Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

Hamish, who left primary education and received advanced education, actually wanted to study hard, inherit the excellent tradition of the Sherlock Holmes family, and aspire to be a schoolmaster who crushed human beings in terms of IQ.

But her father has always been holding back.

Dear Sherlock has a noble and glamorous face, like a god.

"Chemistry? Physics? Mimi, I can teach you a hundred times more practical and profound knowledge than the stupid textbooks."

"Literature? How dare you have the heart for those stupid humans to tarnish your talent."

Therefore, when Sherlock's message arrived, Hamish hesitated for a few seconds and decided to sneak out of the school and meet Sherlock at the corner coffee shop.

Before leaving, Shirley stopped her angrily, "Mimi, you have been warned for your truancy."

"But..." Hamish hesitated, but he still didn't intend to go back.

"But Sherlock is alone"

Her face was full of guilt towards her friend, but her eyes were full of pity for the person named adoptive father.

Shirley felt like she was going to explode, and it really exploded, damn it, he never lived alone before you? !

what? !

What's more, her father who has been mistaken for Sherlock's good friend can also accompany her!

Ok!

and!

Did she ever think that she was alone? !

what? !

But looking at Hamish who was still determined to go no matter how difficult it was, she could only silently swallow the questions that she wanted to blurt out.

"Hamish, you seem to be flattering him."

"……Maybe."

For fear of his rejection...

If that's the case... it will collapse...

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In the rare and excellent weather in London, Hamish felt the inner emptiness for the first time in his life.

As usual, when she felt the vibration of the mobile phone in her pocket, she walked out of the classroom pretending to be casual and natural, turned into a quiet alley, and took out her mobile phone. It was no surprise that it was Sherlock's message.

"The old place—SH."

She sighed helplessly and seemed pampered, and ran to the back wall of the school at a faster speed, jumped a little to warm up, and was about to climb over the wall and go out.

"Hamish Holmes."

Ivan's voice came from behind her, and she looked back to see Ivan's serious face. Ivan had never addressed her so seriously before. For some reason, Hamish felt a little awkward for a while.

"the fourth time."

It was short and clean, and it seemed that it was tiring to say one more word to her.

Hamish knew what Ivan meant, and this was the fourth time she had skipped class this week.

Seemingly realizing that her behavior was too much, she smiled flatteringly at the delicate young man opposite, "Just this time, Ivan."

The young man opposite him always had eyes full of enthusiasm and sunshine. Hamish knew that she had too many previous convictions, and it was inevitable that she would not be trusted. Moreover, her guarantee was not credible in the first place.

She showed a brighter smile to the boy, waved her hand, and with impatient excitement, she jumped over the wall neatly, obviously a habitual offender.

Ivan stared at the back of her eagerly leaving, and suddenly disappeared from his sight like a gust of wind. His eyes became colder and colder, as if ice had been quenched. Hamish's smile towards him became more and more perfunctory. He couldn't take it anymore.

The old place Sherlock mentioned was the cafe on the corner of the school street. There were only a few people in the cafe during school hours. It only took a second for Hamish to see Sherlock. He walked quickly to the seat, sat down, and Feel the vibration of the phone again.

Hamish took out her mobile phone with some doubts. After all, there are very few contacts stored in her mobile phone.

It was Ivan's message. He rarely sent messages, but always chatted energetically on the phone.

The message was so short that Hamish was overwhelmed.

"Goodbye, Mimi."

Hamish stared at the phone screen tightly, watching it dim a little bit, still unable to understand what was going on.

Sherlock stared at the pale girl in front of him with tears in her eyes, and after drinking his coffee calmly, he told her, "His plane leaves tonight."

"What? Why are you leaving? Where are you going?"

She raised her head eagerly, with obvious shock and panic in her tone, she leaned forward unconsciously, and kept asking. Her anxiety was so obvious that Sherlock frowned.

"What did he just message you?"

Sherlock didn't want to entangle Hamish on these meaningless issues in his eyes, and just randomly opened up the topic.

Hamish has long been used to his supernatural powers, and his attention was successfully drawn away. The sense of grievance on his face became even stronger, and he handed the phone to Sherlock.

