Maybe it's because Sherlock helped him, maybe it's because Sherlock has the confidence to speak, in short, with Sherlock's assurance, Sang Yi inexplicably relieved his heart and felt quite secure.

He whispered, "Shall I give you some noodles to eat now?" ”

"Don't you know how to cook?" Sherlock said.

"Hmm." Sang Yi replied, "It's just the next noodle without difficulty, so there shouldn't be any problem." ”

"Need help?"

"No, you can rest for a while."

Sherlock stood at the entrance of the kitchen and looked at the back of Sang, who was wearing a very simple white T-shirt that hung loosely on his body, and his slender waist could be seen in the movement, and his fluffy and slightly curly hair looked shiny even in the kitchen.

Sherlock's heart twitched slightly.

It's hard to explain, but when he sees Sang, he does unconsciously soften.

"You can sit for a while." Sang Yi turned his head and said in a brisk tone, "I'm a little uncomfortable that you look at me like this. ”

Why is it uncomfortable?

Sherlock's eyes darkened, and he took a step back to study the videos and messages on Sony's phone, no longer looking at Son.

Sherlock looked at it twice, and roughly locked in the direction of the van from the sound.

By his guess, the two men would not leave Baker Street either, so the scope was narrowed again.

And that cap, judging from his work, he is a typical crazy artist.

And the other person, inferring from those gifts, also—

The water in the kitchen rattled and there was a knock on the door.

Sang Yi spoke, "Mr. Detective, please open the door. ”

Sherlock's thoughts were not interrupted, he opened the door, and Watson asked, "How's it going?" ”

Sherlock said, "It's locked. ”

"Mrs. Hudson told you to eat—"

Before Watson could finish his sentence, Sherlock was about to close the door.

Watson: "......"

Sherlock said calmly, "Sang Yi is making me noodles to eat, you go eat it, don't worry about me." ”

Watson: "You ......"

"It's closed, bye."

Sherlock closed the door mercilessly, in a good mood.

The sound of water in the kitchen stopped, and Sang Yi's head poked out, "Mr. Detective, who is it?" Is it the police? ”

"It's not." Sherlock replied, "Wrong." ”

Sang Yi nodded blankly.

"Those two aren't going to leave Baker Street, so don't worry." Sherlock was relieved, "When I have determined their location, I will call the useless cops." ”

Sangyi: "......"

He said dryly, "Oh. ”

"We'll go after eating." Sherlock added, "So don't worry. ”

Hearing this, Sang Yi rarely showed his emotions, and he shouted: "My noodles! ”

Sherlock: "......"

The noodles were in a mess in the pot, and Sang Yi was a little at a loss, "This, I ......"

"It's okay, it's not wasted." Sherlock looked composed, "Eat and let's go, and don't waste time." ”

"But this ......"

"I'm not a picky eater." Mr. Detective said with a clear conscience.

"Last time you were in the restaurant, you said the steak didn't taste good. ”

Sherlock: "Well, I'll fix it, I'm not a picky eater in what you did. ”

Sang Yi was stunned, and he said, "I still won't eat this." ”

"I'll eat." Sherlock stops Say's movements.

He picked up the noodles and put the sauce in them, rolled them up and put them in his mouth, swallowed them under Sang Yi's nervous gaze, and said, "It doesn't look good, but it tastes okay." ”

"Really?" Sang Yi didn't believe it, he felt unpalatable when he looked at it.

The first time he cooked, he failed like this, and Sang Yi was full of frustration in his heart.

"Really." Sherlock tried to convince Sani, "If you don't believe it, try it." ”

Sang Yi stared at the bowl of pasta that looked barely pale-looking with the sauce, and he had actually washed the cabbage, but he had forgotten to put it in and cook it.

"Come on, try." Sherlock rolled up the dough and handed it to Sonny's mouth, his expression looking extraordinarily sincere.

“……”

Sang Yi finally took a bite, but he didn't actually taste anything, maybe it was because of the sauce that it wasn't so hard to swallow.

Sherlock said, "Look, it's not unpleasant, is it?" There is still room for improvement. ”

Sang Yi had no choice but to nod.

Sherlock took the noodles to the living room and continued to eat, and Sang realized that Sherlock had used this fork before, and now Sherlock continued to use it.

Although there is no cleanliness fetish, such a relationship ...... Isn't it a little too intimate?

Sang stared at Sherlock before stopping.

Mr. Detective looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Fork ......," Sang Yi hesitated at this point, "should it be better to change it?" ”

"Oh." Sherlock instantly comprehended what Sang Yi meant, and he was extremely calm, "Isn't it normal for brothers to have a closer relationship?" ”

Is this intimacy the same?

Sang Yi didn't know very well, he maintained a gentleman's friendship with everyone, and although there were many people who tried to befriend him, he didn't pay much attention to it.

And now Sherlock says it's like that between brothers.

He asked softly, "Are you and Dr. Watson like that?" ”

Of course not.

Sherlock said, "Watson is a man with a great sense of distance. ”

Sang Yi chuckled, "I thought Mr. Detective was the one with a sense of distance. ”

Sherlock said, "I'm not, I'm approachable. ”

Does Sherlock also joke? Sang Yi laughed again.

Sherlock stared at Samye's smiling face, wondering what he was thinking, he quickly finished his pasta and said, "Let's go, the plate will come back and wash it again." ”

Sang Yi snorted, he had indeed been worried about the cat's safety, because the person in the back hadn't sent any more messages.

"Do you know where they are?" Sang Yi asked as he took his phone, "Can I call the police station now?" ”

"Yes." Sherlock glanced at the thin T-shirt on Sunny and grabbed a coat in his hand, "It's been a cold night lately, so it's better to wear a coat." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Detective." Sang Yi said as he put his clothes back on.

