antique on the run

There was a faint aroma of black tea and food in the tip of his nose, and the melodious sound of a violin could be faintly heard in his ears. Qi Xiao took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

This is a small and narrow kitchen. There is a small window on the south side of the kitchen, through which you can see the street outside, but because the window is too small, the light in the kitchen is rather dim.

There was a round table and two small wooden chairs in front of the window, and Qi Xiao was sitting on one of them right now.

He rubbed his eyes and looked towards the source of the food aroma.He saw a short and thin figure standing in front of the cooking table. It was an old lady, her hair was coiled up high, she was wearing a standard peacock blue England tunic, and she was busy humming a little tune.

Hearing Qi Xiao's movement, she turned around.

"Oh my God, dear John, how sleepy you must be, to fall asleep in such a short time!"

The old lady's face was wrinkled, but she wore delicate makeup. She frowned, and said to Qi Xiao who disapproved: "It's not a good thing to stay up late, dear John, it's only afternoon, and you're so sleepy. Surely I didn't sleep well last night, did I? I don't know what you young people think, and Sherlock is the same, but he never gets sleepy... Anyway, John, you can't imitate Sherlock!"

While educating Qi Xiao babblingly, she picked up a plate and handed it in front of Qi Xiao, "Here, I've prepared the potato salad you wanted, eat it quickly!"

But after a pause, she said again with a serious face: "But this is just one time, how many times have I said it, I am your landlady, not a nanny, don't always ask me to cook for you!"

Qi Xiao responded to her words, bowed his head and ate the potato salad spoonful by spoonful, his mind was rapidly receiving information about the old lady in front of him and this time and space.

This is an antique, the time and space of Conan Doyle's fragments.

And the one in front of you is the hostess of No. 221 Baker Street in the novel, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes and Watson—Mrs. Hudson.

The antique they are going to collect this time, Conan Doyle Fragments, is not the same as the previous two antiques.This is a book, an unfinished book.

Obviously, Qi Xiao and Sewell entered the era of description of antiques rather than the era of creation. Qi Xiao’s role is John Watson, so there is no doubt that Seville’s role must be the protagonist of this story——Sherlock Holmes up.

As if to verify his words, the faint melodious violin sound from upstairs stopped abruptly, and then the wooden stairs outside the kitchen made a "creaking" sound, and a moment later a tall man bent over and squeezed in. His eyes fell on Qi Xiao, his eyes were bright, and he smiled: "Good afternoon, my dear...John."

The man is tall and slender, his face is slightly pale, with a pair of dark gray pupils and unkempt brown curly hair.He was wearing a straight black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, and he exuded a contradictory aura of sternness and rigor but also laziness and casualness. The former belonged to Sherlock Holmes, while the latter belonged to...

sever.

Qi Xiao couldn't help but think that the superior aristocratic air of this guy really couldn't be covered up.

Seeing the beauty he loves, Saiwei was in a particularly good mood. He took his hands out of his pockets, stepped forward and gave Qi Xiao a big hug.

By the way, he lightly pecked Qi Xiao's ear.

"Good afternoon, Qi Xiao."

He said in a low voice.

Qi Xiao pursed his lips, turned his face slightly, and said in a flat tone, "Good afternoon, Sherlock."

This kind of habit of touching hands and feet every time we meet is really bad!

Saiwei pretended not to notice Qi Xiao's indifference, and sat leisurely on the wooden chair opposite Qi Xiao, with his long legs folded together, and said to his landlady: "Mrs. Hudson, Get me a potato salad, too."

Mrs. Hudson waved her arms and said angrily: "How many times have I told you, Sherlock, I am your landlady, not a nanny, you can't always ask me to cook for you like this!"

She seemed really aggrieved for herself, "I provided you with a kitchenette upstairs, but you never started working together! Sherlock, you also stuffed my refrigerator with all those weird things!"

"That's my experiment." Sewell couldn't help but defend Holmes.

In fact, Mrs. Hudson was right about this point. Holmes liked to put some human organs such as eyeballs and livers, or blood and serum in the refrigerator. To be honest, Sewell himself couldn't bear it, so he refused to open the refrigerator.

"Hmph, you say that every time."

Reluctantly, though, Mrs. Hudson turned away and started making a second potato salad.

"You really need a capable hostess to take care of the housework for you." Mrs. Hudson muttered dissatisfiedly, and then suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned to ask Qi Xiao, "By the way, John, you broke up with Anna Didn’t you see a girl named Mary after that? How is she, do you have any idea of ​​marrying her?”

