[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

"Then tell me your opinion!" The matter is about professional issues, Dana still prefers to trust Sherlock, after all, he is in this business!

"Ace Prieter, a financial practitioner, used to borrow money to speculate in stocks, but because of an accident, the funds were insufficient, and all investments disappeared like bubbles." Sherlock's light-colored eyes flickered with a light, and he looked extremely excited. Yes, like a child getting a favorite toy: "But that's not the point of this case!"

"Huh?" Dana raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at the other party's sensitivity.

"Yes, bum!"

The more Sherlock talked, the more excited he became. At the end, he simply stood up with his hands on the table, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and he said enthusiastically, "The most important point is this."

"The one-time Wall Street darling disappeared for a while after becoming a bum, and at the same time his stepmother, the victim in a completely unrelated case, appeared."

"Sherlock, calm down!" Watson quietly tugged on the sleeve of the cohabitant, signaling the other party to be quiet and stop impolite behavior.

"Then why are so many homeless people missing?" Dana relaxed and fell on the back of the chair, looked up at Sherlock above, and asked back.

"Because of revenge!"

Sherlock's tone of voice was very certain, and he didn't notice his sleeve being pulled at all: "Because the tramp's stepmother did it!"

"But is there any problem with Ace Preet?" Watson listened, and finally couldn't help the doubts in his heart, and asked.

"Because he induced it!"

Sherlock used a look that seemed to be looking at a fool, and did not continue until Watson blushed when he was seen: "In the daytime, she is a timid lady with bad reputation, and at night, she is a murderous devil! He hypnotized his stepmother into two personalities, and finally tortured and killed her during the day when the latter was so frightened that she almost fainted."

"But he didn't have to kill those bums!"

Watson raised doubts, which is what made him doubtful in this case.

"He needs to let that woman live in an extremely insecure environment, if she thinks that there will be police officers arresting her outside at any time. Of course, the most important thing is to provoke, very arrogantly provoke those stupid Scotland Yard!" Xia Xia Locke was a little impatient, and he stated the conclusion very simply.

"Clap clap clap!"

After listening to all the reasoning, Dana stretched out his hands and applauded politely, and looked at Sherlock with admiration: "A very perfect reasoning."

No one can deny Sherlock's talent in reasoning, or in other words, no one can deny everything about Sherlock, he always has a way to convince you that he is right.

That's exactly what happened.

"But you are one step too late."

Dana pretended to be very regretful, saw the slightly enlarged pupils of the other party, and smiled with satisfaction: "Because Sergeant Greg of Scotland Yard has gone!"

"At the moment, that Mr. Ace Preet is probably in prison."

"You told him?" Hearing this, Sherlock frowned and said a little dissatisfied.

"NO, NO!" Dana waved his finger in front of Sherlock's eyes, denying that the other party put irrelevant charges on him: "He is a long-term worker in our shop!"

Long-term workers?Sherlock shifted his gaze to Hannibal beside him, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"Yes."

Hannibal's posture was as elegant as ever, and he said slowly in a low and pleasant voice, "The police officer gave me a very good impression. I thought I could help, so I gave some clues."

"I didn't expect them to be so fast!"

"The speed at which they claim credit has always been very fast!" Sherlock's words were full of sarcasm, and he didn't like those guys who were good at making money.

"Oh, Charles, you look like a kid who can't claim credit!" Dana laughed unceremoniously, completely without thinking about his friend's mental health.

"Humph!"

Sherlock glanced at the man on the opposite side, curled his lips, finally stood up, and walked towards the food cabinet. Of course, he just took a step when he was stopped by the voice behind him.

Dana looked at him and said with a dark face:

"Bring me back!"

No one wants to let Sherlock into the kitchen unless they want to ruin the whole room.

"I want seasoning and pickled ginger!" Sherlock stopped obediently, and then began to order very naturally, just like he did with Mrs. Hudson at 221B.

"Eh..." Watson, who had witnessed all this, didn't know what to say, so he could only utter some exclamations.

"The pickled ginger is not ready!"

Dana was about to annoy him to death, he would come here at this time every time, and then search a lot of things to go, otherwise he would have to go to his own kitchen for a walk.

"That guy said he would send a nanny over!" Sherlock reluctantly said what his brother sent to his phone in the morning.

