"Why, haven't you seen me in a dress?" Sherlock chuckled softly as he ruffled his long hair, which reflected the light of the water in the light. She picked up the bath towel she had thrown beside the bed and wiped the water from her long hair as she walked over to him.

Gao Qian lowered his gaze. The dripping water in Sherlock's hair had wet the shoulders of her shirt, and the shirt she was wearing was a good linen fabric, which was not transparent but breathable, but linen, once wet, drained very quickly.

Gao Qian only hated himself for being too good at the moment, shape, size, elasticity, and softness, and he had already judged it at a glance.

When Sherlock stopped in front of Gao Qian, Gao took a deep breath, turned around and walked out: "You'd better change your clothes, where is Jiajia's bedroom?"

"Turn left onto the first room. Sherlock raised her voice, and then she looked down at herself, picked up her half-wet neckline, and neatly ripped it off the top of her head, muttering to herself, "As for it? ”

"Bang!" she noticed that her door was slammed shut, she picked up the shirt in her hand in surprise, and stared at the door: "Hey, don't blame me, why did you turn back again?"

Gao Qian hugged Jiajia and stood outside the door and gritted his teeth: "Can there be people in that room?"

"What's wrong?" Sherlock was puzzled, she threw away the shirt in her hand, pulled one from the closet and put it on, thought about it again, took another brown-red jacket and put it on, and then walked out quickly.

Gao Qian glanced at her coldly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "How the hell did you take the child?

"Who said that I have to tidy up her room every day. Sherlock hurriedly pushed open the door next door, and was stunned for a long time before he said, "Here we go again." ”

"What?"

Jiajia on her shoulder suddenly said in a dream at this time: "Big brother...... Don't leave me behind. ”

Gao Qian sighed slightly in his heart, he gently patted Jiajia's back and lowered his voice: "This kind of thing has happened before?"

"You come with me. Sherlock led Gao Qian to the room on the other side of her bedroom, and pushed the door open, Gao Qian couldn't help but cover his nose: "What does this smell like?"

Sherlock looked at Gao Qian's unbearable appearance, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and smiled softly: "Chili oil, soy sauce, vinegar, various spices, and sauce packets, presumably mixed with her nutritional yogurt and crayon powder." ”

The room in front of the high dive looks like a hurricane has just passed. All the furniture has been overturned or damaged to varying degrees. Half of helloKitty's curtains hung from the flower-shaped chandelier on the ceiling, the pink children's bed was broken in half, the padding in the feather pillows was scattered everywhere, and the drawers on the chest of drawers were all pulled out and thrown on the floor, and the vanity mirror on it was covered with tan lines, so that it was impossible to tell if it was a word or a picture.

Not only the mirrors, but every exposed space in the room was painted with this letter-like pattern, and even the ceiling did not leak.

Gao Qian stared at the ceiling, the same pattern: "This is what Jiajia did?"

Everything that happened in this room, just like Jiajia's bedroom now, was broken furniture and weird patterns everywhere. It's just that the patterns in Jiajia's current bedroom are obviously painted with watercolor pens and paints, and the pigments of various colors are mixed together to form an indescribable dark gray.

"Yes, these pictures were drawn by Jiajia on the first night she came here. I went out that night on an impromptu day, and when I came back, I saw this scene. Jiajia, on the other hand, slept on the floor, seemingly unaware of all this, and woke up without any abnormality. ”

"And then?"

"And then, it's business as usual. I sent these seemingly illustrated things to the lab, and they said it was probably a lost text, but to find out what it meant, the sample size was too small.

After this incident, I bought Jiajia some materials and tools for painting, but Jiajia didn't seem to be very interested, and I have never seen her draw anything special until today. ”

Sherlock sighed, "I really don't know when she did this, this morning, when I woke her up, the room was still normal, could it be when I was in the shower?"

Gao Qian shook his head slightly: "When you took a bath, I should have already come, and Jiajia has been with me all the time." ”

Sherlock said confusedly, "But before, I was working on a computer in my study, and she was watching cartoons on the sidelines, and we were together all the time. ”

Gao Qian remembered the conspicuous bloodstains he saw along the way after he came in: "It's just an office? Not necessarily?"

