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The young girl was drunk, her soft red lips gently pressed against the man's lip flap, and then opened her mouth and bit his lower lip.

Holmes suddenly came back to his senses, leaning back quickly, widening the distance between the two.

Holmes couldn't help but frown, "What are you doing?" ”

The girl sitting on the barstool tilted her head slightly, her long chestnut hair hung down on her shoulders like a waterfall, and her expression was innocent and dazed: "I'm helping you confirm my identity." ”

"You've touched my hair and kissed me. It feels the same as before, right? ”

"It can't be different, because Agatha is me, and I am Agatha."

Sherlock Holmes: "......"

There was a slight pain in his lower lip, and he licked the bite and looked at Agatha with a blank face.

The young lady Rivoraki smiled lightly, showed two overly cute tiger teeth, and asked him, "Sherlock, who do you say I am?" ”

Holmston felt a headache and said calmly: "You are drunk, I don't care about you." ”

Agatha let out an "oh" and continued to smile cutely at him, "So are you sure I'm your fiancée?" ”

Sherlock Holmes looked at the little drunken cat in front of him, speechless.

To tell you the truth, I'm afraid I can't confirm it anymore.

Agatha jumped out of the high chair and walked a little unsteadily to the couch, and Holmes was terrified to follow her, and he regretted letting Agatha drink.

Drinking and spitting out the truth is all nonsense.

Agatha walked to the couch and nestled herself on the couch, clutching the pillow in her hand, "Sherlock, I'm dizzy." ”

- The murmuring voice is soft, as if she is coquettish to her lover.

Holmes's tone was a little stiff, "I won't faint when I wake up." ”

Agatha looked at him with a faint gaze and a dark tone: "How can you behave so ruthlessly? ”

Sherlock holmes:???

Agatha looked resentful, and knelt on the sofa to approach him, "Your fiancée is dizzy, you should behave gently and considerately and hold her in the palm of your hand." ”

She held out her finger to poke him in the face.

Holmes subconsciously dodged, and Agatha pounced, falling off the couch with a crooked body.

Holmes had no choice but to hurriedly go over to fish for people, and the consequence of fishing people was that he lay flat on the carpet as a meat pad, and Agatha pressed on him.

Holmes's hands were still on Agatha's waist, and the soft, warm touch made his brain tingle, and he immediately let go of his hands.

Agatha was lying on his chest, her blue eyes puzzled: "You let me drink, and I did." You want to confirm who I am, and I let you do that. I'm so generous and well-behaved, can't I make you behave gently and considerately? What else are you not satisfied with? ”

As she spoke, she sighed softly, resting her chin on the hands that folded Holmes's chest.

It happened suddenly, and Holmes didn't know what he was going to do at the moment.

In his past life, he had never encountered such an absurd scene as this moment.

The faint scent of flowers filled the air again, as if enveloping him.

Holmes sighed softly, "Agatha, you get up first." ”

But in response to him was Agatha's long, steady breathing.

- The drunken cat actually fell asleep on top of him.

Sherlock Holmes: "......"

and thou shalt not live.

After Watson moved into the Baker Street apartment, he never imagined that Holmes would be in a relationship with the opposite sex, let alone see Holmes and a woman hugging each other.

So when Watson, who had returned to his Baker Street apartment on a date with his sweetheart, opened the door and saw Holmes lying on the carpet with Agatha in his arms, the impact was comparable to that of seeing the sun rise in the west.

Watson's hand was on the doorknob, his face froze, and he subconsciously apologized: "Sorry, excuse me." ”

I really didn't expect Sherlock to be so enthusiastic and unrestrained if he didn't open his mind.

Watson had mixed feelings.

Sherlock Holmes: "......"

Sherlock Holmes, who was suppressed by Agatha, resisted the urge to scold the street, "I'm sorry, you're back just in time!" ”

Watson:???

To be honest, he didn't see how good the timing was for his return.

Holmes finally couldn't hold back, he pushed Agatha, who was asleep on his chest, to the side, and got up with a confused expression, "Didn't you see her asleep?" ”

Watson glanced at him, "I see, but does it have anything to do with you holding her?" ”

Sherlock Holmes touched his face and explained, "I know what you're thinking, but you're misunderstood. Agatha was drinking with me and accidentally drank too much. She wanted to rest on the couch, but she didn't sit down properly and fell off the couch. In order to prevent her lovely and beautiful face from falling and her nose was blue and swollen, I took a hand to grab her and fell on the carpet with her. ”

Watson blinked and nodded slowly.

He took off his coat and hung it up, changed his shoes, and then walked into the living room.

In the living room, Holmes is leaning over, picking up Agatha from the carpet and placing her on the couch.

When Watson saw his actions, he still had the feeling that he was dreaming.

Watson: "You never drink with ladies. ”

Sherlock Holmes: "Yes, but today is a special situation, and I want to do an experiment." ”

Watson: "What experiment?" ”

Holmes was silent, choosing the latter between concealment and honesty: "The experiment of drinking and spitting out the truth." ”

Watson laughed, "There is no drunken spitting of the truth, Sherlock, alcohol only has a dehibitive effect on the human brain, and taciturn people suddenly become talkative after drinking, because alcohol numbs their reason, but it does not mean that they are telling the truth." ”

Sherlock Holmes laid the man on the couch and buried it, not even a blanket for the young lady.

