It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Sherlock Holmes is the only consulting detective in the world, and this professional name is also created by him. Let alone the deductive method that can go to heaven, there are many things about him, even if he himself admits it, or many things that everyone has reached a consensus on. Things really need to be investigated.

For example, he often claims that he is a high-functioning sociopath, but London is still safe and sound, and Scotland Yard is not surrounded by a pile of corpses, and the instigator is Sherlock. Of course, if this happens, can Scotland Yard detect what Sherlock did? also said two;

Another example is that everyone generally thinks that he is too energetic, and when he is vigorous, he is not a human being. He does not eat, drink or sleep for a long time to ensure that his genius mind is as efficient as ever. Even he himself is on a "self-abuse diet". , and don’t eat at work, think that digestion makes him slow, and also think that his body will not betray him, like saying that he doesn’t need sleep, but in fact, after a whole day of not sleeping well, no matter how self-control Extraordinary and refined, when drowsiness comes, the brain first directs the body to rebel——

He fell asleep before the end of the second Harry Potter movie.

The next day, he was woken up by the sound of a car's horn coming from outside, and unconsciously rubbed against the pillow, feeling the texture on it, and Sherlock sat up with a "rub".Those eyes, which are unpredictable under different light, are not as bright as those of ordinary people who have just woken up. He quickly took a panoramic view of the scene in front of him, and subconsciously interpreted it.

Erin went out, her coat and scarf hanging behind the door were gone, and the door showed signs of being opened.Morning run, no, more likely to exchange information with the ghosts he couldn't see, about the Albert Hawke case;

The kitchen has been used, oh, it is the chef invited by Irene. According to the smell in the air, it is at least seven o'clock now;

Sherlock turned his eyes back to the coffee table in front of him. His laptop computer was turned off. He stretched out his hand to feel the residual heat, and then he officially realized that he... is not wearing the suit jacket he wore before watching the movie yesterday , but wrapped in his blue vertical-striped nightgown, and the suit jacket is not in the living room.

Sherlock threw the blanket away, didn't care about continuing to perform the rest of the content, and ran to his bedroom wrapped in his nightgown, and within 2 minutes of entering, he heard the door of 221b below being opened by a key The sound, followed by the light sound of going upstairs, is Irene's return.

Sherlock's brain, which has always been running at high speed and efficiently, was overloaded for a moment. When Irene came upstairs, she saw Sherlock wrapped in a blanket on the couch, facing inward, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Irene grumbled: "Aren't you awake yet?" Then she took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, and walked over to the couch. The confiscated set of books was put away, but she took a second look at the messy pile of books, and raised her voice: "Sherlock, if you're not thinking about the case, get up, we should have breakfast. "

Sherlock's answer was to throw the blanket over his head, completely covering himself.He was still wondering where the flaw was, and then he heard Irene's voice packing up the books. He remembered that when he sneaked back from the bedroom to the living room, he accidentally scratched the book that was thrown on the floor. Obviously, after she left The way the books are placed has changed, the only possibility is that he got up once in the middle... Thinking of this, Sherlock pulled the blanket again, the meaning of resisting getting up was obvious!

"You really can't get up for breakfast? Your weight is already below the average—" Before Irene finished speaking, Sherlock's voice came out from under the blanket, "Why don't you let your paper man Send me to my bed to sleep?"

Sherlock went back to the bedroom earlier and looked at the marks on his body in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and he could deduce what happened when he changed his suit jacket and nightgown. Obviously Irene cut the paper. People do it, but obviously there is still something that doesn't make sense.Before Sherlock had time to think about it, Irene came back, and before Irene said he woke up, he was listening to her.

——So, I really can't expect the idea of ​​"waking up in the morning to find that my clothes have been changed, and I don't even think about it, and pink bubbles pop up naturally" will appear on the consulting detective.However, it is undeniable that he is right now in a Sherlock-style shy state, otherwise he wouldn't have asked such a question that he regretted after speaking.

After hearing Sherlock's question, Irene was silent for a while and gave an answer that sounded unreliable: "Do you recognize the sofa?" Before Sherlock questioned the logic of the answer, she casually put the book in her hand on the coffee table After playing the last play, he cleared his throat, looked around and said, "I went out to find the Hawks and his sons, and asked them some questions. Didn't you say that today I have to dissect Albert Hawk's body? Are you busy? So I think you'd better get up and eat breakfast, at least enough to keep your body running."

Comrade Xiao Ai walked towards the kitchen while talking, and when he said the last sentence, there was the sound of opening the refrigerator. Sherlock, who was listening to the movement, could tell it without looking, so he quickly got up from the sofa and wrapped himself up. Stepping barefoot on the floor under the blanket, he returned to his bedroom almost as silently as a swift big cat.

