[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

The night in Oxford Street can be described as infinite scenery.This ancient long street has both the prosperity and beauty of the prosperous age and the elegant charm of the old. The strong British sense of old-fashioned history is intertwined with the modern sense of the continuous flow of vehicles, which is enough to make anyone feel nostalgic for spring and autumn. feelings.At this moment, the sky is getting dark, even the setting sun and sunset have disappeared, only the colorful and colorful lights unique to modern cities are left to illuminate the sky of London metropolis.

Li Mingye and Sherlock are not people who want to show their appetites. After they got off the taxi, they were stuck in the traffic jam and lost their temper. As soon as they saw a restaurant in front of them, they immediately went in.Unfortunately, as soon as the two ordered their meals, it immediately started snowing outside.

The two sat in the seats facing the street.Reflecting the radiant street scene outside and the fluffy snow, under the warm yellow light, Sherlock's already pale face seemed almost as fragile as glass. Cold and white as paper.He hadn't spoken all the way until now when he said, "You knew Lestrade before."

Sherlock's words were firm, without the slightest doubt.Li Mingye glanced at him and said, "You can take it as me getting acquainted with the new boss in advance."

"Perfunctory." Sherlock sneered, "Shirley, I think the friendship between us has already made you no longer waste your brainpower on perfunctory me. You will be introduced to Scotland Yard by Mycroft as a top student who graduated from Oxford. The Homicide and Serious Crimes Department is in a very detached position—what relationship do you have with Lestrade?"

Li Mingye leaned back on the back of the chair and said lazily: "Sherlock, Sherlock...you are so annoying, I have a good impression of Mr. Inspector because I think he is an extinct My dear fellow, I am quite surprised that he could stand Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock curled his lips, with a look of boredom on his proud face: "He's Mycroft's lackey. I've smelled the perfume that every one of Mycroft's secretaries likes from him more than once. "

"It's just - um, brother's concern?" Li Mingye casually interjected.

The boredom on Sherlock's face was not at all concealed.There are few people in this world who are born with the appearance of a smart person like him. Even the high cheekbones and overly pointed nose, which are not handsome in the traditional sense, still look aloof on such a face arrogant beauty.Especially when he bluntly expressed his disgust and irritability, the almost neurotic wisdom on that face became even more obvious, enough to separate him from ordinary people.

He knocked on the table in front of him impatiently, and warned coldly and quickly: "Given your previous excuses, can I infer that there is an 80% chance that the topic you are going to talk about now is about the 'little one'?" Public servants' good words?"

Li Mingye blinked, and didn't care about his impoliteness. Instead, he kindly changed the subject and chatted with Sherlock about music—both of them have extremely high attainments in music, which is the commonality of geniuses. Sex, even if they have the most rational core in the world, there must be something that can carry the more surging emotions of geniuses than mortals.Whenever they discussed music, the differences between past and present Sherlock Holmes became more apparent.

Shylock loves Paganini very much. Whenever he pulls the bow, it seems that he shares his soul with another incomparable genius in that distant time and space.The sound of the piano is almost surly, it can pierce people's soul, the ultimate talent and almost cold arrogance can make those who are lucky enough to listen to the wailing from the soul in their ears.

And Li Mingye prefers Bach.Her playing can make people burst out hope of life in the throes of struggling and dying, and the most soft and beautiful expectation is hidden under the strict steel and iron bones - that is the sudden enlightenment flowing from the deep and elegant fingering bow technique, Every note of deep sadness composes a holy and beautiful future at the end.

Both of them prefer Liszt on the piano.They all have that almost brilliant and wild style and extremely superb skills. Whether it is showing skills or playing, they all have extraordinary expressiveness that can make people dizzy.It's just that Sherlock's works are more enthusiastic and tend to show off, highlighting the arrogant arrogance in his character.Li Mingye's performance is magnificent and romantic, with an extraordinary humanitarian atmosphere.

Sherlock takes great care of his music, rarely composes and plays himself, and occasionally releases a song for his own entertainment. He has a stubborn conceit of "you mortals don't deserve to listen to my music".Li Mingye, on the other hand, is much more peaceful. When she gets bored, she will play anything, and occasionally she will play "Tom and Jerry", "Snow White" and the like, which is very down-to-earth.Of course, if these two people fell into some kind of anxiety at the same time, there would really be no one within a radius of 30 meters—the terrible "Double Violin Concerto with a Big Saw" is enough to stun any person with normal aesthetics past.

No matter when, the topic of music is very safe for Sherlock and Li Mingye, except when they are immersed in a certain case.It's just that Sherlock seemed a little absent-minded this time, and his reaction was a little slower than usual - maybe it was only a half-second pause, but it was almost clear in Li Mingye's eyes.

