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Watson crossed his arms, held back his smile, and only gently moved the corners of his mouth... Then, he stepped aside and leaned against the wall to observe Sherlock's 'love history'!

Jasmine combed the hair in front of her forehead to the right, and after it merged with the whole hair, tied it around her right ear. She didn't put too much thought into it, but she looked simple and generous. There wasn't even an extra hairpin on her hair. She should be a simple and serious female forensic doctor. .

There was a happy smile on his face, but the joy was not in his eyes, and even the hidden love was directed at Sherlock's back...

Standing ten meters away from this admiration, you can see a room full of pink bubbles... This dopamine is really burning!

Jasmine's eyes stayed on Sherlock all the time, her eyes were full of expectation and inquiry... She stepped on her toes uneasily, looking a little embarrassed: "This is Jim who works in the IT department upstairs, that's how we met, office romance !"

Sherlock glanced back at Jim, then continued to look at the microscope and said, "Gay."

"Sorry, what did you say?" The smile on Jasmine's face disappeared instantly.

Watson froze for a moment, put down his arms, couldn't help frowning, and looked at Sherlock speechlessly.

At a time like this... Sherlock, how can you say it, even if you know it, you can't say it.

"It's nothing, uh..." Sherlock immediately turned his head and smiled at Jim: "Hi."

"Bang——" Jim overturned the plate on the table suddenly, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Sherlock glanced at Jim who was bending over to pick up the plate, and as soon as he raised his head, he bumped into Watson's half-smiling gaze.

Watson shrugged helplessly at Sherlock, pursed his lips and suppressed a smile... Sherlock glared at Watson!

Jim picked up the plate and put it away, rubbing his right arm with his left hand uneasily: "Well... I'd better go first." Then he looked at Jasmine and said, "See you at the Fox Theater, six o'clock?"

Jasmine smiled and replied, "Okay!"

"Goodbye." Jim said to Jasmine, then looked at Sherlock and said, "Nice to meet you!"

Sherlock didn't intend to respond, and looked down at the microscope...

Watson glanced at Sherlock, raised the back of his hand to cover the corner of his mouth that was about to twitch... Soon, he still lowered his head and secretly smiled.

"Uh..." Watson raised his head and smiled politely, winking at Jasmine, "The Fox Theater is not bad, next time we have a chance, we can go together... I mean everyone."

Jim smiled gratefully at Watson, and Watson immediately raised his neck, his shoulders stiffened slightly...

You still like Sherlock go... I'm not interested in gays at all!

However, the expression on his face soon changed from surprise to doubt.

Why is there a smug look on Jim's face?

Seeing the change in Watson's face, Jim immediately turned his head and left...

Jasmine looked at Jim who was leaving, and immediately looked back at Watson, and then turned her gaze to Sherlock: "Why do you say he is gay, we are dating."

"Living at home must be very suitable for you. I haven't seen you gain three pounds in a few days." Sherlock raised his head and glanced at Jasmine.

Jasmine's expression suddenly changed, and her eyes were full of grievances: "Two pounds and a half."

When Watson saw that something was wrong, he immediately stepped forward, stood behind Sherlock, and twisted his waist hard.

"No, three pounds... oh!" Shouted Sherlock, looking back at Watson dissatisfied.

Watson shook his head slightly at Sherlock, and said seriously, "Jasmine is a beautiful girl."

Sherlock frowned, blinked puzzledly, and then looked back at Jasmine with a scrutinizing gaze...

Jasmine looked at Sherlock anxiously and helplessly: "He's not gay."

Watson said at once: "Of course he isn't!"

"You think so?" Sherlock looked up at Watson in displeasure, and said as if being provoked: "So he loves to dress up, dyes his eyelashes, has bezoar essence cream on his forehead, soaks in nightclubs until his eyes are bloodshot, and his underwear It is a very special brand with a part exposed.”

Watson supported his forehead, unable to bear to look directly at Jasmine's expression... Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth, gave Sherlock a smirk, and then patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

With half-closed eyes, Sherlock took out a note with a phone number from under the plate that Jim had just overturned.

He said to Jasmine: "He also left his phone number, I suggest breaking up early, so as not to be sad afterwards."

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then suddenly, she turned her head and broke through the door...

Watson looked at the door that was still shaking, and gave Sherlock a reproachful look: "What's wrong with this girl?"

"what?"

"Don't you understand?"

Watson clapped his hands and gave warm applause... Suddenly, the applause stopped abruptly, and he looked at Sherlock with a look of disgust: "I'm really worried about your EQ!"

"Wait...what the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't you think Jasmine is not pretty?"

"Don't all British women look like this?"

Watson snatched the note left by Jim from Sherlock's hand and said, "Then you can try dating Jim."

"Dating?"

"Well... British men all look the same, but... you really don't plan to get married?"

"I put already married to work."

"Then you have to go out and get along with a good girl like Jasmine." Watson paused and said, "I mean, you deserve more beautiful things in this world..."

Watson's eyes suddenly became erratic, and he looked at the note in his hand with a lonely expression...

But... I no longer have the right to own these wonderful things.

Sherlock is undoubtedly lucky, there are always good people around him, he should cherish and enjoy it!

