Mr. Sherlock Holmes was probably the most contradictory collection in the world.
When he threw himself into a case,
He had almost no requirements for food. To him, they were just filling his stomach,
Just carbohydrates to maintain his life. And he usually refused to eat when he was working, because digestion would affect his thinking.
But at other times, Mr. Holmes turned into an elegant and picky noble gentleman,
Even the teacup that made the tea didn't meet his requirements, he would lose his temper.
No matter what,
After Shylock accused Worsley's restaurant of having a bad breakfast,
Anne didn't patronize it again.
This time, Anne followed behind him,
As soon as they entered the door,
They didn't need to line up. Immediately, a young male waiter in uniform came over and respectfully led the two of them to a table by the window.
Shylock took off his coat and casually hung it behind the chair. After sitting down, he skillfully ordered Anne's meal alone,
He didn't ask for her opinion — because he didn't need to.
After the waiter left, Anne asked him curiously, "Why don't we need to line up?"
Shylock glanced at her and answered casually, "I think it's because the restaurant owner owes me a favor — I just helped him solve it last week,
A little trouble. "
Little trouble?
"So,
Shylock continued,
"You can patronize this restaurant anytime in the future,
"He glanced at her." You don't have to line up. "
Anne's heart trembled slightly. So,
He helped the restaurant owner solve that "little trouble" for this purpose,
Just because... she liked the breakfast here?
Her heart suddenly felt sweet.
Anne raised her head slightly,
She looked at him smiling quietly.
Shylock glanced at the smile on her face and didn't say anything. He only tapped his slender and beautiful fingers on the table briskly.
Breakfast was served. Anne saw that there was only one serving. She knew that this meant that his brain was working at high speed. At this time, he usually didn't eat.
Anne quietly finished the food on her plate alone. During this time, the two of them didn't speak much and didn't feel awkward.
After eating, Anne called for the waiter to pack another set of breakfast.
Back at Baker Street, Anne placed the packed breakfast on the table next to Shylock. When he finished thinking about the case and felt hungry, he would feed himself.
.
Before leaving work in the afternoon, Anne received a text message.
Coffee, Barts Hospital Laboratory. -- SH
Anne chuckled. After work, she went straight to Bartz Hospital with two cups of coffee.
Anne knew that Shylock often came here to do experiments, but this was the first time she had visited this laboratory.
He pushed open the door to the laboratory and saw Shylock in a black suit sitting on a chair with a microscope on the table in front of him.
Dr. Watson was standing beside him.
Oh, this was like a classic scene from a TV drama. Anne's eyes lit up.
Shylock turned his head and saw the blonde girl pushing open the door and entering with two cups of coffee in her hands. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked at him with a smile on her face.
She was so happy to see him? Well, it was right not to let her wait at Baker Street.
A pair of fair and slender hands reached out with palms facing up. "My coffee." He didn't even realize that his voice had a hint of joy that hadn't been there before.
Anne quickly walked over and put one of the cups of coffee in his hand.
Then, she handed the other cup to Watson. "There's no sugar in yours."
The doctor took it and was a little touched — she still remembered his taste. He thought that Shylock was the only one in Anne's eyes.
Anne looked around and curiously sized up the room filled with all kinds of experimental equipment. A machine that seemed to be searching for something suddenly beeped. Beep! A loud noise rang out.
A young woman in a white coat with brown hair pushed open the door and walked in with a smile on her face.
"Test complete …"
When she saw Anne standing next to Shylock, the woman's voice and the smile on her face stopped abruptly.
Of course, Anne also saw her and both of them were stunned.
It wasn't until she saw Jasmine Amber that Anne suddenly remembered that there was a female character in Shylock's drama who had a crush on Blessedcurls. She was also the only female character who had stayed by Shylock's side for a long time.
Before this, Anne had actually forgotten about this female medical examiner. She was a little surprised.
It had to be said that Anne really liked this kind and warm-hearted medical examiner when she was watching the drama. She even secretly hoped that the medical examiner and Shylock would really have a spark and end their heartbreaking unrequited love …
But now, all that was left was awkwardness and a faint, uh, guilt? …
"Oh, Jasmine."
Shylock's gaze moved away from the microscope and briefly introduced the two people. "Anne De Boer, Jasmine Amber."
It had to be said that it was better not to introduce them …
"Hello." Anne smiled and took the lead to break the stiff silence.
Jasmine looked like she hadn't completely recovered from the shock and greeted Anne awkwardly.
Then, uh, the laboratory fell silent again.
The only person who didn't feel this strange atmosphere was probably Detective Holmes, who was focused on the experiment.
It was quiet for a minute.
Anne finally reached out a finger and gently poked Shylock's arm. She said awkwardly, "I'll wait for you outside. Call me when you're done."
Shylock frowned, his gaze still focused on the microscope.
He didn't hear what Anne said at all. He subconsciously reached out and caught the naughty little hand. He punishingly squeezed it and said softly, "Don't move."
Anne didn't dare to move. Her face instantly turned red, and she didn't dare to look at Watson or Jasmine's expression.
Shylock held Anne's hand for a few seconds, then naturally let go and retracted his hand to adjust the parameters of the instrument. His gaze didn't move away from the microscope from the beginning to the end.
"Bang!" A soft sound brought Anne back to reality.
The laboratory door had been opened and closed, and a white light flashed by the door.
"Uh," Watson scratched his eyebrows and said, "I'll go take a look …"
Shylock looked at him in confusion. He didn't understand what he was going to see at all.
Dr. Watson simply gave up explaining and followed Jasmine out.
Shylock turned his head and his indifferent gaze fell on Anne. He looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his arm and said, "Sit there." His fair and slender fingers quickly pointed to the seat opposite him.