"make a deal!"

Dana agreed very simply, without the firmness just now.

Well, maybe he really has no experience communicating with this group of people.Watson was defeated, and he even comforted himself a little bit of bitterness.

"The seasoning is outside the layer you usually take. If you pickle the ginger, come back to get it in a few days!" Dana also finished speaking neatly, and he started to chase people away.

Hearing this, Sherlock took a few steps to the left, and then found a few small porcelain bottles on the second floor of the food cabinet where sundries were placed, which contained powdery seasonings.

"Watson!"

"Huh?" Hearing his name, Watson raised his head aggressively and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

"You can add these seasonings to mashed potatoes and other bland foods!" Dana softened his tone, and said to his friend's cohabitant: "As for the fried dumplings that guy likes to eat, the Chinese restaurant is Yes, of course don't get used to him!"

"I'm not used to his brother!"

"??"

So why tell yourself this?Watson couldn't adapt to the other party's change, and looked at Sherlock aside with puzzled eyes.

Wait, he suddenly had a bad idea...

really!

"Since you live together, I'll leave these matters to you!" Dana finished speaking on her own, completely oblivious to Watson's broken expression when he heard his words.

These people are exactly like Mrs. Hudson!

Watson could only reproduce the sentence he had explained thousands of times, and once again proved his innocence: "Sherlock and I are just living together, not what you think!"

The clear and transparent blue eyes were full of helplessness. Watson never thought that he would be considered a homosexual. Of course, he had no other intentions.

Sherlock put the seasoning bottles into his coat pocket, passed Watson expressionlessly, and said, "Let's go."

After speaking, he walked to the door first.

Watson instinctively responded, but later found that he couldn't explain it clearly, and the other party's teasing eyes made him very flustered.

"Forehead……"

"That guy is leaving..." Dana pointed to the direction of the door and interrupted before Watson could speak.After Sherlock finished that sentence, he went directly to the door without any intention of waiting.

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Watson turned his head and saw Sherlock's back. He didn't bother to explain, so he could only apologize embarrassedly: "I hope we can meet again."

"Of course!" Dana's tone was impassioned.

This tone made Watson a little puzzled, but he didn't care about anything else, because Sherlock had already reached the door at this time, and he followed Sherlock's footsteps in two or three steps, and the conversation between the two came out from time to time.

"Hi, Sherlock, you should slow down." Watson said in a complaining tone, and when he turned around and saw Dana Lawrence, he immediately smiled.

Although this time being a guest was not perfect, he was impressed by this man with great cooking skills.

Sherlock: "..."

The curly-haired man didn't say anything, but silently speeded up.

After Watson and Sherlock left, the kitchen fell into silence again, only Dana and Hannibal were left looking at each other.

"Are you going out later?"

Dana didn't look like she was in front of Sherlock Watson at the beginning, her legs were straight on the table, her chin was propped up with her right hand, and her other hand tapped the table lightly and rhythmically.

There are two people in the kitchen, one is working and the other is standing, the distance is not too far, but not too close.

The man's deep eyes seemed to be covered with a beautiful smoky gray, pure, transparent, deep sea-like blue, but suppressed deadly danger.

"Yes, I need to find some food!" Hannibal unhurriedly took out white gloves from the pocket of his suit jacket, and put them on his hands.

"Still hungry?" He is confident that when he makes it, he can make everyone understand the definition of delicious.

"It's a different kind of hunger, honey!" Hannibal looked up, his gray-brown pupils seemed to have something extra, but Dana couldn't see clearly, because he looked away immediately.

"Hehe!" Dana sneered, and he spoke in a gentle tone: "Next time if you dare to call me dear——"

Hannibal turned his eyes to Dana who was sitting in the chair, ready to listen to the other party's next words.

"I will break your leg!"

Dana has grown so big, but she has never been so upset, except for Sherlock, who likes to piss off everything.That's right, he doesn't like the sissy address of my dear at all.

The gray-brown eyes narrowed instantly, the black-haired man paused in his hands, and looked at the guy who didn't know what to do with his eyes.

"Why, dissatisfied?" Sitting calmly on the chair, Dana smiled kindly.

Hannibal didn't speak, he smoothed the shirt off his body, then turned and left, leaving only the man behind doing lazily.

"Don't bring back dirty things."