[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei stayed on Queen Street that night. A woman in a suit and leather shoes brought all her belongings and told her that she had finished dealing with the dormitory matters. The school did not need to worry too much, as she would not be allowed to fail her course.

Based on this, Weiwei guessed that this person should belong to Mycroft.

Because of lunch and so on, Weiwei postponed all the study tasks for the day, and squeezed out a wave of rest time, so she could barely finish the task at nine o'clock.

In fact, if it is normal, the professor will also go out, sometimes for small commissions and small cases, and sometimes for no reason, but generally speaking, he only goes out for half a day.Weiwei has discovered that her professor seems to have an otaku-like personality.

"Finished?" Sherlock noticed when Weiwei put down the book, he raised his head and looked at the tired look of the familiar little girl with half-downcast eyes, "Are you sleepy? Then you'd better not be my student." gone."

Weiwei immediately opened his eyes wide: "I'm not sleepy, I'm just closing my eyes and remembering what I just learned."

Do you dare to be a little bit more doggy / Goodbye

"Go and tidy up and go to bed by yourself," the professor said lightly, "There is a suite in my room, go and have a look yourself."

The suite in his room was originally used as a memory palace for him, and it was empty and white, except for a sofa, where he could sit for a day.

Now the new guest at 23 Queen Street is honored to make changes in the place where he has countless thoughts.Sherlock didn't mind much, since he was the one who asked her to move here after all.Just when he had this idea, the suite had already been remodeled by a fat man. Although the room was a bit small, a half-grown girl could still squeeze in.

It was a great honor for her to live in this room.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, faintly showing some unhappiness or something.

"Ah? Then I am not, I have to pass by your room every day?"

Weiwei exploded in an instant, wrd mother, if she got up earlier, could she still get the sleeping face of Sherlock Holmes.g? wrd oh my god i kind of want to go to heaven...

Weiwei's inner self is already holding her face in her hands and circling in the atrium.

Sherlock frowned.

"Yes, so I will lock the door after you enter in the future, and you are not allowed to come out until I open the door." His brows loosened quickly again, and he raised a smirk, with a malicious look in his eyes, "There is an objection Is it? If there is, it doesn't matter if I have someone throw you out together with your luggage. "

"No, no, it's an honor to be locked in your room by the professor."

Subconscious dog legs.

Weiwei was about to spurn such a shameless (???) self, she smiled flatteringly, her eyelashes trembling unconsciously: "Then can I take a bath now...?"

Her tone was rather cautious, and it was this tone that flattered Sherlock Holmes, his chin nodded a little, and he reluctantly agreed to Vivi to pass through his room and enter her own room.

He glanced at the information on his phone.

Although it feels a little uncomfortable to be offended* territory like this, but if you treat Viky as a red beard, you can reluctantly accept it. After all, red beard always liked to run to his room and throw him on him to wake him up...

If viky is like this then fuck off.

He turned his face away with a little disgust, and lay down on the sofa.

He glanced at his phone again, ah, the news about the black queen in the United States, he flipped his feet on the sofa excitedly and clicked on the message—oh, it’s really good news, he moved his sleeping position comfortably .

During his absence, he can drop his students out for internships. It's been a long time since he's had an interesting case. He runs errands every day for a small burglary--criminals in London are all ready to pack up for Christmas. Yet?It was just some boring and no-brainer cases, but Lestrade still looked at him like a good brother.

Who is good buddies with him.

Sherlock, who put his feet down, turned over and faced the sofa.

Anyway, he didn't want to run around for this kind of case anymore. If he ran out for this kind of thing, he would rather look at his students, at least he would have a little more comfort in this world full of goldfish.

Look, there are still a few smart people.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Sherlock began to want to take a bath.

Slow to death, next time tell her to hurry up.

He searched his mind for what else to do, and finally sat up, scratching at the messy curly hair of his fingers, a little unable to lift up, he stood up abruptly, walked to the bookshelf, and drew that dossier.

He remembered that there were still a few unsolved cases in it.

Weiwei felt the long-lost evil spirit entering her body.

wrd Oh my god, I took a bath where Sherlock Holmes took a bath!

Weiwei glanced silently at the toiletries the professor usually used, secretly worshiped the incomprehensible words on it, and then almost devoutly... threw those things aside and put his own on top.

Put it back when she's done washing.

After washing, she stuffed her wet hair into a drying cap, and after putting on her pajamas, she began to hesitate to go out again, feeling that it was taboo (???) to hang out in front of the professor in her pajamas.

