[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

After finding the gem worth tens of millions of pounds from the easter eggs, Sherlock had no case to handle for a long time, and every day he squatted at home bored and moldy, and Shelley heard him holding a gun at home from time to time when he was at home or in the coffee shop Venting their depression, the residents of Baker Street went from being panicked at the beginning to now turning a deaf ear. It has to be said that their nerves have been tempered a lot.

When another gunshot rang out, Shelley and Tom were sitting at an empty table in the coffee shop, drinking coffee and waiting for the cake to be baked. There were a few bright roses in a glass vase at the corner of the table.She looked at Tom who was very calm, and smiled bitterly: "Are you even used to it?"

Tom laughed and said, "Are you praising me for being active enough in chasing you?"

"Probably." Shelley smiled, and when he heard the "ding" from the oven, he got up and went to the operation room, took out the cake from the oven, carefully cut off the sides, and then spread the orange-flavored cream , Mounting flowers.

Tom leaned against the door and watched her work, and asked, "Does little Mr. Holmes like orange-flavored cream?"

"Yes, he also likes cantaloupe and apples." She said, sliced ​​the prepared apples and cantaloupe, carefully arranged them in a pattern, divided them into eight small pieces with a knife, put half in a box, and used the other half The plate was filled and passed to Tom, "Try it, you will like it too." She raised the box to signal, "You sit first, I will send the cake to Sherlock."

"Why don't we go together?" Tom asked.

Shelley shook his head: "He's in a bad mood recently, it's better for you not to appear in front of him, I'm afraid he'll take his temper on you." I don't know why, Sherlock's temper has been worse recently than any other time when there was no case Bad, especially I don't know why I don't like Tom very much, every time I meet him, I have to be sarcastic.If she hasn't married yet, it must be because he scares away all the boys who want to pursue her, and only picks on their weaknesses and pains. Even my father and brother are not as strict as him.

Shelley took it for granted, and knocked on the door of 221b, not thinking that the two of them had separated for two years, and she didn't have a boyfriend. Mrs. Hudson opened the door for her. Shelley smiled and said, "Mrs. Hudson, I made a cake. Let's go upstairs and eat some?"

"I'm not going up, they're arguing," whispered Mrs Hudson.

Shelley raised his eyebrows, took out a piece of cake from the box and put it on the plate: "Taste it for you, I'll go upstairs and see what's going on." John, who has such a good temper, wants to quarrel with him, what the hell is he doing? ?Are you not afraid of losing your popularity and not being able to find a roommate?

When he reached the stairs, he met John walking out angrily, and smiled reluctantly when he saw her. Shelley raised the cake box in his hand at him, and he waved his hand: "I won't eat, I'll go out to get some air."

"Okay." Shelley reluctantly let him go downstairs, and carried the cake into the living room by herself, "Sherlock, why did you piss off our good army doctor?"

Sherlock was wrapped in his nightgown and lay curled up on the sofa. Hearing this, he stood up unhappily from the sofa, walked to the window and looked out, and said, "Aren't you accompanying your interior designer?"

Shelley put the cake on a plate and said, "He's not mine. I just gave him a chance to pursue me. It cannot be denied that he is indeed a good man, isn't he?"

Sherlock didn't speak.He had already analyzed and reasoned, and even went to Mycroft to verify, after all, the man was recommended by the fat man.He didn't find any reason to isolate Tomlynd. Lynd was tall, handsome, gentle and elegant, with a high IQ. He was born in the middle class and his income was enough to support a large family.In all fairness, this man is really suitable for marriage, but he just feels uncomfortable, if Mycroft hadn't repeatedly warned not to destroy Shelley's "good things", he would have used all means to drive him away.

Shelley didn't say anything else, and walked up to him with a cake plate: "Have a piece of cake, I just made it."

Sherlock looked at the cake with disgust: "There are only 3 yuan, and you left 4 yuan for Lynd. You used to give the whole cake..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud "bang" outside, and the airflow shattered the windows, knocking them all to the ground.The moment they fell, Sherlock sprinted forward and covered Shelley, who stretched out his arms and tried to shield his head from the explosion and the glass.