Sherlock looked at Gao Qian inexplicably, as if he suddenly remembered something: "You said that, I, I just killed a chicken." Who knew it was so troublesome to kill chickens. ”

"Really, it's just killing a chicken?" said Gao Qian, suspicious. Who's going to kill a chicken and spill blood all over the apartment? And is anyone going to kill a chicken themselves these days?

Sherlock looked embarrassed and changed the subject: "By the way, why are you here?"

"It was Jiajia who called me to come. ”

"Jiajia called you?" Sherlock said in surprise, "what a small man. ”

Gao Qian glanced at the frightening room, closed the door, and shut in the smell that challenged his sense of smell: "She's not an ordinary child. ”

"Yes, you've been hugging the ground for a long time, I'll hug her. Sherlock said as he reached out to hug Jiajia, and Gao Qian handed Jiajia over, and in the middle of this hand, the hands of the two inevitably touched together.

Sherlock let out a low cry and tried to withdraw his hand, but the high dive gripped her tightly.

Sherlock was short of breath, her cheeks were red, and she leaned back against the wall as if she were unsteady, sweat pouring from her forehead, her red lips grunting inexplicably, with a hoarse voice that made a man's blood boil: "High dive...... High Diving ......"

The high dive stared into Sherlock's eyes.

The ever-changing images jumped out in fragments like a montage, and his head ached like it was about to explode, but he wanted to know more.

Doomsday. Sherlock had summed up what she had seen in those two words, and High Diving couldn't find a better word at the moment.

Ruins, firelight, flashes, huge wings, jet-black waters, boulders pouring down from the sky, terrible loud noises, maddening howls, broken limbs, a mix of human and monster pieces......

Doomsday, if this is not the end, then what could be more terrible, more helpless, more desperate?

High Diving grabbed Sherlock's hand tightly, what else, if he could see what caused the apocalypse, he could at least stop it?

He could feel Sherlock pushing him back, she calling his name pleadingly, he felt her nails digging the back of his hand, but he ignored her.

He wanted to see more, he knew that only by maintaining physical contact with Sherlock would he be able to see her prophecy. It was too important until he heard Sherlock scream, and he suddenly woke up and saw what was happening in front of him.

He looked in amazement at the Sherlock sweat in front of him, his cheeks were red, as if he had just experienced a vigorous exercise, she gasped and looked at him, her eyes shining with something he had never seen before,

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Gao Qian turned his head suddenly, and Jiajia stood not far away, carrying her rag doll in her hand, tilting her head to look at them. The neck of the rag doll, which was once about to be severed, has now been repaired, but the poor stitches show how clumsy the craftsmanship of the repairer is.

"Jiajia? What are you?" Didn't he hold Jiajia before?

It was only then that Gao Qian realized that she was pressing Sherlock against the wall, and one of her arms passed under his side, hugging him tightly. This posture makes people wonder who is the one who takes the initiative.

Then Gao Qian felt a sharp pain in the back of his hand, he moved, and the pain was so painful: "Hey, big sister, you won't break my bones again, right?"

Sherlock slowly let go of her hand and pushed the high dive away hard, but she grabbed him again as the high dive nearly fell backwards.

"That ......" Gao Qian felt a little embarrassed, and as a man he tried to explain, "I'm just ......"

"I apologize. Sherlock's voice was strangely hoarse, her breathing was not yet calm, and she looked at the back of her high-hidden flesh blurred hand, "But you did it yourself." ”

Gao Qian pursed the corners of his lips and decided not to say anything.

"Come to the kitchen, I'll help you bandage it. Sherlock was the first to walk like a kitchen. She paused and frowned as she passed the bloody handprints on the wall.

Gao Qian glanced at Jiajia and followed.

"You sit down for a moment. Sherlock grabbed a paper towel and quickly cleaned the blood from the kitchen floor, then carefully washed his hands by the sink.

In the process of doing this, she seemed to have calmed down, although the blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, but her eyes had returned to coldness.