The color of the black oil-based pen on the note is like a chain jumping out of the yellowish paper...

Sherlock looked at Watson who was in a daze, frowned and said, "Do you think I'm having a bad time now?"

"No...I mean..." Watson immediately came back to his senses and stared into Sherlock's eyes: "People in the world don't always understand you. You like to be alone, but if you stay in one place for a long time, you will always want to change places."

"Get used to it..." Sherlock paused, then slowly lowered his head, with an unprecedented emotion flowing in his eyes.

Looking at Sherlock's expression, Watson couldn't help frowning...

Isn't Sherlock used to being alone?

... Impossible, he is so strong and so chic.

He couldn't help asking: "What are you hesitating about?"

"No... nothing."

Seeing the clarity in Sherlock's eyes, Watson also recovered his smile and said, "If one day you want to change places and you meet the right person at this time, no matter who this person is who can bring you happiness, I would like to invite you Be sure to catch it."

Sherlock's hand, which had been on the microscope, moved away involuntarily: "It sounds like you're going to die."

"Maybe, I'm alive, but I might be dead."

"what?"

"Leave me alone, I'm reciting poems...well, let me think about which collection of poems it is."

"How come I don't understand you more and more."

Watson smiled helplessly: "I just want to talk to you about poetry, or philosophers, which one do you like?"

"Poems? Philosophers?"

"Aren't you watching?"

"Why should I watch something so boring."

"Then you don't even know who Tagore is, do you?"

"I know he's helpful with my case?"

Watson paused, frowned and said, "Knowing him is like knowing that the earth revolves around the sun."

"It doesn't matter if the sun goes around the earth or the bear goes around the fence."

"Well, I see, you have no knowledge of astronomy, no common sense of philosophy, no common sense of literature..." Watson recalled the books at home depressedly: "God's mill turns slowly, but grinds very fast. thin."

"God's mill stops a lot of the time because it's Scotland Yard who catch the bad guys."

"Okay, it's a good thing you still read thrillers... But in Agatha's opinion, this sentence means that Skynet is comprehensive, and God is fair."

Sherlock raised his head in confusion, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you believe in God?"

"I didn't believe in it before, because if there is a God, it would be too sad... Without God, you can find the laws of this world, and then control everything and dominate everything."

"Correct!"

"But..." Watson paused, biting his lips uneasily... After a while, he moved to the door.

He opened the door and turned around and said, "I won't bother you to analyze the problem."

"Where are you going?"

"To Mycroft."

"Now?"

Watson took out his phone to check the time, curled his lips and said, "Maybe your brother will treat me to dinner!"

Sherlock said dissatisfied: "What should I do here?"

"Can't you handle this kind of case? Your analysis has already come to fruition."

After finishing speaking, Watson immediately opened the door and left without looking back...

Looking at Sherlock's smoky blue eyes again, it's time to go crazy!

...Some things are better not to have extravagant hopes.

As the evening approached, the Barts Hospital was gradually emptied, leaving only the sound of Watson's heavy footsteps, echoing in the corridor... The creamy white porcelain felt very viscous, like lard or human fat.

...Fang Buddha will stick people at any time, just like the quagmire of life, it's really disgusting!

Watson sighed, quickened his pace, and when he was about to go down the stairs at the end...but suddenly he saw Jasmine having a showdown with Jim.

"Are you really gay?" Jasmine subconsciously bit her lips.

"Oh..." Jim smiled seriously, "Sherlock told you?"

"Yes, he did."

"Do you believe everything he says?"

"I have no reason not to believe it." Jasmine's tone suddenly rose, with a trace of breakdown in it: "He's always right, what he says is always right, he...his words seem to be the truth."

"And he's like the supreme god, isn't he?" The frivolous smile on Jim's face has long since disappeared, replaced by a touch of disdain, but there is little sadness in his eyes: "You all trust him, leave him alone." Don't let him go because he's smart?"

Jasmine raised her head in confusion: "He is very smart, but there are many people with high IQ..."

"Yes, there are many people with high IQs, but why do you trust him?"

"Because he solved many cases that the police couldn't solve, because he was always doing things to help people..."

"Hehe..." Jim raised one corner of his mouth, laughed nervously, and interrupted Jasmine's words: "He solved the case because he wanted to talk, and he didn't want to help anyone, because his choice of interest is to solve the case rather than committed a crime, so you are all on his side?"

Jasmine raised her head blankly, and said uncertainly, "Yes..."

"That's nice...bye!"

After finishing speaking, Jim took a step back, spread his hands exaggeratedly, turned around and jumped down the stairs... He turned his head and blinked at Jasmine, then closed his eyes and hummed Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny.

As the sound of humming increased, he raised his hands to beat time in the air, and stepped on the steps of the stairs accurately to leave!

Watson watched this scene in surprise from the corner...

This Jim is not simple, he is completely different from just now.

The author has something to say: Juan Fu~~ You just ignored Jasmine's love...

Mo Niang is actually very lonely, how about assigning Jasmine to him? (What a wonderful CP~~Please ignore the comb QAQ)

I can finally start the plot... The emotion is really terrible OTZ