Edward Harris was ignored all the way, and he was abused all the way:

The two people sitting in the taxi, although they didn't speak all the way, and they didn't look at each other from the moment they got in the car, and turned their heads to look out of the window, but please, he also sat (floated) in a taxi, didn't he know that he could see each other through the window glass?

Finally got out of the taxi at the destination, oh, the two of them started talking again, and they didn't talk if they had the ability!

Edward Harris's inner complaint was about to break through the sky, and he really wanted to cough loudly to remind himself of his existence as he did at 221B Baker Street, but he thought carefully about what he had heard from other ghosts on Baker Street, and his own personal experience, he especially admired himself for coughing twice at that time.

He watched quietly and silently, to see when they remembered his save.

The London night breeze blew through a leaf and passed through Edward Harris's body.

Edward Harris: "......"

The duo that was like no one over there, Erin waved away the ripples in her heart, and she was upright, if it was herself, she didn't have so many worries at all, after all, she had been dealing with ghosts since she was a child, and she had already adapted to this non-scientific world, but it was different for Sherlock. and long-term contact with the yin spirit, which is different from simply opening the yin and yang eyes for a minute, she is not very relieved. But she also knew Sherlock, and if she broke her promise now, he wouldn't say yes.

Erin thought for a moment, took out a bracelet with a jade bead strung from her storage bracelet, and handed it to Sherlock: "Just in case, I carved a protective rune on this jade bead, huh- you want me to tie it for you?" ”

Erin had intended to have Sherlock tie it herself, but he reached out and pulled down his sleeve to expose his wrist without taking it.

"Hurry up, you don't want our client to wait." Sherlock finds a high-sounding reason to disguise his actions, and when he finally mentions the long-forgotten Edward Harris, the lovely Edward Harris is not at all relieved, just burns!

"Okay." Erin was frightened by Sherlock's serious tone, and wondered if she was making a fuss? Thinking about the antique shop before, she was recommended by the owner to have sex handcuffs, and Sherlock was able to handle it safely, and completely regarded it as part of the case, so she still has something to learn on the way to becoming a good detective. Thinking of this, Erin was no longer pretentious, and lowered her head and put the bracelet on Sherlock's wrist.

As she lowered her head, the hair that had not had time to tie up slipped down, and a strand brushed his wrist, there was a slight tingling feeling, Sherlock almost reflexively retracted his hand, but the next moment the bracelet was wrapped around Erin's wrist, he subconsciously held his breath, and before Erin tied it up and looked up, he turned his head and began to talk about the Astor Museum in his unmatched speed.

Erin listened and sensed something was wrong: "Why is this exactly the same as what I see on Wikipedia?" ”

"Well, I looked it up on the Internet on the way over, and I wrote it down after a glance." Sherlock, who was exposed, was very arrogant, and abruptly changed the topic, "In addition, I also consulted the blueprints of the Astor Museum, and the security system, if I want to evaluate, Anderson, who lowered the IQ of Scotland Yard, can use his little brain to steal a collection from it, you know how bad it is now." ”

Erin nodded solemnly and said, "I think Anderson would be glad you said that about him, sir." ”

Sherlock looked disgusted.

As a bystander, Edward Harris already felt that there was nothing to love about death.

Fortunately, they remembered that they had a case now, in fact, they always remembered, and easily entered the museum with what Sherlock described as a security system that could not be more rotten, and was led by Edward Harris, who finally came to use, to the library where their real client was.

The client's body is a "Lady of the Tang Dynasty" from the Celestial Dynasty, and right in front of their eyes, the lady in "Lady Picture" walks down from the painting and salutes Erin Yingying: "My lord." ”

The lady's name is Yun Niang, and when she talks about the stolen paintings in the next building area, she can't help but cry. Yun Niang can be included in the painting, and she also gives birth to her own consciousness, which shows the aura of this painting, as well as her appearance, at this time, it is really appropriate to use "picturesque eyebrows".

The beauty frowned and cried, it will always make people feel pity, of course, there are exceptions, Mr. Detective is not too active, he is concentrating on the study of the "Lady Picture", but Comrade Xiao Ai relented, reached out and took out her handkerchief and handed it to Yun Niang, Yun Niang subconsciously stretched out her slender hand to pick it up, but she didn't expect to touch the real thing, and she was overjoyed, and burst into laughter: "The adult is so extraordinary, he will definitely be able to find him, Yun Niang has thanked the adult in advance." ”

Before Comrade Xiao Ai could think of the "beauty grace", Mr. Detective interjected: "She doesn't like you." ”

Don't get me wrong, this sentence is not said to Yun Niang in place of Erin, Sherlock turned to Edward Harris, who was ignored again.

