Sang Yi actually thought about building an intimate relationship, like a normal person.

But only if the system doesn't urge him to leave, or go to the next location.

He accepts separation, or whatever, well, but that doesn't mean he can immediately let go of his newfound intimacy and leave.

"It's an idea that ordinary people have." Sang Yi said.

"I don't have that in mind." Sherlock's words seem a bit mean and arrogant, "The so-called intimacy is just a burden, and it can even affect human thoughts and perceptions. ”

In just a short period of time, the number of times Sang Yi was helpless increased exponentially, and he said, "Mr. Detective, you are not an ordinary person, you don't have to bring yourself into this role. ”

The blonde woman finally finished eating, she stood up with her bag, and walked gracefully to Sang Yi's side, smiling brightly, "Sir, would you mind getting to know each other?" ”

On more than one occasion, Sherlock had learned from Watson and Mrs. Hudson that Son was a likable person, and that he always had suitors give gifts, and he had always scoffed at it.

I like it shallow and ignorant when I don't understand.

It was only now, after coming out with Sang Yi, that he realized that Sang Yi was indeed very likable.

Both men and women will like good-looking people, and over-looking people will notice regardless of race and gender.

"I'm sorry." Sang Yi smiled and refused, "You're beautiful miss." ”

The girl seemed to be a little regretful, she glanced at Sherlock across from Sang, and said, "I thought you were just friends. ”

Sang Yi was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's true. ”

Even, in Sherlock's opinion, he should not be a friend.

But Sherlock didn't tear it down.

He didn't look like he was thinking about Sang, he just didn't want to waste his words.

"Do you know the seven deadly sins?" Sherlock asked after the girl left.

The Seven Deadly Sins?

Sang looked at Sherlock suspiciously, not understanding why he had suddenly spoken of this.

"If you commit one of the seven deadly sins, it must be □□." Sherlock said.

"If you are presumptuous to say that, then Mr. Detective must be guilty of the crime called arrogance." Sang Yi didn't give in, "I'll be Mr. Detective and praise me for being likable." ”

Sherlock thought, arrogant? He also took it as a compliment on him from Sang.

After lunch, the rain outside gradually stopped, and even the streets looked a little desolate under the dim sky, perhaps because there were fewer people.

The street lamps stood there, looking down at the people who came and went.

"Is Mr. Detective going for a walk?" Sang Yi asked.

Sherlock straightened the collar of his coat and said, "Let's go, there should be nice air outside." ”

Sang Yi gripped the black handle of the umbrella, and Sherlock couldn't help but look at it more, he thought, this Oriental man was a little too white.

It seems to be an unhealthy white, a white that does not see the sun, like a legendary vampire.

Pale and pretty.

Of course, Sherlock doesn't have any pretty ideas, he just thinks that Sami is a vampire.

Doesn't the actor who plays the vampire in the drama also paint himself snow-white? If it's Sangyi, you don't need to paint it, you can go directly to the stage.

It's a rainy evening with a cool feeling.

Sherlock followed behind Sonny, looking at Sonny's fluffy blue fur and inexplicably itchy hands.

He reached out and pressed the handful of hairs on top of Sonny's head.

Sang Yi turned his head to look at Sherlock, who was still holding his hand up, his expression unchanged, "Your hair stands up." ”

Sang Yi reached out and pressed his hair, "And now?" ”

"It's still there." Sherlock said and pressed again.

Sangyi: "......"

Soft...... Sherlock seems to understand a little bit why those who have pets like to pet it, and it's really comfortable to touch.

By the way, he remembered that the little painter also seemed to have a black cat in his house.

"Mr. Detective?" Sang Yi's voice was a little depressed, "Aren't you okay?" ”

Sherlock withdrew his hand, and the handful of hair stood on end again.

I didn't pay attention when I sat opposite Sang Yi, but once I stood behind Sang Yi, I could see it, which was particularly conspicuous.

"I should have stood up while sleeping." Sherlock said, "I can't hold it down." ”

Sang Yi reached out and touched his head, "If you can't hold it down, forget it, it's okay, not many people will pay attention to this." ”

But Sherlock kept watching, and the pinch of blue dangled in front of his eyes, and he couldn't ignore it.

Sherlock had to speed up his pace and walk to Sunny again, no longer looking at Sunny Head, and then he felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Sang Yi asked, "Does Mr. Detective have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" ”

Sherlock said calmly, "Maybe." ”

What do you mean by "maybe".

Sang glanced at Sherlock again.

The great Mr. Detective had a solemn face, and a pair of eyes full of wisdom, which seemed a little cold and unapproachable.

In fact, Sherlock does not feel easy to get along with when he talks and acts.

But Sang Yi didn't care about that.

Cars drive by, splashing water stains.

Sami took two steps back, not forgetting to pull Sherlock.

"Mr. Detective." "Mrs. Hudson and I have gossiped about your relationship with Dr. Watson. ”

"What do I have to do with him?" Sherlock didn't know why.

"She used to think you two were a couple."

Sherlock: "......"

Sherlock grimaced, "Clearly, Mrs. Hudson is fooling you, and Dr. Watson and I are just simple friends. ”

"I can see it."

