Sherlock watched his girlfriend go shopping for food, took out his phone from his coat pocket, went online, and typed in the keyword "dating", he knew that the goldfish's dating methods were stupid and boring, but that didn't prevent him from understanding how stupid and boring they were, right?

Until he heard a series of gunshots.

At the first sound, Sherlock judged the location, which was the square where Irene said she was going to buy food. When this equation came to mind, Sherlock almost had his body to think about Cheng dù, and he ran towards the square without hesitation with his phone in his hand.

After four gunshots, the gunfire stopped.

But the tourists in the square were frightened, they were fleeing in all directions, and at this time, Sherlock, who was running towards the center of the chaos, became an anomaly, but now they really didn't have the heart to pay attention to an anomaly, and the corpse that fell to the ground was reminding them to flee for their lives!

Screams, moans, escapes, the sound of blood coming out of the body, the sound of the wind, all mingle to form this symphony of terror and fear.

Sherlock stood in the center of the chaos, his never-ending brain still involuntarily processing all the information received by his senses until he picked up a cell phone from the ground. Sherlock unconsciously unlocks the screen, and a couple on the screen sits side by side on the couch looking at the camera, their expressions stupid.

[Mrs. Hudson suddenly wants to take a picture of her two tenants, but she hasn't made an excuse yet, and one of the tenants lying on the couch, the only consulting detective in the world, lazily opens her eyes: "You made a bet with Mrs. Turner next door?] ”

Mrs. Hudson, who was poked, decisively pretended to be stupid: "I don't understand what you're saying." Seeing that this was not going through, the landlady decisively shifted the breakthrough to another tenant who was sitting behind the desk to check the information, "Irene, tell me about him, I just think that since you two have become boyfriend and girlfriend, you should have a group photo that can be placed in the bedroom." Look, there's not even a single photo here, who doesn't have a few photo frames, even my room still has a picture of my husband. ”

"Oh, I remember, your husband who was sentenced to death for two murders, you should." Sherlock pouted.

"Okay." Erin smiled and agreed.

"Nope." Sherlock glared at his girlfriend, who was not on the same side as him, and sternly refused. Erin got up from behind her desk and walked towards Sherlock, who refused to cooperate on the couch, and the landlady watched as Erin touched Sherlock's shoulder, and her male tenant, whom she loved and hated, twisted and moved his shoulder. His girlfriend tugged at his sleeve again, and the young man still pulled his sleeve open in a childish manner, and snorted heavily.

Mrs. Hudson suddenly felt that she didn't want to shoot.

Well, in the end, Erin hardlifted her boyfriend up from the couch, or the consulting detective half-pushed and half-sat up.

When the landlady took pictures, she pretended to be dizzy and didn't notice the little couple holding hands behind their backs. As a person who has come over, she just doesn't have the magical deduction like Sherlock, can she see it?

In the final photo, Erin is smiling brightly, and the other hand is making a triumphant gesture - Sherlock complains strongly and is glared at by his girlfriend, as for himself, when he usually performs Sherlock-like acting, his expression is so rich that his girlfriend is breathtaking, but when he enters the camera, he is so stiff that he almost interprets a sincere smile into a skin smile.

And in the end, Mrs. Hudson couldn't show it to Mrs. Turner, who didn't believe that Sherlock was really in love. ]

Sherlock stared at the screen until it went dark of its own accord, his lips squirming, and finally spat out one word: "Liar." ”

Because there was a vicious series of shootings, and possibly a terrorist attack, which has now caused two deaths and two injuries, which were caused by snipers, and a stampede in the chaos of the escape, fortunately, it was only a minor injury, but now is the information age, information spreads quickly, and panic has begun to spread. Scotland Yard did not dare to delay, Inspector Lestrade led the team to the scene of the crime quickly, and the police officers who arrived first were already evacuating the crowd, and the cordon was quickly raised.

When Lestrade saw the familiar figure, he couldn't help but push his knuckles against his temples, "For God's sake!" However, after a habitual headache, Detective Good was keenly aware that something was wrong, if it was usual, Sherlock would have jumped up and down on the scene of the crime with excitement, and this time he was obediently honest?

Lestrade frowned and walked over, but before he could open his mouth, Sherlock didn't look at him and said, "You can take your men to get the sniper back to the Scotland yard coroner's room." ”

No, Lestrade thought it was a tirade, but he quickly reacted to the meaning of Sherlock's words: "You killed the sniper......", but he quickly dismissed the idea, "You mean the sniper died?" How did he die? Where is his body? Sherlock, why are you going? Shylock! ”

If Lestrade had been able to stop Sherlock, he wouldn't have been so angry with Sherlock.

"Something is wrong with the freak!" Anderson leaned over and said eloquently.

