It's about Sangyi.

Something was about to come out of his head, but it was so shocking that Sherlock couldn't help but wonder if he was overthinking it.

Maybe it just means that Sang Yi has been in a plane crash.

And now Sangyi.

Sherlock forced his gaze to Son.

He crouched down next to the youth, then leaned down to feel Sangyi's breathing and body temperature.

There was a knock on the door.

Sonny's eyelashes fluttered.

Sherlock reached out and covered Tsun's ear, and only after Shylock was back asleep did Sherlock get up and open the door.

He looked at Watson outside the door with some unhappiness, "Early in the morning, what are you doing?" ”

Watson wondered, "You're the one who is so angry in the morning, what are you doing?" ”

Sherlock: "......"

Is he very angry?

"Is Sang awake?" Watson asked.

"Didn't wake up." Sherlock said, "I didn't sleep all night painting, so don't bother him." ”

Watson: "? ”

Sherlock was about to close the doorknob as he gripped it, "Go back to your house if it's okay." ”

"Sherlock." Watson leaned against the door, smiling without smiling, "Did you forget?" The house on the other side is also yours, and you have stayed here for one night, and you are not staying with him for long, and you should come out now. ”

Sherlock looked at Watson warily, "You really like him?" ”

"What does this have to do with you?" Watson asked, "What do you do to look like a thief?" ”

Sherlock pondered for a moment and said, "He is now being targeted by men full of malice, and since I have accepted his commission, of course I should be careful." ”

Watson asked, "That's it?" ”

"Or else?" Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"How did you sleep last night?" Watson asked.

"How else can I sleep?"

"Sleeping together?"

"I told you he painted all night."

Watson asked, "And what about him now?" ”

"On the couch."

Watson: "......"

"You slept in someone's bed and let people sleep on the sofa?" Watson was incredulous, "You didn't even carry him back to bed?" ”

Sherlock: "......"

Do you need it?

"You ......" Watson exhaled deeply, then wiped his face, "Your emotional intelligence is probably all used to solve crimes, right?" ”

Sherlock was so upset that he closed the door despite Watson's resistance.

Then he took a step back and looked at the man trapped in the couch.

Sleeping on the couch, poor young man.

Thinking of Watson's words, Sherlock bent down and picked up Sunny up.

He thought that it was indeed not very comfortable to fall asleep on the sofa, after all, he had slept in someone's bed all night, and it was better to send the person back to bed.

But.

This man is so light.

Are all Orientals so thin?

Or is it because you eat too little?

Sherlock thought for a moment and put Sang Yi on the bed.

This bed, he slept on last night, and now Sang Yi slept on it again, and Sherlock inexplicably had a strange feeling that he and Sang had shared the same bed.

Such a thought made Sherlock tap his head.

Am I crazy, right? In just one day and one night, Sherlock thought for the second time.

He stopped looking at Sang Yi and exited the bedroom to stand in front of the canvas.

Sherlock looked at the painting on the canvas.

He tried to dissect more of Sang Yilai from this painting.

He can analyze other people, and he can analyze Sanyi.

The phone rang for a moment, and Sherlock suddenly remembered that Sang didn't seem to be exchanging contact information with him, it should be more than that, he hadn't even seen Sang touch his phone.

Sherlock snapped back the message, but his eyes were off his phone and he was scanning Son's room.

Once again, he realized the fact that Sang was not prepared to stay here for long.

The room was empty, and it was clear at a glance that there were no personal belongings, and it was too clean and empty.

Except for the smell of Sanyi on the bed, the owner of this room does not seem to have set foot in any other place.

And the outside is the same, the place that belongs to Sanyi with the most breath is the canvas by the window.

A new case has been received.

Sherlock put his phone back in his pocket.

He took one last look at Sang before leaving Sang Yi's house.

……

It was already afternoon when Sang Yi woke up.

His mind was a little foggy, and he fell into bed for a moment before he realized that he should be on the couch.

So...... Could it be Sherlock who carried him to bed?

Is this Mr. Detective so caring?

He rinsed his mouth, stared at the person in the mirror, and then slowly opened the door when he heard a knock.

The one who knocked on the door was Watson.

The other party carried bread and said with a smile, "You shouldn't have eaten, right?" ”

Sangyi's yawn got stuck in his throat and he nodded blankly, he hadn't eaten.

"Come on." Watson handed the bread to Son, "Eat something first, Mrs. Hudson is cooking." ”

Sang Yi took it stunned and said, "Thank you, Dr. Watson, but ......"

"If you're going to ask Sherlock, he's out early in the morning." Watson said, "I happened to be resting today, thinking that you didn't sleep last night and should wake up late today, and you definitely don't have time to cook." ”

Sang Yi hurriedly stepped aside and said, "Thank you, you come and sit down for a while, and I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

Watson followed Sang Yi into the house, his eyes scanning the room and smiling, "You look empty here." ”

"Yes." Sang Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "Too many things will look disorganized, I'm a bit lazy, I don't like to tidy up the house, it's better to just empty it." ”

"I'm actually good at tidying up the house." Watson smiled.

