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

Sherlock walked steadily, Winsty on his back, remembering that Gomez carried her on his back when he was a child.

The man with the mustache rubbed his daughter's milk dumpling, carried her on his back, and led her to see the entire Adams Manor. It was the first time that Wensty felt what a father's broad back was. Born in the Adams family The unexpected joy of her coming to this world, she seems to have returned to the time when she was carried on the back by Gomez for the first time. The little girl has never enjoyed the love of a father, and she was a little flattered at first. The "father" in her mind With a specific image from a noun, she is extremely happy, from the bottom of her heart.

Gomez likes to smoke cigars, and his clothes are also stained with the smell of tobacco. Sherlock also smokes. One night, Winsty felt thirsty and wanted to pour himself a glass of water. The big detective, holding a thin long cigarette between his fingers, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, the smoke covered his face like a white gauze, she stood aside silently Looking at it, I don't know if Sherlock has noticed her.

He should have discovered it, he is such a keen person.

He did not hide in front of her, and the tulle fell away, like lifting the veil of a bride.

Now, with her chin resting on Sherlock's shoulder, she didn't smell the slightest bit of tobacco on him, just the familiar, fresh scent of laundry detergent.

Wensty felt that there was a little bear holding a honeypot in his heart, obviously he had already eaten enough candy, but he was still stretching out his chubby little paws to dig into the jar.

The road back to Adams Manor from the bottom of the mountain was not short, and it was a pity that Sherlock carried her on his back the whole time, but man was a contradictory animal, and she didn't want to come down.

"Sir, I'm not very heavy, am I?"

"You weigh 5.00% less than a woman of normal age. [-]."

Sherlock told her the answer with precise numbers.

The round moon hung above the sky, and Wensty remembered a previous misunderstanding. She had always thought that the moon would accompany lonely people.

In another world, she has no relatives, the moon is her friend, and often comes out of the sky to see her, and the moon follows her wherever she goes, and she doesn't like to use "it" (it) to call it. a friend.

Now, the full moon is just around the corner.

She is on the back of her beloved.

Home is getting closer step by step.

There has never been a better time.

Winsty improvised: "Sir, let me sing you a song."

Winsty felt that she should be good at singing, thanks to the very thoughtful music training given to her by Gomez and Morticia.

Sherlock responded in a low voice.

Winsty started singing, and she sang a song about the moon:

Flymetotheromon

fly me to the moon

Andlet me play among the stars

and let me play among the stars

letmeseewhatspringislikeonJupiterandMars

Show me what spring looks like on Jupiter and Mars

When Wensty sang this line, she was interrupted by Sherlock: "There is no spring scenery on Jupiter and Mars. This is common sense that ten-year-old children know. The person who wrote this song really has a little scientific knowledge." Don't talk about it."

Winsty: ...

"Oh, can you listen to the song carefully?"

"Sorry, you continue."

Wensti still wanted to continue singing, but she couldn't sing the following lyrics:

In other words hold my hand~

In other words hold my hand please

Inother wordsDarlingkissme~

In other words, baby, kiss me

……

youareallIlongforallIworshipandadore

You are all I desire, all that I admire and love

Inother words Please be true

In other words, please be true to me

In other words I love you

in other words i love you

When she wanted to sing, this song crept into her mind. There was a ghost in her heart, and that ghost was timid and shy. It only dared to bark its teeth and claws in her heart. Once it was released, it was cowardly. Why? I can still sing.

Winsty changed the song and started to sing, her voice was gentle and gentle, like the wind blowing unhurriedly in the mountains.

Finished a song.

"You changed the song." Sherlock heard the difference between the two tunes, but he didn't interrupt while Wensty was singing.

"Yes, this is an adaptation and translation based on an ancient Chinese poem. I especially like the last sentence."

Maywe all be blessed with longevity though far apart, wear still be able to share the beauty of the moon together.

(Nung, moon and new moon)

"Why didn't you sing the previous one?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I can't remember the lyrics, I changed the song."

Wensty sighed silently in her heart that she was really cute.It would be great if she had half the courage of her grandmother. I heard that my grandmother fell in love with a man before and took his legs home at a discount.

However, even if she had the ability to break Sherlock's legs to bring him home, she would not be willing to break his legs.

Winsty sighed.

"Did you bring out your cell phone?"

"Bring it out, but there's no signal here."

"My phone is in the right pocket, you can reach it, take it out."

