Mrs. Hudson went upstairs with a plate and put coffee and lemonade on the table, "Oh, Sherlock is having a temper tantrum again, isn't he?"

Lance took the lemonade in his hand, looked in the direction of Sherlock's bedroom, and nodded helplessly, "You're right, ma'am." ”

"Oh, did you ask him about John? It's not good to quarrel like that. Mrs. Hudson was still worried.

"Quarrels can strengthen relationships, you know ma'am. Lance struggled to control his facial expression.

"Yes, yes, dear, you are so considerate, enjoy your lemonade. Mrs. Hudson smiled and suddenly raised her voice, "Sherlock!

After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs, Lance took a cup of lemonade and drank lemonade for a while, Sherlock had already changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, sat on the sofa and took a sip of coffee, this young man was very quiet at this time, and he looked very handsome.

Sherlock put down his glass, "You're very persuasive. ”

"It has something to do with my previous job. Lance raised an eyebrow, "Can you infer why I left country A for England?"

Sherlock looked at Lance, then relaxed and leaned back on the couch, not answering Lance at all.

Lance's eyes rolled, he heard the sound of someone going upstairs at this time, he didn't hide it, and there was a deliberate stomp in it, so it seems that the person who went upstairs is not in a very good mood now.

"Damn!" the man muttered softly, and although he didn't hear the rest of the words, the curse was unhindered for both Lance and Sherlock to hear.

Lance hooked the corners of his mouth, "What did you do to him?"

Sherlock shrugged, "I didn't get any more information other than knowing that he was in a bad mood right now. ”

As the two were talking, John appeared at the door panting, he saw Lance obviously stunned, and then grabbed his hair and threw the bag on the sofa like a chagrin, "God, Noah, have you arrived?"

Lance took a sip of lemonade, "Looks like yes, I can go out now and pretend to have just arrived if you don't want to." ”

"......," John was silent for a moment, "I just forgot about it, I mean I had something that annoyed me." ”

Lance Sherlock: "Obviously. ”

John choked, "Oh my God!"

"Did you quarrel with someone in the supermarket?" Lance put the cup down and made a childish boxing move, "Are there difficult people? You know that ordinary people have different societies and troops, and they are not strictly disciplined. ”

"No!" John felt like he was about to break down, "I actually just had a fight with an automatic payment machine in the supermarket!"

"......" Lance felt as if he was hallucinating.

"Oh......" Sherlock didn't react much, he just looked up slightly and looked at John from head to toe before pouting, "I'm stuck in my clothes, you can use it." ”

John was stunned, "What?"

"He means ......"

"Shut up Noah, I know what he means!"

Lance picked up his glass and continued to drink the lemonade.

John pursed his lips, his eyes flickering, and finally let out a long sigh of relief, "Okay Sherlock, I'll give it back to you." ”

Since John just had a fight with the machine in the supermarket and didn't bring back what he needed to buy, the only thing he could do now was to see what else could be taken out of the fridge to entertain.

Lance smiled as he watched John's figure enter the kitchen, "You shouldn't have said it so bluntly. ”

"Like you're doing now?"

"That's right. Lance nodded, "What was the topic?"

Sherlock's gaze suddenly sharpened, "You are a policeman, you have a successful career, you are very careful, you have wisdom different from other goldfish, you know how to hide yourself, you are good at being friends with ordinary people, you have a sense of rejection of the opposite sex, but you are not gay." "But you're a homosexual, and your dress, words and deeds show that you have a good upbringing, and your education is even higher than that of many elites." But you left country A and came here, you won't have anything unsatisfactory in life, so you can only work at work, and when it comes to your occupation, I'm sure you're in a missing state in country A, a spy or a ......."

"Strategic shift. Lance interrupted the youth, "Are you going to send me to prison?"

"Why?" Sherlock asked, "you haven't done anything here, and I've rarely met anyone who can communicate with me without barriers. ”

He has a point.

It can be seen that Sherlock is not a person who can be idle, he is born with a rebellious gene, but he can sit still on the couch for a long time, which is paradoxical.

John brought out a plate of biscuits and put them in front of Lance, "I'm sorry I don't have anything to eat at home right now." ”

Lance nodded, "I can see it." He paused, "But how do you get your lunch?"

