[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

When they got home, Detective Lestrade was already waiting for them at 221b.Before John, Shelley and Lestrade finished their polite conversation, Sherlock couldn't wait to ask: "Tell me about the case."

"Chocolate murder case, the third one just died this morning. They were all killed at home. There are more than ten pounds of broken chocolate in the house."

"Chocolate? Was it the victim's or the killer's?"

"It's not sure yet, but we all tend to belong to the victim. The chocolate should not be eaten, but a collection. At the murder scene, we can all see a shelf with crafts, just crafts made of chocolate..." Inspector Lestrade said he couldn't think of what it was.

"I need to go see the scene."

Sherlock stood up to get his coat, but Shelley slapped him back to his seat: "Leave after lunch." She turned to Inspector Lestrade, "Inspector, you haven't eaten lunch yet, have you? I'm cooking macaroni, let's go together Eat some, and go to work when you are full."

Inspector Lestrade knew Shelley's temper from Mycroft a long time ago, and even Sherlock sat down at the dining table obediently, so he didn't insist on leaving. Mrs. Hudson kindly brought up some cups of coffee. "Honey, I just baked some muffins. Would you like to try them?"

John hurried forward to help put the coffee on the dining table: "Mrs. Hudson's muffins are amazing, they are delicious, you must try them."

Shelley fished out the macaroni and put them on plates: "Okay, thank you, Mrs. Hudson. You haven't had lunch yet, have you? We have macaroni at noon. Last time I bought some meat sauce for pasta, which tastes very good. Nice, do you want to try it?"

Mrs. Hudson waved her hand: "No need, it's almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I've already eaten. You guys just came back from out of town, right? I didn't hear the sound of Sherlock and John coming home last night."

"Yes, we went to Lamberley." John replied, and Mrs. Hudson had gone downstairs.

The macaroni tasted good, and everyone was very satisfied with the meal. Only Sherlock couldn't help muttering when he took the fork and started eating the macaroni: "Why don't you make a sandwich, that's much faster, and you can eat it while walking."

Shelley added two spoonfuls of macaroni to Inspector Lestrade, and replied: "In that case, you must have stuffed sandwiches for Inspector Johrade when you go out. It's better to eat at home and I can still watch."

Detective Lestrade silently gave Shelley a thumbs up in his heart, he was so happy to see a Sherlock nemesis in his life.

The three of them went to the crime scene after lunch, Shelley was not interested in solving the case, and Sherlock would not agree to take her to see the dead, so he simply went back to his home to wash and tidy up the room, and take a look at the decoration of his shop by the way Yes, even though mycroft is helping to watch, I still need to show my face.

Tom happened to be there too, and he was instructing the workers to paste weeping willow pattern wallpaper on the wall, when he saw Shelley hurried up to greet him: "Sheley, good afternoon, the decoration is almost finished, and only the table is left after pasting the wallpaper on the two walls. Chairs and tableware need to be bought."

The whole coffee shop is mainly green, and the weeping willow branches on the wallpaper seem to be swaying in the wind. She has already ordered some beautifully shaped light yellow tables and chairs, which must look very beautiful.Then go buy some potted vines, the guests are sure to love it.

Although there was nothing to look at carefully, and there was no need for an overseer, Shelley stayed and chatted with Tom for a while. Tom is a gentle and elegant man, handsome and considerate, chatting with him is very pleasant, unlike Sherlock, although they have known each other for more than [-] years, Sherlock has restrained himself a lot in front of her, sometimes she still wants to pinch him kill him.

"Would you like to have a drink across the street together?" Tom asked.

Of course the opposite is not a coffee shop, otherwise Shelley can only open a cake shop, and such a short street cannot support two coffee shops.Opposite is a pub, the kind that serves an English lunch, and of course it's fine if you just want a drink.

Shelley said helplessly, "Thank you, but I don't drink." She raised her right hand to show him her luggage, "I just came back from another place, so let's go home and rest first."

"Okay." Tom was a little discouraged, but still politely sent her out the door, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye...hey, who are you looking for?" she called to the man who was opening the gate of 222b.

The man turned his head and glanced at them, then suddenly turned and ran, and soon disappeared. Shelley stared blankly at his back as he disappeared around the corner of the street, and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to rob a house in broad daylight?"

