabel see.

Annabelle looked around, covered her mouth and said in surprise, "It really is."

Wu Zhen sighed inexplicably.

"What does the word 'girlfriend' mean in English."

"Female friend, for example, you are my female friend." Annabelle didn't care.

"Oh, like this."

Wu Zhenxin's last worry was dispelled.

She can't just buy herself in a daze and count the money for others.

One after another of pictures flashed on the screen where the ppt was placed, anatomical diagrams of the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney and professional terms emerged one after another. Without a little medical knowledge, I couldn't understand it at all.

Wu Zhen majored in psychology and was not very interested in surgery. In order to show respect, Annabel, who is so talkative, didn't say a word, and looked at the face of Dylan who was speaking on the stage the whole time.

After the speech, everyone left.

Wu Zhen and Annabel were sitting in the middle of the second row. The people on the left and right sides had not dispersed, so they couldn't get out.Dylan on the stage came down, shook hands hastily with the instructors in the first row, and quickly blocked Wu Zhen at the exit of the second row.

He scratched his head with a smile: "Hello, I see you again."

Wu Zhen smiled: "Hello."

What Sherlock had said to her flashed across her mind, that she could be herself.

In fact, with a rebellious mentality, she didn't want to deal with these polite things, and she didn't want to deal with Dylan, who had a bad impression.

However, this is not hypocrisy, nor is it being yourself, it is politeness, the basic courtesy of the Chinese nation.

Society is confirmed by etiquette.

If you don't learn etiquette, you can't stand.

Wu Zhen establishes his correct outlook on life through one practice after another and the things passed down from his predecessors. Only a person with correct and firm concepts is a qualified psychologist who is not affected by patients.

Besides,... thinking about these nonsense all day long, she is about to become friends with her patients.

Annabelle's eyes sparkled behind Wu Zhen, as if she had caught gossip.

Dylan: "This is the second time I hear your voice."

Wu Zhen: "This is also the second time I see you."

They "meet" a total of two times.

The way he plays is so special.Once I took the liberty to interrupt in the toilet, and once I made a speech on the podium.

Dylan put his hands in his pockets, with an easy-going attitude.

"I'm not interested in what you listen to when I'm on stage."

"I really don't have much interest in surgery." Wu Zhen said honestly.

"That's it."

Wu Zhen was a little tired standing with a stack of books in his arms, the key point was that it was time for dinner.She was hungry, and she could hear Annabelle's stomach growling behind her.There were only a few random people left in the auditorium. It is estimated that there is no place in the cafeteria.

"Is it dinner time?"

"Yes."

Annabelle said, "Let's have dinner together."

Dylan froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"Eat in the cafeteria or outside?" Wu Zhen asked for an opinion.

Dylan smiled even more happily: "It's all right."

Annabelle: "How can I eat in the cafeteria, go outside."

Wu Zhen chatted and laughed with Annabel, and Dylan was by the side.On the road leading to the school entrance, Annabelle suddenly pointed at a person standing in front of her, and shook Wu Zhen's arm violently: "Really, look!"

What to look at?

Wu Zhen's eyesight has never been very good. He can see people blurry from four to fifty meters away.

But the outline of that person is familiar no matter how you look at it.

The hair part... black.The body part... is black, and it is preliminarily determined to be wearing a black long coat.

Ah, such a familiar and iconic outfit.

"Sherlock." Wu Zhen said unconsciously, "Why did he come here?"

Annabelle said in surprise: "Okay, you, if you know so many handsome guys and don't tell me, you are still friends."

"You don't have a boyfriend anymore, Tom looks okay." Wu Zhen gave her a white look.

"That's different. Home flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers. They are not allowed to be picked, and no one is allowed to miss them?"

Sherlock saw that the witch really walked in, so he went down the steps.He pursed his lips and smiled - he never liked to laugh loudly, and this was probably the biggest "smile" he was willing to show to people (or goldfish).

As far as she is concerned, she actually doesn't want to see Sherlock now, after all, she had such a talk with him before.

She was a little confused.

"May I invite you to dinner?" Sherlock said gentlemanly.

My heart is even more confused...

"The three of us are getting ready to go outside, together?" Annabelle said.

Dylan said, "Then reserve seats for four people."

Sherlock refused: "No, just the two of us."

"Sherlock, don't make trouble." Wu Zhen didn't bother to guess, it would be the easiest to ask directly. "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Oh, really. You really think too much." The corner of Sherlock's mouth evoked that familiar smile again.

Inexplicably, Wu Zhen was relieved, the thread in his heart was not important at once, let the chaos go away within the scope of not affecting normal life.

"Let's go, where to eat."

People depend on food, and food is the most important thing.

"Crime scene."

That is to say, she may be facing a pile of bloody internal organs or a hideous and stiff face, as well as various unpleasant smells... to eat?

That's really tasty.

Wu Zhen's face darkened, and he twisted his throat, feeling that his stomach was empty, but there was something that wanted to come out.

Seeing her like this, Sherlock guessed about seven or eight points, and hurriedly said, "No, it's not what you think."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"How do you know what I think is not what you think?"

"Then how do you know that what I think is not what you think I think?"

"Well, how do you know that what I think is not what you think I think and what you think?"

Wu Zhen controlled the topic.

This is like Zi Feiyu An Zhiyu's joy, and there is no conclusion after further discussion.

Wu Zhen's raised heart paused in mid-air, and landed again, following Sherlock.Sherlock walked in front, and for some reason, he was always within one step away from her, and followed her step by step.

Wu is really fast, so is he; Wu is really slow, so is he.

Later, Wu Zhen took two steps in one step and caught up with Sherlock.

Under the sycamore tree, leaves sprinkled in the aisle one after another. The sunlight passing through the gaps between the branches and leaves faithfully reflected the shadows of the two people. The two walked side by side. Sherlock's shadow was longer than that of Wu Zhen. Many times, he always walked in front, but this time, someone was with him.