Sherlock fan - Wrong

When Sherlock listened to Irene Adler gesturing to McCoff arrogantly, he couldn't help but sneered.Of course, he didn't call Jasmine directly, he also wanted to give himself a chance to pay off his merits, so as not to disappoint his brother.Moreover, psychologically, he was unwilling to admit that he lost to Irene and Jasmine this time.

In 221B, he felt her pulse and saw her dilated pupils. He listened to her conversation with Mycroft, and he was almost certain that she had lost her composure.

What kind of password is it that Jasmine can see through with just a glance.Or did she see something earlier than him?What is her advantage over him?It's so obvious, isn't it?

Sherlock couldn't wait to get up, but suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, why is she more sure of Irene's sinking than he is?Is it just because she is more emotionally sensitive than him, or is it because she still has some means to compare her heart with her heart.Is it just a coincidence that he has Tom's image in his mind, or has he been wrong from the beginning?

Sherlock was suddenly eager to know the answer.He took the mobile phone from his brother, entered the string of codes in a victorious manner, and went straight to 221B without any heed to Irene's pleading.

When Sherlock returned to 221B, Jasmine had obviously been back for a long time, because Jasmine had already cleaned the room, and had deliberately disposed of the perfume smell left by Irene.

Sherlock was quite satisfied with the fresh air in the room. He took off his coat and lay down on the sofa, suddenly a little confused about what he wanted to know?What's the point of figuring it out?

"Jasmine, tell me, how did you guess the password of that woman's phone?"

"Because I'm smart?"

"Be serious!" Sherlock stretched out his hand to stop Jasmine, and put his hand on her pulse without any trace.

Jasmine struggled a bit, but did not break free.Jasmine felt a little nervous, she couldn't tell him that she was treating others with respect, could she?

"Maybe it's just a coincidence?"

Sherlock sat up and looked at Jasmine, carefully observing Jasmine's beautiful eyes that were deep but clear like an ancient well.

"No, about coincidences, Mycroft told me from a young age that the universe is rarely so lazy, so superficial coincidences often explain a lot of things."

"Mycroft is such a good brother. But I really don't know, Sherlock dear, maybe you will figure it out, but before I do, let me say good night to you."

Looking at Jasmine's fleeing back, Sherlock felt unconcealable joy in his heart. He confirmed his guess!Ah, this joy probably stems from the feeling of defeating his brother for the first time in his life?he does not know.

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