"Château Sophie has a history of hundreds of years since it was built in the 14th century. After several major renovations, it still retains its original appearance......"

The castle's steward was graceful, he was on crutches, wearing a proper tuxedo, and his silver-white hair was neatly combed behind his head, telling the history of the castle with a calm and relaxed attitude.

Song Yiqiao listened to his narration and admired the beauty of the ancient castle.

At this time, in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun casts on the ancient buildings, reflecting the hazy colors. The lush gardens are beautifully manicured, obviously well-designed, and the castle is covered with a large expanse of brilliant tulips, like the shattered shadows of Faethon driving a sun chariot, which is dazzlingly beautiful.

However, at the moment, it seems that she is the only one enjoying the beauty here. Sherlock walked to the side expressionlessly, barely speaking along the way, except silently helping her hand the suitcase to the servant.

"Hey, cheer up."

Song Yiqiao teasingly patted him on the shoulder, but received a cold glance and couldn't help but withdraw his hand.

A few days ago, the Chinese restaurant downstairs had a big stomach challenge, she happened to go out hungry, thinking that the food was not too much, and she happened to be able to eat a bully meal, so she silently followed behind and registered.

Who would have expected that by mistake, she would win the first place.

Song Yiqiao swears she really didn't eat much! Swear by the amount of food she eats!

Two tickets for a one-day and one-night tour of the castle are a gift from the champion. Of course, there are not only two tickets, but after the bold boss learned that she was Chinese, he waved his hand and directly gave a coupon that could not be used up for a year, which made Song Yiqiao smile.

She ran back to excitedly explain to Sherlock, who didn't seem interested.

Song Yiqiao deliberately said: "Then I'll go to Jack, it's a pity to waste a ticket." ”

"Whatever you want."

Mr. Holmes looked at the latest research report and replied without raising his head.

"Okay, then I won't bother you, and don't forget to like me on Facebook when the time comes. It just so happened that Jack could take a few more pictures for me. ”

Sherlock flipped through the book for a moment.

“……”

Her voice was very pleasant, and she went upstairs without the slightest embarrassment of rejection.

The next day, Song Yiqiao was startled as soon as he opened the door. The man standing at the door was holding a suitcase in one hand and stared at her with a frown: "Are women habitually late?" ”

"The alarm clock didn't go off......"

Song Yiqiao awkwardly avoided her gaze, but a subtle excitement rose in her heart, making her tone soften unconsciously, forgetting to question a detective's duplicity.

"Let's go."

Sherlock naturally took her suitcase and walked in front, leaving Song Yiqiao with a long and tall back.

Fortunately, he exercises all year round, and his body is not comparable to ordinary people, and his face does not change when he carries two heavy boxes, and even his breath is not disturbed in the slightest.

"You ordered the car in advance?"

"Hmm."

Sherlock was well aware of her reckless habits, and had already arranged a qiē in advance. The two of them sat in the taxi and finally arrived at the place where the castle was located in time.

Although, cough, he didn't look happy.

Song Yiqiao glanced at Sherlock secretly, and was caught, she blushed and coughed dryly.

"See you then, dinner."

Speaking of which, the two of them have established a relationship, but there has been no more progress for so long, more like a "partner" mode of getting along, except for occasionally strolling on the street together, going to dinner, and talking about case issues, there is no way to find a couple at all.

Even Watson asks Sherlock if something is wrong with him.

Song Yiqiao could understand his character, but she was still a little lost in her heart, she pursed her lips, and attributed the reason to Sherlock was indeed physically defective, and her heart was much more comfortable.

……

The dinner at the castle was sumptuous and the long tables were filled with tempting food that looked mouth-watering. Candles replace artificial incandescent lamps, reflecting the hazy night, which has a special taste.

There were not only the two of them, but also six or seven couples or families, and there was a child who was not very skilled in using knives and forks, and accidentally made a stabbing sound on the porcelain white plate, and his mother quickly apologized. Perhaps because of the excitement, there was a whispering all the time, which ruined the otherwise peaceful dinner atmosphere.

Song Yiqiao ate a bite of fragrant and soft chicken, his eyes were shining, and he was eating to his heart's content, when he suddenly found that the two beautiful daughters of the elderly couple opposite were looking at Sherlock lightly, and he didn't know what to say, he laughed and trembled, and his white teeth were shining in the candlelight.

Very nasty.

Very, very, very nasty.

The good mood was stirred up, and inexplicable discomfort rose from the chest. Song Yiqiao couldn't tell what it felt, it was like a soil dog that had been raised by his family for many years, and he finally recognized the master, but someone else tried to take it away.

Sherlock wouldn't pay attention to the two women at all, but there was still something unpleasant in his heart.

Probably because ......

A handkerchief suddenly appeared in sight, wiping the jam from her lips, and then, an unsympathetic taunt rang in her ears.

"You can eat in a daze, Song Yiqiao, you really have the ability."

“……”

Song Yiqiao's face turned red.

Why doesn't he play according to the routine! Sherlock, he, could definitely see that he was angry!

