33. The Goldfish of London 32

"Oh, Jasmine." Sherlock glanced up at him and said a casual greeting, then lowered his head.

Jasmine Cooper pursed her lower lip and smiled a little crampedly at Erin, "Jasmine, Jasmine Cooper, you can just call me Jasmine." Well, are you here with Sherlock? It's nothing, mainly I'm a little surprised, Sherlock used to be alone. She stopped talking under Erin's gaze and smiled shyly, "Uh, hello. ā€

"What did you get out this morning?" Sherlock slashed neatly from the shoulder, drew a Y-shape on the corpse, and asked Erin, who was about to answer Jasmine's question, Erin smiled at Jasmine and said, "You can call me Irene", then lowered his head to look at the slashed corpse, and answered Sherlock's question by the way: "The new information I got was all after they were killed, are you sure you want to know?" ā€

Sherlock pursed his lips: "It's already lacking in excitement, and now you don't need to make it worse, see?" ā€

Erin looked closer: "Well, there are still bubbles in the capillaries, and there is also a problem with the clotting state of the blood, which obviously does not meet the symptoms of a natural heart attack." ā€

"To be precise, he was shocked, and I have to say that the murderer this time is very smart, smarter than the average person." Sherlock said excitedly, "Now give me the rib opener." ā€

Jasmine looked at the tacit understanding between the two of them, and the atmosphere of the two of them that could not be intervened by others at all, and she wanted to comfort herself that the two of them were just ordinary friends, and she felt very far-fetched. Jasmine, who had never said what she liked, quietly left the morgue full of loss.

Before she opened the door and left, Erin looked up at her, and then down at the unconscious Sherlock, who was waiting for Erin to hand him the rib opener, even though it was within his reach. He waited for a moment, and without waiting for the weight of his palm to change, he emphasized: "Rib opener, or give me a saw." ā€

Erin put the rib opener in his hand, and at this moment Jasmine happened to pass by the window of the morgue, as if she was looking in involuntarily, and Erin didn't even notice it, and before Sherlock looked up, Jasmine hurried away as if she had come to her senses.

At this point, Erin was completely sure that the medical examiner's lady also liked Sherlock.

After they took Albert Hawke's heart, along with the pacemaker implanted in his body, to continue research, or to verify their thoughts, the murderer used the pacemaker implanted in Albert Hawke's body to kill him, and tried to create the illusion that Albert Hawke had a natural heart attack. If it hadn't been for the two of them, the murderer would have succeeded, after all, Albert Hawke had a history of heart disease, and it makes perfect sense to say that he had a heart attack, and who would have thought that the pacemaker that was originally used to save lives would become a murder weapon - and then they did verify that as long as they got the certification number of the pacemaker, they could hack and then do whatever they wanted to the heart, such as giving it a lethal electrical attack.

"Do you remember that gentleman who was very involved in the play mentioned that it was the family doctor of the Hawke family who drew his blood when he did the paternity test? I think that since Albert Hawke will involve this family doctor, it means that he is trusted, do you think he will be trusted enough to know the certification number of his employer's pacemaker? Sherlock reasoned quickly, and at the same time took off the rubber gloves he was wearing on his hands, and without waiting for Erin to answer immediately, he was not in a hurry to take off the gloves and looked up at her, and said a little dissatisfied: "You have wanted to talk from before, is there any problem that I should know?" ā€

"Do you know I like you too?" Erin's words, which had been lingering on her lips, were finally spoken, and her hand on the real table clenched the corner of the table as her mood fluctuated, but her eyes stared at Sherlock for a moment.

"Uh, oh, so you know I like you. Oh yes, I like you, you like me, it's good, it's very good. Sherlock's speed of speech, which was unmatched when he spoke reasoning, had abandoned Sherlock, and so did his incomparably quick mind, and he spoke incoherently. His Adam's apple slid and the rubber gloves he was about to take off were put back on and taken off again.

Erin, who was also overwhelmed by his confession, was not much better, the flush began to spread from her face to her ears, and her brain also had a tendency to stop functioning, so that she didn't realize that Sherlock's answer was not connected to her confession at all, until a loud "snap" sounded, as if the switch was pressed to bring them back to their senses.

It's the gradual return of reason.

