43. The Goldfish of London 42
"Miss Ai, I heard that you have been in a relationship with my brother recently... Nervous. When Mycroft said this, he didn't look at Erin standing in front of him, but stared nonchalantly at his black umbrella, which never left him. And before the adjective 'nervous' was used, the British government paused subtly.
"If you want to know more details, Sherlock is in a one-sided cold war with me." Before she could speak, Erin's gaze finally moved down from Mycroft's hairline to eye level with Mycroft.
By the way, they are now in an underground parking lot, and although it is daytime, it is dark in the underground parking lot, only the headlights of black cars shine on the empty underground parking lot. Also, the reason they chose to meet here, in the words of Mycroft, "If you want to avoid Sherlock's eyes, you have to learn to be cautious, so meet here." β
"Oh?" Mycroft turned his black umbrella and smiled at Erin with a friendly but harmless - just superficial - smile, "I wonder if I'm honored to know the more detailed reason?" His blue eyes finally returned to Erin's face, and he stared at her for two seconds, and before he could get her answer, he tilted his head slightly, "Excuse me, but this question offended you?" Or do you have that hard time answering me? β
Erin gave Mycroft an embarrassed smile, "To be honest, I'm not sure what I think is exactly right with Sherlock's reason for ignoring me. And I'm not sure if you're misleading me again after I tell you what I think is the reason? Given that we are 'class enemies', you have always disapproved of Sherlock and me falling in love. β
"No," McCroft denied, and he looked into Erin's eyes, with his brighter and more perceptive eyes than Sherlock, "love is a dangerous disadvantage, and I think Sherlock told you that I had warned him, but he was clearly bent on doing it. Now, you sue me for this... Love, as you return to your hometown, leaving two broken hearts, what will be left? β
Mycroft stared at Erin, but the expected feeble argument didn't appear, but, "So you misled Sherlock too, haven't you thought about the possibility that we'll meet again?" β
McCroft: "......"
It can only be said that the British government does not have a comprehensive and thorough understanding of 'non-scientific knowledge', and according to the existing scientific theory, it is impossible to believe that a bridge can be built between two parallel universes, which is also understandable. But this conversation is not without good sides.
"Well, now I have to thank you sincerely," said Irene to Mycroft with absolute sincerity and a little relieved, after a humble bird flew over and crowed twice, "I'll talk to Sherlock, we really have a lot to talk about." β
McCroft raised his eyebrows, and at this moment, Miss Secretary, who was holding a BlackBerry as the perfect background, walked over from the car, "Sir... Your brother has come to you. β
Mycroft, who had already figured out the joint, shook the handle of the umbrella, and the tooth that had just undergone root canal treatment ached faintly, and he showed a deliberately enlarged smile to Erin, who had commanded him, "Good, that's good, isn't it?" β
Erin understood this as "you can leave", and she thought for a moment and felt the need to explain, "Actually, I'm not so sure Sherlock will find it, but he is really happy to work against you." β
The British government was not at all comforted, but he disguised it well, his eyes staring nonchalantly at the ground, and his mouth saying equally nonchalantly: "He was always so childish." β
Erin blinked, and was about to say something, when the phone prompted that there was a new message, and without thinking about it, she knew that it was sent by the childish boyfriend who was in a one-sided cold war with her. Erin took out her phone, glanced at the text message from Sherlock, and then looked up at Mycroft, who looked up lightly, "I didn't bother you, did I?" β
"No, but I have to say goodbye to you, Mr. Holmes." Comrade Xiao Ai took two steps out and stopped, "I am flattered to use the medicine I prescribed to you, really, but a toothache is not a disease, and there is nothing I can do." β
The British government, which is plagued by toothache: "......" must know that a toothache is not a disease, but it hurts to kill people, and the British government that is as strong as the British government cannot overcome.
The secretary lady who was holding the BlackBerry phone quietly lowered her head.
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After leaving the underground parking lot, Erin waited at the elevator door and crossed the 'thousand obstacles' - this underground parking lot was McCroft's secret meeting place, he naturally didn't want to be disturbed during the 'reception', not to mention that it was also a 'secret place', Sherlock ran here to naturally pass through several defenses of McCroft's men, and it is not so exaggerated to call it a thousand difficulties - the boyfriend who came here.
