[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Sherlock didn't believe in miracles at first. His classmate who was studying with him once wrote a mess for his master's thesis. Before the results of the thesis defense came out, he put his hands together and prayed for miracles every day. Every time Sherlock saw it, he scoffed. How could there be so many miracles in the world? Miraculously, having this time to pray is not as good as rewriting the second draft of the paper.

Compared with miracles, he is more inclined to man-made, but many things in the world cannot be solved by man-made alone.

For example, when Wensti came back, her reappearance on Baker Street could only be described as a miracle. He shot the gun himself, and watched her fall in the flames. How could she appear on Baker Street again?

Regarding Sherlock's relentless question, Wensty has always refused to say it clearly. When she was asked no choice, she told him: "This is a secret, sir. When I first met you, I brought you It was because you came in secret that you agreed to let me live in, and this time I also prepared a secret, so that I can stay here for a long time."

She brought another secret, waiting for him to solve it.

It was another dusk, and Winsty looked at the orange-red sunset outside the window, thinking of the dusk 50 years later.

In that evening, the aged Sherlock closed the door tightly and kept her out. The people inside the room were already old, but the people outside the room were young and beautiful. The 50-year period was like a gap between two cliffs. Hong, separated them for life and death.

Who would like to let her lover see her old appearance, especially if she is still young, like a new shoot emerging from the treetops in spring, and has not yet experienced the caress of the sun, why should she end up on the earth like a fallen leaf?

So Sherlock didn't recognize Winsty, he knew he couldn't recognize her.

After realizing this, Wensti yelled at the people inside the door: "I will go to you, I will go back to the past, I can definitely do it, you can wait for me there."

You wait for me in time.

Facing a cold door, she swore to express her inner passion, and then left.

She was transported back to the past by the demon hunter formation, she could do it last time, and she should still be able to do it this time.

So she rushed back to the witcher camp established by the Great Elder as fast as she could. When she arrived, everyone was singing around a bonfire in an open place.

The fire illuminated the resolute look on her face.

Anna first noticed that she was back, she stood up, walked over to hold her hand: "Yeah, you're back!"

Her voice attracted everyone's attention, and the Great Elder also looked over.

They all read the letter left by Winsty and knew that she was looking for Sherlock Holmes, so they gathered around and asked happily and curiously, "Have you found Mr. Holmes?"

Winsty shook her head.

"What a pity." There was a look of disappointment on everyone's face.

Anna held Wensty's hand: "It's okay, many people tried to find Mr. Holmes before, but they couldn't find them."

Wensti pulled out a smile, and turned to look at the Great Elder with deep meaning.

"I have something to tell you." Wen Sidi said to the elder.

The Great Elder nodded, and the two walked a little further away from the bonfire.

"Mr. Holmes, is he all right?"

The Great Elder had seen that Winsty was lying when she said that she hadn't seen Sherlock Holmes.

"he's good."

"Why didn't you tell Anna and them that you found Mr. Holmes?"

"He doesn't want to be bothered."

"So it is."

Wensti took a deep breath, and said the request in his heart: "Great Elder, can you use the formation to transport me back to the past again?"

"No, it's not that I don't want to, but what's the reason for sending you back?" The Great Elder looked at her, and found that the light in her eyes was brighter than the bonfire just now, with his hands behind his back, "I sent you back last time." Going back is entrusting you with a mission, so all the demon hunters are willing to use the formation together, but what is the reason for sending you back this time? Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"The seal of the Book of the Dead is lifted again, and the Holy Grail chooses you again, so that you can return to 50 years ago."

In this way, time is like a circle, returning to the original point after a circle.

But it's impossible, the Book of the Dead is kept by Sherlock, and he will not lift the seal.This is his promise and her trust.

"Is there no other way?"

The answer to her question was the soothing smile of the First Elder.

"I see. It seems that I have to say goodbye to you."

"Where are you going?"

"Find someone who can help me go back to the past."

When she returned to the witcher's camp, it was already dark at night, and when she left again, she didn't wait until dawn, and her back disappeared into the darkness with an indomitable determination to move forward.

The Great Elder silently prayed in his heart that she would be safe and smooth, and that her wishes would come true.

Winsty arrived in London before dawn, and her second destination was an old bungalow with three sixes on the house number.

She knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered.

It was still early, and ordinary people must have not woken up at this time, but the people living in this bungalow were not ordinary people.

"I know it's impossible for you to sleep at this point. If it's not convenient to open the door, I'll come in by myself."

Although the people living in the bungalow are not ordinary people, she has already observed that the door lock is an ordinary door lock, and an unlocking spell can completely solve it.

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened, but no one came to answer it.

The furnishing in the room was very different from the last time she saw it. It was no longer a minimalist decoration. There were more vertical bookcases, antiques, and classical lamps. The walls were also pasted with elegant bronze-colored printed wallpapers. The green plants are still there, and so is the arrogant throne.

That familiar black figure appeared at the entrance. He has an extreme love for a certain style. Time has gone around so many times, and fashion has gone back and forth many times. His outfit is now popular again.

□□mirror, black slim suit, red hair, and that unruly expression.

"Long time no see." Winsty greeted him with a smile.

"Long time no see? You said it like we used to know each other very well," he walked up to Wensty with leisurely steps, was slightly taken aback, and took off the mirror, revealing his golden pupils, "You are my unlucky reminder Wensty Adams, the dumb grand-niece of yours?"

"Your description doesn't match me at all, third uncle."

Her third uncle is the Duke of Hell. With such a formidable status, if you don't bother him when you encounter problems, you will be sorry for his title!

