[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

After writing the three self-criticisms with tears in his eyes, William abused the "Little Snake" again before going to Chinatown through the fireplace.

It was already late at this time, and the red lanterns were lit up in Chinatown. If it weren't for the fact that most of the passers-by were blond foreigners, it would really feel like returning to China.

William crossed the crowd and walked into Earl D's pet shop. At this moment, an old lady picked out a tabby cat. Earl D signed a contract with her with a smile on his face, and watched them leave.

After the old lady left, William walked up to Count D, sat down on the sofa, and said with a smile, "Count, it seems that your business has been very good recently."

"That's because human greed is always relentless, isn't it?"

Earl d raised his lips slowly, one golden and one purple eyes looked very mysterious under the light, he poured a cup of tea for William, sat next to William himself, and said, "Ache has been talking about you recently, he knows You're here, I'm afraid you must be rushing here now."

As soon as the words were finished, Ah Che pushed open the vermilion door and ran towards William with an excited expression on his face.

"William, William, you are finally here!"

Ache threw himself on William, grabbed his shoulders, and said happily, "Let's go out and play, you don't know how boring those guys are, they eat or sleep all day, it's really boring!"

"Ache, Ache, stop playing," William helplessly pushed away Ache who was stuck on his body, and said solemnly, "I happen to have something I want to ask you for help."

"whats the matter?"

Ache pouted, leaned against the sofa William was sitting on, yawned, and said indifferently.

"Break a curse," William finished, told about Jack Sparrow, looked at Ah Che's solemn expression, and asked, "How, are you willing to help?"

"I heard that demons are very powerful." A Che blinked, looked at William and nodded, couldn't help but licked his red lips, showing a look of eagerness, "I don't know if it's delicious, if it is delicious If so, I'll go."

"...I haven't eaten it either, but I think the higher the level the devil must be, the more delicious it will be."

William twitched his lips and said solemnly, "You must know that the higher the level, the stronger the magic power. Maybe it will be like 'Tang monk meat', which is 'crunchy' when bitten."

"What kind of meat is 'Tang Monk Meat'? Is it delicious?"

Ah Che was instantly attracted by William's statement. He opened his round eyes and looked at William with a puzzled expression, "I really wonder where I've heard of this meaty thing before."

"I heard from the magical creatures in the East that 'you can live forever if you eat Tang's monk meat'."

William coughed lightly and said unnaturally.

"Immortality?" Ah Che immediately dismissed it after hearing it, "It's such false news again. When it comes to immortality, I used to hear from western magical creatures that eating mermaid flesh can make you immortal. However, you must know that mermaid meat is sour and astringent, not tasty at all."

A Che clicked his lips, and said again with a look of nostalgia, "Comparatively, human meat is more delicious, and it has various flavors. I like the taste of 'fear' the most, especially before dying. of fear, that's pretty darn good!"

"cough cough"

Earl D covered his lips with his right hand, and coughed lightly. Ah Che immediately seemed to think of something, and he froze. He looked at Earl D with a sad face, "Count, I really just thought about it, and I didn't say I would eat it." .”

"You have to know that human meat is too unhealthy. If you eat it, you will lose your hair." At this point, Earl D seemed to recall something terrible, and said nervously, "Do you still remember the time I met?" What happened when it was your time?"

"Of course I remember," Ah Che said here, his face collapsed, and he didn't forget to mutter a few words, "Isn't it just eating a few people?"

"No, I mean, you've lost your hair," Earl D said, as if he was talking about something extremely terrifying, "It's simply too terrifying for such a beautiful and flawless fur to actually lose its hair!"

Seeing Earl D's expression of "you don't even care about such a big thing" to Archer, William twitched his lips.

"By the way, Earl, this is Principal Dippet, I asked you to give it to me," William said, took out the pass, and handed it to Earl D.

"Ah, great!"

Earl D was a little excited. He took the pass and looked at it several times, and he almost danced with excitement, "I can finally see those 'cute', it's really great!"

"Count, it seems that I really like those magical creatures," William couldn't help sighing when he saw this.

"Because they alone are real."

Earl d put the pass away, and restored his original mysterious elegance. He took a sip of tea, and his love for animals and disgust for humans were vividly expressed in his tone.

No wonder Principal Dippet was able to invite Earl D, probably because he was aware of this and decided to do so.

William couldn't help thinking.

After drinking tea for a while, William finally made sense of Ah Che, and promised to take him to eat delicious food again.