Sherlock licked his plump lips, his eyes drifting to Erin's face, "You broke off the corners of the real table?" ā€

Erin looked at the corner of the table she held in her hand, and stupidly pressed the corner of the table against the table, and after pressing it twice, she finally realized how stupid what she had just done, and she groaned in frustration, "So, what do we do now?" Do you want to get a new real table? ā€

"Nobody cares, it's not this that we should care about now, then, now we're fine, really," Sherlock thought of the new couple who kissed together passionately after a successful confession in the restaurant yesterday, he no longer looked left and right, but fell on Irene's face, her face shape was perfect, and the gold cut point was also reflected in her, which was undoubtedly very in line with the public's aesthetic point, her lips were not like his lips were always dry due to lack of water, hers was light pink, and looked moist. Sherlock licked his lips again, "So, next we-"

Erin, who stuffed the corner of the table that she had broken off and put it on the real yĆ n table, said with sparkling eyes: "It's boyfriend and girlfriend?" ā€

The second half of Sherlock's sentence also came out: "Do you want to kiss?" ā€

Erin was stunned and repeated: "Kissing? ā€

Sherlock also felt that he had done something stupid, and that he should not have referred to the pattern that stupid goldfish would have at this time, and yesterday's one may not have been representative at all: "Oh, boyfriend and girlfriend, oh, of course. Ignore what I say, really. ā€

Erin was a little confused and said, "Well, we actually kissed." ā€

This time it was Sherlock's turn to be stunned: "When?" Did I kiss you last night in addition to saying I liked you? ā€

Another incident happened that didn't go straight to the line, and finally began to cool down Erin, who was blushing into an apple, and she wrung her eyebrows and said suspiciously, "You didn't say it." ā€

Sherlock too, he gets to the point: "Then why did you use 'also' when you said you liked me?" ā€

The two of them looked at each other, fine, I don't know what went wrong, let them be in a misunderstanding, but it's a beautiful misunderstanding, Erin hesitated and said, "I-" Her unfinished words were all strided, and the imposing Sherlock held her face was swallowed back, and then she felt the extra soft touch on her lips, and at the same time, it seemed that a small electric current spread out from the place where they met, and she couldn't help but stick out the tip of her tongue to lick, which made the kiss that was originally just lip contact become intense.

Erin, who had been leaning against the real yĆ n table, now leaned up to meet Sherlock, her hands grabbing his shoulders at some point, and the heat from each other's breath and close proximity mixed together, moving through her body like a rushing electric current. Their tongues were intertwined, and their teeth sometimes bumped because of the greenness, but no one cared, and the uncontrollable kiss did not subside until they were out of breath.

Erin was now completely leaning on Sherlock, and had to hug his neck tightly to prevent her legs from falling, her lips becoming more rosy and slightly open, and her face flushed with lack of oxygen and excitement.

Sherlock wasn't much better, he lost his mind and muttered unconsciously, "...... God, I felt a lot of dopamine being released from my thalamus. ā€

Erin heard this clearly, she couldn't help but bury her face in Sherlock's shoulder, and said angrily, "This is completely different from the kiss I know, I said that we kissed last night, and compared to this, it is really just ordinary lip contact." ā€

Sherlock suddenly let out a loud "oh" as if he suddenly realized, he pushed Erin away, pressed his hand on her shoulder, his beautiful pupils were full of the other party's cheeks flushed, and the sparkling appearance in his eyes, he paused, but still said what he had figured out: "I said that I can't lose any memory, even when I'm half-asleep, oh, I haven't tried to get drunk yet, but I think even if alcohol numbs the central nervous system, the human subconscious will still record what happened." Anyway, what I want to say is that the elimination is the cause of my brain malfunction, and that is an external factor, and no one else should do it, but you, what did you do to my memory in order to cover up that we were carelessly, of course, accidentally kissing, am I right-"

Erin leaned in and kissed him on the lips like a dragonfly, then her lips rubbed against his cheek naturally, and then retreated to the original distance, "Well, that was pretty much the case. ā€

"Oh, oh, it's really different." Sherlock said dryly.

Erin looked down at Sherlock's shirt buttons and called him, "Sherlock? ā€

"Huh?"

Erin hesitated before she said, "Do you think it's good for us to have a conversation like this?" ā€

Sherlock remembered the conversation between the new couple in the restaurant who was so brainless that he rolled his eyes after a passionate kiss, and he still wondered why he hadn't deleted it, but it was too late to delete it now, and then he said to Erin categorically: "It's good, don't you think it's good?" While I'm still in a state of extreme excitement, I've solved the case of the murdered Philip Hawke! ā€