[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

This is not right.

In any case, Sherlock committed a crime, and he should always be on the side of justice.

If the point of her passing through was to save Sherlock, how severe would she be punished for letting Sherlock do such a thing?

Nott was very upset.

"Naughty, are you not hurt? Are you not scared?" The brief silence between Sherlock and Naughty was interrupted by a male voice.

Delrin stood at the door, putting his hands on his knees regardless of his appearance, panting heavily, disheveled, and seemed to have rushed back.

Notte was moved, and smiled slightly, "I'm not standing here properly?"

Delrin breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine, but the house is about to be searched again. You first..."

Sherlock interrupted him, "She will continue to live with me."

Notte paused in his heart, fearing that he would do something radical again, and quickly echoed, "I'll stay with Sherlock for a while. Delrin, go to the hotel for a few days first."

Delrin stood up straight, the knuckles pinched by his hands turned white, but his face still had a gentle and doting smile, "Okay. But you have to be careful."

"I see."

Delrin reminded her, "You'd better call your dad and explain the homework."

"Oh, my God!" Notte jumped up and hurried upstairs to make a phone call.

"This is what you like? Like her, hurt her, cheat her." As soon as Notte left, Delrin approached Sherlock and asked him angrily.

Sherlock asked back with a look of surprise, "Aren't you the same? And you cheated on her for nearly ten years."

Delrin choked. He expected Sherlock's countless reactions, but he didn't expect him to admit it so shamelessly.

Sherlock didn't give him time to react, and continued, "You found out that I planted a bomb in your house, but you didn't remind her. Apart from knowing that I would definitely not hurt her, there was also the reason that you didn't want to cause her trouble. Suspect."

"I'm here to save her, and you're here to harm her." Sherlock finally concluded, almost stepping on Delrin's vitals.

Delrin was speechless.He realized that he had made a mistake, that he shouldn't have questioned Sherlock, because he had lost where he started, and he had lost nothing.

He simply broke the pot and smiled darkly, "But you dare to tell her who I am, don't you? That would hurt her. The person she trusts most will still be me, even if you are her boyfriend. Sherlock. Those who are passive are often the losers.”

Nott walked downstairs with a blank expression, just in time to see Sherlock and Delrin entangled in an ambiguous posture.

Gentle subject and cold attack...

Stop!

"What are you two doing?"

Sherlock and Delrin glanced at each other and quickly separated.

"Why is your face so ugly, Noot? Mr. Meroving made things difficult for you?" Delrin continued his considerate role as a psychiatrist.

"Yes, he affirmed that I am useless except for marriage, and the punishment is going to kill me." Notte said expressionlessly.

"..."

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This is a very ordinary morning.

Probably to celebrate the first morning of Knott's return to 221b Baker Street, the three of them got together again, and Sherlock made breakfast himself

Watson was eating breakfast earnestly, while Sherlock was flipping through the newspapers, complaining about being bored.The only abnormality is that Nuo Te was the last one to get up today.

Noter came down from the stairs. She was wearing a white long-sleeved bat shirt, and her upper body was tightly covered with her arms.She was pale, and she looked cold and sluggish with her hands clasped together.

She greeted feebly, "Good morning, Sherlock. Good morning, Watson."

"Good morning, Notte. You don't look well. I suggest you go to the hospital." Watson said with concern for his roommate.

"I'll go right away." Notte forced a smile.

"You don't eat breakfast..."

Watson wanted to say a few more words, but Sherlock interrupted forcefully, "You smell like blood."

"Every woman will have such a day or two a month." Notte said with a blank face, and it was embarrassing to say this fact in front of two men.

"As far as I know your period is not in these few days." Sherlock walked quickly to grab her hand.Nott took a breath.

Sherlock let go of his hand, and Notte's palm was casually wrapped in a white gauze, with blood oozing slightly.

"You want to explain to me that your uterus is on your hands?" Sherlock sneered.

"Accidentally cut by an art knife, I'll take care of it when I go to the hospital." Notte struggled, but couldn't take his hand out of Sherlock's hand.She lowered her eyebrows and looked stubborn.She raised her head and took a quick glance at Sherlock's face, her tone was a bit rushed, "Sherlock, please don't treat your home as a crime scene and don't treat me as a suspect."

