[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Ah! Why are you here, Count?"

When Albert saw the Count of Monte Cristo, his face turned red as if suddenly dyed with rouge.

"I'm here to find Mr. William Stoke," the Count of Monte Cristo said, looking at William with an undiminished smile. "Albus Dumbledore told me that if there is anything, I can find you here."

Speaking of this, the Count of Monte Cristo glanced at Albert and smiled meaningfully at William, "But it seems that it is no longer necessary."

"You said it was Albus who asked you to come to me?" William was in Sparta in an instant. How did Hogwarts get in touch with the Count of Monte Cristo?

This is simply unscientific!

"Yes, when I entered London, Mr. Albus Dumbledore came to see me, don't worry, I have explained it clearly to him." The Count of Monte Cristo said here, and he held the white glove The cane moved a bit, and a pale golden power radiated out. The power was invisible to ordinary people. The reason why the Count of Monte Cristo did this was not to show William his ability, but to warn.

"Oh, this is really good!"

William blinked at Franz, and Franz immediately understood. He smiled and walked to Albert, who was "secretly" looking at the Count of Monte Cristo, and said with a smile, "Albert, the Count must have something to do with William. , let's leave first! Besides, we left the carnival and went directly to William's place, Eugenie and the others must be impatient waiting in Paris!"

"Ah! Yes!"

Only then did Albert recover from the "beauty" of the Count of Monte Cristo, and then apologized to William on the side, "William, I almost forgot, Eugenie and the others are still waiting for us! Let's go first Go back, remember to go to Paris to play when you have time!"

"I see!" William nodded.

After Franz and Albert bid farewell to William and the Count of Monte Cristo, and after they left, William invited the Count of Monte Cristo to his room.

"Your target is Albert?"

As soon as he entered the room, William asked the Count of Monte Cristo directly.

"good."

The Count of Monte Cristo put down his cane and sat down. His posture was comfortable, but his smile disappeared. "I hope you wizards don't interfere with my affairs."

"Why did you lay hands on Albert?"

Although William knew the specific reason, he still wanted to hear about the Count of Monte Cristo, who felt a little different from Dumas's novel, what was the reason?

"revenge."

The Count of Monte Cristo uttered two words softly, but the coldness in them seemed to pass through the air and spread to William's side, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"I think the best way to get revenge is to marry Albert!"

As soon as William's head became hot, he spoke out what was in his heart!

The Count of Monte Cristo raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and smiled meaningfully at William, "You seem to know about me, but I'm sure I haven't met you. Is this your ability? It's really a good ability .”

William realized something was wrong when the Count of Monte Cristo started to speak. When he was thinking about how to explain it, he heard that the Count of Monte Cristo had explained his story perfectly for him, and this explanation was particularly impressive. Convinced!

"Since you know about me, you must know why I want to take revenge." Edmund Don Tyson, Count of Monte Cristo, said with a bleak smile.

"I know," William couldn't help but said when Edmund Don Tyson was silent in his memory, "Since Fernand de Morcerf married the woman you love the most and sent you to prison , then why can't you marry his favorite son and let him live in remorse for the rest of his life?"

Edmund Don Tyson was taken aback for a moment. He crawled out of hell and endured the pain that others could not bear. Wasn't it just for revenge?

Wouldn't it be too cheap for him if it just ruined him and ruined his reputation?

Thinking of this, Edmund Don Tyson seemed to have thought of something, and smiled slowly, "Mr. William Stock, I think your idea is really good."

"...if you like it."

At this moment, William didn't know what expression he should use to face him. He wanted to help that "stupid and cute" guy Albert, but he didn't expect to "marry" him off in a flash... But, look at Albert Bei's expression, why do I think Albert should thank me?

...If Alexandre Dumas knew, he wouldn't jump out and hack me to death, would he?

William was thinking in a mess, but Edmund Don Tyson had already stood up. He picked up his cane and said to William, "Thank you for reminding me, I have already thought of a solution."

Speaking of this, Edmund Don Tyson helped himself to the hat he was wearing, "It's getting late, I should go back to Paris, and I look forward to seeing you next time."

After speaking, Edmund Don Tyson turned and left.

……

I actually don't expect to meet you here, what should I do?

William thought a little tangled.

"You look depressed."

