"Sherlock, I have something to tell you, is it convenient now? ――AiLin”

The text message came back almost in seconds, "Come downstairs." ――SH”

Erin descended to the second floor a moment later, where Sherlock was sitting on a couch in a blue dressing gown, barefoot on the carpet.

Sherlock looked over and said in a very fast voice: "You're asleep, look at the humidity of your hair, you've been in bed for at least an hour and a half, and now you don't tell me that you've dreamed about something you missed during the day, and you think of me, no, you want to talk to me about it, and you text me to ask me?" Given that you went upstairs early in the daytime and didn't come down again, there's a high chance that this will happen. Say, what's the matter? ”

Erin remembered the inexplicable feeling before, so she subconsciously avoided the daytime events mentioned by Sherlock, trying to change the subject, "Why aren't you wearing slippers?" ”

How could Sherlock not see such a clumsy way of changing the subject, he leaned forward, his eyes shining under the bright light of the floor lamp next to him: "You're going to say this?" ”

Erin looked back into those clear blue eyes, and the feeling came again, and she blurted out almost without thinking, "Your eyes are so beautiful." ”

Sherlock said "I have heterochromia" after a slow half-beat, and faked coughing to hide his apparent embarrassment. If Erin had looked closely at this time, she could see that Sherlock's ears were gradually reddening, but she herself was a little confused, where was there any extra attention, or a earth-shattering "cough cough" sound pulled her back to reality, she licked her mouth, and hurriedly found words to cover up her gaffe just now, "I mean seriously, no, I just want to compliment you for your good looks, well, and Mycroft's, your eyes are very similar, I said right?" ”

Sherlock's face darkened all of a sudden, and he resembled the eyes of the dead fat man who didn't have iris mutations.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"I don't know it's rude to interrupt someone, isn't it?" The more she explained, the more wrong Erin became, and turned to glare at her master, who was making another fake coughing sound.

Sherlock quickly spoke up: "Who? ”

Erin finally remembered the root cause of her finding Sherlock at eleven o'clock in the evening, and as soon as she was distracted by this, she pretended to be casual and uncovered the subtle episode just now, and told Sherlock what happened: "Well, now I have a commission to find me, the client is a ghost, he is in the living room right now, I want to ask if you are interested in taking over with me?" ”

"Of course." Almost as soon as Erin's words fell, Sherlock couldn't wait.

Erin wasn't surprised by this answer, "So, I'll show you the client next." ”

Sherlock's eyes were filled with starlight: "Is it still the same minute as before?" ”

"I think a minute is enough for you, Sherlock." Erin had already seen the magic of Sherlock, and she replied almost without thinking, walked up to Sherlock, stretched out her hand and nodded on the eyes that he had closed a second ago, then quickly withdrew her hand and pursed the corners of her mouth: "Okay." ”

Sherlock saw the world of Erin's eyes again, and there was an extra figure in the bedroom where there were only the two of them, a ghost, oh, the ghost's name was Edward Harris when he died, and he couldn't bear to look at it now. As he was about to introduce himself, Sherlock scanned it and said, "The clothes are in the style of the eighteenth and nineties, and given that the ghosts I know have remained the way they were when they died, it can be concluded that you were eighteenth-century in your lifetime." Rich son, there is an older brother who is the heir, but after your brother inherited the family business, he still generously gave you a small part of the property, the reason why he is generous is to take into account the inheritance law at that time. Unmarried, oh, now there is someone to like. Sorry, I shouldn't have said human, she's of the same race as you, obviously. In addition, his hobby is drawing, but apparently he is not well-known. So this gentleman, who doesn't know what the concept of time is, can you tell me, what is your commission? Oh, don't say it, it's related to the lady you like, but since you've found Erin now, it means that it's related to people or things in reality, am I right? ”

Edward Harris was abruptly surprised by Mr. Detective's serial words, and the whole ghost was not good.

A minute was useless, and there was enough time for Edward Harris to say his commission, and he wanted to retrieve a painting hanging in her neighborhood for the lady he liked.

Sherlock frowned at the words in his words, but Erin understood, "The lady you like, no, the lady you have a crush on is a painting, to be exact?" ”

Sherlock: "......"

