[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

By the time Sherlock finished his lunch and brought it out, he could already hear the roar of the washing machine.

Speaking of which, the washing machine had never been used before Weiwei moved here, and now it also reflects the organic value of the washing machine.

When he saw that Weiwei was already wearing his own turtleneck sweater when he came out, he felt a bit of ballsy regret for no reason.Perhaps liking to see his own woman wearing his own clothes is part of a man's nature—although Sherlock hasn't deeply dug into his own out-of-shape thoughts, his subconscious is right.

Sometimes intuition shows that the speed of information processing is too fast but the brain cannot keep up.

"Did you wash the sheets?" He put down the plate and asked her in a calm tone, but before getting the result, he continued on his own, "I wanted to keep it, after all, it's a bit commemorative—but It doesn't matter, the behavior of leaving souvenirs for fear of forgetting is not in line with my style, after all, I have them all in my mind."

Weiwei pretended to be calm: "Shut up!"

Since you all remember why you have to say it!

"Why are you wearing a high collar again?" Well, for her shyness, she is really shy too easily, and she didn't notice it before, Sherlock reluctantly ended the last topic, "It's too troublesome to wear a high collar Yes, I suggest that you can wear the collared sweater that is the seventh from the left in your closet, I know you like that one very much, but..."

You don't wear much because of the weather, but it doesn't matter now anyway, you are at home every day.

"shutup!"

Weiwei became angry from embarrassment.Assi, come on, shut up this Sherlock's mouth!

Well, let her begrudgingly.

Sherlock takes his seat.

He was still wondering if it was possible to throw away all of Vivi's other clothes.

He likes her shoulders.

Forget it.

In case he is not around.

Thinking of the Mr. Vincent who was hit hard but didn't seem to give up yesterday, Sherlock clicked his tongue slightly.

Speaking of which, how can Vicky be so shy.

Just say a few words to her, she didn't even look up for a Chinese meal.

After eating, Weiwei sat on the sofa with a laptop on her lap, staring at Sherlock's tobacco website in a daze.Since Sherlock was restricted to "24h personal care" (?), a wave of data has been enriched when Sherlock is free. When Weiwei kills time, he will make Sherlock's webpage.

The more Weiwei thought about it, the more wrong she became.

"Sherlock?" she called to him, she knew he was in the lab, but the door was ajar, so he should have heard it.

Sherlock ignored it, as usual.

Weiwei put the computer on the table and walked to the laboratory.

Perfume smell?Sherlock is researching perfume?

If Sherlock came back from the outside with such a smell on his body, Weiwei felt that he went backhanded...

Stop it.

Weiwei once again straightened out what she wanted to say in her heart.

"I said, you know I'm going to America."

She leaned against the door and watched him.

Sherlock is a very charming man.

That's not to say he's going to radiate his masculinity and make a little girl swoon.In fact, even if he doesn't deliberately seduce people, as long as he is facing the case, facing any small object that can arouse his interest, that kind of concentration will be the most attractive.

No wonder Jasmine likes it.

Jasmine saw a lot of Sherlock's focused appearance, and secondly, for his own purpose, Sherlock never used that kind of poisonous tongue that could kill Jasmine for his own purposes.

Even if Sherlock doesn't try to do more, it's attractive enough.

Sherlock's hand on the fine focus spiral twisted slightly.

He seemed to have adjusted to a suitable distance before he stopped - but even so he didn't answer Weiwei.

Who knows what he is thinking.

Weiwei sighed, and made small movements with her hands behind her back. She seemed to have forgotten to cut Sherlock's nails after cutting her nails, and the pinched hands hurt.

The finished drafts seemed to be cleared, and Weiwei finally gave up.

But she decided to ask one last question anyway.

"Sherlock."

She read his name and continued even when he didn't reply.

"I just want to ask, do you like me?"

As if taking all her courage, Weiwei chose to hit a straight ball - whether it was before or now, she can't accept inexplicable relationships, even if Sherlock's understanding of feelings and other aspects is different from ordinary people, but at least at least, She wants to hear a like.

Finally, Sherlock was willing to take his eyes off the eyepiece, leaned back in his chair, and turned around to look at her.

"I thought you should understand what I mean by a fixed partner. We are equal now, and you don't need to ask such a timid question," he put his hand into the pocket of the bathrobe, "I know what you are worried about, you There is no need to worry at all.”

When Sherlock wants to persuade people, his tone will become extraordinarily steady.But now he is not persuading, and he does not need to speak to Weiwei in that tone.

Even his tone was quite relaxed, as if he couldn't believe Weiwei's doubts.

Weiwei: So does he really know what she's worried about?

She staggered her gaze slightly, and then turned her gaze back. Although she learned micro-expression, she didn't want to use it on Sherlock, she just looked into his eyes.

