In the dark night, everything is quiet, and the sound of the swaying branches of the flowers blown by the wind is so clear.

Song Yiqiao secretly screamed in her heart, she put away her backpack and looked back and forth vigilantly: "I think there may be some misunderstanding between us, can we come out and speak?" ”

Several faces flashed through her mind in an instant—Hubert? Grave? Anderson?

No, no, Hubert's interest in her has faded, and he should not pay attention to her again when he returns to Sicily. And the latter, with their IQ, I am afraid it will be difficult to sort out the relationship, let alone be able to catch Song Yiqiao right here.

Now, there is only one most likely candidate left, and it is also the last thing Song Yiqiao wants to face.

…… Shylock.

She stood up and sighed: "Come out, don't worry, I won't play tricks." ”

"I thought you'd continue to deny it."

With the usual mockery, Sherlock stepped out of his hiding place, and the moonlight shone on his body, and the contours of his face became more and more deep, but the eyes that had always been calm and cold faintly restrained a certain emotion.

"Song Yiqiao."

“……”

Sure enough, it was recognized.

She gave up the idea of struggling again, and explained in a humble voice: "How can this kind of thing be explained clearly......

To her surprise, Sherlock didn't say anything sarcastic, he took a few steps forward, and the two of them instantly closed the distance. …… No, it's too close.

The tip of Song Yiqiao's nose was about to touch his chest, and she could smell the unique smell of men, as if the warm body temperature of the other party was baking her fair cheeks red through the thin shirt. She blinked in a daze, then suddenly reacted and hurried to step back.

Sherlock didn't give her a chance.

In the next second, Song Yiqiao was hugged into a warm embrace, Sherlock's strong and powerful arms hugged her back, she seemed to be burned by a soldering iron, and struggled a few times in a panic, but she held it tightly like a wrapped young beast, and could only tremble helplessly.

His ears were burned so hot that Song Yiqiao didn't dare to raise his head, and his thoughts were completely stirred into a mess.

She could have easily pushed Sherlock away, but now she felt like she had lost her strength, her legs went limp, and she stammered and couldn't say a complete word for a long time.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

"You win, Song Yiqiao, I surrender completely."

Sherlock's sigh-like whisper seemed to pass through layers of mist, through her eardrums, and gently fell on her heart, again and again, like the tip of a feather, not painful, but sore and swollen, making her scalp tingle, and trembling everywhere in her body.

This is the first time Sherlock has conceded defeat, the first time he has softened his attitude, and used such a helpless tone.

…… Vindicate.

Song Yiqiao's cheeks were hot, there were countless stars twinkling in his eyes, and his expression was intoxicatingly beautiful. She blushed and looked up, pretending to be calm, "I warned you to be careful, Mr. Holmes. ”

"I was too careless."

Sherlock stared deeply into those blue eyes, and through the body of a strange woman, he saw his familiar soul.

"I'm glad to see you again."

Song Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, and the eyes that looked at Sherlock were so warm that they were about to melt. She was even more beautiful at this moment than when she was singing in the opera, her sparkling eyes were unblinking, as gentle and lovely as Daphne staring at the shepherd she fell for herself, and the smile on her lips almost overflowed.

"Me too." She said.

A tiny grain of sand fell from the precision instrument, so inconspicuous, but it disturbed the trajectory of the operation, and it could never go back to the past.

"Click."

Something seems to have changed tracks.

……

"Wait!"

The rare harmonious atmosphere between the two had not been maintained for a while, Song Yiqiao exclaimed, and hurriedly covered his mouth and said cautiously: "It's just right, help quickly!" ”

"Looking for your ......," Sherlock carefully considered his words, "body?" ”

"Yes, if you don't find it out, it won't look good if it's broken."

She tugged at her backpack and prepared to pull out a folding shovel and greet Sherlock like a grave robber: "Come on, you have experience, how can I get it open?" ”

"Not here."

"From this side...... What the? Song Yiqiao asked in hindsight.

"Your body is kept in the freezer, intact."

"The coffin—"

"The coffin is empty."

“……”

Song Yiqiao realized that she was put in a position by Sherlock. Presumably, the other party already knew that she had a problem, so he used a fake funeral to lure her out.

Discouraged, she withdrew her things: "How did you know I was coming to the cemetery?" ”

"I told John to lay an ambush in advance, wait for your arrival, and as I expected, you go and find the place where your grave is."

"And how did you know I was going to dig up my own body?"

"You should first explain why corpses heal on their own." Sherlock was expressionless, grabbed her face and pinched it, in exchange for Song Yiqiao's cry of pain, "Don't you plan to say it?" ”

- Well, you won!

Song Yiqiao was caught in the sore spot, and followed him back to the dissection room with his head down, explaining his origin. Sherlock only asked a few questions, and did not show the slightest surprise at what she had said.