Suddenly, Sherlock appeared outside William's room, holding a large bouquet of red roses in his hand, "There must be someone you don't want to see among those who came, I guess, they must have left just now The gentleman, isn't he? The gentleman came for one thing, and the thing he came for had to do with the friend who came to you, and the gentleman must have a lot of money for your friend, and he didn't look like It doesn't look like there is a lack of money or people, so there is only one possibility, and that is revenge! But that gentleman and your friend look about ten years apart, and it doesn't look like there is any hatred. In this way, His age must be more than that, he must be very old, about... because he should be seventeen or eighteen years old, and the person who has a grudge against that gentleman should be your friend's parents, right!"

William heard that while watching Sherlock show off his IQ, he looked left and said to him, "Sherlock, why are you holding such a big bouquet of roses?"

"This is for you!" Sherlock handed the rose in his hand to William.

"what?"

William was taken aback, as if thinking of something, looked nervously into Sherlock's silver-gray eyes, and almost shouted hastily, "Sherlock, we don't have an appointment!"

"What nonsense are you thinking?" Sherlock obviously understood what William meant. He looked at William with disgust and said, "Rather than liking you, I think Watson is more suitable for me!"

Speaking of this, Sherlock handed the red rose in his hand to Sherlock and said, "Ms. Hudson asked me to give it to you. She said yes, someone gave it to you just now, let me bring it for her! ... This gift The flower is a man, and sprayed with Klein No. [-], he is really a person of taste."

……

"Why are you looking at me like this? I don't know him!"

William pouted, took the red rose, took out the card from the flower, and opened it. There were seven words printed on it by the computer: I love you, Moriarty.

……

Obviously, this passage was also seen by Sherlock.

"I really don't know him."

William was instantly helpless.

"I know," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, grabbed the card in William's hand and looked at it for a while, then took back the rose in William's hand, "I requisitioned this."

"...Sherlock, this is for me..."

"It's mine now."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he left with the flowers in his arms.

"Hey, Sherlock, are you sure you can find out something with this bouquet?"

William sighed, chased after Sherlock, and asked.

"It's from the 'Good Flowers' shop in the next street because the clerks there like to tie bows with their backhands."

"Do you want to ask the flower shop?"

William has obviously been with Sherlock for a long time, and knows some of Sherlock's rules of conduct.

"Of course," Sherlock replied, "since he has sent me a challenge, why don't I accept it!"

"Since it's a challenge for you, why did he give it to me instead of you?" William wondered, "Could it be a wrong gift? In fact, it was for you? You must know that he is your admirer." , Sherlock!"

"Do you think so?"

Sherlock looked at William, his silver-gray eyes watery in the sunlight.

"Well, it's possible, isn't it?"

William said.

"He did give it to you." Sherlock smiled after finishing speaking.

"why?"

William was puzzled, he still couldn't figure out why Moriarty sent him this bouquet of flowers.Instead of giving it to his admirer, Sherlock?

Could it be that he was jealous.So deliberately trying to make Sherlock jealous?

Wait, what do I want to find out?

Thinking of this, William suddenly looked at Sherlock, and asked nervously, "Sherlock, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"What about the boyfriend?"

"No."

When Sherlock said this, he glanced sideways at William, with some tangled eyes, "I don't like homosexuals now, and of course, I don't like women either."

"Oh! That would be great!"

William finally let go of his heart, and finally he didn't have to worry about bending over unknowingly.

However, something seems wrong?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

When the two arrived at the flower shop, Sherlock asked who sent the bouquet of flowers.

"Is there anything you don't like about this bouquet?"

The clerk in the flower shop was a blonde girl with blue eyes, looking back and forth between Sherlock and William.

"No, we just want to know who sent this bouquet of flowers!"

Sherlock repeated his question again.

"Excuse me, is this bouquet for you?"

The clerk glanced at Sherlock and asked.

"No, it was for him."

Sherlock said, pulling William who was beside him, speaking expressionlessly.

The clerk looked William back and forth, and the meaning in that look was so complicated that William was a little confused for a while.

"Sir, although you are very handsome, you can't have two high-quality handsome men, at least you should leave one for our group of women!"

The clerk said with indignation and righteousness, "I really don't know how London has been these years, why handsome guys like being with handsome guys!"

"We are not a couple!" William's head was full of black lines.

"Oh my god, you actually have two high-quality handsome guys in a row, and let them all like you, handsome guy, how did you do it!, can you teach me?"

……

Sister paper, you are dirty, I am innocent, really!