"Sit down."

Fiddling with the magnifying glass and microscope, Sherlock said to Connie without looking back.

Jasmine was on the side, almost eyeing her.

Connie felt a chill in her heart and sat down in the chair next to her.

Immediately afterward, Sherlock was seen holding a small silver pair of scissors and walking up to her, above her head.

Cut off a handful of hair.

Connie touched her head and saw him go back to where he was, and looked back at Jasmine.

"What is he going to do here?" She conveyed the problem with her eyes very clearly.

Jasmine, on the other hand, watched Sherlock's movements and posture excitedly, and there was no extra attention to distract her.

Connie looked back at Sherlock in frustration, watching him use a series of movements and tools she couldn't understand to make her hair into a specimen of lenses......?

That was ten minutes later.

Connie touches her purring belly and finally catches Jasmine's attention.

"Hungry? Do you want me to order takeout? ”

Connie's eyes lit up: "Great! Thank you! ”

"No, you don't."

The two spoke in unison.

Connie was stunned and looked at Sherlock, apparently as well.

Jasmine was stunned: "Then I'll help Connie order something to eat, and it just so happens that I haven't eaten either, Sherlock...... Why don't I order you a cup of coffee? I know there's a good shop. ”

Seeing this, Sherlock nodded, which was considered acquiescence, and turned back to focus on his own reality.

It's just that as soon as Jasmine went out, he came over with a syringe.

"Why ......?"

He raised the syringe in his hand: "Suck blood." ”

Connie looked at him faintly.

Finger beating: "Blood draw on an empty stomach." ”

It's the answer to the reason why she didn't eat dinner.

The corners of Connie's mouth twitched, remembering his sudden attack—it was premeditated!

"Okay." She took off her coat and rolled up her sleeves, and Sherlock quickly pumped a small half-tube of blood.

Connie saw him finish smoking before he praised, "Have you still studied medicine?" I don't feel any pain at all! "It's better than the average doctor or nurse.

Sherlock's eyes do not squint.

"Sort of. I've seen the meridian diagram of the human body. ”

Connie pressing cotton: "......"

The wind is too strong and her ears seem to be ......?

After bottling the blood, he came over with another small syringe.

Connie's eyelids jumped: "Still, more?" ”

He lifted his eyelids, set the syringe aside, and instead pulled up a chair and sat down next to Connie.

Connie saw Sherlock take her right hand and gently press her fingers on her ...... Wrist.

Three seconds later.

Is this taking the pulse?

Connie thought it was amazing.

She is a Chinese who runs to England and is checked by a detective named Sherlock.

#不会把脉的土豪不是一个好侦探#

After about a dozen seconds, he switched his left hand again.

This is followed by the neck and temples.

"Open your mouth."

"Stand up."

"Sit down."

……

Under his series of instructions, Connie was like a puppet doll and he made it up, and finally took many samples from her mouth.

Sample......

Connie had no idea what he was doing.

#饿饿饿她现在的感觉就是饿#

"Have you heard enough?" Connie watched speechlessly as Sherlock held the stethoscope on her chest.

It's not like she minds anything...... After all, Sherlock has always been upright, and she's flat-chested.

But he listened for several minutes.

#现有地球上公认的计时方法上的好几分钟#

He glanced at Connie and gave her a shut-up command to move the stethoscope under her ribs.

Connie's eyes narrowed.

Further down to the belly, she's not pregnant, okay?

The door opened, and Jasmine returned with a bag full of food.

Connie's eyes suddenly looked like light bulbs, and her heartbeat accelerated.

#食物╰(*°▽°*)╯#

Jasmine smiled shyly: "I went out to buy it when the takeout was too slow, and brought you Chinatown's pork rib soup and spicy chicken, how about it?" ”

The aroma floated in the air, and the saliva in Connie's mouth began to secrete rapidly.

"Thank you." She subconsciously became excited and licked the corners of her mouth.

"Your heart is beating faster." There was a discordant sound all around her, and the stethoscope had moved to her heart.

Sherlock picked up the syringe, ready to draw his second blood.

Connie stared dumbfounded at the needle that was rapidly sinking into the vein, and a stinging pain struck.

"It hurts!" She exclaimed, watching as the needle was quickly pulled out and pressed against another piece of cotton.

