It's a rare sunny day in London today, but one of the owners of 221B Baker Street, the only consulting detective in the world, is not in a better mood than the weather outside.

The other host, Comrade Xiao Ai, came over with a teacup and said, "Don't be so angry-"

Before he finished speaking, he was shot by the consulting detective.

Erin couldn't help laughing, she put the teacup on the dining table, it was rare that the 221B dining table had a normal use, sat down, seeing that Sherlock didn't speak, she thought about Mycroft who had just left, and said seriously: "You have to know, your brother is here to ask the teacher, and if I face the enemy head-on, I will definitely be K.O, so I have to 'save the country', so I will soften him as he likes, you see the effect is still there, Mycroft also praised me - don't say it, I will take it as a compliment - I feel flattered by this." ”

Sherlock came dryly: "Self-deception." ”

"Sherlock, I told you to stop talking." Erin protested, she snorted softly to express her dissatisfaction with the suspected demolition of the stage, drank tea with a teacup, and just took two sips, she heard Mr. Detective say casually: "So, what happened to the first accident?" If your memory is correct, you'll know that the accident contains a synopsis of 'Who did you fight with?' and 'You want to sleep when you're full'. Oh, and now it's 'non-scientific'. ”

"Sir, may I remind you, 'I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.'" Erin put the teacup down and said slowly.

Sherlock dismissed her excuse: "I don't like tofu. ”

Erin laughed out loud.

Sherlock was puzzled and said, "What? ”

Erin couldn't help but smile and replied, "No, I know you don't like tofu, so does that make you think you're not skilled enough with chopsticks?" ”

Sherlock narrowed his blue eyes, "No, there are other meanings. ”

"Hmm-" Erin's tone became subtle, "'eating tofu' is a euphemism for sexual harassment, but the tone is not as serious as that sexual harassment. ”

"Why is food associated with sexual harassment? Bored. Sherlock didn't know about it, and he didn't want to, what he wanted to know now was not tofu or not, "Leave this alone, you continue to talk about your 'accident'." ”

Without any foreshadowing, Erin said like 'smashing the Yellow Dragon', "I ate the ghost of Jack the Ripper." ”

Sherlock confirmed that he had heard correctly, and it took him ten seconds to digest, and his Adam's apple slid down, and he asked tentatively, "When you say 'eat', it's like eating food-"

"If you have to compare it like that," Erin looked confused, but she didn't seem to think it was exciting enough, and she explained in detail what had happened, "I thought it was going to be a ghost case, so I went to find Jack the Ripper's ghost, well, after the initial parody case, I asked the ghosts to keep an eye on Jack the Ripper, apparently, after becoming a ghost, he had nothing to hide, and the day before yesterday a ghost sent me a message that I had found him, so I went."

Well, a person like him who has killed people in his life will be angry after becoming a ghost, and there is more than an 80% chance of becoming a ghost - you can think of it as if he was a bad guy in life and a bad ghost after death - so when we confronted each other, we started fighting.

I didn't want to eat him, I had a talisman ready to kill him, but I only had one kind of talisman left in my hand, and using it would attract thunder and lightning - I know it's not scientific, but I can show you if I have the chance - so I hesitated. In the middle of nowhere, Jack the Ripper came at me, and I ...... And they ate him. ”

Erin said so many words in one breath that she felt her mouth dry, and lowered her head and took two sips of tea from her teacup.

Sherlock, who received the new information, was shutting down and restarting, unconsciously holding his coffee cup to his mouth and drinking.

"You've run out of coffee, Sherlock." Erin couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh, oh." Sherlock put the coffee cup down, blinked his left eye quickly, as if he was quickly digesting such an unscientific thing, and after issuing the meaningless "hmm, hmm" modal word, he finally found his words, "Since you said that it was like eating food, does it mean that you digested him?" What did you absorb from it? Don't say it yet, let me say it. You told me so sure that it was just a parody, does it mean that you have absorbed his memories? Will this have a negative impact on you? ”

Erin's reaction was, "You're talking faster." ”

Sherlock couldn't help but raise her name: "Irene! ”

Erin became serious, she thought for a while and replied: "I can't make it clear to you, I can only tell you that this process is 'take the essence and remove the dross', don't worry if I'm fine." "It's not the first time she's done this kind of thing, and she can't explain such a non-scientific thing herself.

