Irene was thinking about the revelation in the story that Elle had told when she heard someone coming upstairs, and she listened to it, it was Mrs. Hudson.

Erin was puzzled, and opened the door just as Mrs. Hudson was about to raise her hand and knock, "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Hudson?" ”

Mrs. Hudson was startled, but soon the brave lady, who had been Sherlock's landlord for nearly half a year, calmed down, and then said with some subtlety: "Sherlock is working on Scottish banknotes,' you know what I mean?" I think it's worth it for you to go and bring him back before his face is still intact. ”

Erin tilted her head and asked, "Did Inspector Lestrade call you?" ”

"Haha." Mrs. Hudson laughed dryly, as the captain of the Baker Street Gossip Squad, she had been gossiping with well-known people in Scotland Yard lately, so don't talk about it. "It's not that he doesn't have your phone number, so he has to call me, I think you better hurry over."

After saying that, the landlady who had kindly come to inform Erin went downstairs.

Erin watched Mrs. Hudson go downstairs and spoke slowly into the empty corner, "Why are you here?" ”

Edward Harris, who was growing mushrooms in the corner, said quietly, "You don't remember my name, do you?" ”

Irene suddenly had a feeling of a puff in her ears, she had just been smacked by her father, and she ignored Edward Harris and closed the door from the inside.

Edward Harris: "......"

After a while, Erin changed her clothes and opened the door again, Edward Harris was still strong and stayed in place, and when he saw her come out, he asked him directly, "You said we were friends, Mr. Holmes said it was great, why is that?" Aren't you—"Liken each other?"

But before he could finish speaking, he felt a gaze that made him flutter, and Edward Harris looked up tremblingly, and he was directly confronted by a dark darkness, and he was almost sucked into this darkness, so terrible.

"Did you hear what Sherlock and I said when we came back from outside?" Erin was not going to pay attention to Edward Harris, who had made her have a humming stance, but when he said this, she immediately stopped, stared at him subconsciously, and closed her eyes suddenly when she noticed that he was fading.

It took less than five seconds, but the lovely Devard Harris felt like he was dead again.

Opening her eyes again, Erin realized that she had just lost control, she apologized to Edward Harris and handed him a candy. Edward Harris took it and ate it with trepidation, and suddenly felt that he had really only died once, and there was no second time, and immediately forgot about the terrible experience just now, and took advantage of it, and sold it well--his soul is much more condensed now than it was at the beginning--and said to Irene: "It would be nice if it was green apple-flavored." ”

Erin pursed the corners of her lips, "You said Sherlock said it was too good, what's going on?" ”

Edward Harris was still reminiscing about the fullness of what he had just eaten, and at first glance he said without thinking: "Just you went upstairs, he jumped up like a child and said it was great, so I don't understand, you said you are friends, he is so happy that it is-" Edward Harris was stuck for a long time and finally thought of a trendy word, and quickly picked up the previous words, "It's simply unscientific, judging from my experience of being single for so many years, he definitely likes it-can you listen to people finish talking?" Am I being ignored again? ”

But I still feel that something is wrong, and now he can't think about it all of a sudden, and he can't remember it anymore, he has been a ghost for so many years, and his brain is not very bright. When Edward Harris floated to the second floor, he remembered that he had come to ask Van Gogh how he was looking for "Holy Martyrdom", and if there was any news now? Forget it, he'd better go to the Astor Museum.

Erin began to feel sullen when she heard Edward Harris say again that Sherlock was happy that she was friends with her. As she went downstairs, she analyzed that she would feel depressed because she probably wanted to be friends with Sherlock more than just want to be friends.

Erin casually hailed a taxi, and after getting into the taxi absentmindedly, she still couldn't bring it up. She remembered what her father had said, and her judgment of Sherlock, and inexplicably her own thoughts were a little shaken. Comrade Xiao Ai is not a person who doesn't come out without entering a dead end, she is sometimes very good at playing straight balls, and after being swayed by different facts, she tried to solve it after she struggled with it.

In this case, it is quite logical to seek the advice of a friend.

But in Erin's case, the situation is a little different. She doesn't really have many friends, and they can't be connected to her across a parallel universe. Besides, the only friend she made was Sherlock, and even she knew very few people.

After a few moments, Erin analyzed the most suitable person, she took out her phone and began to type, as if she was going to learn deduction from Sherlock before, and considered the typed words again, and by the time she sent the not-so-long text message, it had been almost three minutes.

After the text message was sent, Comrade Xiao Ai held his mobile phone and stared at the screen by mistake.

Mycrogh Holmes, who was preparing for a video conference with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, received a new text message from the British government. He raised an eyebrow, after all, there were very few people who could send text messages directly to the phone he had at hand, and after making the corresponding exclusions, McCroft was still somewhat surprised that Erin would text him. Yes, Erin has the number of his phone, given that she is now his brother's... Roommate, and with a special ability, he activated the third level of surveillance for both of them, the highest level of surveillance he had here, and maintained friendly contact with her.

Remembering what had happened since midnight and now, McCroft's slender fingers tapped on the table, picking up his phone to check for new text messages.

"Dear Mr. Mycroft Holmes, first of all, thank you very much for the early arrival at Scotland Yard, regardless of your previous suspicions; Thirdly, I think it is necessary to report the unnatural accident that occurred around 12:55 to you, and I will be careful to deal with the possible non-positive effects; In the end, I thought Sherlock was asexual, but now that something has happened that contradicts what I've come to the conclusion, what do you think about it as a pioneer of the deductive method who grew up watching Sherlock? We look forward to hearing from you. ――AiLin”

In general, this is a very formal text message, in the format of a letter, full of respect for the sender to the recipient, it can be said that there is a bit of respect, and the attitude is much better than the love that does not reply to the text message, even if it is more perfunctory.