"Alright." With a command, he lowered his stethoscope and placed his coat over Connie.

Before she could say anything, Connie couldn't figure out why Sherlock had behaved like this, but her doubts hadn't yet arisen - although she thought something strange, the aroma of the food had already made her unbearable.

"Suck!"

Sherlock took the coffee from Jasmine, glanced at the bright red spicy chicken, and reached out to take the box.

“？” Connie looked at him.

"Don't be spicy."

Jasmine disassembles the pizza and coke.

Isolated by Sherlock with a glass of boiled water.

"Just finished drawing blood, don't eat." He took out the white rice from the bag, opened it for Connie and placed it next to the pork rib soup, and motioned for her to eat.

If it were normal, Connie would probably be moved to tears.

Now, she can only cry hungry.

She wanted to cry without tears and stuffed a mouthful of soup and a mouthful of rice into her mouth with a spoon, and she suddenly felt alive.

Looking at Jasmine over there eating pizza and Coke or having a bite of spicy chicken, she has a feeling that she must be happy in life.

Sherlock, on the other hand, drank his coffee unmoved, as if the food was just plain water.

#(ˉ▽ ̄~)Cut~~ It's quite normal when she eats what she cooks#

#难道是在女生面前要保持高冷的气质? #

Connie watched as he made his own specimens and drank the soup with relish.

#人生得意须尽欢啊......#有汤喝也不错了......

The final zuò specimens of Connie were dozens long.

was "made zuò" said: she didn't understand how he cut a handful of hair, removed two needles of blood, and took a little saliva, how he made dozens of specimen lenses.

#咦标本镜片啥的专业术语叫啥来着? #

#不管了反正她完事了#

By the time Connie finished the meal, it was already eight o'clock...... It's prime time.

#然而她还有很多的双皮奶要做#

"Sherlock, are we home?" She looked at Sherlock, who was putting the finishing touches on it—he had put all the viewing lenses in a combination lock clear freezer.

"Hmm." He washed his hands, put on his coat, and thanked Jasmine, who had been waiting in the real room.

"It's okay, you can come to me anytime you need me." Jasmine smiled sweetly.

It's rare to be alone with the male god for more than an hour today.

#真是棒棒哒#

The two of them came out of the room and met Lestrade who came out of the office.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here? ”

When Lestrade saw Connie, his face changed significantly.

This did not escape Sherlock's eyes.

He nodded, "Bring Connie for some check-ups." ”

Lestrade was silent for a moment: "She's okay." ”

Connie stepped out from behind Sherlock, "I'm fine, don't worry about Lestrade. ”

She smiled no different from a normal day, after all, in her opinion, Lestrade was still "good".

Sherlock and Lestrade were a little surprised to see her attitude.

Lestrade looked at Connie in amazement, her eyes were sincere, if not lying...... Didn't she see herself then?

As soon as the thought turned in his mind, Lestrade's original heart was half relieved, and he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but these micro-expressions were all exposed in front of Sherlock's eyes.

"Lestrade." His cold voice came out.

"Huh?"

“……”

"What's wrong, Sherlock?"

"Nothing." There is one biggest puzzle left unsolved.

Sherlock crossed his hands and swallowed back the question from his mouth.

Shylock's desire to speak again and again, Lestrade was different to him after all......

Little sheep.

Both Jasmine and Connie watched the strange scene.

"Connie, go home." He turned to the door.

Connie looked at Lestrade, smiled, and followed behind Sherlock.

"Slow down...... I just had just finished drawing blood and couldn't exercise vigorously......" The immature and sweet voice was gradually moving away.

A heavy emotion stained the corners of Lestrade's eyes.

Tiredness made his face look vicissitudes.

"Have you had any difficult cases lately?" Seeing this, Jasmine said with concern.

Lestrade shook his head: "It's okay, I'll go home first, and you should go back early." ”

On the mobile phone are three calls from my wife.

Lestrade dialed the phone, and the apologetic and reassuring voice faded into Jasmine's ears.

London at night is quiet and lonely.

She walked out of the police station and walked back to her apartment alone under the stars.

The cold wind has gradually become mild.

The man's gentle and heartless face seemed to float in the starry sky.

She sighed and strolled in a sad and joyful mood.

Shylock.

The tip of his tongue kept murmuring the name, like the most distant and beautiful dream.