Sherlock immediately retorted, "I didn't. ”

Erin looked at the duplicitous Sherlock with a smile, her eyebrows were bright and moving, and there were sparkling in her eyes, which were clear and compelling: "You know what, Sherlock? The night you took me back to 221B, I thought about it very seriously, and I thought I was more than happy to eat you. ”

In Erin's opinion, Sherlock's way of thinking was the most amazing she had ever seen, and even now that she had been studying with Sherlock for a week, she knew very well that it was just a drop in the bucket. She wanted to learn them all, and this was the quickest way for her, so now that she had said it, she had told her what she had in mind at the time. And in Irene's cognition, she felt that it was a compliment, and she had a special knack for complimenting people, so she asked Sherlock with joy and anticipation: "Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Holmes, will you let me eat you?" ”

Of course, the food here is not the other to eat - the very connotative 'eating' - the "eating" here is chilling and creepy, but the only consulting detective in the world said that he is not an ordinary person, and his bright eyes, which are mostly as vast as ice fields, suddenly flickered with a crystal glimmer, like a spark that can burn the prairie fire. He looked at her fixedly, and opened his mouth—

"The Virgin Mary!"

……

……

"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked, expressionless.

Inspector Lestrade first raised the idea of being sorry for Sherlock, usually when he faced Sherlock, he was helpless + speechless + tired + wanted to punch him, and this kind of 'I'm really sorry, I messed up your good thing' thought, Lestrade really didn't expect to use it one day, in the words of Anderson's guy, an older virgin, is on Sherlock, who is a full-time great magician.

Oh, and by the way, the phrase 'Virgin Mary' was not called out by Sherlock, but by Inspector Lestrade, who came to Sherlock, and blurted out the words that Irene said that sounded very, very connotative without context!

Of course, because of Lestrade's howl, the beauty of the kitchen (?) The atmosphere suddenly vanished, and the girls went upstairs, and as for Sherlock, who was invited—

"Sherlock, you're blushing."

The long-pent-up vision of revenge in Lestrade's mind drove him to speak out bravely, and the mockery in his tone couldn't have been more palpable.

Sherlock forcefully denied, "I didn't, it was just facial telangiectasia." ”

As a passer-by, Lestrade echoed unconcernedly: "Well, you don't. ”

“Shutup！” Sherlock said sonorously, and by the way, he waved the bow, and struck the bow in front of the good inspector as a sword, "Anything else?" "The subtext is obvious, if you have anything to do, get out of here.

Of course, Lestrade bravely entered 221B Baker Street, but he was now in his mind with "Sherlock's dog's tail grass has a master", oh, this description is what Anderson said yesterday after he witnessed Sherlock and Erin leaving hand in hand at the second crime scene. It is precisely with yesterday's buffer, and now after hearing such a powerful sentence, the good detective can remain calm, well, so calm that he didn't immediately rush downstairs and yell on Baker Street.

"Shut up."

"I haven't spoken yet," Lestrade was very tolerant this time, after all, he interrupted Sherlock's good deeds, and men understand this mood, so they talked about it in a good voice, "You called the police yesterday that said that the antique store was robbed and someone was injured, right?" ”

“So？”

This kind of tone of "dig up your little heads and take a look, it must be a straw bale" is really easy to make people angry, and the good inspector comforted himself with "this product is dissatisfied", and found that the effect was really immediate, and he could still laugh: "As soon as the manager of the antique store said it, I knew it was you." "Although it was a fake phone call, on the other hand, it also helped them find evidence to convict the suspect, even though the suspect was dead.

Sherlock continued to fiddle with his violin absentmindedly.

"Also, my men did find the second body you mentioned in Lawriston Park, and you're right, that park was recently covered with red soil." Inspector Lestrade said this, looking at Sherlock with curiosity, "So, you two really have a crush on a sexy handcuff and are planning to open a room at the Oxford Prison-turned-Malmason Hotel, right?" ”