Mrs. Hudson's voice "woke up" Sherlock, who was immersed in his own interpretation of the world, and he casually let go of the hand holding Erin, sat down on the single sofa, and raised his chin at Erin in a condescending manner, signaling that she could answer her own question.

Erin looked down and sniffed her fingertips, and sure enough, she smelled a faint smell, and then remembered that what she had smelled in McCroft's office at the time was indeed the same smell. Looking up at Sherlock's plain gaze, she replied, "Yes, [the curse] cannot be lifted, yes, I didn't agree, and I didn't think it would be worthwhile, so I treated him, mainly because of his hairline." About this, it was because I asked his secretary, Anthea. ”

Sherlock's mind was more jumpy and agile, and he said flatly, "You can't cure him." ”

Erin didn't understand: "Why? Didn't I really do what I liked? ”

"You have," but then he had one less stalk to mock the fat man, and Sherlock didn't say it, but he quickly found a good reason, "I'm afraid that all your hard work has been in vain, and you know, although McCroft claims that he is only a small member of the British government, he is actually the British government, and when he is not busy with the British intelligence agency or running away to the CIA." He doesn't even go to the hospital when he's sick, but has a special, heavily monitored doctor to see him. So 99 percent of the prescription you give him will be shelved. As for the remaining one percent, when the fat man is bald enough to have to wear a wig to cover it, he may take it out and consider it. ”

Sherlock's words reminded Irene of the emperor who had a special eunuch for tasting during meals, and she felt that Mycroft did not seem to be such a cautious person, but since Sherlock had said so as McCroft's younger brother, she was skeptical.

Erin took off her scarf and hung it up, and walked over to sit on the couch opposite Sherlock, "It's his business whether he eats or not, but since I promised, I can't break my promise." But speaking of Mycroft, you really misled me, he is not fat, on the contrary, he looks very temperamental, the kind of temperament that a wise elder would have. ”

Sherlock was not very pleased to hear Erin Praise Mycrof, and he said in a bored tone: "Don't be fooled by his hypocritical politician, if it weren't for the fact that you have the ability that he doesn't know the depths of, do you think you would still be sitting here now?" Forget it, this matter is not particularly important, now come and tell me, what ability did you use to make Anthea comply? She's McCroft's secretary, so she won't be talked about so casually. ”

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, that's boring."

"I think I get it."

Silence, Sherlock should have forgotten about it, but this time he thought about it, glanced at Erin, and hesitated in a rare way before speaking: "Erin, um... I think I should sue you that I'm married to work, and as flattered as I am, I really don't want to find a girlfriend. ”

"I know." Erin didn't understand why Sherlock said that, in her mind because of her preconceptions, she decided that Sherlock was gay, no, now to change, Sherlock said that he was not interested in boyfriend/girlfriend, it was probably asexual. Erin thought for a moment and felt that Sherlock thought she would discriminate against this sexual orientation, so she quickly explained, "Don't worry, I don't discriminate against any sexual orientation, and there are people who marry his cat." ”

Sherlock was also a little mismatched, and he muttered, "Then why did you ask me if I had a boyfriend?" ”

"Huh? Aren't you asking me how I got Anthea to comply? I'll show you this, and then I'll find that my ability is less effective for people with stronger willpower. After Erin finished speaking, she looked at Sherlock who was frowning, and suddenly realized, "I don't think we seem to be talking about the same topic, I should have talked to you in advance, but if you say it in advance, you will be prepared." ”

"The donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth." Sherlock said a word in Chinese coldly, although it still had a somewhat awkward tone, but it sounded very standard, for a foreigner.

Erin suddenly heard the familiar language, and when she spoke again, it changed to Chinese: "Can you speak Chinese?" There is also an idiom, and you use the right context. ”

Sherlock succeeded in changing the subject, he held his hand to his chin and resumed his arbitrary posture: "Occasionally memorized a few sentences in a Chinese restaurant, and I am learning, I have not been exposed to Chinese-related languages before, and considering the history and changes of this language, as well as regional issues, if I want to fully learn this language, it will take me at least five and a half days, at most a week." ”

Erin burst out laughing.

"How?" Sherlock gave her a fluttering look, as if displeased with her apparently disbelieving attitude.

"I just suddenly remembered that it is very appropriate to use an idiom to describe your brother."

"What?"

"[Brilliant and clever]," Erin explained the pun in English, and glanced at Sherlock's woolly curls, which still had thick bangs and didn't seem to be in a hurry. But think of Mycroft, they are brothers, according to genetics and hairline tragedy is a national problem in England, then Sherlock is likely to be troubled by hairline problems in the future.