John nodded, "That's all, in the fridge...... No fresh ingredients in the fridge and ...... in the kitchen"

"There's a pair of eyeballs in the microwave, John, remember to take them out when you use them. Sherlock jerked to his feet, sat down in the chair in front of the table, picked up the newspaper in hand, and read it.

Lance: "......"

"Your expression is funny. ”

Lance thought for a moment and raised his voice, "Because I've handled cannibalism cases before, I have some reflexes. ”

John was cleaning up the kitchen when he heard Lance's words suddenly, his hand shook, and he almost didn't throw out the can with eyeballs he had just taken in his hand, and he felt more helpless, but it didn't feel bad to be so unscrupulous and joking, probably because the speaker didn't mean it.

John inwardly labeled Lance similar to Sherlock, and in the eyes of the poor doctor, as long as he was a genius or something, there was something wrong with his personality.

Like Sherlock.

Like Sherlock.

Like what...... Shylock.

Now there's one more example, like Reims.

"Cannibalism is also a culture. Sherlock commented, "But it doesn't seem to me to be useful knowledge, it's clearly been out of line with modern society for a long time." ”

"Probably. Lance didn't want to get along with Sherlock in this regard, "although I think it's actually quite common." ”

Sherlock's chin was slightly raised, and his eyes were aimed at John, who was still in the kitchen, but his voice was deliberately lowered, "You mean you know or even know some cannibals?"

"I'm more used to calling them criminals. "And I don't think John can hear us speaking in a normal tone, or he would have jumped out of the kitchen and shot me in my fragile head when you guessed I was a spy." ”

"What are you talking about?' Who's going to shoot it?" John walked out with the jar for the eyeballs, "I have to say, Sherlock you need to find a place for me to keep this thing, and I don't want to see this in the kitchen next time!"

Lance saw the jar in John's hand at a glance and the two really terrifying eyeballs inside, and the information of the two people was so bright that he couldn't help but cover his eyes.

"I haven't seen anything like this in a while. ”

John moved the can to the side, "You look like you're reacting a little bit." ”

"Don't be like thatJohn, I'm going to be the owner of a comic house soon, I don't want to see this bloody and cruel thing in the real world!" Lance pretended to be scared and hugged his arm, "And I'm more concerned about what we're going to eat at noon today, and God knows it's my first time visiting someone's house." ”

John deliberately placed the jar in front of him, "God knows it's the first time I've received such a guest here. ”

"Are you playing with the house? Put away such childish actions, my train of thought has been disrupted by you. Sherlock protested, "John, I want a sandwich." ”

Lance turned his face away and didn't want to look at the two eyeballs that John was holding, "God knows who the hell is naïve!"

"At least I'm not afraid of corpses. ”

"That's why I'll open a comic house in the future!"

"Hey, hey, girls, please don't make a noise, or you'll get Mrs. Hudson. John turned around and put the jar on the back shelf, and after thinking about it, he carefully took a book in front of it, "I hope this will give you some peace of mind." ”

Lance: "Mrs. Hudson just asked if you were arguing, because you didn't even sleep together last night. ”

"Noah, you know!"

"That's true, but Mrs. Hudson seems to think so, and I'm sure all the ladies who will have afternoon tea with Mrs. Hudson in the near future will know that you are a very loving couple. Lance grinned at Sherlock as he spoke, "Maybe as she said, I'll be at your wedding soon." ”

"No!" John hugged his head, "God, Sherlock, you and I have to clarify, you have to clarify! Why does everyone who knows you think I'm your boyfriend!

Sherlock was unmoved, "Even if I said it, they wouldn't believe it." ”

John seemed to remember the experience of just a dozen hours, and his face suddenly turned gray, "You're right. ”

"Does anyone remember what we had for lunch today?" Lance thought it was funny, "But seriously, I'm actually much more handsome than John, but others think that Sherlock's boyfriend is you and not me, which means that you and Sherlock really have a good aura." ”

John sighed, "That's because you're not his roommate." ”

Lance picked up his glass again.

That's because no one else could be Sherlock Holmes' roommate, Dr. Watson.

The author has something to say: finally passed the ...... exam.

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