"You sleep here tonight, we'll squeeze in all night."

Song Yiqiao was stunned: "Then you ......"

"John, you're a great good man."

Sherlock's caustic attributes relapsed and instantly became obnoxious. Song Yiqiao looked at him and said with a smile, "Mr. Holmes, do you often see your name in the newspaper?" ”

Someone named raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

"Don't forget to read the "Baker Street Paper" the morning after tomorrow, and look forward to your reply."

"You're the editor of the Baker Street Paper?" Watson suddenly realized, and suddenly remembered something, "So the last report on the case of Henry and his wife was your handwriting?" …… Damn, I should be reminding you of that 'Joe'! What a surprise, I thought it was a man! ”

"Yes, please take care of me in the future."

Song Yiqiao was no longer like a hedgehog when he faced Watson, and his smile was obviously much more sincere: "Okay, gentlemen, thank you for your tolerant hospitality, rest early." Good night, Mr. Watson. ”

The latter sentence directly ignored Sherlock, although she also knew that according to the other party's personality, she would definitely agree to her stay, but she just wanted to see a flash of chagrin or anger in those cold eyes.

Unfortunately, Sherlock just tugged at the corners of his arrogant lips and watched the two of them interact.

Watson was still in a good mood, at least he was sure that when he got up the morning after tomorrow to pick up the newspaper, the first thing he would open was the Baker Street Paper.

"Good night and have a nice night."

That night, Watson, who was sleeping in his bed, looked at his companion: "Won't you sleep?" ”

"I have plenty of body."

Sherlock put on the nicotine patch and lay back in his chair, staring thoughtfully through the window at the darkened window opposite.

He is always like this, sometimes he doesn't sleep for several days, and sometimes he rests all day, but fortunately, his body exercises all year round, so that he is not overwhelmed by the chaotic schedule.

Watson suddenly spoke softly: "I think Joe is a very peculiar person, she seems to be different from others...... Don't look at it like that, man, I'm still in love with Mary, I mean she seems to be hiding a lot of interesting secrets. ”

"Perhaps."

Sherlock replied ominously at the thought of the fingerprints on the handle of the umbrella, his high-speed brain not knowing what he was thinking.

"And I have a hunch," Watson said mysteriously, "that something might happen between you." ”

Sherlock sneered: "I'll buy a crystal ball and set up a tent, by the way, it's better to veil it, so that you can compete with those gypsy girls for business." You're going to make a lot of money John! ”

The barrage of words left Watson speechless.

He felt that he should go and live with Mary instead of this old friend who started taunting mode at the slightest disagreement—it was so unkind.

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock continued to say mercilessly, "What are you spraying on you?" Perfume? Let me say that since you've been dating those women, the smell has become unbearable, and that's not a good way to stimulate your hormones. ”

"It's the smell of shower gel...... Watson couldn't bear it anymore and complained with his hands, "Hey, you've been single for so many years, of course you can't understand." ”

"Women?"

Sherlock's expression was one of arrogance and meanness: "I know them all the better, the clothes, the perfumes, the tea party, the delicate makeup...... Fragile and sensitive, can't withstand a little wind and waves, prefers to lie, and is easily empathetic like a cat, do you need me to give another example? ”

"That's enough."

Watson sighed, fully convinced that he was talking from chicken to duck.

Deathly silence brewed in the dark room.

"John."

Sherlock's indifferent voice slowly sounded in the room: "You have to remember that women are not worth being completely trusted, and neither are the best women. ”

“……”

*

Song Yiqiao got up early the next day, she cleaned up briefly, and saw Watson in his pajamas coming out of the bedroom door.

"Are you leaving?" Watson looked surprised.

"Yes, I need to go to the newspaper office and check on the situation at home."

"Do you need me to accompany you, after all, it's not very safe now."

"No thanks, thank you very much." Song Yiqiao raised the corners of his lips, and the dimples the size of rice grains were particularly conspicuous on his white face, "Don't underestimate my strength, although I was planted yesterday, I can still deal with ordinary thieves." ”

Watson laughed, "Okay, be careful along the way. ”

Re-stepping into the familiar corridor, Song Yiqiao observed the surrounding situation very cautiously, and suddenly saw the landlord standing at the door. His body was short and fat, and his eyes narrowed together without smiling: "I'm very sorry, this ...... This ......"

"Just call me Joe."

"Joe, I'm sorry, my memory has been getting worse lately." He wiped the sweat from his head, "Something unfortunate happened yesterday, my keys were stolen by thieves, and several rooms were stolen, you go in and check it, if there are any missing items, I will compensate you in full." All the locks have been changed this morning and here are the new keys. ”

With that, he handed over the new key. Song Yiqiao silently ignored the greasy hand and took the key and put it in his wallet.

She went in and checked it, but found nothing unusual, and the landlord was still waiting in the hallway when she went out.

"How?" He asked.

"I guess the thief hasn't had time to rummage through things." She shook her head, "I'll take care of it, I'm sorry for you." ”

"You're welcome...... you're welcome"

The landlord wiped the sweat from his head and walked away.

Song Yiqiao thought about it and decided to go to the newspaper office, maybe he could get first-hand news.

Today's London is still gloomy, and the mood is the same as that of the people on the streets. As soon as Song Yiqiao entered the office, he saw a bunch of people discussing chaotically, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Did any big news happen?" ”

"Someone else was killed today."

Song Yiqiao hurriedly pulled out a newspaper, and the news photo on the front page was a Japanese restaurant downstairs. After she quickly swept the report, her eyes were cold, and she grabbed the newspaper and ran out of the door quickly.

"Help me ask Amp for leave!"

Sweat ran down his cheeks, Song Yiqiao didn't blink his eyes, and desperately rushed to the place where the incident happened.

She understands that if she hadn't been rescued by Sherlock last night, it would have been her corpse that would have made headlines today, not the innocent proprietress —

Sherlock suddenly appeared in front of him.

Song Yiqiao stopped, caught up and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"The killer is nearby."

She also wanted to ask, suddenly, the hairs on her back stood up, and Song Yiqiao almost subconsciously raised her head, and saw a heavy object falling at an irresistible speed.

"Be careful!"

Song Yiqiao pushed hard, and he quickly retreated with his strength, only to hear a "bang", and the heavy object fell to the ground, making a loud noise - it turned out to be a single-barrel washing machine.

The pedestrians around were stunned.

Sherlock quickly flipped up, first at the washing machine, then at Song Yiqiao, and the two were unexpectedly harmonious, running up the stairs at the same time.

After a while, they rushed to the rooftop, only to see a figure jumping to the rooftop of the opposite apartment by some means, trying to escape from here.

This damn bastard......

Song Yiqiao gritted his teeth in anger, simply picked up a stone, aimed at the direction, and smashed it in the direction where the murderer escaped!

So, in the hopeless gaze of the two, the stone hit the murderer's back, and his easily jumping body shook a little, and he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and did not get up for a long time.

[Crit 10%, 1,000 pounds!] 】

Sherlock: "......"

Song Yiqiao: "......"

It seems that the head of the target is getting higher and higher?