Gao Qian sat in the corner of the dining table, pretending to look at the decorative paintings on the wall next to him, the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, but it seemed that no one wanted to be the first to speak.

There was a clicking sound from the opposite side, and Gao Qian turned his head and saw Jiajia climb into her dining chair and sit on the opposite side of Gao Di.

Allison ...... Gao Qian frowned slightly. He was so focused that he didn't even notice when Jiajia woke up from his sleep, jumped to the ground, and found her doll.

Jiajia smiled at Gao Qian, and began to drink the leftover juice she had drunk before, red strawberry juice slowly trickled down from the corner of her mouth, and a layer of trembling suddenly appeared on Gao Qian's back.

"It might hurt a little. Sherlock walked over with a simple medical kit and gestured to the alcohol cotton ball in his hand, "It's just a skin injury, but it's still ......."

Sherlock's words paused, and the flesh on the back of the high-diving hand turned out, and the bones could almost be seen.

"I'd better take you to the hospital......" Sherlock muttered.

"No, I don't. Gao Qian moved his hand, although it hurt a little, but obviously did not hurt the meridians, "Bandage it briefly first, if it is still not good, go to the hospital again." ”

"Big brother, what were you doing with your mom just now?" Jiajia opened her dark eyes as she watched Sherlock wrap gauze around the back of High Diving's hand.

"Adults don't understand, children don't understand, don't ask. Gao Qian replied solemnly.

Jiajia grimaced: "I know what you're doing, you're playing kissing, I've seen it before." ”

Sherlock's hand trembled suddenly, Gao Qian hissed in pain, and Sherlock quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

"It's okay......" Gao Qian turned to Jiajia embarrassedly, "Jiajia, me and your mother, nothing, I just, just want to ......" Gao Qian's face is still not thick enough, and he didn't make up this lie after thinking about it for a long time.

"Your Uncle Gao just wants to ask your mother something. Sherlock cleared the way.

"But why did Mom hug Uncle Gao tightly?" Jiajia asked persistently, "And why was Mom's face so red at that time, and why did she make strange noises, and kept calling her eldest brother's name......"

Sherlock's face was as red as a boiled lobster, and the high dive was also embarrassed.

"Jiajia!" Sherlock said forcefully, "Don't speak when you have food in your mouth." ”

"Oh," Jiajia slowly put a cookie in her mouth and suddenly cried, "I see." ”

"What do you know again?"

"Mommy loves big brother!"

"Nonsense!" Sherlock glared at Jiajia angrily, "Jiajia, if you don't shut up, go back to my room immediately." ”

Jiajia flattened her mouth aggrievedly and stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the air was even more awkward than it had been before.

Gao Qian cleared his throat: "Jiajia, you called me before and asked me to come over, is it because my mother killed a chicken?"

Jiajia nodded and shook her head again.

"What do you mean by that?" and shook his head. Gao Qian said inexplicably, he looked at Sherlock, and Sherlock was obviously a little confused: "Jiajia, why are you calling Uncle Gao?"

Jiajia looked at Sherlock, then at the high dive, suddenly jumped off the stool, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the door of the refrigerator.

As the refrigerator door opened, High Diving's mouth opened in surprise, and he looked at Sherlock, who was obviously equally surprised:

"Where did you get so many chickens?"

Jiajia complained: "Mom threw away Jiajia's juice and filled the refrigerator with these chickens, Jiajia said no, and Mom ignored Jiajia." ”

"I didn't ......," Sherlock stammered, "this, it's not...... I don't remember doing ......"

Gao Qian looked at Sherlock with a serious face: "It's not you, is it Jiajia?"

Sherlock looked at Jiajia, who was exposed, and shook his head weakly: "But, I don't remember that I killed so many chickens, I only ...... I have an impression of it, just ......"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stepped aside and sat heavily in his chair.

Gao Qian glanced at Jiajia, Jiajia leaned over and said softly: "Big brother, my mother looked so scary before, as if she had changed into a different person, she didn't know Jiajia, and she didn't pay attention to Jiajia, big brother, you must help her." ”

Gao Qian sighed slightly in his heart: "Don't worry, big brother won't care." ”