[TV] She forgot again

After seeing off Mycroft, Nicole breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the seat.

Everyone in the Holmes family is difficult to deal with!But Nicole confirmed one thing, that is, her hypnosis is still very powerful.

To get the other party to agree to give me Corgi's paw prints, a large part of it depends on hypnosis.As long as people are weak, they can be hypnotized.

Mycroft is sweet and lazy.So he didn't like the coffee she made, and he didn't want to spend too much time on how to "buy" her.

Then, Nicole can take advantage of the situation and apply hypnosis.Although only a few seconds.

I really look forward to the day when I receive the souvenir!

Sherlock returned on the evening of the third day, much earlier than Mycroft had expected.

It was Nicole who opened the door for Sherlock.He is always like this, obviously he has the key, but he wants someone else to run over to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Sherlock walked in with long legs and a cold air.He took off his scarf and coat and hung them on the hanger at the door, his movements flowing freely.

"I need a cup of coffee now." Sherlock said, looking at Nicole who was still at the door.In the midst of dealing with the trouble someone caused him, Sherlock inexplicably missed Nicole's perfect coffee.

"First... Mister." Speaking of which...why does this top-notch beauty look so familiar?

Sherlock gave Nicole a sideways glance, and was about to sarcastically say, "I haven't seen you for only two days, seventeen hours and 45 minutes. Has your IQ dropped below zero?"

But in the next second, Sherlock was bitten when he reached the tip of his tongue.

Sherlock took back his steps towards the house, turned around and faced Nicole, his gray eyes were like falcons, and a sharp light flashed across them.

Sherlock looked down at her.

The aura is in full swing.

Nicole seemed to be shocked, and took half a step back.At this very second, she had seen a man transform from a cold and aloof gentleman into a powerful and stern tyrant in an instant.

This is simply... straight to the heart!

what to do?It felt so tempting, it made her want to tear off the other's hard shell!

With a straight face, Sherlock released his tightly pursed lips: "You, forgot."

His little assistant...

Actually, in less than three days...

Forgot about him.

One month, 720 hours of being together day and night, and it only takes 65 hours to forget... Nicole's memory may not take that long.

"Tell me, who am I?" Sherlock raised his voice, his face pale and serious.

Following Sherlock's question, Nicole's body trembled slightly, and even her beautiful jewel-like eyes were covered with moisture.

... so fierce.

"Answer my question, Nicole." Sherlock crossed his arms, looking like "if you can't answer, don't think I'll let you go".

Nicole frowned beautifully, bit her pink lips and muttered: "Please let... let me think about it."

If Nicole's memory slaughterhouse can be visualized, then the scene inside must be: a Q version of little Nicole's crazy looking for things in several categories.

But I only found out what kind of coffee Mr. Detective likes, not Mr. Detective's name!

Then the Q version of Little Nicole rushed to the "Other" category, looking for all the information about Mr. Detective more eagerly.

In the end, Nicole struggled to find some other information about Mr. Detective from her shattered memory.

But that was already 4 minutes and 49 seconds later.

"Xia, Sherlock Holmes?"

Hearing the girl's unsure soft voice, Sherlock finally stopped pacing back and forth.

Nicole: It's the scariest and longest 4 minutes and 49 seconds in the world!Fortunately she got it right.

Sherlock: 4 minutes and 49 seconds.If he doesn't get an answer within five minutes, he'll have to take some action.

Then our great detective walked straight into the house without even looking at Nicole.

Later...Nicole discovered that from this day on, Sherlock Holmes never left her for more than twelve hours.

……

"First... Sir, the temperature of the coffee you want is just right, hehe." Nicole held a cup of freshly baked coffee and cautiously approached it.She held a black coffee cup in her white jade-like hand, the extreme color difference made her look extraordinarily alluring.

Sherlock glanced at the coffee...it was actually the hand holding the coffee for two seconds.Then he took the glass slowly and took a sip.

"It's too sweet." Then a certain big detective who came back in a hurry curled up on the sofa and didn't move.

"..." Well, it's my fault for forgetting your name.

