When Red came back, he just felt that the atmosphere was wrong, but he didn't think he was that familiar with Sherlock and John, so he ran to Lance, because Lance was sitting on a single couch and he was standing there, glancing at Sherlock from time to time.

Sherlock was squinting at the coffee cup on the table.

"Won't you sit down?" said John, slightly embarrassed.

"He's worried about me. Lance narrowed his eyes.

Red was obviously worried about Lance, and he wanted to know more than anything else where he could put the porridge he had bought.

"Noah, would you like to eat a little?"

Sherlock raised his right hand and tapped his chin lightly, clearly still immersed in his own world.

Lance still didn't feel much of an appetite, but he softened when he looked at Rhett's pitiful appearance.

The seafood porridge didn't taste very good, it really deserved to be in the country of dark cuisine, Lance took a plastic bowl and drank the porridge one bite at a time, thinking that it was time to smuggle some instant noodle seasoning packets to England, and at the same time distracted from what Sherlock was thinking now.

Of course, I have to say that Sherlock's thinking level should be too deep, and Lance regrets not being able to see what is hidden behind the great detective's expression.

"How's it taste?" Rhett stood by and watched Lance sip the porridge one by one.

"Don't buy this next time. Lance commented, then sighed, "Forget it, I'll take you to eat in the future." ”

Red's eyes lit up as he listened.

Lance put the plastic bowl down, "You came here the other day to drink my coffee, I thought 211b wasn't poor enough to come to my house to rub coffee. ”

Sherlock took a soft sip, "Of course, I'm just interested in the genius you're talking about. ”

"You think you'll have a common language?" Lance smiled a little unkindly, "You look disappointed." ”

"Yes. Sherlock doesn't retort, "He's not the same field as I did, the important thing is that he's interested in literature." ”

"He has conquered a lot of fields, literature is only a little dabbled, and you will still have a common language in other fields. ”

John blinked his eyes twice, he was dizzy, and felt that living between two people whose brain circuits were flying in the sky was a very brain-consuming thing, and the gentle doctor sighed in his heart, but he did not let himself show a blank expression, and tried to lower his head and drink tea.

However, he was still a little relieved to see the undisguised dazedness on his friend's boyfriend's face.

Lance went on to say, "If he had already taken a Ph.D. in chemistry, mathematics, engineering, and had a bachelor's degree in psychology and sociology, he was studying for a bachelor's degree in philosophy. ”

John: "......"

"In addition to that, Little Doctor's marksmanship is also good. "Several times in real combat, one shot in the head!

Red: "......"

Sherlock seemed to be a little happier at what he heard, and he raised his chin, "At least there's something useful." ”

Later, in order to ease the awkward atmosphere, John also told Lance about some recent developments, such as that he and Sherlock had finally established a relationship other than cohabitation - employment, and he now had no psychological burden of stuffing Sherlock's credit card into his pocket, after all, it included his salary and Sherlock's nanny expenses.

"Had to correct it. Sherlock interrupted, "Before we established a relationship, you took my credit card and asked a woman to watch a Chinese drama. ”

"That's a play, Sherlock! And I'm talking about borrowing!

Sherlock was puzzled, "Is there a difference?"

Seeing that the embarrassed doctor was about to jump up and beat people, Lance hurriedly waved his hand, "I'm not interested in the small conflicts between boys, what I'm more interested in is that I went to watch a Chinese drama with my sister and then what happened?"

John grabbed his hair and looked at Rhett, who was standing behind Lance and staring at him for a second, "I went to see a Chinese drama with Sarah, and it just happened that a smuggling case came into it. ”

Sherlock snapped his fingers, then picked up his cup casually.

"The coffee is already cold, Mr. Sherlock. "And John, you got a new job and reached out to your former boss, didn't you?"

John's face flushed slightly, "She's beautiful." ”

"I haven't heard you about this case, and your blog hasn't written about it. ”

"I'm already sorting it out. John subconsciously straightened up, "And I was going to tell you about it yesterday." ”

Who knew that something had happened and a guest came.

'Accident' lifted his head again and looked at him with a very blank and innocent look.

John coughed dryly and looked away.

The cohabitants, who had established a new relationship, left shortly after nesting at the Lance house, and it seems that Sherlock had put something in the pot before he arrived, and it was almost time to keep track of the counts.

Lance rubbed his waist and watched TV, after confirming that Lance would not drive him away, Rhett was very relieved to take out a book in the cabinet in the living room and shrank in the sofa to read, he was still wearing the same clothes as when he came, Lance looked at the TV and looked at him, how to look at it still felt that the clothes were particularly eye-catching.