Qi Xiao's face froze. Judging from the shared memory of Watson he had obtained, Watson had indeed dated that Mary a few times, but it was obviously not to the point of discussing marriage.

"No intention of getting married yet, Mrs. Hudson," was all he had to say.

"Oh, John, it's not right for you to behave like this." Mrs. Hudson educated him earnestly: "You are not young anymore, it's time to find a good girl and settle down. You can't be like Sherlock, can you? Show me Mary here for the first time, I've got a sense of people! If she's such a good girl, John, you might as well go with her—"

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sewe stood up abruptly and interrupted Mrs. Hudson. He walked up to Mrs. Hudson with long legs and snatched the plate of potato salad from her hand. Said: "Okay, I still have something to discuss with John, let's go upstairs first!"

Then he winked at Qi Xiao and left the small kitchen first.

joke!Qi Xiao is his lover, let alone married, dating and meeting are not allowed!Not even in the process of hunting down antiques!

Qi Xiao picked up the unfinished half plate of potato salad and followed closely behind, only nodding at Mrs. Hudson when he went out.

To be honest, he is not very good at this kind of topic of marriage and love until now.

Both of them ran away at once, and Mrs. Hudson blinked, chased out the door and shouted upstairs: "But John, you should really think about what I said, and bring Mary here to show me, I can definitely give good advice!"

boom--!

Saiwei directly closed the door of the attic.

"This Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson raised her waist angrily, "he always comes to disturb John's life..."

After confirming that he was completely out of Mrs. Hudson's sight and there were only two people in the room who knew everything, Qi Xiao walked to the sofa in the middle of the attic and sat down, asking Saiwei, "When did you come here?"

Sewell went and sat down opposite him, "Probably similar to you. When I entered this role, Holmes was playing the violin. I heard movement downstairs, so I wanted to go down and have a look."

Sewe paused and smiled, "Sure enough, you are there."

The atmosphere in the room seemed to have been added with a spoonful of honey, and a silent ambiguity was quietly born, but before it fermented and grew, Qi Xiao changed the subject.

"By the way, did the last track go well? Did you send the statue of Hera to Nautilus?"

"Oh, Qi Xiao, we just met and you mentioned other men's names to me, so I will be jealous." The smile turned into a wry smile, and Sewei pursed his mouth, pretending to be wronged.

It's a pity that Qi Xiao doesn't like this at all.

"What happened after that, tell me." He repeated.

Seeing that Qi Xiao insisted on asking, Saiwei shrugged lazily. He didn't seem to want to mention this matter in particular, so he responded perfunctorily and said, "Well, I sent him the statue and took it from him by the way. vision."

He closed his eyes, and in front of his eyes was the joyful look of Nautilus when he saw the statue of Hera, and the calm and smiling look when he learned that he would lose his eyes at the price.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but not because of fear or resentment, but just the relief after getting what he wanted, and the deep miss for the person he admired.

"I would like to spend the rest of my life praying for you. May everything go according to your wishes. May your lover cherish your goodness. May you never encounter trouble again..."

Seve remembered that with the light from the meteorite over time, when he left the time and space of the statue of Hera, Nautysius, with empty eyes, knelt on one knee in front of the window, with his right hand on his chest, slowly facing the direction of Mount Olympus. And firmly said the oath.

He really loved Hera deeply.

Sewei shook his head, he refused to bring Qi Xiao into the role of Hera, anyway, regardless of whether Qi Xiao was Hera or not, Nautius in history was obsessed with her, and he also willingly gave up his eyes for her... …

This is not different because Qi Xiao is Hera, so there is no need to feel guilty about it.

"Speaking of which, Qi Xiao, do you know everything about this antique?" Reluctant to talk about the time and space of Greek mythology, Saiwei brought the topic to the time and space they are in now, which is the antique Conan Doyle fragment in time and space.

"I read this fragmented rubbings on the plane to France," Qi Xiao said.

His rigor and dedication are deeply rooted in his bones. At that time, due to the haste of the curator Derrick's request for help, and he was originally collecting antiques in Henan, he knew a little about the three antiques lost in the Louvre. nothing.But he collected all the information about these three antiques at the fastest speed, and he has been studying these materials carefully during the ten-hour flight from Beijing to France.

"Oh, that must have been very hard." Sai Wei showed a distressed look, "No wonder you looked so tired when you got off the plane."

Sai Wei remembered that when he and Qi Xiao met for the first time, Qi Xiao's eyes were slightly black and blue, and he looked very tired.

It's no wonder, after all, he just experienced the intensive pursuit of the Henan Museum, and immediately rushed to another country's museum without any rest, even the time on the plane can't be relaxed, it would be too much for anyone.