The second cup of coffee was placed in front of Mr. Detective.

"Too bitter."

"..." Okay, you are the boss and you have the final say.

The third cup of coffee was delivered to Mr. Detective.

"Too cold."

"..." This is starting to make trouble for no reason?

The fourth cup of coffee was brought to Mr. Detective's lips.

...well, the mouth.

Sherlock moved his noble neck, and naturally took a sip from the cup Nicole was holding.Then he licked his lips and closed his mouth.

However, where Nicole couldn't see, the ears covered by the soft black natural curls were slightly red.

Nicole: If Sherlock dares to dislike a word again, she will let him take a fragrant coffee bath.

Nicole, however, underestimates a certain tantrum-like cat.

3 minutes later……

"Nicole, the jar." Sherlock used his brain that didn't need to rest and his tireless body, standing in front of his pair of experimental instruments and materials, ready to continue calling Nicole.

"No, this is a flask." As soon as Nicole's hand touched the glass transparent container, she was interrupted by a never-ending magnetic and elegant voice.

"Wrong, that's an Erlenmeyer flask." Sherlock glanced at Nicole from the corner of his eyes, and once again judged that Nicole's IQ was zero with his bloodless lips.

"Sir, I have failed in chemistry since elementary school." Nicole put down the reagent bottle in her hand, and looked at Sherlock seriously with bright and innocent eyes.

"In China's education system, the average age of 12 begins to touch the surface of chemical knowledge. You live in China until you are 3 years old, and you live in Italy and China between the ages of 3 and 16, and occasionally take vacations in the UK. Most of your time I studied in a Chinese school, and my musical talent was cultivated when I was in Italy..."

"Wait, stop, sir!" Nicole quickly stopped Sherlock, she was afraid that if she didn't stop, the other party would tell her how many times she had urinated in the bed since she was a child, how many times she had urinated, and how many times she had tricked several people.

Although the current Mr. Detective looks a bit tired, his face is pale, his hand-made expensive suit is a bit dirty, and his white shirt has been unbuttoned to the third button a long time ago...

It's decadent and sexy!

Nicole suddenly felt that Mr. Detective was always so pleasing to the eye.

"Sir, you should go take a shower now and get some rest. Oh, and eat something, I'm sure you haven't eaten more than two good meals in three days." Nicole thinks they should pay attention Focus on Mr. Detective, not the details of her previous life.

In the next five hours, Nicole thought she could write a book called "101 Best Ways to Cope a Big Tsundere Pet."

By the way, during these five hours, Mr. Detective's poisonous tongue is maxed out.

After finally dragging Mr. Detective out of a pair of files and experimental reagents and stuffing them into the quilt, Nicole stood by the door wiping her sweat before turning off the lights.

"Sir, I have locked the violin under the mattress, so please rest well and don't wake up in the middle of the night to disturb the people." God knows how many times Sherlock woke up Nicole in the middle of the night or early in the morning in a month!

Also, in less than three days, he has dealt with the "small troubles that ordinary people need to deal with for a week" caused by a good brother, and he really needs to take a good rest.

Sherlock pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to straighten the quilt on his body a little, and maintained a half-sitting movement.

"What do you want? Sir." Nicole just took a look at Sherlock like this, and knew that he still had something to say.

"That guy has been looking for you." This is a declarative sentence.

Obviously, "that guy" was referring to Mycroft.

"Ah... let me think about it." Nicole was still searching for useful information in her mind.

Knowing about Nicole's appalling memory, Sherlock kindly reminded, "What condition did he ask you to monitor me?"

"Check or cash? 93% are checks." Sherlock stated his reasoning without waiting for Nicole's answer.

Nicole took out the check that was hidden next to her body, happily ran back to Sherlock, and handed him the check.

Sherlock watched the girl run to his side excitedly, every move was like a small animal waiting to be praised.

"I have to say that Mr. Holmes is very generous." Nicole bent her charming big eyes and smiled brightly.

"Turn your face away." Sherlock's originally soft expression became serious again.

"...Why?" Nicole didn't understand.

"It hinders my thinking." In fact, I just don't want to see my little assistant smiling so happily holding other people's money.