Crowley pinned the mirror to the neckline of his suit, and looked at her carefully: "Although she looks different, but from the tone of her voice, she must be my stupid grandniece... My description Very accurate, who would be so stupid as to sacrifice his life for a broken book?"

"Don't be on guard, it's your friend Winsty." Crowley yelled into the back room, and then a pure white figure appeared at the entrance, Aziraphale, he always had a smile on his face. Gentle and friendly smile.

The white silk robe on him seemed to be... pajamas.

No wonder when she walked in just now, she felt that the decoration style in this room was as strong as the collision of two styles. Now she understands that the emotional angel and the devil have moved together.

Aziraphale looked her up and down with his gentle, holy eyes, and then walked over and gave her a huge hug. The moment he was hugged by an angel, he felt a spontaneous joy And warmth welled up in Wensty's heart.

"Crowley and I have been looking for you for a long time."

After death, people generally either go to hell or ascend to heaven. Angels and demons searched heaven and hell all over after knowing her death.

"You've been looking for her for a long time, but I haven't." Crowley corrected Aziraphale.

"Don't be so humble, you've almost turned over the record books in hell hundreds of times."

Wensti smiled slightly. Sure enough, her third uncle was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He did good things but refused to admit them, and he refused to show concern for outsiders. Otherwise, he would violate the basic morals of a devil.

"Thank you, third uncle!"

Crowley waved his hand: "I just want to send you to reunite with your ancestors as soon as possible. The whole hell they are arguing about will not be safe."

"Thank you again, Third Uncle!"

Wensty said and bowed respectfully.

Crowley felt uncomfortable, and he bounced to the other direction where Wensty bowed: "It's all over!"

Wensti also turned around and pointed at him again: "Do me a favor, Third Uncle."

As the old saying goes: go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do.

Although compared with Crowley's age, this sentence can't be regarded as an old saying, but the devil sometimes has to admit that the wisdom of mortals is infinite.

He hasn't seen his cheap grandniece for 50 years, and whenever he meets the cheap grandniece who has no conscience, he asks him for help.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to go back to the past." Winsty straightened up and looked at him expectantly.

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other.

Crowley sighed for a long time, and his voice was especially loud: "You can really trouble me with big things, what are you going to do in the past, isn't it good now?"

Is it bad now? Fifty years later, the whole person still looks like he is 50 years old, which is the youthful youth that ordinary people dream of.

Wensty's answer was only two words: "Not good."

"How sure are you that I will be able to help you go back to the past?"

He's a devil, she's not afraid of him, she just counts on him for help.

Okay, he didn't say he wouldn't help, but even if he was willing to help, wouldn't such a big event like traveling through time and space be done so easily?

"I am willing to sign an agreement with you."

"This kind of thing can only be done by signing an agreement," Crowley said. With his ability alone, there is no way to send Wensty back to the past. Anything can be done within the scope of the agreement, "We have textual regulations for such an agreement, don't look at me like this, we are a formal large-scale organization in hell, it is normal to have textual regulations? Do you know what you have to pay after signing the agreement?" Is there a price?"

"do not know."

"I didn't know, so you ran over and told me that you wanted to sign the agreement?"

Is this child unintelligent, big-hearted, or lacking in heart?

"What price do I have to pay?"

"You are a demon hunter. You can go to heaven after a hundred years. After signing an agreement with the devil, you will have no chance to go to heaven?"

Aziraphale had a look of regret on his face.

Wensty didn't hesitate at all: "Okay."

Anyway, the Adams family, who believe in Satan, will not be able to go to heaven after all. She went to hell just to be able to reunite with her family. This is simply the best of both worlds.

"You go back to the past, and the physical body is for me to drive. Of course, I don't want your physical body, but the agreement stipulates that you will not have a physical body for the past 50 years from now to the past."

There is no best-of-both-worlds deal here in Demon.

"You figure out for yourself what this means!"

"It doesn't take 50 years, three years is enough," Aziraphale counted on his fingers, "I can perform a small miracle."

Although they don't like to use spiritual power, angels never hesitate to help kind people.

Three years.

She can wait three years.

"Don't think that three years is nothing compared to 50 years, stupid grandniece, don't think I don't know that you want to go back to find love, it's clearly written on your face, are you going back to find your family? In this way, it will be fine if you go back to hell with me.

Have you thought about the three years since you became a butterfly, your boyfriend may have found a new lover, the first love is always fruitless, this is normal, his children can talk in three years, why are you stepping on me?

Even if you step on me, I have to let her see the result clearly. It's not that everything is happy when you go back. Can you bear a bad ending? Even so, are you willing to sign this agreement? "

"willing."

Crowley rolled a big eye.

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

When the agreement was signed, Crowley had a straight face. After the agreement was signed, Crowley still had a straight face: "Did she understand what I mean?"

Young people are always impulsive.

Wensty, who had turned into a white butterfly, was not yet used to her new body, flying around the entire room.

"She understands," Aziraphale said, "You've made it so clear, she must understand, but she is still willing to sign an agreement with you."

"Okay, think in a better direction, at least you can eat satisfying desserts 50 years ago."

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The evening light fell, and the white rose on the window sill had lost moisture and was wrinkled, like the skin of an old man.

Noticing Winsty's gaze, Sherlock took down the bouquet of white roses.

"Rose is not for other women, don't think about it."

"Am I delusional?"

"You always like to think wildly. Before you have this idea, I will get rid of your idea first. This is for a butterfly, and then it never came again, and the flowers have not been changed. "

"Do you know why she didn't come?"

"Because it's too stingy."

"Didn't you offend her?" Wensty muttered, actually disliked that she wasn't blue!

Sherlock didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," Winsty said softly, looking at the white rose in the trash can with the chemical reagents, "She will fly back, she hasn't left all this time."

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