In response to Sherlock's puzzled look, Erin instantly realized that she was now in an immodest attitude, that she was unaware of what Edward Harris was saying, and that Sherlock had done nothing wrong logically, and that this behavior was like she was messing with him.

Both in terms of love and behavior, Erin felt strange. She lowered her head to avoid Sherlock's gaze, tried her best to restrain the tumbling emotion, and said in a flat tone, "I'm sorry. ”

Sherlock was not satisfied with her attitude at all, he put his hand in the pocket of his coat, stared at her side face and asked, "What happened?" The fat man is looking for you? ”

Erin remembered the text message that Mycroft had sent her, and the love that had just been suppressed and tumbling began to bubble again, and she looked up at Sherlock and replied without staggering her gaze: "I took the initiative to find Mycroft, you know, because of the unnatural accident that happened to Albert Hawke before, I felt compelled to report it to him, given that I had promised him before." Speaking of which, you came to Scotland Yard again because of this case, right? What you did had Inspector Lestrade send out Mrs. Hudson to come to me in order to save your face. And what were you talking to Inspector Lestrade earlier, did you make a deal? ”

Erin's ability to change the subject is not superb, but Sherlock, who also has a little ninety-nine in his heart, was really distracted, he recalled the time period when the yellow finch released by Erin came into Lestrade's office, and during that time, Lestrade didn't mention anything that shouldn't be mentioned before he was a little relieved.

Thinking of this, Sherlock pouted and said, "You've also seen the professional knowledge of Scotland Yard, how long do you think it will take for them to completely sort out that case?" Let's go, I already have a rough idea of how the killer murdered Albert Hawke and made him look like he had a heart attack. ”

Erin also quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, because there was a case to distract her attention, she was much more comfortable than before, and followed Sherlock's footsteps and put forward her own thoughts: "What does it have to do with the slightly harsh sound we heard earlier?" ”

"That's right, I've already asked Lestrade to agree to have me do the autopsy. You should be glad that Scotland Yard will be busy for the next few days, and the cases we have given them are enough to keep them busy, including one that involves the murder of an undercover police officer, and they are not so concerned about the case where the murderer has died with the victim, and no one else will find out what is unnatural in it. Sherlock said this with his usual sarcastic tone, and of course it would have been more perfect if he hadn't tilted his head to the other side to keep Erin from noticing the unnaturalness of his expression.

That's it, the consulting detective added a little bit of a cover-up, "Oh, and even if it's not, you can't expect them to really find anything." Their little heads were empty, and God knows what's inside. ”

And Irene, who had a special understanding of the meaning of Sherlock's words, had been brought to the picturesque shore by the tide of joy, and the more she thought about Sherlock's intentions, the more she couldn't help but smile, and laughed and felt a little silly, so she buried her face in the orange-red scarf.

Sherlock waited for a moment without waiting for Erin's reply, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at her, even through the scarf, he could see through her expression, and he suddenly raised his voice: "What are you smirking at?" ”

Erin flattened the corners of her mouth that were unconsciously raised, and raised her head to defend herself seriously: "I didn't. ”

Sherlock looked away from her and said, "You'd better not, because it's all your presumptuousness, and I'll have to waste time and energy to clean up the mess for you, so tomorrow your task will be heavy, and you'd better be prepared." ”

"Did I say anything?" Erin pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Isn't it natural for the boss to clean up the mess for the assistant?" ”

Sherlock let out a soft snort from his nose, as sarcastic and annoyingly cute as ever, well, at least to Erin's opinion. Now that she had finally regained her feelings, the yellow finch made of paper birds flew beside her, and when she saw it, she asked Sherlock, "So, does the painting of "Holy Martyrdom" still need to go through the procedure before it can be returned to the Astor Museum?" ”

"Programs, boring programs." Sherlock wasn't one who cared about this so-called procedure, he thought about it and said disapprerovingly, "She's been waiting for a year anyway, and it's not too late." ”

Erin blinked her eyes, realizing that the "she" in Sherlock's words referred to Yun Niang, and then thinking of what she saw in Albert Hawke's study, the painting soul of "Holy Martyrdom", "Hmm", and said with a subtle expression: "The painting soul of "Holy Martyr" is really impressionistic like the ontology. ”

"Impressionism? I don't have a concept. Oh, I see, you're calling him ugly. Sherlock didn't have much to do with art, or he had dabbled in it, but it was all deleted by his useless information, but this did not prevent him from distinguishing the difference between a real oil painting and a lithograph, which was not art, so he saw at a glance that there was something wrong with the painting outside the painting, and found substantial evidence that Albert Hawke was a 'knight', and at the same time saw the original appearance of Van Gogh's "Holy Martyr", fortunately, it has not been deleted yet.

Erin didn't admit it: "No, I'm saying he's impressionistic." ”

Sherlock squinted at her, "When did you know a lot about Impressionism?" ”

Erin thought for a moment and replied, "Just now." She couldn't help but laugh herself, and Sherlock turned her head and laughed along. The two of them pressed the road without saying a word, and when they reached the main driveway, Sherlock asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Hmm." Erin added casually, "Um, by the way, I also send a sincere thank you to the enthusiastic people who caused the breakfast delivery today. ”

"Are you sleeping stupid?"

"Maybe." Erin now thinks that she would have texted to ask Mycroft at the time, and it really didn't seem that wise. After all, if you think about her father's appearance when he knew that she liked Sherlock, and put Aiye and McCroft on an equal note, you can understand Mycroft's feelings when he found out about it.

Think of the text message McCroft sent back to her, 'My brother has the mind of a scientist or a philosopher, and he chooses to be a detective, who can deduce and reason about his mind?' You've known him for almost ten days, what do you think? --MH', Erin's understanding at the time was that Mycroft thought Sherlock was unique, that no one would follow him, and that her attention was still on the time he mentioned, and that she and Sherlock really hadn't known each other for long.

