Lance got up in the morning with a soft waist, and the people around him had disappeared, putting on the bathrobe that he had dropped on the ground last night and standing barefoot on the floor, suddenly glad that his bedroom had not yet had time to be carpeted, at this time he opened the curtains, looked into the distance, and lit a cigarette to make more sense.

The phone was in a drawer, and when Lance turned to get it, Red pushed the door in, "I bought breakfast." Red raised the breakfast bag in his hand, "Can I eat it in the room?"

Lance glanced at him, then pressed his phone with his head down, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him.

Rhett felt innocent and deserved, pursed his lips and put the breakfast belt on the small table in the room.

Lance had already texted Molitia, just waiting for his reply, and tightened his bathrobe.

"I bought milk. Red whispered, "And cereal." ”

Lance stared at the text messages coming back on his phone for a moment before turning to look at Red, "I don't like cereal." ”

Red was stunned, "You can ...... with milk"

"I hate milk foaming cereal. ”

Red was overwhelmed for a moment, "Then Noah, what do you want to eat?"

Lance shook his head, "I don't want to eat today, if you're hungry, eat some by yourself, I'll make an appointment with my friends here, and if there is no accident, we will eat together tomorrow." ”

Red nodded, "It's the same John Watson I met yesterday." ”

"There's also a big detective. Lance couldn't help but rub his head at the thought of Sherlock, "It won't be long before you come over and another person will come over for a routine conversation." ”

Red pursed his lips, "Isn't it troublesome?"

"Some. Lance didn't want to hide it from him now, "You probably know who Molitia is, and I thought you could get out of it, and it does seem a little naïve now. Lance raised his phone, "He's already arranged for you to fake your death, I have to say that he did it very quickly and beautifully." ”

Rhett's eyes widened almost immediately, full of disbelief.

"My original plan was to go back if I didn't die after I was done here. Lance explained, "And my friends here now are limited to three people who live at 211B Baker Street, a John Watson, a military medic now retired, one is his landlord, Mrs. Hudson, and one is his current rent sharer, his cohabitant Sherlock Holmes, I am talking about the great detective, unlike a detective in the ordinary sense, he provides his own insight to the police just to find the quickest. According to our case analysis, this kind of person will definitely embark on the road of high-IQ crime. ”

"He didn't. Red affirmed, "You don't hate him. ”

"Of course. Lance smiled wonderfully, "Who hates Sherlock Holmes, but more importantly, he has an older brother who has a lot of power in the government, and he loves him very much." ”

Red blinked, "Hmm." ”

"We are now friends and competitors at the same time. Lance continued, "But so far Sherlock probably hasn't discovered Molitia's deposit, and every time Molitia gives people criminal advice, something happens to someone, and more than three cases of human life are definitely able to arouse Sherlock's interest." ”

Red shifted his seat.

"Now he will make the game more difficult because of the presence of personnel. Lance cared more about that, "Shhhh ”

Red lowered his head and silently rummaged through the breakfast bag, took out a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

Lance didn't want to say anything more when he saw him, so he paused and put down his phone and went to the bathroom by himself.

God knows what he needs now is a careful bath, and if he could, he hoped that Sherlock Holmes wouldn't take his henchmen to his house for a day trip now!

Lance obviously knows Sherlock well, and he has always been very unkind to familiar people, so when Lance came out of the shower and changed into a set of home clothes and went downstairs to look for Red, he saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and drinking coffee.

Red sat across from him with a stiff face, and John spoke to him very gently.

......

Lance, who felt that there was a sense of disobedience in the picture, dragged his slippers and approached.

"Noah. John raised his hand and said hello, "I'm sorry." ”

Lance nodded in acceptance of his apology and then heard John continue, "Sherlock knew Spencer as soon as I got back......"

“dr・reid.” "I mean...... Rhett immediately spoke, his shoulders plummeting, and his expression tinged with chagrin.

"Dr. Red. "He's not very used to being called more intimately. ”

John touched his head a little embarrassed, and the kind doctor obviously wanted to skip the topic as well, "Okay, I, I mean, Sherlock knew about Dr. Red as soon as I got back, and you knew I couldn't hide it from him, so I sued him......"

"No, no, no—" Sherlock put down his coffee and crossed his hands under his chin, "Apparently I've already done it." His pretty eyes narrowed slightly and looked Lance up and down, "It's just that I felt that John needed someone to confide in at that time, and as a qualified roommate I satisfied him." He grinned, looking very proud like a cat.

Red scratched his hair, "Noah, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry. Lance sat down on the other side, "I really had the foresight to buy a big sofa." ”

"I have to say that you need to eat some things now, especially after experiencing sex and things and now taking a shower, if you don't consume the right amount of ......"

"Shut up Sherlock!" John almost yelled out of embarrassment.

Sherlock obviously didn't expect John to make such a big move, and he was also slightly frightened, but he quickly adjusted his emotions and frowned slightly, "What did I say wrong?"

This expression is clearly unaware of the faux pas.

Red blushed, "There's a restaurant downstairs, I'm going to buy some seafood porridge." Without waiting for the others to react, he stood up and stumbled out.

Lance watched him walk so quickly, as if he was followed by a dog, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only turn his attention back to these two uninvited guests, "I thought that social etiquette had already made it clear that many other people's private things were not suitable for being said in person." ”

"boring!" Sherlock pressed his temples with both hands, "social etiquette." ”

He rolled his eyes, "You said his IQ was 187." ”

"Yes. Lance nodded and leaned back slightly, "If you don't believe me, you can test it yourself, and of course if you want to hear it, I can give you a list of the honors and talents he has obtained so far, and then send it to John's mailbox in the evening." ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

John: "Why my mailbox?"

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The author has something to say: it's almost the end of the semester, and I'm in a hurry to write my homework.

and the day before yesterday, I smeared and wrote a rou that the girls in the group said were very subtle......

I also looked at it after I finished writing it, and I thought...... It needs to be studied.

Anyway, it's a harmonious period, and I'm starting to think about putting it on Weibo.,Think about it, I applied for an email address.,There's txt text jiàn in the draft in it.,And paste it in the body part.。

The girl who can watch it will go and see it for herself.

Take it easy. There's no hurry. The emotional drama of the text is almost over, and now the focus shifts to the case.

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In the draft,You can enter your own email address to send it.,I won't send it myself.,I won't pay attention to the comments that ask for meat to leave the mailbox.,If the mailbox is accidentally deleted by a girl.,I'll go get it again by leaving a message on my Weibo.,Crack down on the period.,Mo Mo Da.

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