"Da Da Da" footsteps sounded behind him......

Sherlock didn't think it was a good idea to stare directly at the pin, so he turned his attention to the portrait of Nightingale on the wall.

The next second, the doctor named John Watson came into view, straightened the folds in the cuffs of his shirt, and sat down on the other side of his desk...... But he didn't speak immediately.

I don't want to disturb the person in front of me to appreciate the girl in the portrait.

Sherlock quickly realized this, smiled and retracted his gaze, "It seems that all doctors' offices will have a portrait of [Nightingale] hanging on it." ”

"Of course, she is an angel and deserves to be worshipped by all medical workers." Watson said, looking at the painting as well, and stared at it for about a second or two: "But you and I both know that people's admiration for her must not only come from her noble character and medical skills, but also partly because of ...... She's so beautiful. ”

......

Nightingale's beauty is undoubted, and in fact, this girl should be regarded as the most beautiful woman in the entire empire...... It is so beautiful that if one day, this girl and a certain man break out in love, then the next day, this man will carry the jealousy and curse of all the men in the empire and die tragically.

"I love beautiful things, and Lord Nightingale is the most beautiful person I can imagine." Watson's tone carried the most sincere compliment.

Sherlock also nodded, although everyone has a different definition of beauty, but for the beauty of this girl, maybe the entire empire can reach a tacit unity.

But at the same time, he also noticed a small detail;

That's ...... The doctor in front of him, though he spoke and spoke like a gentleman of the finest, seemed to have a strange little habit of sticking the index finger and thumb of his left hand together, as if he were gently kneading something.

"Now there are announcements on the streets and alleys, and in a little more than a month, His Excellency Nightingale, who travels around the empire, will pass through London, and I really don't know what the citizens of London will be excited about at that time."

"I promise that the chapel will be empty that morning."

"Hahaha————"

Watson, who undoubtedly knows how to close the distance between himself and others, said jokingly, and then took out a piece of paper with handwriting from the drawer:

"So Mr. Sherlock, how about we begin the psychological evaluation?"

"Of course."

After receiving permission, Watson took out a pen and prepared to take notes.

During this time, the index finger and thumb of his left hand were never separated.

"First of all, if you meet a citizen of the Empire who is being attacked by a demon, and you don't have a weapon by your side, will you:

Option 1: Escape.

Option 2: .......

This is followed by the second question......"

His articulation is very clear, his attitude is also very serious, and the two of them have carried out the process of about three or four questions.

But at this moment......

Sherlock hesitated suddenly, and then whispered without a head or a tail:

"You're boring, aren't you?"

Watson was stunned for a moment, and raised his good-looking eyes.

"Maybe it's a bit presumptuous for me to ask directly, but ...... Do you really want to do this useless test? ”

The doctor in front of him is very handsome, very professional, and his work attitude is very serious, even his sitting posture, dress, and conversation are so meticulous, so from what point of view, he is that kind of ...... It is necessary to complete this mental assessment seriously.

But the detective in front of him asked such a question very abruptly.

Bored?

How can a serious person be given the word 'boring'? It's a bit disrespectful to think about it.

So Watson still didn't answer, which caused the two of them to only look at each other across a desk, and it took more than ten seconds.

During this time, Watson's eyes were fixed on each other, then slowly narrowed until they bent into a beautiful arc similar to a smile.

But barely a single pupil leaked.

After another half a minute, he finally spoke, "It's really a little boring. ”

"That's it." Sherlock leaned back in his chair lazily: "In fact, this kind of test, as long as you use a little brain, you can know what kind of result each option represents." You can tell that I'm the kind of person who can use my brain a little...... So, let's stop here, I'll go home, you're busy with something more meaningful, and when you're done, just fill in a score that you think you can fool around, how about it...... Brothers? ”

Watson's smile became more and more beautiful, and he tilted his head, revealing a moment of cuteness, but he could feel that his eyes were looking through the narrow gap that narrowed to observe Mr. Detective opposite:

"It's a bit out of the process, but it's a good idea;" He said, then hesitated slightly.

But in the end, he responded to Sherlock's title:

"Brothers......

......

......

In fact, the word brother is quite strange.

According to incomplete statistics, if two people do something very 'decent' together, such as planting trees together, worshipping the Holy Light together, catching a thief together, etc., the 'brotherhood' between them is actually not so strong.

If, on the other hand, the two of them peeked at the nun bathing together, were chased by the sheriff for setting up a stall in the Holy Light Square, and when they were taking the final exam at the convent, a small note full of answers was handed behind them;

The brotherly relationship between these two people will become very porcelain.

Man is such a very lowly creature, and when he shows his righteous or moral side to each other, he will reduce it to a disguise for no reason in his heart; But once two people show each other's dirty side of their hearts, even if it's just a little bit, they will greatly gain each other's favor.

Therefore, morality is most likely a false product of wisdom, and the human heart will always yearn for the dirty, fornicated, and selfish side.

Sherlock and Watson smiled at each other and shook hands like heroes.

"Goodbye."

"No need to send ....."

"Of course."

In this way, Sherlock saved more than half an hour of boredom and left the White Thorn Security Company.

And the doctor, John Watson, was still sitting in his chair after he left the office, still smiling on his face, and the index finger and thumb of his left hand were still pressed together, kneading gently......

"Seems to be a very interesting person." He muttered to himself, finally stopping his movements, and then parting his fingers.

And on the tip of the index finger, there was a pushpin inserted into the root.

Watson casually pulled out the pushpin, bringing out a lot of blood, and put the tip of it between his lips, licking the blood off it.

When he had done this, he seemed a little lost, and as if he hadn't enjoyed it, he stuck the thumbtack into his bloody finger again.

Thinking about the detective who had just left, and the other party's eyes that had almost seen through themselves.......

"Life...... Isn't it going to get a little more interesting? ”

He muttered.