[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

The next day the weather turned gloomy.

As soon as William woke up, he saw an owl sitting beside his bed, and there was a letter next to the owl.Since this scene was so familiar, William knew it was a letter from Hogwarts without looking at it, but he didn't know what it was written in.Of course, he also knew that at his current age, it was impossible for him to go to Hogwarts.

You know, even Sherlock Holmes, who was supposed to appear in the nineteenth century, appeared in the 21st century, so it is not surprising that there is another Hogwarts in this place!

Opening the letter, William saw that it was written in beautiful cursive characters: Dear Mr. William Stoker, welcome to join Hogwarts and become the professor of Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts in our school. I hope you Head to Hogwarts to check in before tomorrow.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

……

How is this going?

Why would Hogwarts send him an offer letter?Most importantly, it turned out to be the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who changes every year?Do you think that a foreigner like me doesn't know that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a cursed class?

This is to send people to death!

Thinking of this, William couldn't help being a little sad. He put the letter away and planned not to go to Hogwarts no matter what!

After the decision was made, William got some water, watered the flowers on the windowsill, took a shower, changed into comfortable casual clothes and went downstairs.

"Hey, Will you ready to go out?"

Aunt Hudson was frying eggs in the kitchen, when she heard the sound of going downstairs, she turned off the fire and walked out, "Do you want breakfast?"

"Yes, I plan to go out for a walk, but seeing the breakfast made by Aunt Hudson herself, I decided I'd better go out later," William shook his head with a smile, and looked at his watch again, it was almost nine o'clock, " Um... Sherlock hasn't woken up yet?"

"It looks like Will and Sherlock have become friends!"

Aunt Hudson smiled and put the fried eggs on the plate, handed them to William, took some slices of bread and jam and put them on the table, and finally poured a glass of milk for each of them.

"It's okay, Sherlock is a nice guy."

William thought that his relationship with Sherlock was misunderstood last night, and felt helpless. Hearing what Aunt Hudson said at this time, he felt that Britain deserved to be a corrupt country. People who are not rotten can't help but start to rot... "That's true. Although Sherlock looks very unlovable, he is still a very loving child in his heart!" Aunt Hudson obviously Thinking of something, he laughed, "Will, do you know that the house Sherlock rented was evicted by the landlords every time within three months, because he couldn't stand the fact that he often put some skeletons in the refrigerator, I couldn't stand corpse specimens and other things, but once I saw Sherlock feeding bread to stray cats in the alley, I realized that he was also a kind-hearted child, so I let him rent a house here gone."

"I didn't expect that a person who is so proud of Sherlock has such a soft side! I really want to see that cat that Sherlock can favor!"

William was clearly taken aback by Sherlock's cat-feeding incident.

"That's just because I happened to encounter a case and asked the cat for help, and the food was a thank you gift."

When Sherlock came down from upstairs, he heard the conversation between the two. His face was still calm, and his silver-gray eyes looked extraordinarily cold, "However, it died in the end. I made a specimen of the corpse. If you want to Let me show you."

……

I wipe!Can we still have a good chat, Sherlock!

"Oh my God, it's shocking that another person has committed suicide!"

Aunt Hudson also felt helpless about Sherlock's way of speaking. She picked up today's newspaper, and the headlines turned out to be: There has been a fourth person who died after taking poisonous capsules, and the attitude of the British police in handling cases. , suicide or homicide, etc., "Sherlock, what do you think of this case? I think you will be interested!"

As she said that, Aunt Hudson handed the newspaper to Sherlock. She knew that Sherlock had been working as a detective since graduating from college, but he was not interested in ordinary cases at all, and only liked interesting cases, so Sherlock Aunt Hudson doesn't want to say anything about Sherlock's hobbies. In her heart, Sherlock is like a spoiled child, although sometimes she can't help thinking about it. I want to beat him up, but he is the most straightforward and straightforward person.

"Thank you!"

After reading the newspaper, Sherlock handed it back to Aunt Hudson and said, "I have something to do today, so I'll go out first."

"Okay, see you tonight." Aunt Hudson put away the newspaper with a smile and nodded.

"See you tonight, Sherlock," William said, handing Sherlock a slice of bread spread with honey, "here!"

Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, then reached out to take it, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Let me just say, you and Sherlock have a very good relationship!" Aunt Hudson looked at William and smiled happily.

William shrugged and said: If Sherlock Holmes hadn't been his childhood idol, he couldn't help being so kind to him!