After 10 minutes, Sherlock appeared in the kitchen fully dressed, oh, he didn't wear his sullen purple shirt this time, and stood in the kitchen with a radiant face. It's a pity that Irene sat at the dining table and couldn't see it. Did not look up at him.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and before he could say anything, Comrade Xiao Ai, who lowered his head, spoke non-stop at a speed that could keep up with him: "When we saw the second movie in that series last night, , you couldn’t hold on and fell asleep. I originally asked the paper man to bring you back to your bedroom so that you could sleep well, but you, who were half awake and half asleep, didn’t agree with anything and insisted on yelling that you had to continue. Watch a movie, don’t go back to sleep. Not only that, but you just lay on the sofa, refusing to let the paper figurine help you back to the bedroom, and I can’t do anything until the end. Well, that’s it.”

Sherlock: "..."

The small kitchen is filled with a pink atmosphere mixed with treacherous elements. Well, after a long circle, I finally saw pink bubbles appearing and disappearing. It was not easy.

Irene thought of the kiss they had accidentally kissed last night when she stepped forward to help Sherlock, who was half asleep and half awake, and the blush that had disappeared immediately seemed to spread from her face all the way to her ears.Comrade Xiaoai took a breath slowly, and broke the stagnant and hot atmosphere with a nonchalant voice, "Do you want some tea? Pu'er tea."

"Two pieces of candy, thank you." Sherlock answered subconsciously. After finishing speaking, he finally came back to his senses. He looked at Irene with flickering eyes, and found that she didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with his request just now. Without lifting it, he added two sugar cubes to his cup of tea.

There must be something else going on!

The consulting detective who has always only cared about himself and said whatever he wanted, hesitated at this moment. He felt that what he didn't know last night would definitely exceed the range he could accept.No, what else is wrong?Had he confessed to Erin when he was out of his mind?

As soon as this idea appeared in Sherlock's mind, it created huge ripples in his nerve center, and the external manifestation was a slight redness on his complexion, which was one tone lighter than that of ordinary people.Now he can't remember that the cup of Chinese Pu'er tea with two cubes of sugar is the wrong way to mix it, so he picked it up and took a sip.

At this time, Comrade Xiao Ai, who had finally recovered her senses, was about to correct the mistake she made just now, when she looked up and saw Sherlock drinking the cup of tea expressionlessly, she pursed the corner of her lower lip, and tentatively asked: "How does it taste? "

Holding the teacup, Sherlock looked at the undissolved sugar cubes in the orange-red tea soup, blinked his eyes twice, and said slowly, "Unexpectedly, it's okay."

Irene was silent for a while before saying: "So, let's have dinner."

Sherlock put down his teacup, "Oh, um, good."

In any case, the two of them were devastated by the delicious breakfast, and when they went out, the atmosphere between the two of them still hadn't returned to normal. Fortunately, there was still a case, the case of Albert Hawke .

Leaving aside how Sherlock made Inspector Lestrade, who worked hard but was often exhausted, agree to let him do the autopsy. Anyway, Albert Hawke's body was transferred to the forensic department of Barts Hospital, designated as It is for Sherlock Holmes who has a job at Barts Hospital—ignore the irregularities in this, and also ignore the fact that employees like Sherlock who are free to set their working hours have not been fired by Barts Hospital. Being able to have your own independent laboratory.

Anyway, Albert Hawke's body was on the coroner's table waiting for Sherlock to dissect it.

After getting involved in this case, the way the two of them got along gradually became more natural——

"He had four small bruises on both palms, indicating that before he died, oh, I mean he was wrongly identified as dying with a fist clenched so tightly that it caused the bruises, very Obviously, this does not meet the symptoms of a natural heart attack." When talking about 'wrong characterization', Sherlock looked up at Irene, the instigator, and Comrade Xiao Ai's eyes wandered.

Sherlock didn't make any further judgments on her behavior, so he lowered his eyes and prepared to dissect the twice-dead Albert Hawke. Before holding the scalpel, he said casually, "Your knowledge about forensic science is also very good. Acquired naturally, given that your dominant hand became left-handed at the autopsy."

Irene also replied in a chatty tone: "So?"

Sherlock let out a "huh" and said with a hint of praise: "Then you are very good at practice."

Irene was about to say something when the door of the morgue was pushed open from the outside, and before anyone came in, her voice came in first: "Sherlock, I heard they said that you came today— "After she saw that Sherlock was not alone, she paused for the rest of the sentence, and lowered her tone, "—here, uh, hello."