Watson walked over and placed a thin blanket on the armrest of the couch over Agatha.

Agatha's eyes were closed, her pretty face flushed with drunkenness, and she slept peacefully and carefree.

Watson clasped his hands around his chest and said to Holmes, "Sherlock, this young lady seems to trust you very much, but you have a lot of suspicions about her. ”

Sherlock Holmes defended: "I just wonder how a person can change so dramatically in just half a month, and I suspect that she is a fake." ”

Watson almost wanted to roll his eyes at Sherlock Holmes, "Maybe it's because you've never really known her." ”

"Impossible." Holmes said categorically, "I'm pretty sure what kind of girl Agatha is bent on marrying Escott. ”

The little maid he knows is a little clever, not deep-minded, and a love brain, and when she is emotional, she can't wait to dig out her heart and lungs to the person she likes.

She's never been able to keep up with calmness and composure.

But Agatha, who appeared in front of him now, revealed strange things everywhere. The point is, she knows that she is acting weird, but she has no fear.

She knew what he was suspicious of, but she deliberately dangled in front of him, and even took the initiative to send it to the door for him to check.

His sanity told him that this Agatha was not the one he knew.

But every feature on Agatha's body, the tear mole under the corner of her eye, the red mole near her right collarbone, even the touch of her hair and red lips...... It's exactly the same as I remember.

Holmes was also a little confused, and he didn't know how to explain it to Watson, because some of the mysteries in Agatha didn't apply to deductive reasoning, and they couldn't be explained by science.

Watson looked at Holmes, who looked a little dazed, and couldn't help but smile.

"Sherlock, maybe it's not that complicated. The truth is that in that short month and a half, Agatha didn't really know Escott, and you didn't really know Agatha either, that's all. ”

Holmes frowned: "...... This explanation doesn't convince me. ”

"But convinced me." Watson smiled, he didn't want Holmes to get into Agatha's affairs, so he changed the subject, "Mrs. Hudson said that Mr. Lesterred came to visit in the afternoon, is there any case?" ”

Speaking of the case, Holmes no longer dwelled on it, he picked up the morning newspaper scattered on the coffee table, and went to the bar with Watson.

==

Agatha slept groggily all afternoon, and was awakened by the sound of rain outside, just before it was dark.

In the evening of winter, it is still raining, which is more suitable for sleeping.

This sleep was the most restful sleep she had since she crossed.

She should have tried it a long time ago, knowing that drinking had such a miraculous effect.

Agatha closed her eyes and did not want to open them, but Holmes was probably bored to the point of being beaten, and he began to play the violin again, in a strange tune that Agatha could no longer sleep peacefully.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by Sherlock Holmes sitting in the armchair opposite.

Holmes, dressed in casual clothes, put the violin on his lap, and pulled the strings with one hand, seeing Agatha open her eyes, her thick eyebrows slightly raised, "It's not a good habit to drink and sleep in a strange man's house." ”

Agatha thought to herself that it was indeed not a good habit, but if the strange man was Sherlock Holmes, what did it matter?

Sherlock Holmes was born not to fall in love, let alone to be in love, and there is no woman in this world who can touch Holmes's heart.

Agatha sat up, surprised to find herself covered with a small blanket.

Sherlock Holmes's tone was very indifferent: "Watson is afraid that you will catch a cold, so help you cover it." ”

Agatha blinked, "oh", and asked, "What about Dr. Watson?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Watson, who was wearing a bear apron, came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand, "Sherlock, how ripe are you going to fry the steak?" ”

- Looks like a heartbroken old mother for a picky eater.

He was a little surprised when he saw Agatha wake up, and smiled gently: "You drank too much in the afternoon, how do you feel now?" What do you want for dinner? Is pasta and vegetable soup OK? ”

She and Watson had only met yesterday, and Agatha's heart was warm to receive such a caring greeting from him.

She took the blanket off her body, then put on her shoes and walked into the kitchen, "I can do it, Dr. Watson, I'll help you." ”

Watson was about to refuse, when a knock sounded at the door.

Watson smiled: "Agatha, can I please open the door?" ”

Agatha readily agreed, and she straightened her appearance and went to open the door.

The man was Peterson, a doorman, a middle-aged man with a goatee, who held an old felt hat in his hand and a large white goose in his arms.

When Peterson saw Agatha, he smiled, "Beautiful Miss, you must be Miss Duran, the new tenant whom Mrs. Hudson has so much praise for." It's a pleasure to see you in Sherlock's apartment, is Sherlock there? ”

"Yes, what's wrong with you?"

Agatha opened the door and made a gesture of please.

Peterson walked into the house, "It's not me who has a problem, it's the goose I'm holding that has a problem." ”

Agatha thought she had misheard, "What? ”

Carried in Peterson's arms, the white goose craned its neck and quacked twice at Agatha, as if to prove to her that it really had something to do with Holmes.

Agatha: "......"

All right.

Even the goose that came to Sherlock Holmes was extraordinary and had a different story.

This big white goose may be a goose that has become a sperm.