Sherlock Holmes is the only consulting detective in the world, and this professional name is also his own creation, not to mention the divine deduction, there are many things about him alone, even if he admits it himself, or many things that everyone agrees on, really need to be investigated.

For example, he often claims that he is a high-functioning sociopath, but so far London is still unharmed, and Scotland Yard is not surrounded by a pile of corpses, and the initiator is Sherlock, of course, if this happens, whether Scotland Yard can detect what Sherlock did is not to say;

Another example is that everyone generally thinks that he is too energetic, and he is simply not human when he is vigorous, and he can ensure that his genius mind is as efficient as ever, and even he himself is engaged in a 'masochistic diet', and he does not eat at work, thinking that digestion makes him sluggish, and he also thinks that his body will not betray him, for example, he does not need to sleep, but in fact, after a whole day of not fitting his eyes, and then his self-control is extraordinary, and when sleepiness comes, the brain will first command the body to rebel-

He didn't make it to the end of the second Harry Potter movie, and then fell asleep.

The next day, he was woken up by the sound of a car honking outside, and unconsciously rubbed the pillow, feeling the lines on it, and Sherlock sat up. The eyes that change under different lights are not as bright as ordinary people who have just woken up, and he quickly takes in the scenery in front of him and makes a subconscious interpretation.

Erin was out of the house, her coat and scarf hanging behind the door were gone, and the door showed signs of being opened. Morning jog, no, more likely to exchange information with the group of ghosts he couldn't see, about the Albert Hawke case;

Traces of the kitchen had been used, oh, it was the cook that Erin had hired, and according to the smell in the air, it was at least seven o'clock;

Sherlock looked back at the coffee table in front of him, his laptop was turned off, he reached out to feel the residual heat, and then officially noticed him...... Instead of the blazer he wore yesterday before watching the movie, he was wrapped in his blue dressing gown with vertical stripes, which was not in the living room.

Sherlock threw the blanket away, and went to his bedroom wrapped in his dressing gown, and within two minutes of entering, he heard the door of 221B below being opened by a key, followed by a light sound of going upstairs, and it was Erin back.

Sherlock's brain, which had always been fast and efficient, was overloaded for a moment, and when Irene came upstairs, she saw Sherlock wrapped in a blanket on the couch with his face facing in, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Erin muttered, "Haven't you woken up yet?" Then she took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, and walked over to the couch, originally going to put away the map she had found yesterday and the set of books that had been confiscated after reading it, but she looked at the messy pile of books twice, and raised her voice: "Sherlock, if you're not thinking about the case, get up, we should have breakfast." ”

Sherlock replied by putting the blanket over his head, covering himself completely. He was still wondering where the flaw was, and he heard the sound of Erin packing up his books, and remembered that he had accidentally rubbed the books on the floor when he slipped back to the living room from the bedroom, and it was clear that the way the books were placed had changed since she left, and the only possibility was that he had gotten up in the middle...... Thinking of this, Sherlock pulled off the blanket again, and the meaning of resisting getting up was obvious!

"Don't you really get up for breakfast? You're already below average—" Before Erin could finish her sentence, Sherlock's voice came out of the blanket, and the urn was angry, "Why don't you let your paper man send me to my bed to sleep?" ”

Sherlock had returned to the bedroom earlier, and looked at the marks on his body in front of the bathroom mirror, and he could deduce what had happened when he changed into a blazer and a dressing gown, apparently made by Erin with a paper cutout, but obviously there was something that didn't make sense. Sherlock didn't have time to think about it before Erin returned, listening to her before she said he had woken up.

- So, you can't really expect the idea of waking up in the morning to find that your clothes have been changed, and you don't think that she changed them, and pink bubbles will naturally pop up. However, it is undeniable that he is in a state of Sherlock-like shyness right now, and right, otherwise he would not have asked such a question that he regrets after saying it.

Erin listened to Sherlock's question, and was silent for a long time and gave an unreliable-sounding answer: "Do you recognize the sofa?" Before Sherlock could question the logic of this answer, she casually put the book in her hand on the coffee table, cleared her throat, and said to him, "I went out to find the Hawke father and son, and asked them some questions, didn't you say that it would be busy to dissect Albert Hawke's body today?" So I think it's best for you to get up and eat breakfast, at least enough that you think is enough to support your body. ”

Comrade Xiao Ai walked to the kitchen as he spoke, and when he said the last sentence, there was the sound of opening the refrigerator, and Sherlock, who was listening to the movement, could distinguish it without looking, so he quickly got up from the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and stepped on the floor barefoot, and returned to his bedroom like an agile big cat with almost no sound.