But what's wrong with that shitty Stitch one piece pajamas you're wearing / bye

Weiwei originally thought that her pajamas were the cutest in the world, but she was ashamed to wear them in front of the cutest (??) professor in the world. She hesitated in the bathroom, opened the door and poked her head out, ready to touch it secretly. I glanced at what the professor was doing before going out, and found that the professor seemed to be thinking while holding a book.

djb!

Weiwei retracted her head, opened the door and walked out.

Of course, she clearly remembered to take her steps lightly so as not to interrupt the professor's thinking.

"Out?"

The professor didn't lift his head or look at Weiwei.

Vivi, who was about to sneak back into the room, immediately stood at attention:

"Is there anything you need, Professor."

The professor didn't speak, but Weiwei immediately got the meaning of the professor and walked to the professor's side in two steps.

Weiwei still has some moisture from the bath and the milky scent of the shower gel. In fact, Sherlock usually notices it, but it is not as strong as it is now. He is a little uncomfortable, but his eyes never drift to Weiwei.

"This one, translate it," Sherlock turned out the thin paper material, "Aren't you learning Chinese? It's time to verify your learning results."

Holding that kind of paper, Weiwei felt that it weighed a thousand catties.

That's right, it's time to verify her achievements in "learning Chinese".But the problem is, who can tell her what level she should have learned in this way?

"There is a Chinese-English-English-Chinese dictionary over there, take it yourself." Sherlock finally raised his head, and then he saw Weiwei's strange pajamas, and his expression suddenly became indescribable.

"With all due respect, did you just run away from the big class in kindergarten? I think you are more suitable to return to mother's arms now than here."

Weiwei's face turned red immediately, even though she was already flushed just after taking a shower.

"Professor, don't belittle your own teaching level." Weiwei changed the subject wittily, "I mean, even if you compare the students of Cambridge University to kindergarten students, you can't lower yourself to the level of kindergarten teachers. level."

She thinks she's smart.

Sherlock felt that he wanted to rub the dog's head again, but unfortunately the "dog's head" was wearing a beige dry hair cap, so he held back.He glanced up and down again at the cartoon imitation uniform (???) of a large cult/cult in a certain country that his students were wearing, and the contempt almost came out from the tip of his hair.

"What is this?" he sneered.

His eyes were still fixed on the white belly in front of her blue pajamas, and then slowly slid down to the pair of cotton-padded slippers on her feet, the strong disgust was almost uncontrollable.

When the professor's gaze fell on her feet, Weiwei shrank her feet subconsciously, like a small animal.

She sneered and said, "Stitch, a Disney work, um..."

There is no way to say against my will that it was bought by my parents and not that I like it, but I feel that I have to say that I like it. I feel that today she will be thrown down from the second floor by the professor in this appearance.

"Oh," the professor frowned tightly, "Since you like this kind of cheap role-playing game, Stitch, then you can sit there and translate as this little Disney gadget."

Vivi:? ? ? ?

What does Stitch look like?Isn't that all?

"It still looks like a creature that can't speak, then you just shut up." Sherlock smirked suddenly, stretched out two fingers, picked up the hat attached to her back, and hung it on her head On, because the hat still has a dry hair cap in it, which looks extra funny.

"Go, Stitch."

Vivi: ...

She actually wanted to refute that although Stitch is an alien creature, it can speak a little simple English.

But she is bad.

You deserve it, you should bear it/roll your eyes

Sherlock seemed to temporarily withdraw from the non-English document he was looking at, and picked up the mobile phone to search for something. Weiwei turned around silently and went to the bookshelf to get the so-called English-Chinese-Chinese-English dictionary.

The location is a bit high, and Weiwei got it after stepping up, and there is a little dust.

She couldn't see it, what was displayed on Sherlock's phone was:

Stitch is an alien creature adopted by Lilo, the heroine in the play, for two yuan. It looks like a dog...

Sherlock touched his chin. He remembered that he gave Viky £[-]. He only paid two yuan. He lost money.

He clicked his tongue a little in his heart, it's true that he looks like a dog.

He, Weiwei, looked up at the silly guy who was standing on tiptoe holding a book. The hat on her head was deformed due to the shape of the dry hair hat.

He didn't even bother to buy it for two yuan, it was so ugly.

Still stupid.

At most it's a little bit better than a goldfish.

Sherlock actually calculated the pros and cons of spending £[-] to buy Victoria Mayer in his mind, and thought about it.

Sure enough, it is better to graduate sooner.

Otherwise, the money is really wasted.

……

To be honest, Sherlock, do you dare to pat your chest and say that the money wasn't drawn from your brother's card?