Edward Harris: "......"

"Oh? Looks like you know. Sherlock saw through it.

Edward Harris: "...... You're still trying to figure out how to make that-"

"Van Gogh's Martyrdom, I know." Sherlock pulled out his phone and held up the screen, which unsurprisingly drew Erin's attention back, and she leaned over to look at it and summarized the news: "The painting was stolen the night after it was last shown to the public a year ago, and most believe that it was stolen by the "knights". It seems that this thief, codenamed "Knight", is not the first time he has committed a crime, and seems to be very famous in the world of thieves. Sherlock, have you heard of it? ”

"Do you think stealing a painting from the Astor Museum, where security is only three points apart, is such a boring thing worth my attention?"

"Oh, that's not it."

"Do you know how valuable that painting is? That's the outstanding work of Impressionism! It depicts the Virgin Mary leaning on the dead Jesus with a sad expression and ready to hold Jesus with outstretched hands! Van Gogh began to frequented the psychiatric hospital during the painting period, but it was during this period that he regained his interest in religious beliefs, especially in such difficult times, when religion could comfort his soul, and he began to think about faith through painting! Edward Harris, who had never had any sense of zài, suddenly became fierce when he talked about art, and cast a condemning look at Sherlock and Erin who were so understated.

Sherlock said in a bored tone, "Boring." ”

Erin thought that Edward Harris would have a common language with her father Aiye, and that Comrade Ai was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and that he had the name of an appraiser. Thinking of the old comrade Ai who had been talking about her face before, Erin was in good spirits, and she quickly came back to her senses and said to Edward Harris: "Well, if I am not mistaken, the soul of the painting produced by that painting is your rival in love." ”

Yun Niang shyly hid back in the painting, which is enough to explain the problem.

Edward Harris: "......"

Erin seemed to feel that it was a bit of a blow to him, so she added: "Don't worry, this commission, Sherlock and I are next." ”

Edward Harris looked at Erin faintly, take this commission, and then get his rival back? What made Edward Harris even more distressed was that he admired the artistic value of the painting. Hmm, what a painful realization!

Knowing about the commission, they were about to leave the museum. Sherlock can still see ghosts, his high-speed brain quickly collecting the characteristics of the ghosts in the museum, and comparing them to real living humans in all directions. However, the ghosts here are not representative, after all, before seeing them, Sherlock's brain had already told him that they were ghosts, after all, at this point in time, except for him and Erin, and the parade security guards, no one else would be hanging around the museum.

Thankfully, Mr. Detective remembered that they weren't supposed to hang out in the museum at this point, and there was a saying that you should always stand by the river, and you wouldn't get your shoes wet.

Sherlock was still immersed in his palace of thought one moment, and the next moment his hand was held by Irene, and before he could react accordingly, things that exceeded the capillary dilation limit on his face came one after another: Erin pushed him until he hit the wall, and then his eyes were completely dark, and he couldn't see his fingers, and he could only hear Erin whispering, "Don't make a sound." ”

Sherlock's brain crashed, because he couldn't see in front of him, and the rest of his senses were correspondingly enhanced, not to mention that Sherlock's facial features themselves were particularly acute. Now he smelled the scent of ink coming from Erin's body, Sherlock was about to conduct an inductive study on the four treasures of the ancient orient recently, and in normal times, Sherlock could distinguish other smells from Erin's body, but now he felt that he was not very good at concentrating.

And her gentle breath on the side of his neck, warm, that was not Sherlock's liking, it had invaded his own private territory, but Sherlock did not feel repulsed, he could almost feel the gas exchanged between the two of them entwined.

Of course, there is also the sense of touch, which they are almost close to, and even though they are separated by several layers of fabric, they still faithfully transmit the sense of touch to him......

At that moment the footsteps came nearer, and they passed less than half a meter away from them, and then the sound faded away, and soon the place where they were was was quiet again.

"Sherlock, the security guards are leaving." Erin breathed a sigh of relief, her previous attention was on the security guards walking towards them, not noticing how problematic her and Sherlock's posture was now. She could have noticed, but when she lifted the cloak of invisibility that had shrouded her and Sherlock in an emergency, Edward Harris, who had witnessed the two of them being so invisible, widened his eyes and pointed tremblingly: "Merlin's socks, this is Harry Potter's invisibility cloak!" ”

Erin was distracted: "Who's that?" ”

Edward Harris looked at her like an alien: "Harry Potter, don't you even watch movies?" "Wait, did he bother with something terrible?!!