The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 173 Sherlock and Watson (ask for a ticket~~~)

"Okay, then I'll listen to you, and I'll go back to Los Angeles in a while." Ron thought for a while and agreed.

Sherlock's behavior has always been... At best, it's inscrutable, and at worst, it's mystifying, but Ron still peeped out a thread of his thoughts.

Because of his own existence, Owen is bound to change his original strategy. On the one hand, his prophetic advantage will be lost, and on the other hand, Owen may seek help from his magical mother.

At that time, the forces to be faced will definitely not be comparable to the grass-roots team that Owen temporarily set up now. Although Ron is not afraid of any challenges, but in line with the principle of saving one thing and one less thing, Ron still thinks it is better to follow Sherlock's advice .

It's definitely not cowardly, it's just troublesome~
squeak~
The door of the laboratory was pushed open, but what came in was not the female doctor who had just planned to buy coffee, but a fat man and a lame man. Sherlock continued to conduct experiments on his own as if he couldn't see them.

And Ron showed an intriguing expression, isn't this Sherlock's true son, Watson?
Sherlock said suddenly, "Mike, can I borrow your mobile phone? Mine has no signal."

"Can't you use a landline?" Fat Mike replied.

"I prefer texting."

"Sorry, it's in my coat."

"Here, use mine." Watson, who had some inconvenient legs and feet, handed over a special-order BlackBerry.

"Oh, thank you." Sherlock took the phone, and the fat man took the opportunity to quickly introduce: "This is an old friend of mine, John Watson."

After speaking, Mike looked at Ron, meaning that it's time for you to introduce, but Sherlock didn't intend to introduce Ron, but asked casually while sending text messages.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"What?" Watson was stunned.

"Afghanistan or Iraq, which one?" Sherlock asked again, and the corner of Ron's mouth curved slightly.

Things are getting more and more interesting. I don't know if Mr. Mycroft's heart will be broken when he sees the famous Mr. Smelly Mouth being so patient.

He probably won't be able to hug his nephew again in his life, of course, adoption is another count.

"Afghanistan, how do you..."

"Jasmine, thank you for your coffee." Sherlock took the coffee: "Why is your lipstick gone?"

"It didn't work for me." The female doctor said disappointedly.

"Really? I think the effect is good, your mouth looks too small now." Sherlock walked away drinking coffee, as if at home, the female doctor handed the iced Americano to Ron and left sadly .

Ron took a sip of his coffee: "I said, didn't you see that she was wearing lipstick to get your attention?"

But Sherlock Howe didn't mean to pay him any attention, and put the coffee on the table: "What do you think of the violin?"

Ron and Fatty Mike glanced at each other, and they all looked at Watson. Based on their understanding of Sherlock, this sentence must have been said to Watson.

"Sorry, what?" Watson was a little puzzled by the two of them.

"I play the violin when I'm thinking, and sometimes I don't talk for days, does it bother you?" Sherlock turned around: "Future roommates should know the worst side of him."

Watson looked at his introducer: "Mike, have you talked to him about me?"

"Not a single word."

"Then who said anything about the roommate?"

"I told you," Sherlock glanced at the test report sent by the female doctor just now, wrote down all the above content, and picked up the coat casually.

"I said, told Mike in the morning, I'm a guy who must have had a hard time finding a roommate, and now he's here, just after lunch, bringing an old friend, obviously just coming home from military service in Afghanistan, so it's not hard to figure that out."

"Then how do you know about Afghanistan?" Watson said numbly, but Ron could clearly see that he was also beginning to be interested in Sherlock, and Ron suddenly felt that everything in front of him was getting more and more romantic. smell.

"I live in a nice little place in central London. Splitting the rent shouldn't stress you out. I'll see you there tomorrow night at seven."

Sherlock has always been in his own rhythm, Sihao didn't care what others said, or even if he heard it, he didn't bother to pay attention: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

After speaking, Sherlock squeezed Watson away and left.

"We just met and are going to go to see the house together?" Watson stopped Sherlock: "We don't even know each other at all, let alone where to meet, I don't even know your name."

"I know you're an army medic, you just got back from an injury in Afghanistan, and I know you have a brother who's worried about you, but you won't ask him for help because you can't stand him, maybe because he's an alcoholic, more likely because He recently dumped his wife.

And I also know that your counselor thinks your limp is a mental illness, which I think is quite accurate. "

Sherlock came back again. Although his expression was normal, Ron still found a little complacency that he couldn't suppress. Ron had minored in psychology, and he deeply understood that such an extremely narcissistic personality would never give up on anyone. Show off your chances.

Generally speaking, if this kind of person is left alone, he will be beaten from childhood to adulthood. There is an example of this in his family.

"Can this continue? My name is Sherlock Holmes, and my address is 221B Baker Street. Good afternoon." Sherlock winked at Watson very coquettishly, and closed the door.

"Yes, he always does." X2.

Ron and the fat man opposite said in unison.

"Are you a friend of Sherlock's?" Watson asked.

"Of course not. Sherlock has no friends, or you may be an exception." Ron replied naturally. From a certain point of view, gay friends are also a kind of friend, right?

perhaps?

"But I can answer your doubts," probably because the disease of pretending to be beep is contagious, and the way of transmission is human-to-human transmission. Ron was hooked by Sherlock's performance, and he also had the urge to pretend.

Watson turned to Ron for help: "Do you know how he knew I just came back from Afghanistan?"

"Of course, it's not difficult to guess," Ron drank his coffee, "Your hairstyle and your standing posture indicate that you are from the military. Sorry, Sherlock and I heard a little bit of your conversation in the room." , you said 'it's not the same as before', which means you were a student here, so obviously a military doctor."

"Your face is tanned, but not above the wrists, which means it's not intentionally tanned by sunbathing. Your legs are inconvenient, but you didn't ask for a chair when you stood up. It seems that you forgot about it, more or less There are some mental issues."

"That shows that the injury environment is trauma, it is a battle injury, there is a war, and the sun is strong. The only places that meet these two conditions recently are Afghanistan and Iraq."

Ah ~
Appreciating the silly expressions of Fatty and Watson, Ron was refreshed for a while. Fortunately, he is a Sherlock Holmes fan. Ron can almost memorize this classic description in the original novel.

No wonder whether it is Sherlock or Sheldon, they always have to decorate something without giving up any opportunity. It turns out that pretending to be a beep is such a pleasant thing?

Ron secretly decided to continue to develop the sport in the future.

"You just said that I was doing psychological counseling..." Watson wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ron again.

"Your lameness is due to psychological reasons. Of course, you need psychological counseling. A friend of mine was also injured in the war in Iraq. He was fine after only three months, but he hurt his butt."

Ron also put on his coat: "It's a pleasure to meet you two. My name is Ron, and I'm also in a hurry. I'm going back to the United States. I believe we will meet again soon."

(End of this chapter)