However, as the recipient of the letter, Mycroft was not very happy, his face could be called solemn, and his fears had come true.

……

Scotland Yard

Lestrade chained Sherlock to his office, exhausted: "I say, can't you just stop?" Let's at least wait until tomorrow when you come back to toss! Do you know how many hours I slept a day today? ”

Sherlock glanced him up and down and gave an answer that Lestrade hadn't even calculated: "Five hours and twenty minutes." ”

Lestrade: "...... For God's sake! I didn't really ask you, I was just emphasizing that I really don't like you, this guy can be a hundred times more energetic without eating or sleeping! He looked at Sherlock's unrepentant face and sat down in his chair in frustration, not intending to play the harp to the cow again, "I've been notified that Irene's coming to Scotland Yard, so you'll be here and waiting for her to come." ”

Sherlock said quickly, "Mrs. Hudson, I know you two have been exchanging some sort of information about me and Irene. ”

Lestrade said expressionlessly, "Something? Which? You can tell me more about it. ”

Sherlock suddenly fell on deaf ears, tugging at the handcuffs in his hands and not speaking.

Lestrade was happy at the moment: "Sherlock, believe it or not, if you toss Scotland Yard like this, I will tell her about your crush on Irene." Oh, are you trying to ask how I know? Thank God, he didn't give us ordinary people high IQ, but he gave us plenty of emotional intelligence. Haha, Sherlock, your EQ has lowered the entire Scotland Yard street. ”

Sherlock: "......"

Inspector Lestrade really didn't want to gloat too much, he pulled a chair close to him in the face of Sherlock's gaze that can make people collapse in normal times, make people crazy, and make people want to find a crack in the ground to get into, and teased: "Did your genius brain interpret Erin's case too?" Definitely, what is the answer? Do you think she likes you too? "Mr. Inspector has a feeling of really raising his eyebrows, and he can certainly see that the two of them like each other as a person who has come over, but as far as Sherlock's emotional intelligence is concerned, maybe he really hasn't figured it out.

Sherlock was speechless for a moment, so that he would not admit that he had been righted by Lestrade. He pursed his lips, glanced lightly at the detective who couldn't hide his excitement, and said in a disgusted tone: "I don't think that a person who hasn't even found out about his wife's cheating can have high emotional intelligence, in addition, you can really consider your landlord, her husband often goes on business trips abroad, and the most recent country he went to is Thailand, which can be seen from the Buddha statue she brought to you." ”

Lestrade: "...... I'm really going to tell Sù Erin. ”

Sherlock: "......"

The next second, he stood up, and before Inspector Lestrade could react, his own wrists were cuffed, handcuffed by the ones he had used to cuff Sherlock.

"You won't have a chance," Sherlock, who unhandcuffed himself without a key, looked condescendingly at the already confused detective, still holding Lestrade's mobile phone in his hand, and pretended to look through the address book, "Oh, let me see the landlady's phone number—"

Lestrade, who was afraid that this thing would do something such as using his mobile phone to send ♀ a text message to the landlady of the married woman, immediately surrendered, "I won't sue her, okay!" Put my phone down, Sherlock! ”

At this moment, the mobile phone in Sherlock's hand received a new text message, and he didn't know how ** Quan was written, glanced at it, frowned, and opened the new text message.

"Sherlock, let me tell you, don't mess around." ”

"Why does Erin have your phone number?" Sherlock asked, pouting.

“What？ I don't know? I don't have her number. "Lestrade and Erin haven't seen each other a few times in person, nor have they spoken a few words, let alone asked for someone's phone number." Maybe Mrs. Hudson told her, but why did she text me? ”

It's okay for the inspector not to say anything, but as soon as he said Sherlock's face, he casually deleted the text message that Erin sent to Lestrade, and casually threw the detective's mobile phone to him, regardless of whether the detective with one hand was cuffed or not. Then he took out his own mobile phone from his coat pocket, and waited for half a minute without seeing Erin text or call him, his mouth was flattened, his face was completely black, and he almost carved the words 'I'm not happy' on his face.

Lestrade was able to catch the phone without causing non-combat damage to his phone, and he didn't notice Sherlock's ugly face, and said casually, "What did Erin say?" Are you going to take away your scourge? ”

Sherlock was still staring at his phone.

After Lestrade rummaged through his body and couldn't find the handcuff key, he yelled at Sherlock, "Hell, did you steal the handcuff key too?" Sherlock suddenly said, "What's wrong." ”

"What?" Lestrade gasped and sat back in his chair, he had to, because he really wanted to just swing the chair and smash it at Sherlock. Then when I looked up, I saw that there was a bird with bright yellow wings in his office, "What are you doing?" How could a bird fly in? Sherlock, what did you just say was wrong, what case did you have in mind - why are you going? ”

The good inspector didn't wait for Sherlock's answer, and the key to the handcuffs, he tugged at the handcuffs like Sherlock, and of course he didn't take his wrists out of the handcuffs, he covered his forehead and groaned in pain, "I'm fucking stupid." I didn't notice the bird that somehow flew into the office area, and when Sherlock turned to leave, he left with him.

On the bright side, Sherlock is finally gone, and Scotland Yard is jubilant.

Sherlock walked out of Scotland Yard, pursing his lips at the sight of a figure not far away, and he strode over, his slim coat fluttering dramatically behind him. When he was still a step away from Erin, Sherlock stopped, and his words were not as imposing as his walk, "Why didn't you text me?" ”