Edward Harris: "......"

Sherlock was stunned because the door to a new world had opened to him.

Edward Harris was stunned because he had once again been seen through.

At this minute's time, Sherlock couldn't see Edward Harris, but the client didn't matter to Sherlock anymore. He pursed his plump lips, looked up at Erin, and asked in an uncertain tone, "A painting?" ”

"You can think of it as a painting soul, she poured the master's heart and soul into the process of being painted by the master, and by chance she will have her own consciousness, but this situation is very rare, presumably this painting must be very aura. If you don't understand, I can find some supernatural stories with the drawing of souls as the main character to show you tomorrow. Such a door to a new world, Erin showed it so lightly, as if she had simply said that she had eaten Jack the Ripper's ghost.

Erin saw that Sherlock hadn't spoken yet, and after thinking about it, she asked, "Sherlock, do you want to go with me to meet that painting spirit?" The essence contained in your body now can support you to look at the Yin Soul for a long time, but I'm afraid you will have to get used to it for a while at first. It took me a while to see them as nothing as I do now, but I have faith in you. "Sherlock is very different, and the spirits of Baker Street are afraid of him, even if he doesn't have the ability to do so, but he's so unique that he can earn the title of "Ghost See".

Erin's words came to Sherlock's ears and compiled into one sentence: "Come to my world? ”

"I do." He said.

Erin was stunned by his stern expression, thinking that he was waiting for a longer time to see a world that was completely different from what he was seeing now, and after thinking about it, she assured him, "I will always watch you and will not hurt you." In this regard, Erin is still measured, otherwise she would not have refused to let him come into contact with the Yin Spirit because of the lack of energy in Sherlock's body before.

At this moment, Sherlock's iris heterochromatic eyes hung with a rainbow in the bright light.

Erin, who was directly hit by the beauty, no, rainbow, her heartbeat "thumped" faster, this is really a problem, right?

Has anyone been forgotten?

Mr. Edward Harris: "QWQ"

But it doesn't matter if you have a crush or not, ghosts or anything will be ignored as always, and now the important thing is that they will sneak into a high-security museum in the middle of the night.

Hey, what point is mentioned here that is an obstacle for Mr. Detective and Comrade Xiao Ai? The answer is no.

"Let's go." Sherlock said brightly, seeing Erin hesitate, "What's wrong?" ”

"Well, you're still in your pajamas." Erin points out this fact, and of course Sherlock is barefoot and doesn't even wear socks, which doesn't seem to be the point.

"So are you." Sherlock paused.

The two looked at each other, quickly moved away, and didn't say anything more, one went back to his bedroom on the second floor, and the other went to her bedroom on the third floor, changing into clothes that could go out.

Edward Harris, who was once again ignored: "......" is so sadistic.

By the time they got out of Gate 221B of Baker Street in the middle of the night, it was already half past eleven. At this time, Baker Street was already very quiet, there were not even three or two kittens on the street, but the Chinese restaurant was still open, but they were not going to eat now, but to the Astor Museum.

The night breeze in London was cool, and Erin straightened her scarf, turned her head to look at Sherlock, and said slowly, "So, is the taxi arranged by McCroft a 24-hour system?" Of course, she found that it was a coincidence that Sherlock was on hand once or twice, but it could no longer be explained by coincidence every time. It seems that she is now treated the same way, and when she goes out shopping during the day, she goes in the same taxi as she goes and in the middle and back.

Sherlock glanced at her, then turned his gaze away and said, "Maybe." As he spoke, he put his hand out of his coat pocket and gestured to the side of the road: "Taxi! ”

Then, a taxi roared down from the corner of Baker Street.

"Well, I think I know the answer," Erin said vaguely, burying her face in her scarf, "Sherlock, as weird as I think this kind of round-the-clock surveillance is, it still has a sparkle, you say?" ”

Sherlock squinted at her, and said angrily, "Don't be stupid. ”

"Can you two stop flirting and get down to business first?" Edward Harris, who was floating next to him and had not had a sense of zài for a long time, really wanted to rush over and roar at the man and woman who abused single dogs, and he wanted to say this sentence that he had wanted to say since he was abused before, but he didn't dare, this is really a sad story.