Li Mingye stopped the topic, and she looked at the young man in front of her.The young man with a pale face said a few more comments on modern music out of habit, especially expressing his deep aversion to liberal music.After he finished speaking, he cut another piece of steak from the plate in front of him and chewed a few absently.

Li Mingye suddenly stretched out her hand to cover Sherlock's forehead, and the temperature touched by the cool palm made her frown, and said lightly: "The aftermath of salvaging the safe the day before yesterday, huh?"

"...Obviously. The lake water with a temperature of about 3 degrees causes fever and inflammation of the tonsils. After the hypothalamus finds the heat source, it speeds up the body's metabolism and reduces blood flow." Sherlock was stunned by the sudden physical contact, but A series of words burst out from the mouth in a very quick reaction.

"Looking at your complexion, there are still two days of sleepless nights and hunger strikes that have weakened your immunity and caused malnutrition, Sherlock." There was no blame in Li Mingye's words. It can be said that no one would compare She understood Sherlock better, so she couldn't blame anything.It's just that it's okay for the same symptoms to appear in her body, but in others, it made her understand Watson's worries about her health.

Li Mingye didn't say anything, he just speeded up and cleaned up the steak and salad in front of him, then he paid the bill and helped Sherlock go straight to the hospital.Sherlock didn't object, even though he didn't really want to go to the hospital, but he knew from the bottom of his heart how strong and determined Li Mingye was. There was an argument.Little did he know that Li Mingye was grateful for his silence at the moment.

Let a former Sherlock Holmes persuade another Holmes to enter the hospital?This is not very difficult, but it is too difficult for a former Sherlock Holmes to persuade others very gently with Watson's "teaching".But to be honest, Li Mingye did not take anyone else to the hospital, so she only poured brandy on others to stimulate their spirits for a short time.And the people around her usually don't need her to take care of them-usually others chase her and call her to eat and sleep.

Thankfully Sherlock was quiet at this point, instead of his usual chatter.In fact, Li Mingye was a little surprised. She thought Sherlock would not agree. After all, this person has always hated the hospital, and made doctors and nurses picky from private life to medication habits to medical practices.He is obviously more used to the various medicines and medical equipment he always has - during the month they lived together in the safe house, Sherlock, who was full of talk, could almost tell the doctors and nurses in the private hospital that they wanted to change their careers to become a doctor. Veterinarians, at least do so when their patients scold them and they don't understand them.

At the moment, the talkative master is sitting quietly on the soft seat of the taxi, the tightly wrapped scarf and thick windbreaker make his face look transparent, his brows are rare and dull His posture allowed this man who was usually surrounded by a high IQ aura to finally reveal his true face - Youzi has a somewhat soft outline, like an inexperienced teenager, his pupils of a different color are covered with a layer of faintness. The light of the water is like a lake where the stars are falling.He looked at the woman beside him peacefully, but his pupils were divergent, obviously distracted.

Rao Li Mingye's hard-hearted heart can't help but soften his heart. After all, watching the grown-up children, in terms of attitude towards sick children, even a person who was feared by criminals as a devil in his previous life is at the same time as the world at this time. All elders are the same.She stretched out her hand to cover Sherlock's collar, and said in a rare gentle and blunt tone: "Although I don't know what you are thinking now, I still suggest that you make up for the sleep time. Sufficient sleep is beneficial." In good health."

"You don't know what I'm thinking? The omniscient Shirley Lee finally has something she doesn't know." Sherlock made a joke at first, but his voice was a little hoarse and low, coupled with his habitual sarcasm It really doesn't sound like a joke.

"Omniscient? All I know are some tricks of reasoning, not mind reading, dear Sherlock." Li Mingye paused, then laughed and said, "Delete Gleason's words, he has always been committed to It is actually quite absurd to regard me as an earthly god (the original Fu misunderstood the title of goddess). You and I are all mortals."

Sherlock still looked at her silently, and after a while, he finally spoke—it was no longer his usual extremely fast and sonorous tone, at this moment, every word of his was full of deliberation and deliberation: "I'm thinking You, Shirley. Sometimes you are very unreasonable, but I never said it-you seem to have some characteristics of an elderly person, but you have the characteristics of a young girl, which is very unreasonable."

Li Mingye's hand stopped.

"All of your fonts express your personality—resolute, adventurous, self-respecting, scheming, but that's not the point. The point is that your English, French, German, etc. are written in the same way as your Chinese. The way of writing is completely different, your Chinese is more lively and magnanimous, this is your habit of writing Chinese." Sherlock seemed to be considering the words, paused before continuing. "Whenever it rains, you have the habit of kneading your knee joints. This is a habit that people with rheumatic pain have, and you obviously don't. Once you were reading a book, and you habitually touched it. The bridge of the nose, I guess this is an action to push the glasses, but you are obviously not short-sighted, of course you have noticed this flaw, and I have never seen it again since. More importantly-I don’t know if you have noticed, When you're in a relaxed mood, you have a habit of squinting a little bit at people, especially when you're relaxed observing. I hadn't made the connection until I saw a mildly rheumatic wearing old man a few days ago. The old man in the flower mirror."