Generally speaking, smart people don't like smart people because they feel that their position is threatened, but at the same time, smart people like smart people because they think that only each other can understand each other.

Lance knows this sentence and understands it, but he doesn't want to agree with it, because he thinks that people who can agree with this sentence definitely need a psychiatrist, and what he hates the most is a psychiatrist, and in this situation, a psychiatrist is not very good for his future.

And when Lance received John's rescue message after two days of calm, the first thing Lance thought about was whether to sacrifice his future, send Sherlock Holmes to hell, and let Moriarty's game end early, which is simply heartwarming.

The two of them ran to the historic city of Edinburgh without anyone knowing, and were trapped in a local castle, and the text message said that Sherlock had been knocked unconscious by a ghost, but Halo had said not to sue Sù Reistrade, so he had to text Lance.

Lance: It's enough time to call the police, and you're really listening to Sherlock, doctor.

It's okay to cross half of Great Britain to die, and this man of God is also drunk.

Thinking so in his heart, Lance thought that the content of this text message was a bit funny, and he still thought it was funny when he looked at it carefully, and finally couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh and fell on the bed.

Lance rubbed his eyes and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "My God, the little doctor packed a few clothes and we're going out." ”

Red frowned.

"I don't know if it's Moriarty's handiwork, but since John, they've already sent a text message asking for help, and we, as friends, have to go once. Lance handed the phone to Red, "It looks like a coke, hahaha!"

Red swept all the content on the screen into his eyes, scratching his head and laughing at the content that he couldn't understand, but when he saw Lance's smile, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was a little lighter.

Lance turned around and continued to laugh, shaking his shoulders as he found a backpack and packed a piece of clothing, sighed softly from an angle that Red couldn't see, and then laughed again.

There are many flights to London, and there are many trips to Edinburgh, and Rhett calculated a little to establish the fastest route, but it also takes about two hours, and he is a little worried about the current situation of those two people.

Lance stuffed a candy into his mouth, "Don't worry about them, whoever will have an accident with Sherlock will not have an accident, he can still tell Sù John to pay attention before he gets knocked out by the ghost to show that he is okay at all, John believes in him too much, and John can still use his mobile phone to text me and provide such a detailed address, I suspect that this is just a way for Sherlock to let us go over and 'explore' with him or witness his cleverness." ”

Red pushed his tongue down the candy in his mouth, "Orange flavor." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, what are you going to pick for candy?" Lance scoffed, "but I do believe that one day Sherlock will lie to John, and John will be able to knock Sherlock out like he said in the text message." ”

Red froze for a moment, then turned his head in surprise, "Dr. Watson?"

Lance nodded.

Red thought about the height ratio of the detective and the doctor again, and thought about their appearance, but he was still a little stunned.

"You must know that John has been on the battlefield, he is a military doctor, and it is very simple to stun someone. Lance smiled at the stewardess who walked to the side, "I'm sorry Miss, please bring my boyfriend a glass of milk." ”

The stewardess stopped with a smile, heard Lance's request clearly, and gently asked about the heat and coldness of the milk before turning to leave.

A few minutes later, Red had an extra glass of hot milk in his hand, and to be honest, he knew that he was in some ways like a child who had not grown up, but he didn't want to refuse every overture from Lance, which would make him feel that the other party cared about him.

Edinburgh is a very ancient place, the epitome of British history and culture, and many places have the style of ancient Europe, which is one of the reasons why Lance smiled happily after reading the text message, you must know that for a person like Sherlock, who is full of chemical formulas and logic problems, walking in this kind of place and listening to a culture that he will not appreciate at all, is simply a torture.

b！！

It's kind of embarrassing for him.

Hahaha!

The destination was an ancient castle, which seemed to be very famous in the local area, at least after Lance and Red took a taxi to the vicinity, the driver refused to drive forward, so he had to get out of the car and walk a little way, and met some locals on the way, and no one wanted to talk to them after learning their destination.

"I think we're going to be a prelude to an adventure puzzle game. Lance was faintly excited.

Red: "......"

"God knows what I hate the most besides the psychiatrist is this kind of ancient mansion secret room, as long as you walk in, it will definitely not end well, and you may encounter mysterious creatures that can't be written in books. Lance reached out and squeezed his strength, "I'm going to walk in now knowing it's risky, and Sherlock is really considerate of me." ”

Red: "......"

Lance smiled: "As a greeting gift, I'll have to give Sherlock a left hook when I see him later, little doctor, can you help me calculate what kind of force I can use to stun him without hurting his fragile little head?"

Red: "......"

The author has something to say: brush up the case, take the risk to decrypt it, I'm here for the adventure case~

Beat Sherlock~~~

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