Although Inspector Lestrade was deflated by Sherlock as always, this time he was so satisfied when he left, the earth couldn't stop the gossip heart of the good inspector!

However, Sherlock, who was left behind, was not as calm as he appeared.

After Mr. Inspector left, he sat quietly on the sofa, plucking the strings for a while...... In a minute, he jumped up from the couch and walked to the stairwell to go upstairs to find Irene. Because Inspector Lestrade had interrupted their conversation earlier, he hadn't actually given Erin an answer, and now he felt that he had to give her an answer.

Sherlock straightens his collar and is about to go upstairs, when he suddenly realizes that the shirt he was wearing today is the same shirt she nicknamed 'purple' the day he first met Erin.

Sherlock sane and memory returned, he ...... He retreated and sat back on the sofa, thought about it, pulled his mobile phone, surfed the Internet, typed in the keyword "purple", and soon a bunch of web pages came out.

The consulting detective took out the spirit of studying the difference in tensile strength of different fibers, began to study the content of the web page, and fell silent after the study.

……

Erin, who thought she had a special compliment, came downstairs half an hour later, pushed the door into the second-floor living room, and greeted Sherlock, who was about to go to the stairwell. Erin thought he was in trouble and asked, "Sherlock, what's wrong?" ”

Sherlock glanced at Erin and avoided her gaze, and moved to the window as if nothing had happened, playing his violin with gentlemanly grace and making the sound of sawing wood. In fact, in the past half hour, he has been successively fluctuating between sawing wood and playing beautiful music, accompanied by changes in facial expressions, sawing wood corresponding to expressionless faces, and playing beautiful music corresponding to unconsciously rising corners of the mouth.

Sherlock pretended to be nonchalant and asked Erin, "What did you do, I didn't hear any movement on the third floor at all?" He still asked in a very academic and research tone, which was used to disguise his behavior of listening to the movement on the third floor for the past half hour.

Luckily, he succeeded.

Erin undoubtedly has him—you must know that Mr. Detective has always had a great curiosity and thirst for knowledge about the new world opened up by Comrade Xiao Ai, and he has asked a lot of questions one after another in the past period of time, and his tone is similar to that of now—and he replied with a smile: "Oh, I put a soundproof note on the third floor. Was it Inspector Lestrade who said something? About yesterday's case? ”

Sherlock was suspiciously silent before he said in a bored tone, "It's all boring nonsense, oh, he's talking about the antique shop, the owner - you're going out?" ”

"yes, I'm going to buy the materials I need to draw the talismans and come back, and by the way, buy a mobile phone, sir." Speaking of the "sacrifice in the line of duty" mobile phone, Erin lengthened the tune and called Sherlock, and the violin sounded off. Erin didn't think much of it, she put on her coat, "I may not be back until the afternoon, you have to remember to eat." ”

By the time Erin came downstairs, the sound of the violin was no longer the sound of sawing wood, but a melodious and melodious note.

Erin didn't hear Sherlock's violin "Variations" with a note of isolation, but Mrs. Hudson, who was downstairs looking at the shop, really endured the torture for half an hour. It's not that Mrs. Hudson hasn't heard Sherlock play the "Wood Song" before, she has even heard the shooting version, but this time the "Wood Song" and the "Spring Song" are staggered and played, which is simply two heavens of ice and fire, and it is better to simply play the "Wood Song".

When she saw Erin in this situation, Mrs. Hudson stopped her, and when she opened her mouth, she said, "Take Sherlock to open the room!" ”

Erin: "...... I'm sorry? ”

"Didn't you two say you were going to spend a beautiful and unforgettable night together? Don't wait for the night now, it's the same during the day, take him with you, or he'll be suffocated, and it's the ears of us innocent passers-by who will be tormented. Mrs. Hudson, who had already exchanged the latest gossip with a well-known unknown person in Scotland Yard, took Erin's arm and whispered a whisper, but her tone was really playful with encouragement.

Erin: "...... I didn't understand what you were saying. ”

The landlady, who was also a person who came over, was still puzzled when she saw Erin, and came up with evidence without saying a word: "You don't admit this?" Then you've got to admit that Sherlock picked you out of the car last night, right? He said you're so tired that you're asleep—" The landlady said in a strange tone, and when Irene wanted to speak, she put on an expression of "explanation is disguise, disguise is truth".