Even if it is acting, there will always be negligence after a few years, and Sherlock Holmes is such a cautious person, and the two have been together for a long time, even another Holmes cannot completely deceive him.

Li Mingye just looked at him.At that moment, Sherlock seemed to see a real look - shock, relief, pride and relief, just like a gardener who saw a sapling he planted by himself grow into a towering tree, with a trace of peace and tolerance unique to the elders.And in an instant, this look disappeared, and in his eyes was the always gentle and flawless Shirley Lee, calm like a pool of deep water.

For some reason, Sherlock, who is always looking for the truth, couldn't continue talking for a while.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to express his reasoning, it might lead to the complete departure of the lady in front of him—leaving his side without any resentment but full of regret, and disappearing forever.

At this time, Sherlock Holmes has not realized that when he planned to express his reasoning before, he really wanted to understand Shirley from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to really understand this mysterious lady All the secrets of the secrets stem from a kind of budding desire to possess and control.Ordinary people would not behave like him when this kind of complicated desire (anti-harmony) sprouted, but he upheld his consistent straight-forward style and just opened his mouth like this.

But this subtle longing is so insignificant compared to losing forever.The young consulting detective fell silent, just took a deep look at his friend, and continued after a while: "You are my best friend, so I will continue to let your perfunctory - all perfunctory, Xue Li."

After a long silence, the oriental girl patted Sherlock's chest in a strange way, and the rare surprise had disappeared from her beautiful face.She spoke softly, as if a promise, and recognized the solemnity and gratitude after the phrase "best friend": "My honor, Sherlock."

After getting off the taxi, Sherlock was a little weak, which also made his legs stagger a little when they just touched the ground. Li Mingye quickly walked around from the other side to support him. He walked into the hospital with deep eyes.Li Mingye called Sherlock directly to the emergency room—the very high cost of a private hospital represents an excellent and responsible doctor and a good service attitude. He took out his credit card, and the latter only raised his eyelids and glanced at it, showing no objection at all.

Before the doctor had time to give Sherlock a checklist, he heard the man with a body temperature as high as 38.9° say in a very fast tone: "There is no need to do blood tests, just infuse directly. The cause of my fever is a cold, and now I have tonsils." Inflammation, symptoms of lower respiratory tract infection, give me ceftazidime and..." Before he finished speaking, he stopped, coughed twice after a while, and frowned.

The doctor probably has never seen a patient with such a unique style of painting, and the formulaic gentle smile on his face paused for a moment.Li Mingye next to him was originally too lazy to stop Sherlock's mouth, but he glanced at the coughing young man with a flushed face, and finally smiled kindly at him: "Sherlock, as a patient, keep quiet It is due courtesy not to affect the doctor's judgment." Seeing that Sherlock was still a little unconvinced and wanted to speak, she simply stretched out her hand and pulled Sherlock's scarf up, covering it directly under her nose. Mouth you!

Sherlock, a sicker bear, a bear kid, Holmes closed his mouth aggrievedly, and in his somewhat blurred vision was Shirley's face, which seemed serious but absent-minded, apparently half-focused on other places.The woman listened to the doctor's advice with this elegant and polite perfunctory face, and the doctor—obviously, even if he was a little burned to the point of blurring his vision—the doctor's breathing quickened and his pupils dilated slightly. , if the two get along for a while, maybe they will leave a phone call!

A doctor with no professional ethics who had a long-term girlfriend and cheated on at least two people at the same time, one of whom was a nurse who had just been outside, and the other was supposed to be a rich girl from a well-born background.I like to cook, I have three pets, two dogs and one cat, I like to give my pets to my lover to take care of them to win their lover's heart, I drive to work the night shift, I refueled once on the way, I like to shake with my lover CHE...

Sherlock glanced at the doctor, and Li Mingye immediately noticed the critical and unkind eyes.Normally, Li Mingye wouldn't be bothered to stop him—of course, Li Mingye didn't think Sherlock would do anything even if he said it, anyway, she didn't expect the child to be polite.However, considering Sherlock's condition at this time, she could only sigh in her heart, grabbed the right hand that was impatiently tapping on Sherlock's leg, and patted the back of her hand reassuringly.

Sherlock glanced at Li Mingye, and finally fell silent quietly, like a lost, irritable and at a loss cat being patted on the head by its owner, being appeased and at the same time showing a bit of grievance—this It's Shirley's first time!Really shut him up for the first time!