Wensti obeyed obediently. The two clearly had the same brand of mobile phone. Why did she have no signal, but his signal was full?

"Open the search bar." Sherlock's mobile phone has undergone some modifications of his own, and "borrowed" Mycroft's permission to connect to the military's satellite system, and there is also a signal in the deep mountains and wild forests.

Winsty opened the search bar, waiting for Sherlock's next instruction.

"Type in the title of the song you don't remember the words for."

Winsty: "..."

"Did the search come out?"

"Ahem..." Winsty pretended to cough a few times, "Oh, I use my voice too much, I'm afraid I can't sing anymore."

Sherlock closed his eyes, and those who didn't know thought she had sung a whole opera!

"Why don't you sing me a song?"

"No."

Her request was directly rejected by Sherlock.

"I think you are especially suitable for singing slow jazz."

Winsty found a song and played it to Sherlock.

"Don't sing."

"Life is about trying."

"Then I don't mind letting you try to walk back to Adams Manor from here."

A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, Wensty shut up.

When Sherlock returned to Adams Manor with Winsty on his back, the game continued.

The last words Debbie left for Winsty were "I won't be leaving until tomorrow at the earliest." If this woman hadn't messed up, then First would still be playing hide-and-seek, and he hid in a secret place.

Sherlock put Winsty down and asked her, "Where do you think Foster is most likely hiding?"

Various places in the house flashed through Wensty's mind, and every place might be where Fuster hid. She couldn't grasp Fuster's brain circuit.

At the end of the game, no one cared about the game anymore, they all came out of the hiding place, counted the number of people, and found that the two catchers were not there.

Without blaming or complaining, everyone looked at each other knowingly, with a knowing smile on their lips, and each retreated to the room.

Winsty tells Sherlock that if First wants to hide, they might have a hard time finding him.

Among other things, First is the king of hide-and-seek and hide-and-seek, and he has a unique set of hiding techniques.

Sherlock shook his head. He couldn't believe how good a person who used leaves as piranhas could hide.

But the fact is that they searched Adams Manor, but found no trace of Foster.

The first bird chirping in the morning, Winsty rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw a few drops of dew on Sherlock's shoulders.

They've been searching for a whole night, and now it can be said that they are physically and mentally exhausted...or maybe it's just Wensty who is exhausted physically and mentally, and Sherlock is caught in a new mystery, and the more difficult it is, the more excited he is.

Winsty brushed the dew off his shoulders and said to him, "Sir, are you tired?"

The two of them were surrounded by a burst of red light, and the doorbell rang hurriedly.

Sherlock and Winsty glanced at each other, walked to the door, and found a group of men in police uniforms outside the iron gate.

The policeman standing at the front was the one who came to Adams Manor to take their whole family away. Wensti still remembered him, and his name was Officer Victor.

Police Officer Victor's face was serious. Judging from his expression, Winsty vaguely sensed that something serious was happening.

The arrival of Police Officer Victor opened up the morning of Adams Manor, and a large family gathered in the living room, which was specially requested by Police Officer Victor.

He looked at the strange people in the room, the upper and lower rows of teeth were tightly intertwined, and the masseter muscles on both sides of the cheeks bulged, making the face more square.

Sherlock glanced at him, seeing his nervousness.

Yes, Police Officer Victor, who had a lot of experience, also became nervous when facing such a room of people. He had never seen so many strange people gathered together, it was almost like a freak show of the last century.

"Is everyone here?" Officer Victor asked after taking a deep breath.

Gomez, the head of the family, stood at the head of the family and answered him: "Three more are missing."

Crowley, Debbie, and First are not here.

Winsty told her father: "The third uncle came home last night."

"Did he not attend the wedding?"

Wensti shook her head, and silently replied to him in her heart: The wedding cannot be held.

Officer Victor: "When did he leave last night?"

"About nine o'clock."

Victor whispered a few words to the detective under him, who nodded and left.

"What about the other people?"

"We don't know where Foster and Debbie went, has anyone seen Foster?"

A relative raised his hand: "I saw him last night and tried to persuade him to hide with me, but he didn't agree to me, and then I never saw him again."

Sherlock also met Foster at about the same time last night, and the rest of the people all shook their heads. Since the hide-and-seek game started, none of them had seen Foster and Debbie.

"At 04:30 this morning, mountain patrollers found a female body in the mountains. After identification, the deceased was confirmed to be Debbie Crum."