Sherlock snorted coldly, expressing his disdain for the paper tiger Note.He reached out to pull her sleeve.Notella held his hand, shook her head slightly, "No..."

Sherlock, however, ignored her pleading and pulled up her sleeves directly, hiding more gauze and wounds under the loose sleeves.

"What excuse do you want to use now?" He still didn't forget to hurt others at this time.

Nott protested with silence.

"Watson, please go out and bring the medicine box here." Sherlock pulled Notte to sit on the sofa and ordered with a blank expression.

Watson: "..." No, I'm not at all convenient.

But he still brought the medicine box very considerately, and left quietly.

Sherlock and Notte have kept their original postures motionless, but if you look carefully, you will find that Sherlock has been holding Notte's hand tightly, and her wrist is slightly red.

After Watson went out, Sherlock began to loosen the gauze on Notte little by little, with a gentleness he had never felt before.

Noot gave up struggling and closed her eyes.

There were deep and shallow knife wounds on the white and slender arms. Because they were not treated well in time, the flesh in some places turned over, which was shocking.

Sherlock's face was frighteningly cold, and he helped Notte treat the wound without looking at him.Nuo Te lowered her head and did not dare to look at him, feeling inexplicably guilty.

"You are masturbating yourself." Sherlock's thin lips moved slightly, and he spit out a sentence.

Nuote was silent for a long time, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

To be precise, it was masochism while sleepwalking.Early in the morning, she found that half of the bed sheet was stained with blood, and she almost went crazy with fright.

Nuo Te is very scared, will she go crazy soon, will she kill herself in a dream one day?

"Although the shadow of childhood has increased your psychological pressure, it is not to such an extent. Notte, what is it about your friend that worries you??" Sherlock stared at her closely.

worry about what?Nott said nothing.Magnuson's threat, Moriarty's deal, those people's return, her mission from time travel, Sherlock's changes...

Can she tell Sherlock this?Will Sherlock help her solve the problem or make it worse?

Note couldn't bear the consequences of failure, so he didn't dare to try.

"You're not going to the hospital, but you're planning to go to Stoke." Sherlock continued his speculation. "You trust him more and are willing to tell him than me."

"He's my psychiatrist." Notte said in a low voice, which was an explanation.

Sherlock held Notte's intact hand, which was so cold that it seemed to have no temperature.You must know that Notte's body temperature has always been a little higher than his.He whispered, almost pleading, "Psychology is very simple, do you want to see my qualification certificate? I am your boyfriend, you can rely on me, trust me. I can help you."

"No, you can't." Notte took Sherlock's hand behind his back, stared into his beautiful dark blue eyes, and said word by word, "You can guess what I did in the past, what I'm thinking now, and even What will the future do, but you can't touch my soul."

Sherlock's lips moved, "But Stoker can."

Notte closed her eyes, not wanting to see the dimness in his eyes, "Yes."

"I see." Sherlock let go of his hand.

Knott closed the door of 221b Baker Street and choked out a low sob.

Sherlock was wrong, she did not plan to go to Stoke, this matter can only be borne by her alone.

After all, neither Sherlock nor Delrin can marry her.

Notte walked downstairs, wiped away her tears, straightened her back, and moved forward.Until I met two men in suits at the corner.

"Miss, the car is ready. Please come with me."

"Okay." Noot smiled.

Before getting on the plane, Noot sent a text message to Sherlock.

Sherlock, we're done. ——nm

She doesn't know if the changes she's brought to Sherlock are good or bad, and she's in trouble herself.Either way, her relationship with Sherlock must be over.

Notte stood at the boarding gate and took a deep look back,

Goodbye, British Empire.

Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.

Maybe never again.

Resolutely turned off the phone and turned around, with a calm expression and no tears.

This is the daughter brought up by the Merovingian family, Notte Merovingian.

Gentle and elegant, restrained and forbearing, but also decisive and neat.

Maybe never again.

Resolutely turned off the phone and turned around, with a calm expression and no tears.

This is the daughter brought up by the Merovingian family, Notte Merovingian.

Gentle and elegant, restrained and forbearing, but also decisive and neat.