It is still worth rejoicing to escape from the hands of the ogre, not to mention the three points gained.

Raindrops fell from the sky, and the whole of London was shrouded in foggy night. Song Yiqiao shuddered, wrapped her clothes a little uncomfortably, she walked to the rooftop, glanced down, and quickly observed whether there was anyone around.

Fortunately, the cold of late autumn has made everyone retreat, and they have chosen to rest in the warmth of their homes, rather than opening the windows to let the biting wind in.

She crouched on the edge, her legs suddenly exerting force, like a bird with wings spread, avoiding obstacles, jumping and jumping, her hand almost touching the wall and immediately letting go, but in a matter of seconds she was back on the ground from the tall building.

Song Yiqiao patted his hands on the dirt that did not contain zài, and swaggered out of the alley.

In the night rain, a thin figure was getting closer and closer, he was holding a black umbrella, his steps were fast, and the hem of his slender trench coat was blown like swaying on both sides, revealing his white shirt.

She suddenly recalled an embarrassing experience of turning into a cat, and said in a vicious tone: "I can always see Mr. Holmes in the middle of the night, it seems that you are going to do some shady things again?" ”

The other party's footsteps paused, the scarf covered half of his handsome face, but the words were clear.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to always meet you at night, are you my accomplice?"

Song Yiqiao glared at him: "If you can use the strength of mocking others to solve the case, I believe that Baker Street will be much safer now." ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

"Miss Song Yiqiao."

"What else?"

"Don't get your clothes dirty the next time you climb the wall, the cleaning fee will go up again."

He glanced at Song Yiqiao meaningfully, and continued to move forward without stopping.

Song Yiqiao was shocked, and hurriedly lowered his head to look for the stains on his clothes, but he couldn't find anything, and only after a few seconds did he realize that he had been tricked by the other party. She pursed her lips and trotted all the way to Sherlock's side, curling under the umbrella in defiance.

Sherlock stopped, his pale cheeks expressionless.

"You're not going to be so stingy, are you?"

Song Yiqiao wiped the rain from her forehead, and the cold moisture made her cheeks unnaturally white, but she had a fight with Sherlock. The wet hair sticks to the cheeks and ears, and the lips are not bloody, no matter how you look at it, it is a little pitiful. She looked back calmly, a pair of beautiful eyes sparkling with a smile under her thick eyelashes, like a star rarely seen in London at night.

“……”

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and continued on his way without saying a word, only with a slower pace of his steps.

She pursed her lips and laughed, followed easily, and soon muttered, "Can you move the umbrella a little this way?" ”

- The other party didn't want to talk to her, and pretended not to hear.

Song Yiqiao was about to grab the handle of the umbrella and tilt it this way, but the place he touched was cold skin.

The umbrella shook slightly.

“……”

“……”

She let go of her hand as if burned, and the two fell into an awkward silence, only to hear the crackling of raindrops falling on the umbrella.

The dim glow of the street lamps became more and more hazy in the rain, and the occasional speeding taxi quickly disappeared in the night. There were few pedestrians on the road, as if the two of them were the only ones left in the world walking silently under a black umbrella, splashing lightly where their feet had stepped on.

The smell of rain was a little fishy, and the cold wind blew on his body vigorously, which made Song Yiqiao feel sober before.

"I feel like I've had a long dream." She muttered to herself.

Sherlock's eyes looked straight ahead, and his voice was indifferent: "...... You'll wake up. ”

If you don't want to sink into a dream and never wake up, whether it's sweet or terrifying, you have to tear the curtain of disguise with your own hands and step firmly to the front of the stage.

No one can escape.

……

That night, Song Yiqiao didn't sleep too soundly. A long-sealed corner of the old memories was quietly revealed, and all the past that she thought she could let go of became an abominable monster, tearing at her heart constantly, forcing her to recall the things she didn't want to face anymore over and over again-

When I woke up, the room was already bright.

After Song Yiqiao arrived at the newspaper office, he picked up a piece of yesterday's newspaper casually. The front page above is a retaliatory poisoning case, but fortunately it was cracked in time, and Sherlock in the photo only has a long and distant back, and there are several smiling police officers standing next to him, and Anderson is among them.

The murderer was a wealthy man who was about to go bankrupt and tried to poison him a second time at a dinner party, but was stopped by Sherlock on the spot.

After looking through the rest of the information, she realized that it was the banquet where the two of them danced together that day. So Sherlock was missing for a while at that time, did he go to solve the case......

"Joe."

Suddenly there was Amp's voice behind her, and she turned around to say hello, "Good morning." ”

Amp's chin was a little stubble, and he looked like he had stayed up late. He took off his glasses, rubbed his temples and complained, "It was a mistake to stay up late to watch a football game." By the way, did you read that news? ”

"Which one?"

"Here."

He pointed to the middle of the second page: "Yesterday a group of magicians of unknown origin came, I heard that they are very famous, and they will perform a show tonight. ”

Song Yiqiao still didn't understand what he meant.

"They sent the newspaper five tickets, as if to increase the public, inviting us to write a few related stories." Amp couldn't help but stuff one to her, "Sophia and Payne are going to leave two, and the remaining few people are not willing to travel alone, so they can only be divided with you." ”

Song Yiqiao: "......"

"You don't have a boyfriend, you shouldn't have to worry about these troubles, just enjoy it."

Ampu said "I'm caring" in a tone, yawned tiredly, waved his hand, and walked away, leaving only Song Yiqiao with a stiff face.

She definitely heard her colleagues snickering......

Forget it, there hasn't been much news lately, so it's also a good choice to find a pastime program.

Song Yiqiao picked up the ticket-

Supernatural Magic will be performed at the Baker Street Theatre at 10pm tonight, so hold your breath and enjoy the amazing experience we have in store for you!