"Do you live alone? I'm afraid it's not safe. You'd better wait for Mr. Holmes to come back before going home." Tom said worriedly.

Shelley waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, since that person has been scared away, he will definitely not dare to come again."

When Sherlock and John came back for dinner at night, Shelley talked about it, and Sherlock asked, "Did you see what he looks like?"

"No, he's wearing a black hooded jacket. The hood is pulled down, covering most of his face, and he has a full beard, so he can't see what he looks like at all." Shelley ate the food on the plate, She made Sherlock's favorite fried dumplings today, and she used her favorite celery and pork stuffing, which is very fragrant, "Don't worry about it, he was scared away when I called him, he is very timid. And Don't you believe in my kung fu, even if there are thieves and robbers who come in, they won't be able to please you."

"It's better to be careful, if something happens to you, neither my mother nor Aunt Meng will let me go." Sherlock said, put down the phone and stuffed another fried dumpling into his mouth.Since Shelley came back, he always has what he wants to eat. Although sometimes it's annoying to be caught eating when he doesn't want to eat, but generally speaking, it's better not to have any accidents.

Before I finished eating a fried dumpling, a text message from mycroft came: "The angle is too low to capture the face, the other party is very careful. Her monitoring level has been raised."

"Your agents are indeed idiots. They don't know how to work on a white-collar salary every day, and their reaction is not as good as that of a layman like Shelley." Sherlock's text message was full of disdain and provocation.

"If Shelley came out a little later, she would have seen the agent subdue the man."

"That's why he ran away."

"Dear Shelly, agents aren't made to catch petty thieves."

Sherlock was still about to continue provoking the British government, but Shelley stopped him: "Sherlock, you haven't finished your dinner yet, they are getting cold, can you get rid of them and then communicate with Mycroft?"

"Exchanging feelings?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I wouldn't exchange feelings with a big devil."

"Yes, yes, yes, you don't know how to exchange feelings with the big devil," Shelley comforted, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, isn't it normal for you, a little devil, to exchange feelings with the big devil.

Sherlock was playing with a piece of chocolate after eating. On the table were a few photos of the scene. He was sitting in the living room thinking about the case. John was holding his notebook and writing a blog. case. Shelley stood behind him and looked at it for a while. John's literary skills are really good. Even though she was at the scene, it is still interesting to read his blog now.However, because the perpetrator was a child and the privacy and reputation of the Ferguson family were at stake, he changed the address and name.

"Great writing, John." Shelley complimented.

"Thank you." John is very happy, because of his blog, Sherlock has protested many times. Although the increasing traffic let him know that his blog is actually very popular, the criticism from his friends still makes him very frustrated, and now Shelley The compliment really made him very happy.

"Shelley's aesthetic has never been great, and she's an amateur, so you don't have to be so complacent, John." Sherlock said, "And look at those names you've come up with, 'Pink Research', what kind of name is that?"

"Is there a problem?" John said, "Pink girl, pink case, pink phone, pink from beginning to end. How do you like it?"

Shelley shook his head and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Sherlock's attitude was obvious, he didn't like it, but sometimes John seemed to be quite incapable of reading people's faces.

"No." Sherlock answered exactly that.

"Why, I've been praising you all the time."

"Praise me?" Sherlock looked up from the chocolate and the photo, "Sherlock can see through everything in an instant, but he is extremely ignorant in some aspects...Listen, I repeat, it doesn't matter who the Prime Minister is." Whether the earth revolves around the sun or the moon, I don't need this knowledge..."

The sound of the stairs interrupted Sherlock's eloquence, and Inspector Lestrade appeared at the stairs: "Sherlock, the fourth murder."

Sherlock and John immediately put down their quarrel and followed Inspector Lestrade to leave. Shelley shook his head amusedly, found a book and sat down on the sofa by the fireplace.It's been quite busy these days, and this "Mystery of the Sky" is a bit difficult. She has read it for half a month and hasn't finished it. It just so happens that she has nothing to do tonight and can finish the remaining ten pages.

After reading only a few pages, Shelley suddenly heard someone go upstairs, and then opened the door of the living room. She was a little surprised and asked: "Why are you so fast today?" Shiny dagger.