Perhaps the feelings she had for him really had the fledgling effect and drawbridge effect that Ai Ye said, after all, she had come to another completely unfamiliar realm, or even another parallel universe, and the only friend she made here was Sherlock.

So it bothered her, but now she didn't, she loved being with Sherlock and wanted to be with him all the time.

"Go to the restaurant on Northumber Street, there's a video store down that street." Sherlock casually talked to Erin as he stretched out his hand to beckon Taxi.

Erin was pulled back from her thoughts by his voice, and she answered after a slow half-beat: "Do you mean the restaurant we went to the first day we met?" The owner of the restaurant is called Angelo, I remember correctly. ”

"Perhaps." Sherlock replied with the word in a bored tone, and as soon as he got into the cab, he pulled out his phone and pressed it on the keyboard to Erin's dazzle, and to her, he was more like ravaging his phone keyboard. Hmm, did something just happen?

Comrade Xiao Ai still couldn't quite understand how the only consulting detective in the world became angry, but she was soon "enlightened"-

Angelo, the enthusiastic restaurant owner, remembers Erin, too, after all, it was Sherlock's older virgin girl on his first date, and he coaxed people back to live together on the first date, so it's no wonder that Angelo is not impressed. He smiled and asked, "Are you two dating?" Are you planning to go to the cinema later? If yes, I can recommend a few movies to you guys. "He said this mainly to Sherlock, that is, he didn't plan to listen to him now, so he must have such a plan, Sherlock!

Sherlock squeezed out a crumpled smirk.

Erin was woken up by Angelo's words, and she suddenly remembered the reason why Sherlock was talking about the video store, and looked at Sherlock and said, "Well, we're going to see a movie." ”

Sherlock walked up from his empty seat and snorted, "Did we say okay?" ”

Erin sighed: "It seems that there really isn't, so you're not interested in watching it with me?" ”

Sherlock justifiably gave himself an excuse: "You have to know that you're going to be using my computer." ”

Erin followed in his footsteps, laughing and arguing with him, "I can move my computer down from the third floor." ”

Sherlock seized on the loophole in her words to "attack" her: "You look at the second floor, according to the rental agreement, I have half of the right to use the living room. ”

"Half? But how do I feel more than half? "The living room on the second floor is basically occupied by his stuff, okay? Maybe it's not just the living room, it's the kitchen.

"It's good you know that." Sherlock stood beside his chosen position, took off his long black coat, and took off his blue scarf and sat down.

Erin nodded solemnly: "There doesn't seem to be a logical error in what you said. Glared at by Sherlock, she laughed, took off her gray wool coat, took off the orange-red scarf she was wearing, and sat down where Sherlock pointed to her. From their vantage point, they can see the whole restaurant, and it's easy for others to overlook their table.

Only at the beginning got a crumpled smirk and an answer, and then Angelo, who was ignored: "......" felt that he didn't need to worry about it anymore, and the progress was simply gratifying, for Sherlock, a guy with negative EQ.

Angelo was very happy for Sherlock, and decided to bring them a candle to add a romantic atmosphere, so that she would not be disliked this time. When she went to serve the candles, Angelo was still wondering if Sherlock, who was in love, would lose her IQ like ordinary people. He himself substituted the romantic movie he watched recently in his mind, in the movie, the male protagonist shed tears of sadness after breaking up with the heroine for the first time, and the male protagonist substituted Sherlock's face, and the boss instantly shuddered.

Angelo sent the candle over in fear, and when she got closer, she heard Sherlock's trademark, fast-talking subwoofer that could make people faint: "There are no calluses on the palms, and the skin is white and not rough, which means that he is not a physical laborer." The clothes are neat, but they are not famous brands, and the color under the collar is significantly darker, indicating that he has been wearing clothes for at least two years. is reluctant to change into new clothes, but will choose to come to this restaurant that is obviously not at a price he can afford, for what? Apparently for the sake of so-called decency. Looking at his guests again, oh, it's funny, his wife finally can't stand his high self-esteem and inaction and wants to leave him, and he can't accept the fact that he is the outcast, what a pathetic man. ”

Angelo subconsciously glanced at the table of guests that Sherlock said, and the guest of the middle-aged man who was named and interpreted by Sherlock was another very ordinary man, how could it be involved with his wife. Angelo looked back to hear Sherlock continue, only to find that he had raised his chin at his girlfriend, was this a gesture for her to guess what was going on?

Then Angelo heard the pretty Asian lady say in a very Sherlock-like manner: "His clothes, though not brand-name, nor new, are clean and neat, and ironed very neatly, which is obviously what a lady can do." Of course, it could be his mother or sister, but given his age and his inaction and high self-esteem, his relationship with his family was not destined to be very harmonious, so it was more likely to be his wife. With his kind of character, only a wife who loves him wholeheartedly and has given birth to a child for him can endure him to such a point, but now as the child grows up, the wife has to think about the child, so she plans to leave him, which can be seen from the bruises and redness on his ring finger. He must have been so angry that he wanted to take off the wedding ring, and he pulled it off despite the fact that it was stuck on the knuckle. ”

Angelo: "......" He doesn't feel sorry for Sherlock's EQ now, he starts to feel twice as sorry for his IQ, and he can't stand this kind of 1+1>2 times the blow boss hurriedly puts down the candle, "You guys talk casually first." "Just don't scare his guests away, Angelo didn't say it strongly, he was afraid of being abrupt by these two people, so he decided to let the waiter greet them later.

Angelo turned around and left, and when he passed the table of the unlucky and miserable guest, he subconsciously paid attention to the ring finger of his left hand, which was really swollen like a turnip, what a hell!