"Interesting."

This is a simple assessment given by Mr. Detective about the incredible things she has experienced.

"Wouldn't you be surprised? I mean, the average person wouldn't believe anything like that, especially someone who was involved in a crime. ”

"Saving zài is reasonable." He put on his gloves and opened the freezer before, "Besides, your expression can't fool me. ”

“……”

Didn't he mean "You are too stupid and your acting skills are too clumsy, how can you fool me, it's a dream"......

Well, Song Yiqiao should be thankful that after such a long time together, Sherlock's taunting skills are no longer as merciless as they were at the beginning.

Thinking about it, she felt more and more that she should have Stockholm syndrome. orz

"The wound is still healing at an accelerated pace."

"Huh?"

The cranky thoughts were immediately thrown aside, she walked quickly to her, and when she saw the tragic condition of her head, she was immediately disgusted by herself.

"It's not grown yet." Song Yiqiao took a few steps back as if facing a great enemy.

Sherlock glanced at her, not commenting on her disgust for her actions, and then shifted his gaze to the corpse: "This position of the left skull has increased by about eight millimeters compared to the morning, and at the current rate, it will be fully grown in less than five days." ”

"Five days? That's fast enough. ”

But why does the system say it will take about a month?

Sherlock could see through what she was thinking at a glance: "Skull repair is only the first step, damaged bodily functions need to be gradually restored, and a month is already amazing." ”

"I see—" she lengthened her voice in disappointment, "and there are still more than twenty days, and it's really grinding." ”

"Let's go back."

"Where?"

"I don't think you have a place to live."

Song Yiqiao accurately caught the wig and clothes thrown over, and resigned herself to changing them. She really can't count Sherlock, and even the follow-up work is ready, what excuse is there to refuse?

So, in the night of London, I saw a handsome man with a long figure and a black trench coat walking in front, followed by a relatively short man, looking left and right from time to time.

"I think I'm okay with Cos Watson." Song Yiqiao touched his beard and muttered in a low voice, "It's ugly." ”

Sherlock selectively feigned deafness.

They didn't meet anyone they knew along the way, and when they returned to the room, Song Yiqiao tore off his fake beard and lay on his back on the sofa. Her stomach suddenly hurt, Song Yiqiao's face changed, and she rushed directly to the toilet.

But in a minute, she went out the door holding her lower abdomen.

"That...... I want to ask......" Song Yiqiao asked pretending to be serious, "are there sanitary napkins?" ”

“……”

The other party didn't want to talk to her, and threw a knowingly inquiring look at her.

Qiao Qian's reaction when she came to her period was very violent, and the first time Song Yiqiao encountered such a formation, the pain made beads of sweat appear on her forehead, and her face turned pale for a while. She pressed against her cold lower abdomen, trying to make the pain feel less.

"You stay here, there's a knock on the door, don't open it."

"You ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was shut.

Song Yiqiao didn't dare to sit on the sofa for fear of soiling the sofa, which would be too embarrassing. Just after confessing, she encountered this moment of speechless choking, and in addition to the pain, she was still thinking that Sherlock's mood should be confused.

Thinking of this, Song Yiqiao gloated and laughed. She only fantasized about Sherlock's depressed expression, and she had no consciousness of falling in love at all.

…… Sure enough, I've been single for a long time.

"Knock knock!"

"Sherlock!"

The sudden knock on the door startled Song Yiqiao, and she took a step back, not daring to come up to look at the cat's eye.

"I'm Lestrade, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but there's a case I need your help in!"

It turned out to be Inspector Lestrade, so she couldn't come forward. Song Yiqiao calmed down, thought about it, and hid in Sherlock's bedroom and locked the door. Inspector Lestrade is just for the sake of the case, and he won't be so curious as to open all the doors, not to mention that Sherlock won't give him a chance.

The knocking continued for a while, then suddenly died down, and then Song Yiqiao heard the click of the door lock being turned.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry I was being reckless, but you have to go, or the victims will only grow. There have been three homicides so far, and the victims are not fixed, and the modus operandi is not fixed, but the frequency between them is very close, and we suspect that the murderer is a person. ”

"I'll save it for tomorrow."

"Great! If you say yes, I'll come back to you tomorrow! ”

The footsteps grew farther and farther away, and then the door was slammed shut.

Finally-

Song Yiqiao breathed a sigh of relief and turned the door open, and as soon as she opened the door, Sherlock handed it over with a bag in one hand.

It contains tampons, tampons, hot water bottles, pajamas...... Seven-seven-eighty-eight bought a bunch.

Her heart warmed, she looked at Sherlock with a smile, and said with great sincerity, "Thank you." ”