"Hmm-" Erin was interrupted by Sherlock, who had seen through her, as soon as she opened her mouth, "Mycroft is adopted!" He said this very justly.

-- Even if the British government was not there, it was not less than an arrow in the knee, and this was really an accident in which the hearer was sad and the listener shed tears.

With all kinds of legal documents generously provided by the British government, Erin can be regarded as living in London's Baker Street in the real sense.

In the following week, 221B was filled with a strong learning atmosphere.

Under the kind reminder of Erin, a native Chinese, the consulting detective deeply understood that Chinese is a broad and profound language, and it is so profound and subtle that it is fascinating; Then there are Erin who are proficient in areas that he is not proficient in, and there are many "technical terms" that cannot be explained in English; I also have to thank someone who signed "M.H" for the "encouragement" text message; Together, these factors make Sherlock very motivated to learn Chinese.

At the same time, Erin is also learning deduction from Sherlock, although Sherlock is impatient at the beginning to "teach goldfish to learn to think is a joke", but he reluctantly admits in his heart that Erin is the smartest of the goldfish, although he is still a goldfish, so he reluctantly teaches it.

Erin also has her own knowledgeable approach, and overall, the 221B Baker Street Mutual Support Study Group has been very successful.

This also made Mrs. Hudson's misunderstanding deeper! After all, in the past week, Sherlock has not used the violin as a wooden base, has not used the wall as a target and shot at a gun, has not done anything dangerous in Mrs. Hudson's eyes, has not continued to put human heads, eyeballs, and other organs in the refrigerator, has not taken Mr. Skull to the street to scare people, etc. Even more pleased, 221B ushered in its cleanest period since being rented by Sherlock, and at the same time, the kitchen finally returned to its original role, being used by its owner to prepare three meals a day, and all of them were varied.

Mrs. Hudson naturally gave the credit to Erin, thinking that the Asian girl couldn't have been better than Sherlock's girlfriend. Not only can she control Sherlock, but she also does a good job of housework, and anyway, in Mrs. Hudson's mouth, Erin is praised as a flower.

Among them, the fog is very big!

Sherlock's brief dormancy was learning Chinese;

It's the paper man who keeps 221B clean and tidy;

The three meals are made by a ghost hired by Irene;

To put it plainly and bluntly, Erin, like Sherlock, is a living idiot, referred to as the Born White Clan. For Sherlock, he has a good national brother, and he himself is not very demanding in the living environment, after all, the body is only a channel for transporting energy; For Erin, her requirements for the living environment are higher than Sherlock's, but in her family, it is Ai Ye who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and female celebrity cooking, and she can even hire an imperial chef, so why bother with her stomach.

If Erin has done anything, it's that she's in charge of paying the "wages" of the ghosts she's hired.

In the meantime, one of Sherlock's doubts was resolved. The question is, why has the number of ghosts on Baker Street, especially 221B, changed dramatically? The answer is that they are afraid of Sherlock's lethality.

Ahem, ghosts are also afraid of noise, noise, and the only one in the world who consults detectives.

Mrs. Hudson, though overjoyed by Sherlock's "reform," was somewhat uncomfortable. Also uncomfortable with such a quiet Sherlock is Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard. During the week, Sherlock didn't break into the scene of the crime he took over, and it was not normal to help solve the case.

At one point, Lestrade also had ideas such as "Sherlock won't be beaten up in a sack and thrown into the hospital by someone he taunted before."

Believe him, anyone who thinks like this in Scotland Yard can form a tour group.

Even Anderson, the guy who was ridiculed the most by Sherlock, suddenly said while chatting: "Why is there no news of that freak of Sherlock?" He can't be pushed into the Thames by someone to feed the fish, right? If that's the case, I'll regret it," the others squinted at him, and he added slowly, "and go home and open champagne to celebrate." ”

Flags can't be set up casually, and the day after Anderson finished making this statement, a package with a bow appeared on Donovan's desk early in the morning, and it is unknown who sneaked in to put it in last night, and the monitor did not see any trace.

Oh, if it was a gift, it wouldn't have attracted so much attention, it was really the small box that was oozing blood, and there was a note on it, indicating that it was for Sherlock Holmes.

Anderson looked around the gift box for a long time, touched his chin and said, "I don't think it's a bottle of champagne in it." ”

Donovan: "......"

Lestrade: "...... I called Sherlock. ”