Anne was slightly stunned. This action, this sentence … Anne smiled silently.
She didn't know if he remembered it too.
Just as she thought this, Anne saw that Shylock's gaze also paused for a moment after he finished speaking.
Yes, he remembered it too.
Anne replied softly, "Oh." She walked over and sat down.
Her reply was so soft that Shylock almost didn't hear it. It was so soft that he kept looking at her until she walked past the row of test benches and sat down quietly across from him.
Then Mr. Holmes lowered his head expressionlessly again and returned his attention to the microscope in front of him.
At this moment, there seemed to be a silent tacit understanding between the two of them. No one else could disturb them.
Watson and Jasmine were in the corridor outside the laboratory.
Jasmine asked, "That girl … Is she … Shylock's girlfriend?"
Watson paused for a few seconds and nodded. "I think so." Although neither of them had explicitly said it, there was no doubt that Anne was Shylock's girlfriend.
"She looks very delicate, doesn't she?" Sensing Watson's gaze, Jasmine quickly explained, "What I mean is, I didn't expect Shylock to like this type of girl."
Watson moved slightly and turned his head to look at the female medical examiner who was obviously hurt beside him. He didn't know how to comfort her.
"I don't think Shylock has a type — at least not before. He and Annie, it's just … it's just that they met. "
Yes, they just met.
Life was strange, long and short. At this moment, Watson suddenly wondered if their time-travel that spanned more than two centuries was just for Shylock to meet someone.
This idea was too romantic.
Although Doctor Watson was a soldier with a loyal and resolute character, he was also a romantic person. Shylock was not.
Although Shylock did not have the romantic cells of an ordinary person and even lacked some of the emotions of an ordinary person, there was no doubt that he was the greatest and most noble person Watson knew — although the doctor had never said it out loud.
Therefore, such a Sherlock Holmes was certainly worthy of being loved.
Watson was very happy to have met such a person.
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Anne did not know about the conversation between Watson and Jasmine. She was sitting on a chair and secretly observing someone.
Anne was sitting directly opposite Shylock. From this position, she could see his calm and serious face and some unobstructed scenery.
Mm, his suit was still slim and straight, but today he was wearing a dark purple shirt. As usual, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his beautiful collarbone. Further up, there was also a prominent Adam's apple …
Anne subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
Suddenly, she heard a cold voice from the opposite side. "Do you want me to chase you out?"
Mm?
Anne looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Shylock did not even raise his head as he said, "Lower your head and don't disturb me. Otherwise, I'll throw you out." His tone was indifferent and emotionless.
Anne's face burned, but she did not immediately lower her head. Instead, she retorted softly, "I already said that I'll wait for you outside …"
Shylock looked up at her and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Anne blushed slightly and smiled innocently and gently at him. She stopped teasing him and lowered her head to look at the table in front of her. Her fingers subconsciously tapped on it gently.
Shylock's gaze fell on her fair fingers. This action was a little familiar.
After staring at her for a few more seconds, Shylock lowered his head again and returned to the experiment in his hands. However, the corners of his lips quickly curved upwards.
…
After Shylock finished his experiment, he returned to Baker Street with Watson and Anne.
In the living room, the fire in the fireplace was burning quietly. The cute landlady had already prepared dinner. Everything was quiet and beautiful.
Everyone gathered for dinner. Anne and Mrs. Hudson cleaned up the plates together. When they returned to the living room on the second floor, Watson was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. Shylock was sitting in the chair in front of the desk, still studying the case information.
During dinner, Shylock had already taken off his coat and suit jacket. Now, he was only wearing trousers and a purple shirt.
He looked thin, but his body was very well-proportioned and muscular. The fitted shirt even looked a little tight on him. The lines of the muscles on his chest and forearms were very clear.
Anne could barely keep her eyes on him for long, but she could not help but look away.
She made tea and handed a cup to Shylock and Watson, leaving the other cup for herself.
Then, she picked a book from the bookshelf and sat opposite Shylock to read quietly.
The night was peaceful and quiet.
A few minutes later.
"It seems that you really like my shirt." Shylock's voice came from the opposite side. He was still flipping through the case information and did not even raise his head when he spoke.
Anne's face was a little hot as she pretended to look at him in confusion.
Mr. Holmes exposed her mercilessly. "You've already peeked at me twenty-one times in ten minutes."
Anne, who had been discovered, did not know what to say. And he was actually counting!
Watson raised the newspaper in his hand and covered his face, pretending that he did not exist. Hmm, shouldn't he disappear?
Shylock suddenly changed the topic. He looked up at her and said, "I think Angelo probably can't continue to provide accommodation for you."
Anne was taken aback. "Why?"
Dr. Watson slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, only revealing his eyes as he watched silently.
Shylock said coldly, "There's no why. Maybe he has other uses for the apartment on the second floor. "
Anne frowned. "Angelo didn't mention it to me …"
"I think he'll mention it to you soon." Mm, tomorrow was a good day.
Anne pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
Shylock lowered his head and calmly picked up his phone, his slender and beautiful fingers flying over the keyboard.
"You can move back to Baker Street."
Anne looked at him motionlessly.
"I think Mrs. Hudson will be very happy." He was looking at a photo of the victim in his hand, still not looking up at her.
Watson hid behind the newspaper and smiled silently.
Anne looked at him calmly and suddenly remembered the morning after he was discharged from the hospital.
He said that he wanted to play the violin to help her sleep.
Also, he awkwardly asked her several times if she would not be used to living alone …
So, he had been hoping that she would move back?
Anne's beating heart suddenly became as soft as the night sky tonight. She curled her lips into a smile and said softly, "Okay."
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