Lestrade rubbed his eyebrows, asked the people below to analyze the sniper point, and glanced at Anderson: "You can see it too?" ”

"He ignored my taunts, and did you see his girlfriend? Both of them have been on a mission lately to flash the titanium eyes of innocent passers-by! Before Anderson could finish his sentence, Lestrade ignored him and turned to inquire about the details.

Anderson, who was ruthlessly left behind, finished his words strongly: "...... Could it be a breakup? ”

The truth is much worse than the handsome.

"My Linlin, you're back, you've lost five pounds in the days you're away!"

“Shutup!” Erin buried her head in her hands in pain, she never expected her to come back unexpectedly, and she told Sherlock that she would be back soon.

Ai Ye's eyes widened, he felt that he was hurt: "You actually told Baba to shut up, don't think that Baba can't understand English." ”

Erin didn't raise her head and said sullenly, "Three catties." ”

Ai Ye didn't react: "Huh? ”

Erin put it all down: "You've gained three pounds." ”

Ai Ye: "...... No. ”

Erin's hands finally stopped shaking, the moment she came back, the sniper was aiming and shooting her, the bullet was only a few meters away from her, she let the bullet go back as far as she could, and the next moment the space was warped, and she appeared in the well that Sadako had brought her yard to. She didn't dare to imagine what Sherlock would do now after she found out that she was leaving like that, and looked up from the palm of her hand: "When can I go back again?" ”

Ai Ye didn't think about it and said, "You can't go back, Linlin!" "He really doesn't want to have a foreigner son-in-law! No, no son-in-law! Horse-faced or something, see his teddy bear medic and go!

Erin raised her head and stared at Ai Ye, Ai Ye always looked like a second-hand and unreliable father in front of Erin, and Erin is twenty-four years old this year, but the man standing in front of Erin looks like a young man who is less than thirty years old, and he also has a good appearance, long eyebrows and sideburns, a pair of Danfeng eyes are bright and bright, plus he is wearing a flowing cloud-white soft silk wide-sleeved roll-back font orchid coat, he looks like an ancient rich man, not a modern middle-aged man with a daughter as old as Erin.

Erin has a pair of eyes that are very similar to Ai Ye, scorching, sensitive, and the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, not to mention that her pupils are pitch black, and her eyes are black and white, always unconsciously giving people a sense of oppression.

Ai Ye was uncomfortable by the baby girl, but he stood strong, and the next moment he was frightened by the moisture that quickly gathered in the baby girl's eyes, you must know that he has always cried to his baby girl.

"Before I came back, there was a very serious accident, and you taught me to be a good boy with responsibility? You say you miss me, you say you think about me, you're thin, but you-" Erin said in a choked voice, and the moisture that lingered in her eyes turned into tears sliding down her eyes.

Ai Ye didn't mention how distressed he was, he confessed everything as soon as he was distressed: "You can go back, but I can't say exactly when you can go back again, it depends on the specific situation, you know the specific situation is analyzed on a case-by-case basis." Of course Baba really misses you, Baba really lost five pounds a week ago, isn't this week - Linlin, where are your tears? ”

Erin blinked, "Daddy, I miss you too." ”

Ai Ye immediately forgot about the baby girl's tears and said that there was no such thing, and stepped forward to hug the lost and recovered baby girl, and began to "hush huh", halfway through, he remembered the big event, pressed his hand on Erin's shoulder, and threw out a series of questions: "Sue sù baba, you and Xia Ma face, you two have nothing!" You didn't sue him that you liked him! The two of you aren't even in a relationship! The two of you are even less kissing, and even more less having sex! No, no, Linlin, you shouted to me, Xia Ma's face is really, really a capital GAY!! ”

Erin: "...... What does Jim Moriarty do? ”

"Oh, you said he," Ai Ye was suddenly distracted, "He's a GAY, too!" ”

Even if Erin had the sadness of being separated from Sherlock in her heart, she couldn't get rid of the sadness of her unconventional father, and she sighed slightly: "I mean his profession." ”

"Consult the criminal, that's why he thinks he and the consulting detective with the face of Shama are a natural pair!" Aiye's attention was pulled back again, and he said to Erin in a heartbroken manner, "Both of them are GAY!" ”

"Consult the criminals?" Erin muttered and repeated Aiye's words, recalling that she and Sherlock had pursued the theft of museum artifacts before she returned, as if they had broken the joints, and she suddenly thought of the more senior gentleman in Albert Hawke's case. When they investigated, they were limited by positive thinking, thinking that no matter what the case was, the most likely one who benefited was the suspect, but they didn't think that there would be a kind of person in this world: he didn't think about things as logical as money and power, he was unreasonable, he couldn't be bought, intimidated or negotiated, he did it just for fun, maybe just to kill boredom, or he wanted to see the world burn, or a specific person ...... "Sherlock!" ”