[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Good evening, Mr. William Stoker."

The person who came in was dressed in a black suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking very elite, "I'm Luvitt DeVoe, and I was sent by Mr. Holmes. He said he wanted me to give this to you. If you have any questions about You can ask me about Mr. Sherlock's whereabouts at any time."

With that said, Luwit Devore handed William a business card, and after seeing William took it, he left with a smile.

"What does he mean?"

Watson was still confused, but he knew only one person with the surname of Holmes. "Is he sent by Mycroft? What exactly is he going to do?"

William put away the business card, smiled at Watson, and explained what happened.

"He always likes to complicate things."

Sherlock said indifferently, and walked out.

After two or three months in a row, Watson's blog became more and more popular, and even people who came to them to solve crimes were everywhere.

William is still running back and forth between Hogwarts and Baker Street, Tom Riddle is slowly becoming cheerful now, Aunt Hudson is smiling more and more, everything is developing in a good direction, There is only one thing. After Jack Sparrow called that time, he could no longer be contacted. He didn't know what happened, but he asked someone to send him a letter, saying that he wanted to return to the pirates. island.

It was already December, and the sky was gloomy but there was no snow. William took home two big bags of food he bought from the supermarket. One bag was placed on the first floor for Aunt Hudson, and the other bag was for Sherlock. , Watson and him split equally.

Putting a bag into the kitchen, William wondered which one went to Sherlock's. At this moment, there was the sound of water in the bathroom. It seemed that someone was taking a shower. William knocked on the door and came in, as usual The same goes into the kitchen. The microscopes and other chemicals placed on the dining table are very well preserved, but the bottled milk thrown into the trash can next to it has gone sour. William smoked his mouth and opened the refrigerator. A bag of fresh With bloody fingers, William moved them to the bottom layer without any surprise, and then vacated the top layer, and began to place sealed milk, bread, jam and other things on it.

With a sound of "click", the bathroom door opened, William turned around subconsciously, and saw Sherlock walking out naked, and glanced at William as if nothing had happened.

"Your figure is indeed very good, Sherlock," William coughed unnaturally, looking at Sherlock's face and said, "However, you should go get dressed."

"Oh no," said Sherlock, shrugging his shoulders, not at all worried about having a good time, and saying, "I think it's fine."

"I don't know how Watson endured it," William shrugged, and turned to put the last bag of bread in.

After speaking, William went to Sherlock's room, pulled out his bed sheet, and wrapped him in the sheet.

"Watson is out."

Sherlock stretched out his arms indifferently, and William quickly grabbed the sheet that was about to fall and grabbed Sherlock.

"Aren't you worried that it's Aunt Hudson who came in," William said helplessly.

"I knew it was you who came out," Sherlock said, looking at William with a bored look on his face, "You bought so much milk again."

"Milk is very good," William said seriously, looking at Sherlock, "especially for you who often stay up late, you need this the most."

Sherlock curled his lips.

"By the way, isn't Watson resting today? Why isn't he here?"

William said, wrapping the sheet on Sherlock's body around him, exposing his two arms.

"Well, I feel that there is still something missing," William looked back and forth, and said, "I think it should be changed, so that if you tilt it like this, it can become an ancient Greek robe."

"Oh, forget it."

Sherlock shrugged, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, stretched out his hands to wrap the sheets, turned on the computer, and sat down on the sofa. Not long after, Watson appeared in the video.

"I find this frustrating, Sherlock."

Watson looked helplessly at Sherlock on the screen and said.

"This is a 6-minute case. Anything less than 7 minutes is not worth my leaving the apartment." Sherlock replied.

Seeing this, William knew that this was the start of their work, so he slowly returned to the kitchen, took the remaining half bag upstairs, and was about to put it in the refrigerator when he heard the doorbell ring.

William froze for a moment, put down his things, and prepared to open the door, because he knew that Sherlock would never move at this time.

When he went downstairs and opened the door, he saw two big men in suits and leather shoes. William paused, and instantly understood that they were from Mycroft Holmes.

"Looking for Sherlock?" William said.

"Yes."

After the man finished speaking, he took another person past William and went upstairs. Seeing this, William followed, and saw that one of the two went to the house to get clothes, and the other was still wrapped in a white sheet, cos ancient Greek. The human Sherlock, go downstairs, William twitched when he saw this, and followed.

In this regard, the two people did not say anything.

The two sat in the car, William slowly moved to Sherlock's side, put his head next to his ear and asked, "What did you do to your brother, that he let you pass like this?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Sherlock shook his head and said, "I think you are familiar with that place."

"Am I familiar?"

William wondered.

