One of the life lessons is never to compromise with people who have no sense of morality. Take a step back and there will be the next step, and sooner or later there will be a cliff behind you!

Fu Zhao adheres to the villain principle of "what's yours is mine", and in the next few minutes, he borrowed a comb, a clean towel, a coral velvet nighthat, and a few pieces of white paper that he didn't know what to do......

The masculinity of a curly head is between that of a young man and a teenager, and his round eyes are peeled into the door frame to probe his brain.

Sherlock silently stared at his two dark circles for a moment, then quickly tore a few pages from his notebook and threw them into his arms with everything he wanted!

Fu Zhao held the nightcap and took a comb in his mouth and took half a step back under inertia, and before he could react, the bedroom door was completely slammed shut!

…… This home is finally as quiet as ever.

Sherlock enjoyed a moment of clarity in his ears, turned to sit at the end of the bed with his hands on his knees, and after a few deep breaths, he suddenly realized that there was something too quiet outside.

What is Fu Zhao doing? Isn't it usually difficult for him to sit honestly for a minute?

Sherlock put the alcohol bottle from the bedside table into the medicine box, closed the lid and walked out of the room.

The TV was still on in the living room as far as the eye could see, but the coffee table was cleaned up, the kitchen counter in the open kitchen not far away had not even been scratched with fingerprints, and all the food was completely destroyed......

Sherlock put one hand in the pocket of his suit pants and spun around, thinking that Fu Zhao should take a shower, leisurely went to the sofa to retrieve the laptop, opened it and logged on to the security bureau system to see if there were any cases that needed to be solved urgently.

There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom, not at all like the feeling of coming out of the shower, nor like the sound of taking a shower.

"If you break something, it's from your paycheck." Sherlock said lightly, putting his laptop on his lap and staring at the screen, but after a while, he didn't hear him answer.

Slipping and getting dizzy? If you happen to faint in the bathtub and get your trachea blocked by water, you may be able to get your trachea blocked!

Sherlock instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and followed the shallow sound of the water to the bathroom and pulled the door open.

The room was filled with fog and the lights were warm yellow, Fu Zhao was lying in the bathtub with a white towel on his face, and his right hand hanging outside held a can of beer, which flowed on the ground and made a sound when the can was tilted.

…… Not dead, just asleep.

"Huh?" Fu Zhao woke up feeling the cold air outside, ripped off the towel covering his facial features, and vigilantly tried to jump out of the bathtub when he saw the person at the door, "Scared me, I thought it was Gin Boss coming back......"

Half of his lean chest was exposed on the surface of the water, and the warm water flowed slowly down his shoulders in wisps......

Fu Zhao propped up on the edge of the bathtub, and his heart palpitated.

It stands to reason that he should scream when someone breaks into the door in the middle of the shower, and in fact he will scream in this situation before.

At that time, it was usually Gin, who was so enraged by Wuliangye that he lost his mind, and after opening the door, he pulled out his gun and shot at the bathroom without saying a word.

However, Sherlock apparently has no penchant for violence, but is rather speechless about the few boats floating in the bathtub.

…… It turns out that he asked for paper to fold this?!

"You'd better wash it quickly." Sherlock narrowed his pupils and swept over his half-naked upper body, and suddenly felt weak, turned and closed the bathroom door casually.

Fu Zhao straightened the beer can with an inexplicable expression, sniffed the aroma of barley spread by the steam, and suddenly felt that this world that would not be hunted down was also very good.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Sherlock woke up on time and pressed the alarm clock before the bell rang, with mechanical precision.

The man who sat up from the middle of the double bed lifted his pajamas and glanced at his left shoulder as he got out of bed, and the wound showed obvious signs of healing.

Being in this world is not affected by the passage of time, and the added benefit is that the physique is significantly strengthened. For Sherlock, every day is a repetition, the difference is only that the cases that occur on that day are different.

No, he hadn't been exposed to any cases today, but he had already felt an almost earth-shaking change.

The room opposite the master bedroom was converted into a study, and Sherlock pushed open the hidden door, stepping on something soft as he took a step.

A coral velvet nightcap.

He bent down to pick up his nightcap, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Zhao who was not far away with his hands raised above his head in a surrender posture, and the mat under him had been torn and crumpled, and he really didn't look very good.

The original owner of the pajamas was thin, but it was not slender in terms of the skeleton of Westerners, so it was still slightly larger on Fu Zhao's body, and when the hem of the clothes was rolled up, a section of the waist and abdomen was exposed, and it rose and fell shallowly with breathing.

"Shh......h The last person who woke me up was as tall as a soldier in the grave. Fu Zhao opened half of his eyes when he heard the footsteps, and turned over and muttered meaninglessly, obviously not sober, "The evil villains who destroy the miè world never get up on time......"

Sherlock was hesitating whether to throw it away while holding his nightcap, when he heard a dream-like speech and turned away decisively.

Normally, he should have packed up at this time and went to the headquarters building to deal with the case, but the habit of laziness is easily contagious, and when he saw Fu Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, he thought for a moment and decisively returned to bed to continue to rest.

The members of the mission team worked irregular hours, and Sherlock reported to headquarters every day only to work overtime on a voluntary basis.

Solving puzzles was also a form of entertainment for him, and tobacco and cocoa were needed in the old world. Caine excites the brain, but it doesn't work at all once here.

The endless number of crimes alone was enough to keep Sherlock excited.

But...... Since he has been working hard for so long, it is okay to rest once in a while, and besides, he is still recuperating from his injuries.

Didn't the doctor also say that years of high-intensity thinking can make the mind tired?

Sherlock pulled on the covers and lay down, closing her eyes and falling back asleep.

……

"--Z-la!"

Fu Zhao stood barefoot in the kitchen, skillfully knocking open the raw egg with one hand and falling into the oil pan, and the egg whites on the edge did not take long to fry a circle of brown.

Fu Zhao pinched a pinch of pepper and salt and sprinkled it on it, turned the fried egg over the pan, and caught a glimpse of an extra person at the other end of the room, shaking the spatula and greeting: "Good afternoon!" Thank you very much for your hospitality, but there is nothing to eat in the fridge, so I bought some of my own, you should not be afraid of it. ”

Sherlock didn't answer, leaning against the wall with his not-so-sober head, and swept the wall clock in the living room with a little surprise: "It's two o'clock?" ”

Actually...... Sleep that long?

His eyes fell on the shopping bag on the dining table, and his brain quickly cleared up in thought.

The nearest supermarket is a 10-minute walk away, counting the time it takes to go back and forth and buy all these things...... Sherlock quickly sketched a roadmap in his mind, and Fu Zhao should wake up about an hour before him.

"But you don't have a lot of kitchenware at home, so I have to make some random food, and buy fast food from the supermarket." Fu Zhao pulled the omelette chop into the plate, and when he re-poured the oil, he found that he looked wrong, "What's wrong?" ”

Sherlock watched his skillful movements, mockingly brushing his obstructive hair back to reveal his forehead: "Disrupt my private life as you should, can you do anything to make me more angry?" ”

Wuliangye really lived up to his expectations, and pointed to the ID card that was turned out on the shelf at the door, "I bought it with your money." ”