"I think, even if Sherlock is all-powerful, he probably hasn't set foot in the field of love."

She had used the word love, trying to evoke the sense of irony he had felt at such folly.

She dared not sink in.

If Sherlock told her one day later that she was just a small object to him, similar to a case, at a certain moment he suddenly got bored...

And she was in too deep.

She didn't realize it.

——If Sherlock's words are aimed at others, Vivi can quickly realize that when Sherlock speaks in a persuasive tone, he must achieve a certain purpose.But not now, he didn't use the method of "persuasion" to make Weiwei accept a relationship.He has not and will not apply this technique to him.

This may be a decision he made after careful consideration, or it may be that his feelings have reached a certain level - he intuitively adopted a method.

He frowned, as if trying to judge Weiwei's mood.

"I seldom promise anything, you know..." he whispered, but was interrupted by Weiwei.

"Your promise is worthless, Sherlock," Vivi said briskly, "at least face co.ca.alkine."

Sherlock choked subtly.

"Anyway, my promise now is that you are the only one."

He stood up, patted the wrinkled bathrobe, and approached her step by step.

"I said you are the only one, do you believe me?"

It's obviously a question sentence, but he obviously only accepts an affirmative answer.

Weiwei raised her head and looked at him, her lips moved.

k.

……

"Hey, Sherlock, have you hugged enough yet?"

"..."

"I'm going to bed, I'm sleepy."

"..."

"Say something."

"Ah."

"correct."

"..."

"You're right, I liked you first."

"I know."

……

In the end, Sherlock mercifully let him go to take a nap, and before going to sleep, he said thank you for dragging you for so long, after all, sleeping right after eating is not good for your health.

After that Sherlock continued to experiment.

Half an hour later, when Weiwei was expected to fall asleep, Sherlock got up and walked into the room.

Sure enough, he fell asleep.

Sherlock gently pulled her phone from her pillow.

She should thank him, after all, put this thing next to the pillow, in case someone sends random messages, it will affect sleep too much.

Sure enough, you still have to watch people closely.

Sherlock looked at the long list of contacts on the phone, as well as the string of Christmas messages from men.

In addition, for Vicky's safety, Sherlock took out the things he had prepared this morning.

carry out.

He looked at his results with considerable satisfaction.

As for Gaston Marco.

He can also use Gaston to see what his girl is thinking, and wait a while, when she returns to the United States.

Speaking of which, it's really rare that Mycroft hasn't moved yet, but it's coming soon.

Let's take advantage of these few days and eat more meat.

that's too regretful.

It's a little late to understand my thoughts.Otherwise, you can be more comfortable for a few days.

A trace of regret subtly appeared in Sherlock's heart, and he felt that he should have believed in his brother's evil from the beginning.

It's just that he was probably dazzled by dopamine, after all, if he had believed it, he would not have allowed this feeling to take root.And his acceptance is only based on the situation that has reached such a level.

He recorded his fingerprints into Weiwei's mobile phone, and thought absently that if Vicky found out, he could reluctantly record his mobile phone into her fingerprints.

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When Weiwei woke up, she touched the phone first, but the phone was still in place, and no one sent a message.Weiwei closed her eyes again, and opened them again after realizing that she was indeed not sleepy.

Damn, this day feels like a dream.

She had already figured it out, since Sherlock had made a promise, then she just had to trust him 100%, just like before, anyway, she liked it a lot.

And after the change of status, maybe she can ask for conditions or something.

Apart from being worried about his good brother Mycroft, Weiwei felt that Sherlock was a good love partner. After all, he was observant and didn't have to worry about any rivals, mistresses, or feelings about being in love.

Weiwei covered her mouth with a red face, ah, ah, enough is enough.

After adjusting her mentality, Weiwei: Come on, you are the fattest(?)!

Weiwei, who walked out of the room, unexpectedly and not so unexpectedly saw breakfast on the table. Obviously, Sherlock even counted the time when she woke up, and it was possible that Sherlock would call her if Weiwei didn't wake up again. get up.

"I feel like I'm dreaming today..."

Sherlock actually took the initiative to cook a meal that was delicious enough to make people swallow their tongues, and made Chinese food for dinner.

"If you mean being with me is like a dream, you've been happy for a long time."

Sherlock answered quickly, with a little haughtiness.

Vivi: ...

Don't want to say anything, or try to block his mouth.

Weiwei's eyes swept over his lips.In fact, her gaze originally wanted to stay for a while longer, but she... was embarrassed again.

Sherlock saw through her intention at a glance, then suddenly got up to her side, twisted Vivi's chin and kissed her.

She was sitting, and he had to bend down—he found he liked the position, with her head up and letting him get what he wanted.

The tongue was withdrawn from her mouth.

"Fulfill your little wish." His tone instantly returned to his usual calm.

Vivi: ...

My babe, there's a fake Sherlock here!