When they arrived at Buckingham Palace, William understood why Sherlock said he was familiar with this place, not because William had lived here, but because for every British person, ordinary people talk about the weather and football games every day, For the old-fashioned aristocrats, Buckingham Palace is a status symbol and a great boost to support their aristocratic system.

As soon as he arranged them in a living room, he saw Watson walking over. He watched Sherlock and William raise their eyebrows, and finally sat on the other side of Sherlock, pretending to be nonchalant and asking questions, still wrapped in a layer. Sherlock of the sheets, "Are you wearing underwear?"

"No." Sherlock replied without surprise.

Watson twitched his lips and glanced at William, who replied with a helpless expression.

After a while, Watson couldn't help it anymore, "We are in Buckingham Palace now! You don't know how hard I tried to restrain my urge to steal the ashtray."

"Ha ha"

After Watson finished speaking, all three of them laughed.

"Please, don't be so childish."

As soon as Mycroft Holmes came over, he saw the smiling faces of the three and couldn't help but frowned and said, "This is Buckingham Palace, the center of the whole of England, Sherlock, put on your clothes."

"Why," Sherlock said, turning his head to the side.

"To meet clients."

returned Mycroft Holmes.

"Who is the client?"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, he heard a man in the same suit and leather shoes as Mycroft Holmes walk in the door, saying, "A man of high status."

"Mycroft."

"Harry."

The two greeted each other.

"My brother is not very polite, please allow me to take him to apologize."

Mycroft Holmes finished.

After a few polite words, Sherlock was not interested at all. He said to Mycroft Holmes, "I don't accept anonymous customers. I'm leaving first. I still have a lot of cases."

After speaking, Sherlock turned and walked towards the door.

Macroster Holmes stepped on the sheet around Sherlock's body indifferently, only to see the sheet start to slip from his shoulders in an instant, and Sherlock pressed it when it was about to reach his waist.

"Come on, it's a matter of state," said Mycroft Holmes.

"Let go of my sheets or I'll just walk out," Sherlock replied.

"Then get out!"

Mycroft Holmes roared angrily. After speaking, he seemed to realize that his behavior was impolite, so he quickly stopped talking, and said in a low voice, "You should have guessed it just by looking at this place."

William saw the two of them like this, before Watson reached out to stop him, he walked over, reached out to hug Sherlock, chanted a "floating" spell, and hugged Sherlock with everyone dumbfounded, and said with a smile, " Sorry, sorry, I'll take Sherlock to change."

After finishing speaking, William didn't care that Sherlock wanted to come down but couldn't move. He could only stare at him, smiled and said to everyone, "Can I borrow the room?"

"of course can."

Mycroft Holmes was the first to react, and he pointed the way to William.

"Thank you," William smiled unabated. Although he hugged Sherlock, he still showed aristocratic etiquette. "Watson is holding the clothes."

"Oh, of course." Watson was stunned this time.

When he came back after changing his clothes, Sherlock's face was still stinky. He turned his head to the side, but he didn't look at William, like an awkward child.

After a while, Mycroft Holmes and Harry finished introducing the matter. All in all, they were actually worried about royal scandals.

But according to them, William knew who that person was.

"Who is practical, you know, I am not interested in lace novels."

Sherlock looked at the photo and said indifferently.

"Irene Adler, but people in the industry like to call her the 'Queen of Sadism'," Mycroft Holmes blinked at this point, and said to Sherlock, "Don't be nervous, it's about sex. of."

"Sex doesn't make me nervous," said Sherlock, looking up at Mycroft Holmes.

"How do you know," Mycroft Holmes finished to Sherlock, raising his eyebrows, "she offers, so to speak, 'pleasure punishment' to those who have a special interest and are willing to pay for it. "

"I'm guessing this Ms. Adler has some off-the-shelf photos."

Sherlock looked at the picture and said, "Whose picture is it?"

"This……"

Mycroft Holmes paused for a moment, then glanced at Harry beside him, who also seemed unwilling to say more.

"This person is very important to my boss, and I hope we don't talk about it."

"It's a young lady, right, and very young."

Seeing this, William interjected, "Sherlock, don't ask."

When Sherlock heard the words, he didn't pay attention, but said, "There are a lot of disharmonious scenes in it, right?"

"We guess so," said Mycroft Holmes, after a moment's thought.

"Watson, we are going to leave. The homepage of Ms. Adler's website is right. People have to learn to accept their mistakes. When the time comes, you can give as much as she wants." Sherlock said, ready Get up and leave.

"She didn't ask for money, she contacted us."

Mycroft Holmes obviously knew Sherlock very well. After he finished speaking, Sherlock stopped.

"Not only did she not ask for money, but she didn't ask for anything either."

"Show off, show off to the most powerful family in England," Sherlock said, his eyes lit up, "It really deserves to be the 'sad queen', this is so interesting, isn't it."