Sherlock took it and unlocked it casually, without even thinking about it. He was the one who set up Hamish's cell phone combination lock.

After watching for a second, his face remained unchanged, and his tone was casual as if he was talking about the weather, "Obviously, it's just a simple goodbye to you, after all, he is already on his way to the airport now."

As usual, with Sherlock's casual tone, Hamish would have believed it without hesitation, but at school, just now, he obviously met Ivan, but he didn't even have time to say goodbye formally, and he didn't want to listen to it. .

Regret kept rising in her heart, and she began to complain why she was so eager, why she had to come out today...

Sherlock calmly observed her emotional changes. The little girl who had always been heartless suddenly had a rich emotional experience, which made Sherlock inexplicably a little complicated.

She tried her best to calm down, pretending to be normal and asked Sherlock: "Papa, what's the matter today?"

Sherlock: "Yes."

There was a pause for three seconds, "Actually, well, Julie from Baker Street is missing. I suspect it was murder."

……

Hamish: "Julie? The dog?"

Seeing Sherlock's noble and glamorous appearance, Hamish felt tired.

Hamish looked at him silently, because of Sherlock, she was able to have a life, but also because of Sherlock, she lost her life.

The gentle Uncle Watson left, and Shirley, who promised to never abandon her, also left, and now, Ivan also left.

The sun shone brightly on Sherlock's face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Hamish could clearly see the indifference in his eyes, even the warmest light couldn't melt it.

After all, he still has nothing, so he clings to Sherlock, unwilling to let go.

Therefore, when a woman named Irene broke into their lives forcefully, Hamish reacted so fiercely and held great hostility.

Whether you say she is naive or selfish, she still cannot accept the presence of a person of the opposite sex next to Sherlock who will spend the rest of her life with him. If there is, Hamish feels that it can only be herself.

She played countless childish tricks, but she couldn't get Sherlock to pay attention to her. He always didn't take it seriously. In his heart, she would always be like a pet raised by himself, that's all.The contemptuous disdainful pity that came from that woman's eyes pierced her heart like a thin needle.

She looked at him from above as if looking at an ant, her tone was full of sarcasm and disgust, Hamish heard her nice but cold voice, "Stupid girl, it was you who broke into his life without permission, and you still want to feel uncomfortable?" It is repulsively naive to try to occupy it within its means."

Seeing Hamish slumped to the ground and almost collapsed, a mocking sneer overflowed from the corner of his exquisite lips, "It's really useless, tsk."

Hamish's head was bowed, soft hair covering her beautiful, fragile eyes.

When did the real pain appear?

Is it Irene's secret protection again and again, or Sherlock's more and more deliberate neglect.

After being rescued again, Hamish stared stubbornly at the direction where Irene was hiding, until the tall and plump figure appeared, and asked, "Why do you protect me again and again?"

What was the answer that was expected?

Let's hope that hope is Sherlock's request.

The woman she had always hated raised her red lips, with a different kind of coquettishness and temptation. She leaned down and hugged her gently, "Don't you think we are a bit alike?"

"Then... Sherlock is mine..."

Hamish's voice was trembling, and terrible guesses were in her mind. She couldn't imagine that her life experience that she had believed for 16 years was like a joke.

Hamish heard a soft to sweet voice ringing in his ears.

"You guessed it, smart girl."

Women are masters at acting, especially Irene.

Hamish calmly went to the hospital with the hair he had collected.

When the result was told, Hamish felt a heart-piercing pain for the first time in his life.

Why is it so painful?

Obviously it's fun too.

However, pain.

Too painful to cry.

Life is like a joke. I think I can control my life, but I don't know that I have always been played by life.

The inexplicable woman broke into his life, said some inexplicable words, and then took Sherlock out of life inexplicably, and walked away.

Hamish felt so tired that his soul seemed to collapse to dissipate.

She thought, she had to let go.

When Shirley left, she told herself that when she couldn't stand it, she would go to her.

How naive I was at the time, always thinking that I would stay with Sherlock forever.

Even Shirley knows that she seems to be patient every day, but she has been deceiving herself for so many years.