It's a little chilly outside.

Sang Yi shuddered unconsciously.

Seeing this, Sherlock asked, "Still cold?" ”

Sang Yi shook his head, and he whispered, "I'm just worried......"

Covered with a warm and generous palm, Mr. Detective said again, "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

The warmth of his hand still had a soothing power, and Sang's heart calmed down a little again, and he pursed his lips, letting Sherlock hold his hand.

Sherlock seemed to have a clear goal, he had already simulated the psychology of the two men, and guessed where they were supposed to be.

The truck stopped under the streetlight, and the tall man biting the cigarette butt squinted, "Is the cat still alive?" ”

"Alive." Cap said.

"Even a cat is better than us." The man muttered, "He never looked at me in the eye, I followed him every time he was outside, he never looked at me." ”

The cap didn't speak, he didn't want to work with this man, but he was discovered when he invaded Sonny's house.

Perhaps the man did it on purpose, because from the very beginning, the man was inducing him.

The cat's faint meow sounded, looking particularly pitiful.

Sangyi's footsteps paused.

His ears twitched slightly, then he looked at Sherlock, "I hear the screams of the years. ”

Sherlock said, "I see it." ”

The van was parked there, and on the surface it looked normal, the driver was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, and the person next to him was wearing a peaked cap, and the expression on his face looked extraordinarily excited and distorted.

"But the police haven't come yet."

"The car is not the man either, he is not the driver." Sherlock observes the man in the driver's seat.

"The police didn't come." Sanyi pulled Sherlock, "Don't go there. ”

Sherlock could hear the nervousness and anxiety in Sony's voice and asked, "You're worried about me?" ”

"Don't worry, it's just two people, one is like you, painting all year round, and the other is ...... He doesn't look like a very powerful person. Sherlock was clearly dismissive of the two men, "I'm totally fine with them. ”

"But what if they have weapons?" Sang grabbed Sherlock tighter, "I'm not going to fight, Mr. Detective. ”

Sherlock stared at the hand that was being held tightly by Son, feeling inexplicably happy, and said, "You wait here for the police, go and rescue the cat when they are unprepared, and leave the rest to me!" ”

After a pause, Sherlock's voice softened by two points, "Is that okay?" ”

Sang Yi opened his mouth slightly, he wanted to say no, but Sherlock didn't give him a chance to speak, and pulled his hand away.

Sang Yi didn't dare to follow, he really wouldn't fight, and he could only pull back in the past, and at this time he could only press his mobile phone frantically to call the police.

"I say, rats hiding in the gutter." Sherlock's voice rang out, "Isn't it fun to be scared in the back and watch the person you like?" ”

The cap turned around at once, and he said, "Sherlock Holmes." ”

"I'm so famous." Sherlock said, "But being known by someone like you is not a joy at all. ”

The tall man's face turned hideous, "Sherlock Holmes, it's you, it's all you." ”

He jumped out of the car and looked at Sherlock with a sneer, "Do you think you can take us away?" ”

Sherlock shrugged slightly, "It's just that you've made the little painter unhappy, so I'm upset too." ”

Sang Yi clenched his phone, he hated for the first time that he was a scumbag, otherwise he would never have been hiding and letting Sherlock deal with those two people now.

The cat's barking became more and more urgent, as if it smelled the breath of its owner.

Sang calmed himself down, he had to figure out a way.

At the very least, you can't hold Sherlock back.

Sherlock and the tall man seem to have the upper hand in their fights, and Mr. Detective, who looks tall, has a lot of power in his fists.

The cap, not knowing what he had done in the car, jumped off, and he went around behind the two men who were fighting, and suddenly said, "Sherlock Holmes, stop, or I'm going to shoot." ”

Shoot?

Sang Yi raised his head suddenly, the cap was really holding the gun, the muscles on his face trembled, and his hands trembled, "Genius detective, you didn't expect me to carry a gun, did you?" ”

Sherlock stopped slowly, he didn't look back, just looked coldly at the man in front of him, "He has a gun, and he will attack you too, right?" Your alliance doesn't look strong, and you don't know he has a gun. ”

This was sowing discord, and the man knew it well, but he also knew that the cap really didn't tell him he had a gun.

So it goes without saying what the cap wants to do, maybe it was for itself in the first place.

Peaked hat shook his hand close to Sherlock, and he asked, "Where's Sang?" ”

"It doesn't matter to you where Sami is, Mouse."

Sherlock counted the footsteps, and suddenly turned sharply and kicked the cap's hand.

The cap didn't have time to react, and □□ was thrown far to the ground.

Sang Yi's eyebrows moved, staring at the □□ that came to the door, and picked it up without the slightest hesitation.

His grip on the gun was unexpectedly steady, and he said, "Stop." ”

stop。

"Sang ......" the cap's gaze gradually became obsessive, "You are here, are you here to see me?" ”

Sang Yi's expression was cold, "No...... I don't want to see you at all, I don't know who you are, but what you're doing makes me sick. ”

Sherlock seemed a little surprised, he didn't expect the weak-looking young man to hold the gun steadily.

The sound of the police car is getting closer and closer, just like in the movie, and it is always at the end that the police show up.

Sherlock made the policeman angry again, and the angry policeman gritted his teeth.

Sherlock then looked at Son, who was still firmly holding his hand/gun and looking at him steadily.

Sherlock approached Sang and asked, "Are you scared?" ”

Sang Yi shook his head for a moment, holding the heavy hand/gun, he really didn't feel scared, but had a sense that if those two people would hurt Sherlock, he would definitely shoot.

"Do you know how to fire this gun?" Sherlock held Thorny's hand holding the gun, his voice was as secure as ever, but it seemed to be smiling, "Little painter, the hand/gun is not loaded at all." ”