"..." Fuck your thinking!

"By the way, there is one more item that Mr. Holmes will send soon." Nicole ignored Sherlock's words and smiled even more happily.Now she is like a cat stealing fish, her eyes seem to be shining like diamonds.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and asked silently.

"Sir, in exchange, I'll tell you the answer, can you stop being angry?" Nicole took the opportunity to ask.

In the next second, Sherlock's body leaned against the soft pillow, and his head tilted slightly.Nicole knew he agreed.

Maybe Nicole didn't realize it herself, she had unknowingly become familiar with everything about Sherlock, from his words and deeds to his habits and hobbies.Those minutiae, nuanced bits and pieces began to invade Nicole's memory world like a virus.

"The paw prints of the Queen's Corgis."

Hearing Nicole's answer, Sherlock immediately constructed a scene in his mind of Mycroft holding some kind of short-legged creature.

That was the pet dog that the Queen regarded as her life. Except for Mycroft who did it himself, who would have the audacity to do such a thing?

Maybe he should hack all the probes in the palace and record such a harmonious and beautiful scene permanently.

"Well done." He could laugh at Mycroft for the rest of his life about it.

Sherlock blinked, smiling reservedly.He reached out a pale hand and patted Nicole's furry head like a compliment to his little pet.

As far as the two brothers of the Holmes family are in the same situation, falling in love with each other and killing each other——

——Mr. Detective must be laughing wildly in his heart!A reserved smile or something must be prudish!

Two days later, the "little staff" of the British government, which has always been extremely efficient, returned to 221B Baker Street.

At this moment Nicole is playing the violin with Sherlock.Nicole is using the Amati violin personally selected by Sherlock, which has a long production process and history and is produced in Italy.

I have to admit that Mr. Detective's choice is absolutely pleasing to the eye.

This is definitely the smoothest violin Nicole has ever had, bar none!It is smoother than the one handed over to my own world.

It's like... tailor-made for her.

When the two played the last note of "Serenade" in perfect harmony, the door of 221B was knocked.

—Three short knocks at equal intervals.

Sherlock's ears moved invisibly, and there was no change in expression on his handsome and gentle face.

"Sir, is there someone knocking on the door?" Nicole put down the violin and asked uncertainly.

After all...it's 2:18 in the morning.

The normal Baker Street crowd should be in their dreams.

She was the only one who was so happy when she received the gift.Then, under the invisible instigation of Mr. Detective, they played the violin with each other until the early morning.

Sherlock knew it was Mycroft from the time he heard the three slightly obsessive knocks on the door.

Sherlock nodded, and then watched Nicole clattering down the stairs in her slippers to open the door.He was looking forward to the scene where Mycroft saw Nicole.

He can't be left alone, can he?

Opening the door, Ni can see a calm man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a black umbrella in one hand, standing at the door with incomparable elegance.

"Excuse me, sir...what's the matter?" Nicole looked warily at the man who appeared at the door of the house in the middle of the night.

My thoughts accidentally let go: Maybe this is a black umbrella control pervert who likes to knock on other people's doors in the middle of the night!

Mycroft: What the hell is that look on her face?

Immediately, the smile on Mycroft's face froze when he thought of what to say.As smart as he is, how can he not see that Nicole's memory has completely deleted any information about him?

"Cough, good evening, Miss Stuart." Mycroft coughed lowly, and his good family education and gentlemanly demeanor made him speak politely.

"Please remember my request." Before Nicole could speak again, Mycroft handed an envelope to Nicole.

Nicole, who took the envelope, opened it blankly and looked at it.The high-grade sheepskin envelope contained a piece of paper with four dog paw prints on it.

Immediately the memory came back.

Nicole turned sideways quickly, letting Mycroft in: "Good evening, Mr. Holmes."

Apparently, this figure of great importance in the British Empire was not just here to deliver a piece of paper.

The author has something to say:

It’s been a long time since I wrote this chapter~ but I’m inexplicably happy to write it (/≧▽≦)/~┴┴

I don't know if Sherlock has collapsed...