Sang handed Watson the water, and said, "That's wonderful, I've always envied people who keep the house in order." ”

Watson spoke in a brisk tone, "If you don't mind, I can help you too." ”

Sang Yi laughed, "Where can I trouble you like this? I'm fine with this now. ”

"It's just that there doesn't seem to be much popularity in the house." At this point, Watson paused, "I mean, as if you don't have any intention of living for long. ”

"Well...... "I'm not sure," Sang said. ”

"You really don't have any plans to stay on Baker Street for long?" Watson was a little surprised, "It should be pretty good here, and it's perfect for you to draw, isn't it?" ”

"Yes." Sang Yi smiled, but the emotion between his eyebrows gradually faded, "It's not that I want to stay where I want to stay for a long time. ”

Watson looked at Sang Yi steadily, and said before the other party wondered, "You should be willing to be able to stabilize in one place for a long time, right?" ”

……

It was evening when Sherlock returned.

He stared at the door of Samyi's room for a moment, then withdrew his gaze back into the house.

Watson seemed to be in a good mood, he looked at Sherlock with his glass and asked, "Are you going to leave London for a while?" ”

Sherlock took off his coat and turned to look at Watson.

"I chatted with Sang for a while this afternoon."

Sherlock's men slowed down by half a beat, and he said, "That's not surprising at all." ”

Watson muttered to himself, "I think I'm a good fit for him." ”

Sherlock said, "Really? ”

Is it?

He didn't think so.

Sang Yi wouldn't like Watson at first glance.

Sherlock stared at the moonlight outside the window and sat up again.

He felt a little hot-headed, and his whole body was in high spirits at this moment.

As for what to do now?

Sherlock got out of bed, opened the door, and knocked on Samny's door.

The door was pulled open from the inside, and the young man rubbed his wet hair and looked up at Sherlock, as if a little surprised, "Mr. Detective?" You're back? ”

"Hmm." Sherlock's gaze slid over Samyi's misty eyelashes, and he felt himself hotter, "Bathing?" ”

"Yes." Sang Yi stepped aside, "Come in." ”

Sherlock came into the house and asked, "Did that person come here today?" ”

"Nope." "I've been home all day today, maybe he's afraid of being exposed...... Well, in fact, I already have a suspicion. ”

"That's good." Sherlock calmed his feverish head, "Watson said he came to you in the afternoon. ”

After all, after taking Sang's case, Sherlock thought, he still had to take responsibility for his reputation.

"Dr. Watson is very caring." "He also brought me bread. ”

"Bringing a loaf of bread is intimate?" Sherlock seemed a little dismissive, "I thought he was here to cook for you." ”

Sangyi: "......"

How this Mr. Detective speaks in a weird way.

"He can cook, why don't you cook for you?"

"Why do people cook for me?" Sang Yi asked blankly.

Sherlock asked, "And what did you eat in the afternoon besides bread?" ”

"Mrs. Hudson's lunch." Sang Yi said.

Sherlock said, "Oh, you ate with Watson and Mrs. Hudson?" ”

Sang Yi nodded inexplicably, "That's right." ”

How did he feel that Sherlock seemed to be very upset? No, this Mr. Detective is really wrong.

Sherlock also seemed to realize that his attitude was strange, and he coughed and asked, "And what did you talk about this afternoon?" ”

"Huh?" Sang Yi hung up the towel and recalled, "I didn't talk about anything. ”

"Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock said firmly, "she said she was going to introduce you to someone, right?" ”

Sang glanced at Sherlock with some surprise.

"Your expression betrays you." Sherlock sneered, "It seems that you feel alone and lonely. ”

Sangyi: "......" It's normal for a person to feel lonely, isn't it?

He thought Sherlock was strange, and he came to him at night just to find out what they had talked about in the afternoon.

Sherlock seemed a little restless, and even Son could see it, his gaze falling on the other's somewhat reddened face.

Sang Yi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Detective, are you feeling unwell?" ”

"No, not at all." Sherlock said.

Didn't you? But he really felt that something was wrong with Sherlock.

Sang Yi reached out and probed Sherlock's forehead, and the other party's eyes widened and seemed to be a little excited, "What are you doing?" ”

"You don't have to react like that." Sang Yi was a little helpless, "You have a fever, didn't you find out?" ”

"Fever? What fever? I didn't. Mr. Detective was convinced, "I'm in my right mind. ”

He only felt that the little painter's palms were cold and comfortable, and such an idea was obviously wrong, and if he was sick, it could be completely explained.

But Sherlock didn't think he was sick.

He stared solemnly at Son's hand, as if that soft hand would murder him.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sang Yi whispered softly like a child, "Mr. Detective, you don't have a fever, but you may be feeling a little unwell right now, do you need me to call you Dr. Watson?" ”

Obviously, his tone was so gentle, but it was Dr. Watson.

"I see." Sherlock did feel like his mind was too clear, "You're just looking for an excuse to see Dr. Watson, right?" Otherwise, how could you call him in the middle of the night when you say I'm sick? ”