[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"You think I'm hiding him?"

William looked at Moriarty with a raised eyebrow.

"So I thought so," Moriarty blinked at William, his light blue eyes looked extraordinarily charming under the colorful lights, "I still think so now."

"That's just because Sherlock didn't ask me!"

William turned his gaze to the side, pretending to be absent-minded and said, "Since he didn't ask, why should I?"

"You're right."

Moriarty laughed suddenly. He retracted his pistol, smiled at William, and stood up, "I think our time for chatting is over, and it's time to say goodbye!"

Having said that, Moriarty blinked at William again, "If Sherlock is not suitable for you, you are welcome to come to me, my door will always be open for you!"

"I don't think I would consider this matter," William shrugged with a smile, and took a sip of his wine. "I think you will definitely be caught by Sherlock!"

"Oh, it seems you have great confidence in him?" Moriarty smiled.

"Why not?" William replied as it should.

He really didn't want to have the experience of being the protagonist at all, and be brushed off!

Just thinking about it makes me feel heartbroken!

Moriarty nodded thoughtfully, turned and left.

William sat for a while, and was really not interested, so he was going to go back.

Not long after walking out of the bar, it started to rain lightly, and the pedestrians on the street immediately became confused.

William looked around and found a coffee shop on the corner of the street. He hurried in, and when he was about to sit on the seat by the window, he was bumped by someone. Go get yourself knocked down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

A blond woman supported William in a panic, with an apologetic expression on her face, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." William took a step back, letting her sit first with the gentleman's forehead.

"My name is Kapanier." When Kapanier laughed, her eyes were bent like crescent moons. She was so beautiful. She sat down calmly, "Today's rain is really sudden!"

"William." Sitting next to her, William nodded as he looked at the increasing rain outside the window, "I don't know when it will stop."

"The rain in London has always been like this, and it suddenly started to fall, making people hard to guard against!" After finishing speaking, Kapanier looked at William and said, "You don't look like someone who has lived in London all year round. .”

"Indeed, I only recently moved here," William said. "You don't look like an Englishman. If I'm not mistaken, you're American?"

"Yes, I'm here to participate in the performance," Capanelle said, handing an invitation letter from her bag to William, "If you like, you can go and see it tomorrow night."

"Dancing party?"

William was also surprised when he saw the name written on it. Although Britain abolished the aristocratic system, the royal family has retained it, and there are many powerful and powerful people who retain relatives with the royal family, and the organizer of this party happened to be The young master of the Woodbridge family who is related to the royal family, the Vincent Knightley Woodridge who has always been known as the "tyrant".

"I think I will definitely go then," William said here, and raised the invitation letter in his hand to Kapanier, "This invitation letter is very difficult to get, you gave it to me, no Do you think it’s a loss? After all, we’ve only just met.”

"I don't have any friends in London, so I don't mind giving it to you!" Kapanier didn't care at all. "Anyway, this is just a friend I know. I gave it to me so that I can invite friends to come with me."

"Then I will definitely attend."

When William said this, he pondered for a moment, looked at Capanelle's blond hair and said, "I think your friend should have reminded you about Vincent Knightley Woodridge."

"He didn't say much about it, he just told me not to appear next to Vincent Knightley Woodridge," Kapaniel looked at William suspiciously at this point, "what on earth is this?" something?"

"Well...how should I say it?"

William said that he found out about Vincent Knight Ray Woodridge from his memory, "He is a well-known 'tyrant' in the circle, who likes to play with women and cut bad dolls."

Having said that, William added, "Especially blonde women."

"He..." Kapanier obviously froze for a moment.

"It's so perverted!" William said immediately, "If you are approaching him with a purpose, then blonde hair is just what he likes. If not, I think you should either dye your hair or don't be attracted by him." Discover."

"Why have I never heard of this?" Kapanier looked at William in shock, obviously believing William's words, "And Jon didn't tell me either!"

"That's because everyone doesn't want to mention him," William said here, paused, as if recalling what the man did back then, he couldn't help but twitched, "He is a second-year-old patient."

