[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

When Sherlock's body pressed down on her, Helen couldn't help but instinctively leaned back, making Sherlock's face darken.

Helen didn't notice, she just looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Hormones?" Why did Sherlock think of this word?

"Yeah, hormones!"

Sherlock locked him tightly with his calm and wise eyes, and the deep vortex in his eyes almost sucked Helen in completely.

"Although I have never set foot in the field of love, I also understand that good feelings are the most basic prerequisite for starting a relationship."

"Apparently the stupid hormones in your body last night interfered with your thinking, affected your judgment, and made you make bad decisions."

As Sherlock approached Helen, his tone was particularly aggressive, and the corners of his raised lips appeared mocking and disdainful: "Emotion is a dangerous factor, which is contrary to pure and calm reason. Thank you for helping me prove this point."

Helen just grasped one point: "You think I like women?"

Sherlock has straightened up, no longer looking at Helen, he is standing by the window looking straight ahead.

"Isn't it? Don't you find yourself being more forgiving and pampering towards women? Otherwise how would you invite a woman to your house for the first time you meet and spend a night together. You are more susceptible to women than men Attraction, have a good impression of it."

Sherlock turned to look at Helen, his eyes and tone were unwavering, with a kind of indifference beyond reality, analyzing her so purely and rationally.

Helen was thoughtful when she heard the words, she had never thought about this kind of question before.

"If I don't fall in love, who, how do I know who I like, is it a man or a woman?"

It was rare for Helen to use her brain to think about it, and finally came to such a result, because she is a pragmatic person.

Sherlock: "..." It makes sense, he was speechless at this moment.

"Sentimentality is the biological defect of the loser, how stupid!"

Sherlock finally rolled his eyes towards Helen. Although his face was still expressionless and his tone was still calm, there was a strong sense of contempt and ridicule in his face.

"Rebecca, you won't hurt me." Helen insisted on this unexpectedly.

However, Sherlock just lifted his lips arrogantly: "Oh, you like her, your reason has been blinded, and you naturally beautify her because of that stupid hormone effect."

"But, I also, like you, I don't think, you can't be wrong, Sherlock."

Helen refuted Sherlock solemnly and seriously, not feeling at all that she had said something terrible.

Sherlock was stuck by Helen's straight ball, and his venom, which could make people feel ashamed, rushed into his throat, but he couldn't spit it out.

His ears were getting hotter and hotter, Sherlock glared fiercely at Helen: "In short, reason is above everything else, emotion is unnecessary!"

Helen finally succumbed to Sherlock's "desire" and nodded Nunuuo.

Sherlock was satisfied, he quickly put on his standard black windbreaker and blue scarf, and told Helen to go out with him quickly.

Since he couldn't think of an answer sitting here, Sherlock decided to check the place where Helen was attacked last night.

Helen hurriedly followed him to get up, but she just stopped after taking two steps.

After stopping at the same spot, she still couldn't control herself and turned around and ran back quickly after a fierce ideological conflict.

Helen took out the gloves and put them on, and firmly held Sherlock and inserted it deeply.

into the dagger in the table, trying to straighten it.

"Helen, hurry up!" Sherlock had already gone out, and he urged her outside.

Not knowing what Helen was dawdling about, Sherlock was really impatient waiting to enter the door again and wanted to tear her out.

But he saw a struggling girl struggling with a dagger, and Sherlock yelled at her angrily, "Helen, what are you doing? I can't believe that you are wasting precious time on such useless things." In terms of meaning, it is as annoying as that fat man!"

Sherlock strode towards Helen with an impatient and irritable face, but his hand quickly grabbed the dagger and straightened it.

Helen, who got what she wanted, didn't care about Sherlock's bad attitude at all. She was in a good mood and took the initiative to show a gentle and shy sweet smile to Sherlock. Fairy.

However, in Sherlock's eyes, such a beautiful scenery is a hateful provocation. He is not in a good mood at all, and his heart is full of panic.

He quickly turned around angrily and brought up a gust of wind, and the hem of the scarf shook Helen's face.

Helen: "!!!"

A sharp terrified cry came from behind Sherlock. He was not guilty at all, and even his mood suddenly turned cloudy, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

Sherlock took Helen around the church near the place where she was attacked several times back and forth, and he deliberately led Helen like this.

Because he wanted to verify a guess, Helen was the best bait.

"Since you came out of the house, you haven't stopped disinfecting your face. Is it to rub off a layer of skin?"

Sherlock has always been indifferent to other people, and can always completely immerse himself in his own world without caring about others.

Even if there was only one person by his side, he could have completely treated him as if he didn't exist.

However, can you imagine how long the girl next to him rubbed her face with a tissue and made noises disturbing him for how long he had been gone?Not even a second has passed!

In Sherlock Holmes' life, he never imagined that a person could have such a strong sense of presence!

"No, the scarf, the touch, it's horrible!"

Helen wiped her cheeks pitifully, her fair and tender skin was flushed red by her wipe, and her voice was even crying.

However, it couldn't arouse pity at all. Sherlock was afraid that he would regret it for the first time, and he would simply lift a rock and hit himself in the foot.

No, it should be said that when meeting Helen, things would always go in an uncontrollable direction.

Even if he plotted against her, she would always unconsciously turn things into a farce, which would make him very anxious.

"My scarf is not a petri dish, enough of you!"

Sherlock stopped and pointed at Helen with a warning.

"Okay!" Helen quickly wiped it one last time secretly, before reluctantly throwing away her own tissue.

Sherlock took a deep breath, feeling relieved physically and mentally.

Sherlock wants to know, will the murderer attack the missed prey again?

Do you reselect your prey, or keep aiming at the one you missed until you capture her before starting the next move?

"Sherlock, are you okay?"

Helen looked at Sherlock with some concern. If the murderer really came to attack her, would they be safe with Sherlock alone?

According to Helen's thinking, it's better to inform Scotland Yard about this matter.

But Sherlock gave a cold snort of disdain, saying that he didn't need a group of creatures who were usually little sheep and goldfish at critical moments to hold him back.

"I am proficient in martial arts and boxing. If you want to ensure that you don't die, you can still do it."

Sherlock glanced at Helen without any emotion, and just stated a fact calmly, but anyone could feel his incomparable confidence from it.

They didn't know how many times they walked around the church, and Helen felt that her two legs didn't feel like her own, and she couldn't walk anymore.

Helen squatted down to rest exhausted and somewhat frustrated, panting, "I'm too tired, I can't walk, I won't go."

However, Sherlock's body did not show the slightest fatigue. He was full of energy and vitality, and strode ahead.

Hearing that he stopped, turned around and saw the little one squatting on the side of the road, Sherlock was a little annoyed: "It's only a 5-kilometer road, why don't you usually exercise so that your body is so useless? Your legs It's all a decoration!"

Helen was silent, she was a little innocent, she just didn't like sports, she would sweat all over!

"Can't you get up?" Sherlock took a few steps closer, stood in front of Helen, and looked down at her.

The author has something to say: Sherlock made a big death at the beginning of the chapter, but fortunately the sister paper is strong-willed, otherwise he would be brainwashed into a lesbian O__O