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

The relatives of the Adams family have gathered together these days, and the whole manor is getting back to life little by little. The flowers in the manor are reopening, the green leaves are facing the sun on the branches, and laughter is almost overflowing.

In Adams Manor, Sherlock found a sense of belonging. It is rare for someone to have no objection to him collecting dead fingers, putting heads in the refrigerator, and observing the degree of condensed saliva of the corpse. Instead, they discussed with him with great interest. A relative even A promise was made on the spot that after his death, the body could be observed and disposed of by Sherlock.

Sherlock sincerely felt that he had a wonderful holiday at Adams Manor. He was willing to communicate with them. The family was very willing to accept different thinking. His eccentricity became interesting and novel to them. Everyone loves fun and novelties.

Besides Sherlock, it was also the first time for Debbie to meet the strange relatives of the Adams family. Although she had been with First for so long, she had never appeared at a family gathering. Debbie's experience was not as good as Xia's. Hello Locke, she greeted everyone with a smile on her face, but she kept saying "freak" and "ugly ghost" silently in her heart.

When Debbie saw the cute little cousin, she was still praising her cuteness for a second, and peeled off a candy and handed it to her. After seeing the little cousin lifted the hair on the back of her head and stuffed the candy into her mouth, her face His love for his little cousin was gone, his face was pale, and his blue eyes were full of panic.

Debbie also disliked some of the Addams family rituals, such as the seances.

Grandmother is an excellent witch, of course, the description of "excellent" was added by grandma herself when Morticia introduced her, she quietly lowered her voice without opening her mouth: "Excellent, introduce me as an excellent witch. "

Of course, Morticia will give her mother this face. She has a dignified figure, always decent and elegant, and stretches out a hand like a willow branch: "Next, please invite an outstanding witch to preside over tonight's spiritual meeting."

The whole Adams family is the king of support, and they applauded with rhythm. The grandmother appeared on the stage amidst the applause, holding a purple crystal ball the size of a washbasin in her hand.

This is the second time Winsty has attended one seance, when her brother Pugsley was born.The seance usually chooses a moonlit night. The whole family gathers in the living room and sits around holding hands with each other. In the middle is the grandmother who presides over the seance and the crystal ball. Candles, waiting for the candles to go out, the spirits of the ancestors.

After Debbie heard it, she rolled her eyes in her heart. The name of the Seance is a nice name. To put it bluntly, it is a waste of time. Waiting for the candle to go out is a waste of her beauty sleep time.

But she didn't dare to say it. The matter had reached the most critical stage. She had to be more obedient and careful to ensure that the final task would not go wrong. Therefore, although she was full of dissatisfaction in her heart, she didn't show it.

The Adams family naturally liked the Seance, but Debbie saw Sherlock's frown and a meaningful arc on his lips.

In the past few days, besides hunting for treasures in Adams Manor with First, most of what she did was tease Sherlock intentionally or unintentionally.

Debbie put on her armor and went back to her old tricks, deliberately chanting words that make people think, and making sure that every word will penetrate into Sherlock's ears, of course, also making sure that all her actions avoid Vince. Dee the bastard.

According to her observation, although Sherlock is still calm on the surface, in fact, his heart has long been howling. Otherwise, why would the two of them encounter more and more times, and when she was hunting for treasure with First, she could see a A slender figure stood at the door, and the pursuing gaze was cast in her direction.

Debbie was very proud of herself, and felt the pleasure of winning a small battle. No matter how young and beautiful Wensty was, she was a freak like the rest of the Adams family after all, but Sherlock was a gentleman, and he would definitely not like to be weird. Freaks, just like he definitely wouldn't like the weird rituals of the freak family.

Winsty also saw Sherlock's frown.

"You don't need to participate in the seance." Winsty said to Sherlock, it was really embarrassing for the atheist Sherlock to participate in the rituals related to the soul, and the seance required the Adams family to participate, and Sherlock, as an outsider, , it’s okay not to participate.

Sherlock shook his head, "No need."

He later took part in the séance, standing on Wensty's left, holding Wensty's right hand while Debbie held the other hand.

Debbie smiled at him, a very charming light flashed in her eyes, she smiled like a lily sprinkled with powder, the lily is already fragrant enough, but too much is not enough.

The seance session started, and the grandmother uttered a string of spells. Only she and Wensty in the hall knew the specific meaning of the string of spells. The grandmother was asking the ancestors for a seance. Once other colors appeared in the purple transparent crystal ball , on behalf of the ancestors approved the addition of new members of the Adams family.

Winsty closed her eyes, silently waiting for the crystal ball to be as clear as ever.