Speaking of this, William couldn't help complaining: This Vincent is not only a second-school child, he is simply an enhanced version of a troubled boy, a brat, and other monsters!

I really don't know how a British kid would have such an idea of ​​a villain in Japanese anime!

This is simply too unscientific!

"I really don't know how to thank you!" Kapanier looked at William gratefully, and then asked, "You seem to know him well?"

"I was classmates with him when we were young."

William didn't hide anything, and said directly, "And I've been at the same table for a while."

"Wow!" Kapanier was obviously stunned by William's statement, she looked at William in surprise and asked, "Are you also a nobleman?"

"Not anymore," William said with a smile, "I'm just a professor now."

"Professor? What a great job!" Kapanier looked at William enviously, but she looked a little dim, "I used to be in the navy, but at that time I was very inconspicuous... until I It will get better after it becomes what it is now.”

"I can't believe that such a dazzling beauty like you has such a sad past."

William said in disbelief.

"That's all in the past!" Kapanier covered her mouth and smiled, her crooked eyes were like a bright moon, beautiful and charming, "But now I feel good, and I have never regretted it at all."

Speaking of this, Kapanier changed her sitting position, opened her charming blue eyes, and asked cautiously, "Do you hate transgender people?"

"Transgender?"

William was obviously taken aback by this sudden question. He looked Capanelle up and down, and suddenly realized something, "No, I think things like gender are sometimes just a small mistake of God."

"That's a really novel idea," Capanelle laughed, "but I like it."

Having said that, Capanelle looked at William and said sincerely, "I am a transsexual."

"Oh," William wasn't surprised at all, he smiled at Capanelle calmly, and didn't express anything.

"You don't seem surprised?" Kapanier wondered.

"Yes, I can see it." William said, "I didn't doubt it at first, but from your performance and speech and manners, although there are few masculine postures, there are some things that cannot be changed in a lifetime. "

"What is that?" Kapanier was surprised.

"That's your size," William replied.

Kapaniel smiled.

The two talked for a while, the rain outside gradually stopped, and the customers in the cafe gradually dispersed. William looked at his watch, and it was already eleven o'clock at night.

"I'm so sorry, I think I should go."

William stood up first, expressing his intention.

"Oh, of course it's nothing," Kapanier shook her head, "I just happen to be leaving too."

Seeing that Kapaniel was about to stand up, William pulled her stool away in a gentlemanly manner, allowing her to come out.

The two made an appointment to meet each other tomorrow, and they separated at the entrance of the cafe.

William walked slowly along the path, the orange light of the street lamps forming spots of light on the rain-soaked ground.

A car drove past William, splashing mud and water all over him.

……

William was speechless. Just as he was about to give the owner of the car a "bad luck" spell, the car stopped.

"boarding."

The car door opened, and Mycroft Holmes said so to William who stood there in a daze.

William looked around subconsciously. He didn't know anyone, so he walked up to Mycroft Holmes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You're worried about being misunderstood by Sherlock."

Mycroft Holmes twitched his eyebrows, his silver-gray eyes looked at William, very much like Sherlock, "He is still in Baker Street."

"You spy on him?" William said.

"No, I'm just protecting him." Mycroft Holmes pursed his lips and shook his head. "You know, he's my favorite brother."

"I don't think so?"

William laughed when he heard this, "If you really treat him as your own brother, will you monitor him like a prisoner? Is this what you call 'loving' brother?"

"It's a pity, but I do feel that way."

Mycroft nodded, indicating that it was indeed so.

"I just found out that Sherlock is really unlucky to have a brother like you!"

William couldn't help but sarcastically.

"It seems that you really like my 'stupid' brother." Mycroft was not angry, he looked at William and raised his eyebrows, and continued, "I didn't come this time to talk to you about my There's something wrong with the way you raise your brother, I just want you to tell Sherlock that mother's birthday is coming up."

Huh?

Sherlock's mother's birthday?

I wonder what the mother who gave birth to these two wonderful brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft, is like!