Ten minutes later, Sherlock appeared in the kitchen dressed neatly, oh, this time without his sullen purple shirt, and stood in the kitchen with a radiant face, but Irene sat at the table and didn't look up at him.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and before he could say anything, Comrade Xiao Ai, who lowered his head, said at a speed that could catch up with him: "When we saw the second part of the series of movies last night, you couldn't stand it and fell asleep, I originally asked the paper man to get you back to your bedroom so that you could sleep well, but you didn't agree to anything when you were half-awake and half-asleep, so you had to shout that you should continue to watch the movie and don't go back to sleep." Not only that, but also directly on the sofa, refusing to let the paper man help you back to the bedroom, tossing in the end I can't do anything. Well, that's it. ”

Sherlock: "......"

The small kitchen is filled with a pink atmosphere mixed with strange ingredients, well, after a big circle, I finally saw the pink bubbles haunted, it was not easy.

Erin thought of the kiss that the two of them had accidentally received when she stepped forward to hold Sherlock, who was half asleep, last night, and suddenly the flush that had disappeared was about to spread from her face all the way to her ears. Comrade Xiao Ai took a breath slowly, and broke the somewhat stagnant and somewhat hot atmosphere with a casual voice, "Do you want to drink tea?" Pu-erh tea. ”

"Two pieces of sugar, thank you." Sherlock subconsciously answered, and after saying that, he finally came back to his senses, and looked at Erin with a twinkle in his eyes, and found that she didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with his request just now, and added two sugar cubes to his cup of tea without raising his head.

There must have been something else going on!

The consulting detective, who had always been concerned about himself and could say whatever he wanted, was rarely hesitant at this moment, and he felt that what he didn't know last night would definitely be beyond what he could accept. No, what's wrong? Did he confess to Erin when his mind was not clear?

As soon as this thought appeared in Sherlock's mind, it caused a huge ripple in his nerve center, and his complexion was slightly reddened by one tone lighter than the average person. He couldn't remember that the cup of Chinese Pu'er tea with two sugar cubes was the wrong way to match it, so he took it up and took a sip to himself.

At this time, Comrade Xiao Ai, who had finally returned to her senses, was about to correct the mistake she had just made, when she looked up and saw Sherlock drinking the cup of tea expressionlessly, she pursed the corners of her lower lips and asked tentatively, "How does it taste?" ”

Sherlock held the teacup, looked at the sugar cubes in the orange-red tea soup that had not yet completely melted, blinked his eyes twice, and said slowly: "Unexpectedly, it's okay." ”

Erin was silent for a moment before saying, "So, we can eat." ”

Sherlock put down his teacup, "Oh, um, good. ”

In any case, this delicious breakfast was eaten by the two of them, and by the time they went out, the atmosphere between the two of them was still not natural, but fortunately, there was still a case, Albert Hawke's case.

Not to mention how Sherlock got the tired but often exhausted Inspector Lestrade to agree to let him come for an autopsy, Albert Hawke's body was transferred to the forensic department of Buzz Hospital, designated for Sherlock Holmes, who had a job at Buzz Hospital - ignore the irregularities, and also ignore the fact that employees like Sherlock, who are free to work at Buzz Hospital, have not been fired from Buzz Hospital, and can still have their own independent real room.

Anyway, Albert Hawke's body was placed on the coroner's bench waiting for Sherlock to be dissected.

After devoting themselves to this case, the way the two of them get along gradually became natural-

"He had four small bruises on both palms, indicating that he was wrongly characterized as clenching his fists before he died, oh, I mean, he was clenched so tightly that they caused bruises, which are obviously not consistent with the symptoms of a natural heart attack." When talking about 'mischaracterization', Sherlock glanced up at Erin, the initiator, and Comrade Ai's eyes drifted.

Sherlock didn't judge her actions any more, and lowered his eyes to prepare for the dissection of Albert Hawke, who had died twice, and said nonchalantly before holding the scalpel, "Your knowledge of forensic science is also not naturally acquired, given that your dominant hand became left during the autopsy. ”

Erin also replied in a casual tone, "So? ”

Sherlock sighed with a hint of praise and said, "Then you can practice makes perfect." ”

Before Irene could say something, the door to the morgue was pushed open from the outside, and before anyone could enter, her voice had already come in: "Sherlock, I heard them say you're here today-" The rest of the words paused and lowered her tone after she saw that Sherlock was not alone, "-yes, uh, hello." ”