[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

John woke up with the smell of breakfast, put on his clothes in a hurry and went downstairs, and he saw Shelley busy in the kitchen, the experimental supplies on the dining table had disappeared, and Sherlock was actually helping to set the tableware.

Hearing him come in, Shelley turned back and smiled and said, "Is Chinese breakfast okay? Mycroft sent some rice, and I cooked lean meat porridge. I drink some hot porridge in the morning to warm my stomach. But sherlock bought the buns. I heard that tasty."

"I got up late," John was a little embarrassed, "You have been on the plane for so long and you have jet lag, you should get more sleep."

"Slept well, the heating is sufficient, and Sherlock's bed is also very comfortable." Shelley took out the porridge in the stew pot. This is Sherlock's favorite. "Is this also from the Chinese restaurant last night?"

Not long after breakfast, Shelley was still tidying up the living room for Sherlock, when she heard Mrs. Hudson shouting from downstairs: "Sherlock, there is a guest."

The person who came to visit was a tall man about 30 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, well-dressed, and a charming smile on his face at any time: "Miss Hope, I am Tomlynd, and Mr. Holmes asked me to design your coffee shop for you. You call me Tom is fine, here is my business card."

Shelley was about to pick it up, when a hand stretched out beside him to intercept it. Sherlock was sitting on the sofa in a daze with his legs crossed, his hands folded and his head on his head. After looking at the business card, he suddenly jumped up energetically and said, "Let's go, let's go and see how big the store is before you come to design, so don't expect This young lady is gone, her aesthetics are beyond recognition."

Shelley pouted and said, "I only know that you play the violin well. When did the interior design become so professional?"

Sherlock stood up and straightened his little coat, raised his head and said, "Don't you know that art is interlinked?"

"Come on," Shelley looked at him with contempt for his shirt and suit, which seemed to be one size smaller, "I didn't realize how good your aesthetics are, don't you think it's stretched and uncomfortable?"

Johnj□j came and said: "Okay, okay, girls, the customers are watching, let's go to the store together, I think Shelley hasn't seen it yet, right?"

"Of course, please wait a moment. I'm looking for a coat. Down jackets are too thick in London."

The store is not big, about 800 square feet (74 square meters). It used to be a cake shop, which was divided into two rooms.The outside room is slightly larger, and there is still a counter. The place where the cake stand was originally placed is empty, and there are a few small tables for customers to sit and taste the cakes.The inside is a pastry making room. The oven and other large items have been removed, leaving only two tables and a large iron shelf.

"If Ms. Hope is going to make her own desserts, the workshop inside can be kept, just need to be redecorated." Tom said, "The basic layout of the store can be used without a store, and it would be better to open the windows bigger, and then choose a suitable one." Wallpaper and tables and chairs will do.”

"The door needs to be redecorated." Shelley looked around, "I want to decorate with a strong green taste, but unfortunately there is no yard, otherwise it would be great to plant a few trees."

"We can use potted plants to solve this problem. Add some long vines to make it more green. The doors and windows can also be replaced with materials that imitate branches, and the signs and lights can even be made into the shape of elves..."

Shelley looked at Sherlock with a surprised expression and asked, "Sherlock, you know elves?"

"Know what's wrong with elves?" John asked, Sherlock seemed very knowledgeable, and elves were something even children knew.

"John, you know, it's normal for anyone to know elves, but Sherlock always thinks that things that are useless to his work should be deleted."

"delete?"

"Yes, Sherlock regards his brain as a computer hard drive, and only stores really useful things. He thinks that ordinary people's brains are full of garbage, and they will not find the information they need at critical moments, so he will put his Information that is considered useless will be deleted.”

Both John and Tom looked at Sherlock with stunned expressions, not understanding how the memory in the brain could be deleted as soon as it was said.

Sherlock scratched his unkempt curly hair: "I saw this last time when I was dealing with a missing child case. I thought you would like it, so I proposed this. Why, you don't like it?"

"Oh, no, of course I like it, thank you." Shelley smiled sweetly, "Tom, I don't have any special requirements, I will leave the store design to you, you are a professional."

"Okay, then I'll go back and make the renderings first, and I'll send them to you later, if you think of any requirements, please call me?" Tom took out a tape measure and worked in the store, then shook hands politely say goodbye.

Sending Tom away, Sherlock said: "Okay, let's go back, Shelley, I want chicken for lunch."