His face was now almost the same color as the abandoned wall next to him, and when he saw Erin coming, he put his hand in his coat pocket without saying a word, turned around and entered the old-fashioned elevator, obviously to carry out the one-sided cold war to the end. Of course, it would have been more like that if he hadn't pressed the elevator switch and left the elevator door open waiting for Erin to come in.
Erin stepped in with crooked eyebrows, Sherlock's face somehow became even more ugly, and then continued to step on the thunder with a mouth: "You are so happy to see a dead fat man?" β
Erin remembered Stockholm Syndrome, and she suddenly put away her smile speechlessly, and her boyfriend was dissatisfied again: "Remember the disguise now, but it's too late." β
Erin: "...... If you want me to beat you up, you just keep talking about Stockholm Syndrome, don't be polite to me. β
"Then why did you come to see Mycroft?" Sherlock pointed out righteously, "I don't think you should know without me reminding you that there's a dramatic narcissist out there staring at us, and I haven't found a clue to track down him, so I don't need you to add fuel to the fire!" β
"Why did I come to see Mycroft? Because my boyfriend and I have a unilateral cold war, and I can only use such a roundabout method to get him to stop getting into the horns! Erin stared at a certain point on the bare, semi-reflective wall of the vintage elevator, and Sherlock's gaze was there.
"I didn't!" Sherlock was clearly still a dead duck, and Erin walked over and pulled her boyfriend by the collar and pushed him down against the elevator wall, with such precision that it would never hurt him but without any doubt. Now they finally looked at each other directly, instead of the previous 'third person', Sherlock looked at Erin's eyes, his attitude softened, but his mouth was not so easy to soften, not only that, he also snorted: "You will leave!" β
Comrade Xiao Ai is really on the verge of beating her boyfriend now, and she said word by word: "It's not like I won't come back!" β
Sherlock, who had apparently hadn't conceived of such a possibility, was as confused as McCroft was, and then grinned, "Oh, that's good, I mean it's unexpected, but it's definitely a bonus!" "But under the eyes of his girlfriend, he was keenly aware of the 'danger', cleared his throat unnaturally, and then ...... He threw the pot to his brother very easily: "What I should have thought of was that Mycroft misled me!" β
Erin tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Well, that's what I told him before." β
Sherlock didn't think there was anything wrong with selling his brother like this: "Right? β
Erin raised her eyebrows, "But I also told him that I really have a lot of things to talk to you about." For example, when you throw me a question, you don't wait for my answer and get angry with meβ" she said as she was about to look at the watch on her wrist, and Sherlock quickly continued, "Twenty-three hours and thirteen minutes." β
Erin was stunned.
"So we're reconciled now?" The light in the elevator was not bright, but Sherlock's eyes with light iris were still so dazzling, and Erin was pulled from the edge of beating her boyfriend to the edge of kissing her boyfriend, and she made a final struggle in those starry eyes: "I didn't say that." β
But this kind of thing is untenable in front of her boyfriend who is proficient in deduction: "But your look-"
Erin interrupts Sherlock's rendition, "Kiss me." β
Sherlock was paranoid and wanted an answer: "Reconciliation? β
Erin laughed and nodded, "Yes." β
Sherlock finally felt satisfied, he quickly changed the position of the two people, put Erin against the elevator wall, almost the whole person wrapped his girlfriend, leaned down to kiss her, and the corner of his mouth leaked out: "Do you know that the control demon also pressed the surveillance camera in this elevator, right?" β
Erin reached into Sherlock's coat and wrapped her arms around his waist through his blazer, and said vaguely, "Did you know that we just closed the elevator door and didn't let it start by floor?" β
Sherlock apparently knew, and he pecked at Erin's rosy lips: "I know, the fat man stood outside for two minutes. β
Erin pursed Sherlock's lower lip, "Huh? β
Sherlock chuckled a little smugly, "Probably left when I said he misled me." β
Erin leaned back, closing the distance between them that they were so close that they inhaled the carbon dioxide exhaled by each other, giving them the illusion that they had been fighting for a long time: "So you said it to him on purpose?" β
ββ¦β¦ I'm being honest. Sherlock finally reached out and pressed the floor button, and the elevator began to start, and the two of them held hands together at some point, probably from the previous time when they were grinding their sideburns. When the elevator was about to reach the floor above ground, Sherlock suddenly said casually, "Since we're reconciled, let's go on a date." Perhaps the confusion in Erin's eyes was too obvious, and Sherlock rarely explained, "You know, normal people kiss and date or something after they get married, oh, I have to say it's a little stupid and a little boring." β
"Your expression shows you're lying, Sherlock." Well, now it's a report and a report, who let Comrade Xiao Ai also deduce the Fa, or learned it under the teaching of the famous teacher Sherlock. "But, yes."