No one talked, only the sound of grandmother chanting incantations in the hall, and people nearby could hear each other's thin breathing. The doors and windows were closed tightly, and no wind could blow in.

But after the grandmother's spell was finished, the candles in the outermost circle of the crowd went out.

A faint blue light appeared in the crystal ball, the blue was so pure, like the innermost layer of the blue cornflower.

"Yeah!" First jumped up, and kissed Debbie's face, leaving a shiny mouthwatering mark.

He was naturally very happy. This represented the ancestor's recognition of Debbie. Their marriage could proceed smoothly. The rest of the people also walked over to thank First. For a moment, he was like a flower in full bloom. Surrounded by butterflies.

"Hey, Winsty, don't you congratulate your uncle?" First put his bald head in front of Winsty.

With Sherlock standing next to Winsty, the ritual conveys a message that pleases Foster but troubles Winsty, who he suspects has something to do with the wedding.

"Congratulations, Uncle." Winsty's eyes swept from Foster's face to Debbie's face, "I hope your marriage will be smooth and happy."

A faint blue appeared in the purple crystal ball, the ancestor descended, and it recognized the new member of the Adams family.

Grandma stood up, walked up to Debbie, and stared at her carefully. Grandma's eyelids had long been slack, but there was a light of excitement in her eyes. She looked like Mrs. Hudson who secretly knew about the TV series. The two actors are as excited as a couple in real life.

Grandma learns a big secret when she asks Debbie, "When did you become a woman?"

"I'm not a woman yet."

Debbie's woman is not the same as her grandmother's woman.Women are like flowers, Debbie is talking about the kind of flowers that have already been in love, but she has never had a secret relationship with Foster, so she told her grandmother that she has not yet become a woman, so after she finished speaking, she still Pretending to be shy, but grandma doesn't have so much flirtatiousness, and the "woman" in her mouth refers to the gender directly.

"Oh!" Grandma whispered, which made sense.

Ancestors descended on spirits, but they were also divided into genders.Generally speaking, if female members are welcome to join, a flame-like red will appear in the crystal ball, and if male members are welcome to join, blue will appear in the crystal ball.

Originally, what appeared in the crystal ball should be red. Grandma checked for a while and found that there was no problem with the crystal ball, so the problem appeared on Debbie.

Debbie escaped by mistake.

In the joyful atmosphere of the entire hall, only Wensty had a cold face. She didn't believe that her ancestors would accept a woman like Debbie.

She was completely immersed in the puzzle, and Sherlock squeezed her hand, but she didn't respond in the slightest.

"Since you're so happy tonight," Gomez suggested on a sudden whim, "how about we play hide-and-seek."

Sherlock knew from whom Winsty's childishness had been inherited.

"Okay!" Everyone clapped their hands and agreed.

The seance had just passed, and a new session was ushering in, and Debbie rolled her eyes again in her heart.

"Then let's form a team of two or two." Gomez took Morticia's hand, which was pale and thin, almost covered with skin and bones, and Gomez kissed her hand .

First wanted to imitate their deep affection, but Debbie quietly avoided her. She roughly counted the number of people, and it was an even number. grouped together.

Debbie: "I don't think it's better to be in two teams. The two of them may be playing their own games instead of playing hide-and-seek."

Debbie's proposal was also approved by some people. My cousin chattered for a while. What he meant was that hide and seek is a serious game, and everyone must take it seriously.

So the proposal of a two-person team to play hide-and-seek was rejected, and Gomez was a little frustrated. Morticia put his arms around his waist and said softly, "I'll wait for you in our bedroom."

When the bell rang, the game of hide-and-seek began, and everyone hid, and the thing became the first catcher, and it put on a glove to prevent itself from peeking in the direction everyone was leaving.

At the moment when the game started, Debbie pretended to seize the time to hide, and rushed away from Sherlock and Wensty who were next to her. The two were buried in the sea like waves, and Sherlock followed the wave. , Wensti followed another wave.

The cousin took off her shoes and floated into the sky like a swaying night cloud. Miss Pei turned back into a bird and stopped on a branch. My cousin was always looking for where Motisia's wig was. That was his perfect disguise.

Most of the people were playing the game seriously, but there were always a few people who were absent-minded. Wensti followed the crowd and gradually everyone found a hiding place, leaving her alone.

Wensty opened a door randomly, and found Crowley slumped on the sofa with a relaxed expression, listening to rock music with a big headset on, and dangling a small tin jug in his hand.

Wensti had already inquired about it. People in the family described the third uncle as "a man like a devil" and "has the breath of a devil on him", but no one said that he was really a devil.

Her family is still unclear about his true identity.