[Zhongyingmei] Shh, don't spoil it

On his first morning at 221B Baker Street, Ryan was woken up by a series of gunshots.She opened the door, and saw Sherlock Holmes standing in front of the French window, blindfolded with a tie and shooting a gun.With every gunshot, a brand new bullet hole appeared in the thick wall opposite.

Ryan was still in her white nightgown, and her short hair looked like a brown bird's nest.

"Can you put your gun down, Mr. Holmes?" She was already trying very hard to calm herself down. "You disturbed my rest."

"Oh—this one..." Sherlock didn't let go of the arm holding the gun.

"Ryan, Ryan Quinn." She said her name.

"Miss Quinn, first of all, it's not morning, it's already 9 o'clock in the morning, judging from your actions yesterday, you have slept for 9 hours now, too much sleep will increase the risk of depression and diabetes , let your brain function decline and age, menstrual disorders and endocrine disorders." He shot another shot at the wall, "It will also make it difficult for you to conceive in the future."

"I took a 7-hour flight, and I didn't take a break during this period, and I needed to adjust-time-difference!" She almost gritted her teeth to say the last three words, "The United States and the United Kingdom 5 hours difference, it's only [-]am for me now! Can you get your goddamn gun down now?"

"Even so, it can't change the fact that you have slept for nine hours." Sherlock finally took off the blindfolded tie, and put the gun in the drawer of the table, "A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar ,Thanks."

"What?" Ryan frowned and looked at him puzzled, "You woke me up and asked me to make coffee for you?" How thick is this man?Should be able to apply for the Guinness Book of World Records!

"A cup of coffee, two pieces of candy, thank you." Sherlock pretended not to hear and sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, as if thinking.

Ryan rubbed his head, and after swearing, he was going to get some breakfast, as well as the early morning coffee.Anyway, looking at it like this, it is impossible for me to go back to sleep and sleep...

She went to the kitchen to see if there were any eggs in the refrigerator, but she shuddered when she saw what was inside.

It has absolutely nothing to do with whether she has been trained or not. When you open the refrigerator and see a head with its eyeballs gouged out, you will definitely react more strongly than her.This situation is like the sudden Jump-scare when playing a horror game, the sudden grimace catches you off guard.

Ryan stood there looking at the black and blue head inside, and by the way, took a few glances at the finger sandwiched between the egg and milk, and another eyeball soaked in a transparent Coke bottle...

Ryan decided that this afternoon she was going to fill another freezer of her own here.

She made the coffee and put it on the coffee table next to Sherlock, and said, "I hope you can keep your mouth shut after drinking this cup of coffee."

"Are you angry?" Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at Ryan. "How did you know me? And why did you form that impression? You are angry now because my image is very different from what you think When you saw the things in the refrigerator, you were only slightly frightened. You didn’t scream or do anything else. You even stood there and looked at the other things in the refrigerator carefully. You didn’t feel scared when you saw me shooting blindfolded in the morning. The point is just In the so-called sleep I disturbed you, I can basically judge that your occupation is an agent, a spy or something that needs to be kept secret, not a professional killer. Your last name can fully reflect that you cannot do it for money What."

"You can go to Google to find all my information, and it's all written in sevens and eights." No wonder!

"Compared to the simple entry information without details, I prefer my own judgment." His eyes showed a dark gray due to the light, making it difficult to see what he was thinking, "You suddenly traveled a thousand miles away?" There must have been some purpose in coming all the way to England. Let me guess - looking for someone? Asking for help?"

Ryan: poker face :)

Now she suddenly wanted to smash the damn dead head in the refrigerator on the curly head of this brat.

Even if he has a Benedict Cumberbatch face :)

"You are angry. You may want to press something hard on my head now, which means that I am right." He smiled triumphantly, "I am looking for someone. It should be a relative." Affirmative sentence, It's as if you've been absolutely sure that the answer is right.

Ryan just stood in front of the sofa and stared at him condescendingly, then said lightly: "Wrong."

Sherlock's expression paused for a moment.

"I'm here to find someone, and I'm also here to ask for help." This time it was Ryan's turn to smile, "It seems that you still need a lot of exercise, Mr. Holmes." After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for Sherlock to have anything The reaction is to go back to the room and start washing and changing clothes, and prepare to go out to buy a small refrigerator.

The weather in the UK is still so weird, there is still a little time before Christmas, and it will not be particularly cold.Ryan finally gave up her three-piece suit today and pulled out a men's gray woolen coat from under a dozen suits in the suitcase. After checking that his Oxford shoes were still shiny, Ryan took his bank card and went out.

Mrs. Hudson was baking small biscuits downstairs. After seeing Ryan coming down, she greeted enthusiastically: "Are you going out? I have some biscuits that I just baked here, and they are still warm. Do you want some?"

Ryan shook his head politely. "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Hudson. By the way, would you accept me adding an extra refrigerator? The kitchen refrigerator has things I don't like."

"God, I forgot to remind you." She looked at Ryan apologetically, "Sherlock is a good boy, but he has a lot of eccentricities. I know what's in the refrigerator...Of course, if you want to buy another one I will Don't mind..."

Ryan thanked her.

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