They hugged each other and lay on the ground for a few seconds, and it was true that there would be no more movement before they got up from the ground. Sherlock scanned Shelley's whole body up and down, and after making sure that nothing happened, he walked to the window that had been shaken into two big holes and looked out: "The gas is leaking on the opposite side."

Shelley didn't answer, it wasn't the first time she hugged Sherlock, and it wasn't the first time she was protected or protected by the other party, but for some reason, even though his body was still so thin, her heart suddenly jumped It rose, so fast and loud that she almost doubted that Sherlock could hear it beating.

"Sheley, are you okay?" Sherlock turned around strangely and asked, is there any injury that he didn't see?

"I'm fine..."

Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs: "I don't know, I'm going up to see." Before the words finished, the landlady and Tom appeared at the stairs.

"Sheley, are you okay?" Tom strode over and asked, his originally crisp and handsome suit was stained with dust, and the skirt was still a little wrinkled, apparently also blown down by the air current, but before he had time to tidy himself up, he hurried over to check her condition.

"I'm fine, how are you?" Shelley replied after glancing at Sherlock who seemed to be observing the situation outside the window carefully.

"Fortunately, the store you just renovated is going to be renovated again."

Shelley froze for a moment, all the embarrassment and entanglement before had gone to the sky, turned around and rushed downstairs, and then Sherlock saw her looking at the coffee shop downstairs and making a frantic gesture.

John didn't come back until the next morning, and Mycroft arrived before him.The poor man was flanked by the two Holmes brothers, pointing out that he stayed at his girlfriend's house for one night and slept on the sofa, and then was forced by Mycroft to ask him how he felt about sharing the room with Sherlock.

"Mycroft," Shelley interrupted impatiently, "what's the matter with you today?"

Mycroft took out a document and handed it to Sherlock. Sherlock played his violin lightly, turning a blind eye to the document in front of him. Shelley felt that Mycroft was already grinding his back molars, and hurried over to take the document in his hand: "What case is it?"

"Andrew West, known to his friends as Westie, was a public servant who was found dead this morning on the tracks at Battersea Railway Station from a blow to the head."

"Did he commit suicide?" John asked.

Mycroft did not answer his question directly: "The Ministry of Defense is currently developing a new missile defense system called the Bruce-Partington Project, and the contents of the plan are stored on a memory stick."

"Missing the memory stick?" Shelley asked.

"Yes, of course, we prepared a lot of backups, but it was classified, and now it's lost." Mycroft said, "Highly classified, we think west took it, sherlock, you have to get it back , and cannot let it fall into the wrong hands.”

Sherlock ignored him at all. Shelley was a little at a loss with the documents, she was always unwilling to force Sherlock to do something he didn't want to do, but now this matter is related to state secrets, it doesn't seem very good no matter what. John reached out to take the document in her hand and said, "Okay, we will check."

Mycroft nodded with satisfaction: "Goodbye, Shelley, John. Goodbye, Sherlock."

He was answered by a piercing sound of a violin.

As if it was an appointment, as soon as Mycroft left, Lestrade's phone rang, and Sherlock immediately perked up, and said, "Johrade is calling me, are you coming?"

John and Shelley followed suit. Shelley's coffee shop was closed, and was planning to find someone to renovate after the gas explosion case across the street was resolved. Anyway, staying at home has nothing to do, so I just went to join in the fun.

What Lestrade asked them to talk about was the gas explosion on the opposite side, or it was pretending to be a gas explosion. The murderer left a safe at the scene, and there was an envelope with Sherlock's name on it.

"It's been x-rayed, it's safe," Lestrade said.

After Sherlock analyzed the paper and handwriting, he took out a pink mobile phone from the envelope, and John recognized it. It was exactly the same as the mobile phone of the deceased in the pink research case.

There was a text message in the mobile phone, the content was the sound of "Didi". Shelley counted it, and there were 5 sounds in total.There is also a picture of what appears to be a room with a fireplace.

Lestrade asked suspiciously: "A picture posted by a real estate agency, five tones of the Greenwich time signal, what does this mean?"

"This is a warning, warning us that things will happen again," Sherlock said and walked out, "I've seen this place before."

Everyone hurriedly followed: "What else will happen?"

"Bang~"