Any subtle emotions of Sherlock are very obvious due to the brain that is a little confused due to the fever. If Li Mingye has a hobby of studying Sherlock, then this is really a good opportunity.But it is a pity that the former Mr. Consulting Detective no longer regards Sherlock as her copy, but as an independent person, so out of respect for her friends, she did not observe and study all the time This brat—of course, if she really did this, she might have noticed the changes in Sherlock much earlier.But sadly she didn't.

She was even a little confused by Sherlock's aggrieved attitude now, but since she has no experience in raising children, she can't be harsh on this kind of rough nerves that belong to men...

In a word, Sherlock, who was following Li Mingye, was very silent during the whole process, no matter when he was doing the examination, or the infusion and injection, even though his frown showed that he was very impatient now, But the venom that was about to move was still held back by the usually unscrupulous Mr. Holmes.

Li Mingye, who took the lead to handle all affairs smoothly, was very satisfied with Sherlock's silent attitude. Everyone liked obedient (fog) children, especially the former consulting detective who lacked patience and took the child to see a doctor for the first time.Under the warm and courteous guidance of the nurses, the two went to the beautifully decorated infusion room and sat on the soft sofa. The nurse with a very good professional attitude thoughtfully turned on the TV facing the sofa.

Li Mingye habitually tuned to the midnight news channel, while Sherlock continued to keep quiet and watched a few nurses come over, using the method of "enough to form two medical (anti-harmony) incidents (anti-harmony) stories" The soft needle was inserted into the blood vessel on the back of his hand.He silently watched the medicine drip into the blood vessel drop by drop, while the woman beside him still looked absent-minded, and couldn't help but speak impulsively: "Xue Li."

"Huh?" Li Mingye glanced at him, noticed his abnormality, and asked with a frown, "Cold? I can't read minds, dear Sherlock. As a friend who takes care of you, I need you to say Your right needs instead of making me guess."

"..." Sherlock choked for a moment, and realized that his emotions were abnormal.He was silent for a while, and could only say, "Black coffee, two pieces of sugar."

Li Mingye was really puzzled this time, she could naturally see that Sherlock's words were insincere, so she couldn't help but feel a little strange.She turned her head and leaned towards Sherlock, with her hands on her knees forming a tower - Sherlock recognized Shirley's "about to start serious reasoning" posture at a glance, and subconsciously raised her hands to do it. He made a stop gesture, and said in a somewhat bewildered way: "Don't analyze me, I..." The instinctive words stopped before halfway out of their mouths.

Sherlock suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but he just instinctively didn't want to play this kind of deduction game with Shirley anymore - he felt that he seemed to have a strange feeling that he couldn't even himself. The emotions he had sorted out, the emotions he had never experienced before, disturbed his brain, making him instinctively unwilling to be seen through by the equally intelligent woman opposite.

"I heard that people who are sick are different from usual. I once had a doctor friend who told me that sometimes people who are sick will be unreasonable like a child. This is the psychological fragility caused by physical lesions..." Li Mingye thought about it and comforted her, although the comfort was rather blunt. "It's fine when the fever subsides. You can sleep and try to calm your mind down."

"I'm not a toddler and I don't need sleep, I need thinking."

"I know, this is just a metaphor... So what do you want to talk about? Music? Botany? Psychology? Your brain is heating up, let it rest for a while." Li Mingye sighed for a long time, Showing the patient attitude that Watson had treated him in the previous life, he hesitated for a moment, and patted the back of his hand reassuringly.

The slightly cool palm fell on the skin on the back of the man's hand, and Sherlock suddenly felt that a small piece of skin seemed to be a little hot.

He suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him seriously.

Just like the face I saw for the first time, the eternally calm and extraordinarily gentle eyebrows when facing him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist under the light light and hazy vision, but it was extraordinarily special—— There is no one else as special as the one and only Shirley Lee.

Perhaps it is really the long-term loneliness in IQ that makes this woman more important. Under the stimulation of almost losing today, Sherlock suddenly realized that Shirley is special in his heart, perhaps more special than "best friend" But also a little more special.

As a logician, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has always been objective, was finally shocked by his discovery one day.Looking at the result that jumped out of the thinking palace, the self in my mind was speechless for a moment—if only I could extract the dopamine I secreted and measure the amount.

He clearly prefers quantified objective outcomes to something more abstract.

He needs to observe himself, long-term observation, to ensure the correctness of this result.

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If only there was a favorability meter

Before this chapter, the two Sherlock Holmes' affection for each other was roughly like this

Original blessing: 60 (plastic talent, bear child)

Curly blessing: 65 (dependent object, friend)

after this chapter

Original blessing: 60 (plastic talent, bear child)

Curly blessing: 70 (Do I like her?! This shit scares the baby to death)