But their rare date didn't go so smoothly, and when they returned to Baker Street, Erin had some surprise to find a ...... in 221B Guest, still a repeat customer.
Edward Harris stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Irene, "You can see me now, right?" β
Erin raised an eyebrow, and Edward Harris realized what rude he had just done, but wasn't he afraid of being ignored? He gave Erin a flattering smile, "Well, I came to Baker Street to thinkβ"
Erin took his words: "Thank you for bringing back Van Gogh's "Holy Martyrdom", that painting has gone through the process and is now back in the Astor Museum?" Yun Niang must be happy, right? Although it was a question, Erin said it in a declarative tone.
Edward Harris: "......" that familiar feeling!
Sherlock couldn't see Edward Harris, but that didn't prevent him from remembering who it was, and he said in a somewhat chatty tone, "Oh, that museum crush." β
Edward Harris, who was shot in the knee again: "...... I'm not a museum crush! He didn't hear Sherlock's retort, thinking he was being ignored again, but when he looked at Sherlock, Irene said slowly, "I thought you knew Sherlock couldn't hear you." β
Edward Harris: "...... QWQ" He thought it was time for him to go, but as he was about to float out of the second-story window, he floated back and pointed to the sketch that was pinned to the wall with a pile of materials: "Who drew this?" It seems that the fundamentals are solid, and is there any special meaning to this painting? The mesh behind this man is a bit messy and beautiful. He babbled on and on and on until he muttered, "I always feel like I've seen him somewhere!" β
Erin's hearing was sharp, and she looked over and said, "Did you say you saw him somewhere?" β
Inexplicable Edward Harris had a chill down his spine, and he thought he should shake his head, but in fact he ...... Nod like garlic.
Well, they got a clue from Edward Harris that so far there is a solid one -- a case of missing artifacts from a museum -- but after two days of investigation, it seems to have reached a dead end.
They went on a date for the sake of "work and rest", thanking Inspector Lestrade, for he couldn't bear Sherlock again and yelled at him, "For God's sake, if you're really bored, why don't you go on a date with your girlfriend, yes we all know you're boyfriend and girlfriend now?" The detective is also mad, so ignore the logic in this sentence.
So, their little couple really went on a date, it was a real date, because the location was in Lawriston Park, not a crime scene, there was no cordon, there were no dead bodies, the sky was still very suitable for the occasion, it was not cloudy and rainy, there was still half an hour before sunset, and there were fire clouds in the sky.
The two of them sat on a park bench, well, do the real yΓ n.
That's right, it's a real yΓ n, and not far in front of them is a piece of pork, to be precise, an ice-poisoned pork, and a camera has been set up, and the camera has been on for two hours.
Sherlock also reassured his girlfriend that he was dating, "As I expected, rats, maggots, and other scavengers in this park are not interested in methamphetamine meat, which confirms my suspicions." A year ago, the body of a drug addict was found here, and now it appears that the coroner at the time had miscalculated the time of death. I came up with the case yesterday at Scotland Yard, and I thought why not make the most of the extra time since we're both on dates? β
"So, that's how you think of dating?" At this moment, a normal couple walked not far from them, holding hands, and they were discussing going to the movies later.
"Well," Sherlock said dryly, "and not only that, but you can also see that the species of insects change depending on the location. β
Erin leaned over and kissed her maverick boyfriend on the cheek and expressed her opinion on the date, "Are you hungry?" There's a square around here, and I'm going to buy food. Erin kissed Sherlock again, this time on the lips, and left.
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She never came back.