At this moment, the sound of sawing wood wafted from the second floor again.

Mrs. Hudson immediately shouted, "Listen to him and start again, go and coax him, really!" ”

Erin, who came upstairs again, was confused, she didn't understand that she had been soundproofed for half an hour, how did she feel like she had been separated by three autumns, what happened? and the sound of Sherlock tossing with his violin, which is indeed harsh.

"Sherlock—"

Sherlock showed his speed of speech as the Guinness Book of Records for "fastest speech", interrupting Erin's words and abruptly saying, "Mrs. Hudson has signs of Alzheimer's, don't listen to her nonsense." ”

Erin was stunned: "Uh, you heard that?" ”

Sherlock's eyes flickered, and he continued to pretend to look downstairs, and said in a serious tone, "I read that lip reading is a necessary skill to be a good detective, and you need to start learning." ”

"I see, but I have a better way to listen, didn't I tell you about paper birds before? I can show you. Erin came up with a good idea to keep Sherlock from torturing the violin, and if that didn't work, she could put a soundproofing note on the second floor as well.

Sherlock put down his violin expressionlessly, and looked at it naturally. Erin took out a piece of paper, folded it into a bird, put it in her hand, and blew lightly on the paper bird, and the paper bird came to life. She handed the paper bird to Sherlock, her eyebrows smiling, her black and white eyes sparkling, just as she had done when she had asked him if he wanted to, "Here you go." ”

Sherlock's mind quickly flashed through the idioms that contained very mythical birds that contained very mythical colors when studying Chinese in depth, and there were no zài birds in reality, such as "phoenix and song", "phoenix in flying", "wings and branches", etc., he naturally knew the meaning of these idioms, and now Erin sent a bird to him -

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock came back to his senses, and without hesitation, he reached out and took the nimble paper bird, which pecked in his palm like a stone on his heart lake, causing ripples. Sherlock stared at it intently, to disguise the telangiectasias of his face.

Erin, who was completely out of condition, said unconsciously, "I'm relieved that you like it." But just in case Sherlock started to disturb the people with his violin before she returned, Erin put a note on the second floor as she left.

……

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When Erin hailed a taxi downstairs, Mrs. Hudson wondered why she had come out on her own, but when Erin got into the taxi, and there was no more annoying violin sound from upstairs, Mrs. Hudson laughed knowingly, and there were many ways to appease the young and vigorous young man.

And Erin got into the taxi that stopped at Zhao and suddenly came to her senses, she had just been interrupted by Sherlock, and she didn't understand why the landlady would say such inconsequential things. Opening the house, a nice night or something, how did the landlady misunderstand this?

Wait, yesterday she was picked up from the taxi by Sherlock?

Erin remembers that she had eaten Jack the Ripper's ghost yesterday and fell asleep after getting into a taxi, and she remembered calling Sherlock when she came to Baker Street, but when she woke up she went back to her bedroom. So, Sherlock carried her from downstairs to the third-floor bedroom?

It is easy for Erin to come to such a conclusion, and if she continues to deduce, what kind of "hug" is this, but since it has made the landlady misunderstand it so much, it shows that this "hug" posture ......

Erin didn't think any further, and after a minute, she slowly covered her face. Her current state is facial telangiectasia, which is commonly known as blushing.

Maybe this can't be called "shaving your head and picking your head hot"?

By the time Irene, who had gone to great lengths to buy all the materials she needed to draw the talismans, and had bought a new phone, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Erin got out of the cab, and the ghost looked up at the window on the second floor, just in time to meet Sherlock's eyes as he stood by the window and looked downstairs.

From Irene's point of view, because the weather in London was getting darker again, the room became darker, Sherlock's face looked a little blurred, but the other party's bright eyes, even in this situation, still looked so dazzling. She knew that those eyes could see every detail, that they could see any clues, that they could see through people's hearts...... Now she realized that those eyes were beautiful.

As soon as such a thought hit her heart, Erin's heart beat half a beat slower, and she lowered her head a little helplessly, she couldn't tell what it felt, and only after feeling her heartbeat steady dìng did she push open the door of 221B.