Seeing this, the two daughters on the opposite side retracted their gaze playfully and continued with dinner.

The next day, I had to get up early to watch the sunrise, and there were no entertainment facilities in the castle, so I decided to rest early. Everyone returned to their rooms one after another, and Song Yiqiao pretended to be casual and said goodnight to Sherlock, and entered the room under the eyes of the other party.

Lying on the bed, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound outside the door.

Song Yiqiao's room was arranged at the first of the corridors, and the corner was the staircase, and her mind appeared with the eerie appearance of the ghost castle, the weeping woman, and the unjust soul left by the Middle Ages...... In an instant, a dense layer of goosebumps appeared on his body.

The sound lingered faintly in her ears, and she couldn't sleep more and more, so she simply rolled over and sat up, pushed the door open, and sneaked to the place where the stairs were.

The corridors of the castle were gloomy, and the moonlight emitted a miserable white light, shining on the rows of oil paintings on the walls, and the original solemn portraits were a little terrifying at this time, and the dark eyes seemed to be watching her every move.

Rao is Song Yiqiao is bold, and he was also made creepy by this atmosphere.

The voice seemed to be getting louder and louder, like the mournful cry of a woman who had been suppressed for a long time, Song Yiqiao held on to the cold wall with one hand, and cautiously poked his head out, his heart was beating faster and faster, and he was about to jump out of his throat-

Then, she couldn't help but be embarrassed.

tf？！

I saw a man and a woman standing in the middle of the stairs, their clothes disheveled, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but the tangled bodies and the uncontrollable sound of the woman breaking explained a problem.

Song Yiqiao has never seen pork or pig running, but he has also read countless films back then (mistakenly), how can he not know what these two people are doing. Her ears were red and she was about to take a step back when her eyes were suddenly covered by a hand.

Cold fingers covered her eyes, and if it weren't for the familiar breath, Song Yiqiao almost turned around and knocked the other party to the ground.

Her back was pressed against her firm chest, and she could feel her body temperature through the fabric. She blinked uncomfortably, her fluttering eyelashes brushing Sherlock's hand like a butterfly caught in childhood, a fine itch that seemed to scratch at his heart.

Sherlock's body stiffened slightly.

Song Yiqiao usually looks very strong, like a little tiger with teeth and claws. But with the average height of Europe and the United States, her height of 1.65 meters is completely submerged in the sea of people, not to mention her light weight. He half-hugged the person in his arms, and he could clearly feel Song Yiqiao's soft skin and the fragrance of milk shower gel, obviously very nervous, she still stood upright strongly, and didn't say a word of softness, so stubborn that she was even a little cute.

…… In some ways, the two of them are surprisingly alike.

Sherlock didn't even notice how soft his eyes were when he looked at Song Yiqiao, and he leaned down slightly, leaning over her small ear, his voice as low as the tide of the sea.

"Don't look, go back."

In the middle of the night, the ambiguous sound of men and women continued. Song Yiqiao couldn't see anything, Sherlock's low voice came into her ears, driving the warm breath that blew by, and she was so nervous that her hands were about to tremble, and her white neck swelled crimson.

Fortunately, the night was dark, so her embarrassment was well concealed.

"Sherlock." She removed the other's hand and whispered, "You come here, I have something to say to you." ”

Sherlock bowed his head.

The soft lips pressed coldly against his lips, trembling slightly, and a sweet kiss was printed like a child. All the wordless, shy, unspeakable likes are drowned in a simple kiss.

Song Yiqiao didn't wait for him to react, and ended the kiss like a dragonfly, and hurriedly said with a blushing face: "This is the table that rewarded you at dinner." ”

She trotted into the door, not forgetting to close it tightly.

In the darkness, the thin figure of the man stood in place for a long time, and before he could react, he touched his thin lips sluggishly. The fingertips touched the lips, and there was still a soft touch on them.

……

In order to see the sunrise, everyone got up early, and Song Yiqiao finished cleaning up and followed the housekeeper to the top of the tower. Along the way, neither she nor Sherlock mentioned last night's incident, and Song Yiqiao silently breathed a sigh of relief.

From here, you can see the forest and the blue lake in the same place, and the cold blue sky is still a little dim.

The housekeeper's time is pinched very accurately.

They stood for only a few minutes, when suddenly a splendid scene lit up on the horizon, and the sky was dyed a magnificent crimson like a burning cloud, and even the shy cheeks of the girl could not compare with the dazzling beauty of the moment.

Song Yiqiao was shocked by the scenery in front of him to tears.

She couldn't help but tug at Sherlock's sleeve, but she didn't notice that the man next to her was looking intently at her sparkling eyes, as if for a moment all the scenery came alive because of her vivid expression.

"Joe."

"Huh?"

Song Yiqiao turned his head in confusion, and the aftermath disappeared between his cold lips.

Halfway, Sherlock left her lips as if nothing had happened, admiring the sunrise as before. Song Yiqiao was not calm.

"What do you do?" She asked, dumbfounded.

"Claim your reward."

“……”

Song Yiqiao's face was red and his ears were red.

——End of the extra——