After breakfast with Aunt Hudson, William went out to walk around and enjoy the scenery of London.

Even though the weather was gloomy today, there was still a lot of people on the Thames River. William walked down the Thames River and found a pale man on the bank of the river.It is not wrong to say that he is pale, not only his skin is sickly white, but his hair is also very light, a bit like the legendary "Bai Zi".

"Sorry to interrupt," the man suddenly turned his head, looked at William with light blue eyes, and smiled, "Can you help me go to the flower shop over there to buy a bouquet of tea roses?"

"Tea-scented roses?" William was taken aback, but didn't ask any further questions. He bought a bunch of tea-scented roses from a flower shop and handed them over to the man.

"This bouquet is for you," the man looked at William's black hair with pale blue eyes, always full of endless melancholy, "You look very similar to him."

"Do you like that person?" William said, holding the flower in his arms unceremoniously, looking at that person.

"No." The man closed his eyes, as if recalling something, his face became paler.

"I hear your heart and keep praying, 'Kill me'."

Suddenly, William looked at the man without blinking, and said, "A person who cannot have death is indeed a sad person!"

"You can see it." William didn't see that person angry because of his identity, he just showed an extremely bleak smile, that smile was "laughing", but it was more like "crying".

"If you want to find death, you can find someone who can kill you." William said as he took out the bunch of tea-scented roses in his arms and put them in the man's hand. After a while, the bunch of tea-scented roses As if losing his life, he aged quickly, becoming yellow and flat, "Or, look for a reason for you to live."

Seeing the man's bewildered expression, William smiled, "You either die or you live. Life is so simple. It's because you make things too complicated!"

The man looked at the withered tea rose in his hand, his expression was a little excited.

"If you love her, you must tell her loudly, otherwise, when she grows old and dies, you will never have the chance to express your feelings again!"

Seeing this, William worked harder to encourage that person.

"I think what you said is right, it's either dead or alive, everything is up to him," the man said, and smiled at William, that smile was like a ray of sunshine piercing through the gloomy sky, "That man It's him, not her."

"Oh..." William nodded happily, but was immediately surprised by the man's last words, "Are you gay?"

"No, I always thought that I would become an excellent pastor, but then I realized that it was just an expectation. He added color to my life, but he forgot about me." The man said , with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, "At that time, his favorite flower was the tea rose."

When the man said this, he looked at William, as if he saw another person through William, "Do you know the words of Tea Fragrant Rose?"

As if William didn't need an answer, the man said it himself, "I'm sorry, you are my only favorite person."

William blinked, but he didn't say anything, just watched the man walk away gradually, like a gust of wind, fleeting, disappearing under the gloomy clouds.

Why is everyone I meet gay?This unscientific!

William was embarrassed by his own thoughts, and he shook his head, as if he could get rid of the extra things in his mind.

"Since we've been to the flower shop, why don't we buy a bunch of flowers and go back?" William thought of this, and turned back to the flower shop. Under the surprised eyes of the flower shop lady, he packed another bouquet of tea roses.

Holding this bouquet of tea roses, William returned to Baker Street. Before he could go in, he saw Sherlock get off a taxi with a man.

What's happening here?

William looked at the people around Sherlock. It was a young man, about 26 or [-] years old. He seemed to have some problems with his feet, and he needed a cane to walk.

Could this person be Sherlock's assistant, the legendary Doctor Watson!

Oh my gosh, it's simply amazing!

Thinking of this, William quickly walked a few steps faster and arrived at Sherlock's side before Aunt Hudson opened the door.

"Sherlock!"

Although William called Sherlock, he looked at Watson, hoping that Sherlock could introduce him and make him sure.

Seeing William looking at Watson with strange eyes, Sherlock couldn't help but think of the explanation seen on the Internet, "Lovers will be jealous when they see each other bring a stranger home, and the measures they will take are: Although I was calling you, but I didn't take my eyes off the stranger."

Could it be that William is jealous!

Sherlock looked at William a little cryptically, and found that he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He couldn't help thinking of the explanation on the Internet, "People who are in love always like to buy a bouquet of flowers for each other, hoping to make them happy."

Did William buy this bouquet for me?

For a moment, Sherlock felt an indescribable sweetness in his heart.

William didn't know what Sherlock was thinking. After waiting for a while, he didn't see Sherlock's introduction, so he had to look at the suspected Watson.

"I'm John H. Watson, um... Sherlock's future roommate."