Thinking of the meal he invited Ah Che to last time, William couldn't help but feel heartbroken for his rapid "slimming" and successful small wallet. However, when he thought about things that could be settled with money, it wasn't a problem at all. It doesn't matter anymore.

the next day.

William finished his lessons for the "Little Snakes", and accompanied Earl D on a half-day tour of the Forbidden Forest, and was able to pass through the fireplace and return to the room before sunset.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard a "bang" sound downstairs.

Three gunshots in a row made William stunned for a while, and he "teleported" downstairs nervously.However, the scene in Sherlock's room made him twitch.

"Hey, Sherlock, what are you doing, Aunt Hudson will be nagging again when she sees it."

William watched Sherlock lying lazily on the sofa, shooting at the person who drew on the wall with a bored expression, speechless.

"You said, did the crime dealers in London go on vacation? Why don't they commit crimes anymore?"

Sherlock said, and fired another shot at the wall, with a look of boredom on his face.

"I don't know if they are on a group vacation. I only know that if you don't clean up this place, Watson will come back later and say you used his gun again."

William shrugged and was about to turn around and leave when he found that Watson had returned.

"Are you all right, I seem to have heard a gunshot just now."

Before Watson got home, he heard gunshots coming from inside. He had served in the battlefield and was very sensitive to gunshots.

"It's okay, it's just that Sherlock is bored."

William shrugged, saying it was okay.

"Okay." Watson looked helplessly at Sherlock who was lazily lying on the sofa, then turned and went to the kitchen, "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death."

Watson opened the refrigerator, and a head was facing him. He was stunned for a while, took a deep breath, and said to Sherlock helplessly, "You put a head in the refrigerator."

"Otherwise should I put it there?"

Sherlock didn't raise his head, and his tone was still very lazy.

"That's a head!"

Watson accentuated his tone.

"Yeah, I just went to the hospital to get it today, it's fresh."

Sherlock still didn't look up.

Seeing Watson's sullen expression, William sighed, walked over and patted Watson on the shoulder, and said, "Watson, go to my room, I still have something to eat."

"Oh, William, I really don't know how to thank you."

Watson was grateful.

"Then you don't need to thank you," William said with a smile, then turned his head and said to Sherlock who was still lying on the bed, "Do you want to come together, Sherlock?"

"Give me a cup of tea," Sherlock finished, and continued to mutter to himself, moaning innocently, "ah, it's so quiet and peaceful, it's really annoying."

Seeing this, William shrugged and took Watson to his room.

"Oh, you look so clean here."

Sitting on the sofa, Watson looked at the room, which was clearly the same layout but obviously very different, and couldn't help but lamented, "When will Sherlock not get rid of the problem of misplacing things?"

"I think it's going to be hard."

William took out some bread, jam, and milk from the refrigerator, and some snacks from the cabinet, and put them on the table together.

"It's cold, I'll get you a cup of hot tea."

As William said, he went to the kitchen to make another pot of hot tea, delivered a cup to Watson, and brought another pot downstairs to Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I..."

Before William finished speaking, he heard something flying towards here. William was taken aback, and quickly threw down the tea tray, throwing Sherlock, who was still lazily lying on the sofa, to the ground and pressed him Under the body, and added a "separation spell" to himself.

Almost at the same second, there was a "bang" sound and it exploded.

The fire-colored light enveloped the room in an instant, perhaps because the explosion point was not here, the flames only burned the curtains on the wall and other flammable items, and many items fell due to the vibration, there was nothing else .

After the shock passed, Sherlock pushed William away with bright eyes, excitedly looking at the burning walls, broken windows, and broken objects, and couldn't help being excited.

"Hey, don't go there, Sherlock." William grabbed Sherlock and prevented him from going to the window. "I don't know why the other side exploded. If it's a bomb, what if there is a second one?"

"Maybe it's going to be some fun case."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he heard Watson come down the stairs in a hurry, looking at the two nervously, "Are you two okay!"

"We're fine."

Seeing that Sherlock had rushed downstairs impatiently, William shook his head at Watson.

Watson felt relieved when he saw that although the clothes of the two were not neat, they were in good condition.

"I don't know what happened on the other side."

As Watson said, he walked downstairs with William. As soon as he went out, he saw that the fire engine had arrived and was ready to put out the fire.

But Sherlock squeezed out from the crowd of passers-by.

"Sherlock, why are you back?"

Seeing Sherlock's bored face, William couldn't help asking.

"It's just ignited and exploded. It's really boring."

Sherlock shrugged and turned back to the room.

"Maybe something big has happened, Sherlock."

When William was about to go in with Sherlock, he happened to see a car slowly stopping in front of the door.