"Watson has said more than once in front of me that you are special." Sherlock looked at Sang, "Maybe he'll like you." ”

There were a lot of people coming and going in the theater next to it, and Sang Yi just didn't listen to Sherlock, and he glanced at the theater sign.

The theater is playing the story of Romeo and Juliet.

Sang Yi stretched out his finger and gently pulled Sherlock's sleeve and said, "Mr. Detective, are you going to see a play?" ”

Watching theater is also one of Sherlock's hobbies.

He certainly had no reason to refuse.

What's more, he gave himself a good reason, he hasn't seen through Sang Yi completely yet, and the more the two of them get along for a while, he will be able to observe this person more.

However, Sang Yi had not answered him. Sherlock thought that if Watson liked Sangyi, the two men seemed to be very good at life, and maybe they would be a good match.

That's not so good, either. Sherlock thought about it seriously, Watson didn't look like someone who would like someone all the time, maybe Watson would have preferred to start a family with a woman and have a child...... But Sang Yi should not want children, because children will tie him, and Sang Yi is not like someone who will be tied up.

Having no idea what was going on in Sherlock's head, Sang bought two tickets and entered the theater with Sherlock.

Because Romeo and Juliet were staged, it seems that there are more people who come to see the play.

Sang and Sherlock mingled in and looked a little out of place.

The actress on stage voiced a gentle and sad aria, "I want to live in a sweet dream." ”

Sherlock glanced at Sang Yi and said, "There is no good in living in a dream, after all, dreams can never come true, and once she wakes up, she will only face a harsher reality." ”

Sangyi: "...... She just didn't want to get married, she was in love with Romeo, wasn't she? ”

"Martyrdom is the stupidest thing to do." Sherlock said again.

Sangyi: "......"

"So." Sherlock said, "You should know that too. ”

Sang Yi was a little confused, not knowing what Sherlock meant, and Sherlock didn't seem to be talking about Juliet, but rather about him. Because, as Sherlock spoke, he kept looking at him, as if he was just trying to tell him something.

It's strange, what should he be clear?

Sang thought he wasn't indulging in any dreams.

The play ends with Juliet's death.

"It's time to go back." ”

It's raining outside again.

Pedestrians come and go in the night.

Sang Yi handed the umbrella to Sherlock, "Mr. Detective, please hold the umbrella. ”

Sherlock propped up his umbrella, and although Sang said something to trouble you, he didn't seem to hesitate to summon it.

Sherlock thought in hindsight that he had said so much to Sang today, and with their relationship, there were many things that shouldn't be said.

At least, it shouldn't be him.

Mrs. Hudson and Watson stood together, and when they heard the footsteps, they looked up in unison.

Sherlock paused, "Look at what?" ”

"Did you go out on a date?" Mrs. Hudson teased, "There are a lot of people who invite San, but San only goes out on a date with Sherlock, and it seems that your relationship is getting better and better." ”

"What a mess." Sherlock closed the umbrella, "Just having a meal together and watching a play by the way." ”

"Oh? Still watching a drama together? Mrs. Hudson was shocked, "Is it going so fast?" ”

Sang Yi looked gentle, "Just to thank Mr. Detective." ”

"Mr. Detective is called that, only Sang can be called that, right?" Mrs. Hudson laughed.

Sangyi: "......"

Sherlock said, "You can call it that, too." ”

"Forget it." Mrs. Hudson said, "It's a little pleasure that belongs to the two of you, and it's not good for me to call it that." ”

Sangyi: "......"

He began to reflect on what he had done to make Mrs. Hudson so insistent that he had a special relationship with Sherlock.

Watson walked behind Sanyi, "You don't have to take Mrs. Hudson's words to heart, she just talks about unforgiving, and I've been teased by her like that." ”

Sang Yi smiled, "I didn't take it to heart. ”

Sherlock at the front said, "Is Watson worried that Son likes me?" ”

This is the first time that Sang has heard his name from Sherlock's mouth, how do you say it? It's kind of weird.

Watson was amused, "Mulberry doesn't abuse himself, why should he like you?" ”

Sherlock felt a little unpleasant and irritated in his heart, and he thought to himself, then you are wrong, the little painter must be closer to me than you are to you.

Nian Nian seemed to know that his master was back, and as soon as Sang Yi opened the door, the cat rushed into his arms.

Sang Yi did not enter the house.

He stood in the doorway holding the cat, and Sherlock frowned and dragged him down.

He looked up at Sherlock, "Mr. Detective?" ”

"Someone in your house has entered." Sherlock said, "Your cat is restless. ”

Sang's heart jumped, and his first reaction was the strange suitor who always sneaked into his house.

"Not alone." Sherlock looked solemn, "It's not the same person as that person. ”

On the table are carefully drawn oil paintings, and the beauty of the oriental youth is fully revealed on the drawing paper.

"To my dearest muse, my angel."

It was written in the corner.

A chill ran down Sang's back as he slowly looked up at Sherlock.

Sherlock stared at this sentence for a long time and then looked at Sonny, his blue hair shining like a young man, indeed like an angel.

Watson glanced behind the two of them, and said, "San, if you're scared, go to our house tonight." ”