"No problem, but you have to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables by yourself, and buy what you like. I have to tidy up my own room. You know, I haven't visited it yet, and I don't know what it is like."

"Oh, no." Sherlock wailed, took out a card and stuffed it into John's hand, "John, can you bring some back when you go to the supermarket? There are also beans and milk, you can use my card."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" John asked.

"Look, Shelley cooks, I pay for it, and you run errands, that's just right." Sherlock said, "Shelley allocates like this every time."

"Okay, okay, Shelley, is there anything else I need to bring?"

"Oh, no need, I'll pack it up today, and I'll buy something myself tomorrow if I'm missing something." Shelley said, "Sherlock, come with me to the second floor to have a look?"

The door of 222b is on the other side of the ground floor business. Mrs. Turner opened the door. The layout inside is similar to that of 221b. Mrs. Turner lives on the ground floor, and Shelley’s room is on the second floor, which also has a small living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The third floor is a couple. Lesbians live.

"They are already married." Mrs. Turner said, "If you are not used to it, as long as you close the door of the living room, basically there will be no influence on each other. But I think you shouldn't mind," she said ambiguously Glancing at Sherlock, "I heard from Mrs. Hudson that they are also a couple."

Sherlock turned a deaf ear to it, and was checking the gas and water pipes for Shelley, and Shelley was not surprised, and helped him explain: "They are not lovers, they are just renting together."

"Oh, sorry, so you two are a couple." Mrs. Turner said awkwardly, secretly blaming Mrs. Hudson for the inaccurate news.

"It's not...forget it." It's useless to explain, these old ladies don't care if it's true or not when they gossip, they only want to believe what they want to believe.

Shelley only had time to look at her future residence at this time. The layout of the house was almost exactly the same as 221b, but the furniture and wallpaper were beige, which she liked, and without Sherlock's messy things, it looked more spacious and bright.The kitchen is fully enclosed, which is very suitable for cooking Chinese food. I don't know if it was originally like this or it was changed after mycroft rented it.

When dragging the suitcase into the room to pack, Shelley suddenly wailed: "Oh, I really have to go to the supermarket today, and I have to buy bedding and bath products."

Sherlock came out of the bathroom after checking the water heater, glanced at the big bed in front of the window, and said, "The bedding has just been changed, it should be mycroft who asked someone to buy it for you, and you can take mine for the time being. I'll just use John's."

"Okay, I'll go buy new ones tomorrow." Shelley has no problem with temporarily using men's bath products, she is not picky, "The kitchen has a complete range of seasonings, rice and noodles, and Chinese food is here Eat well. Sherlock, you can send John a text message and tell him to come here directly after he comes back from the supermarket, I don't have his mobile phone number."

When John walked in with the bag, he was exhausted and out of breath, and he muttered, "No need to help, I can do it myself." Putting all the bags on the dining table, he opened the refrigerator to put the milk in, "Oh , the fridge is full."

Shelley came over and looked at the refrigerator, which was full of meat, vegetables, fruits and drinks: "Mycroft is so kind and considerate."

Sherlock snorted: "The work is all done by his subordinates."

"Yes, he has a secretary named Anthea, she is a beautiful woman, she must have arranged for it." John said.

"Anthea?" Shelley was puzzled for a moment, and then realized, "She changed her name again?"

"It's really a fake name." John said, "Forget about that, what about these things?"

Shelley took out some drinks that didn't need ice from the refrigerator, put the milk in, and looked at the other things in the shopping bag: "These have to be kept in the cabinet, but fortunately they can be stored without refrigeration... "

A loud "bang" interrupted her, she looked up, picked up a box of cans and threw it at the stranger who was throwing at Sherlock with a knife, and then jumped on him before he could react.

"Wait, Shelley, it's dangerous..." John shouted anxiously and rushed over, he didn't bring a gun today.But what surprised him was that Sherlock took a step back to avoid the knife, and just stood there watching Shelley fight with the murderer who wrapped him up tightly, and even grabbed him and wanted to rush in to rescue Shelley the john.

"Sherlock!"

"Don't worry, Shelley can do it alone."

In less than half a minute, Shelley had already punched the intruder in the face, John heard a crisp sound of bones breaking, the intruder shook his body and fainted on the ground.

John looked curiously at Shelley's hands, which were no different from ordinary girls' hands, and were even a bit smaller than western women because of their body shape.

"Shelley's grandfather was a master of boxing and was proficient in Wing Chun. Shelley has been learning boxing from her grandfather since elementary school." Sherlock added.