[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

Sherlock's interest was immediately quickened, and he would take his coat, say goodbye to Harry and Mycroft Holmes, and prepare to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the reception room, he saw a woman with long brown hair waiting at the door. When she saw three people coming out, she approached and said respectfully, "Mr. William Stoker, please wait a moment, my master asked me to Give this to you."

"Your master?"

Seeing Sherlock and Watson go to ask for the address, William left him to face the woman who suddenly appeared. He glanced at the woman in doubt, and saw that she was wearing a black and white maid dress in the style of ancient England, with a blank expression on her face. , like a maid cultivated in a big family for generations.

The brown-haired woman nodded when she heard the words, then reached out and handed William a scented cowhide envelope respectfully, with a private stamp of the Woodridge family stamped with red ink pad on it, "My master is Vincent Master Nightray Woodridge."

"It's him," William froze for a moment, he frowned, and took it, "Thank you."

"My mission has been completed, so I will take my leave."

After the brown-haired woman finished speaking, she saluted, turned around and left without dragging her feet, and was extremely swift.

William glanced at the letter, opened it, took out the scented card, glanced at it, put it in his pocket, and walked to Sherlock and Watson.

"Okay, the address is already known, let's go," Sherlock said, and was the first to go forward. Seeing this, Watson hesitated, but he still followed.

"What's the matter, Watson," William asked, as he walked, "you seem to be in the wrong."

"Oh, nothing," Watson said, shaking his head at William. "It's just a little thing, nothing."

"Really?" William looked at Watson's hand and touched the phone vigorously. Although he said nothing, his face was a little tangled. He seemed to realize something, and said, "It's your new girlfriend looking for you Dating?"

In this short period of three months, Watson changed a total of four girlfriends, not because Watson treated them badly, but because Watson was always busy and had no time to date them. You know, Watson Every day is not to go to work in the hospital, or to solve the case with his partner, Sherlock.

In this way, although he has a good relationship with women, his relationship has always made no progress.

Seeing Watson nod his head, William sighed.

"Go on a date with her, after all, I'm here, right?"

William said, looking at Watson with a smile on his face and urging, "You must know that Christmas will be in three weeks. Of course you should spend more time with her. Maybe you can finish the work before Christmas."

"Oh, how is this possible?"

Although Watson said this, his eyes were eager to try. After thinking for a while, he finally decided to go on a date with his girlfriend, "William, I'll leave it to you."

"Of course." Seeing this, William shrugged with a smile. He patted Watson on the shoulder and said loudly, "Remember to work hard!"

"I certainly will."

Watson said confidently, and ran away with a smile on his face, "Just say to Sherlock for me, I'll go first."

"I will definitely bring it."

William nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, Watson heaved a sigh of relief and left in peace.

Seeing this, William quickly walked a few steps, caught up with Sherlock, and walked side by side with him.

"He's on a date."

Sherlock said, and waved to the taxis on the street.

"Yes," William said with a glance at Sherlock, "You must know that he has been yellow four times. In the last year of this year, he should wait until next year anyway, otherwise it is really pitiful. Besides, with me here , you'll be fine, right?"

Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, watched a taxi stop, didn't say anything, and got into the car directly.

Seeing this, William quickly followed and sat in.

After informing the driver of the address, Sherlock took William to get off at a street corner in front of Irene Adler's house, and entered an uninhabited alley.

When William was wondering, he heard Sherlock speak.

"let's do it."

Sherlock said, and started to pick up the scarf, the top button of the shirt was not buttoned, and a little delicate collarbone was exposed at the neckline, which looked slender and charming.

"Do?"

William's face turned red for a while, and turned pale for a while, and the change was extremely fast.

"Hit me."

Sherlock glanced around, but there was no one, he walked into William and spoke quickly.

"Sherlock, this is really not good, after all, it is in broad daylight, we..."

Before William could finish speaking, he saw Sherlock frown and quickly said, "Too slow", and punched him. William looked at Sherlock's action in surprise. Subconsciously, William wanted to use magic. But he held back, and when Sherlock hit him, he didn't have time to dodge Sherlock's fist because of his pause.

With a sound of "touch", the fist hit the face, and the flesh touched the flesh, the feeling was simply... excruciatingly painful.

William touched the place where he was beaten expressionlessly, and turned his head to see Sherlock's expression was extremely cold. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and beat him.

Sherlock didn't resist, he received William's punch solidly, but William didn't play his cards according to common sense at all, he didn't stop after punching, but he rushed over and punched again. The force of the pounce was great, and Sherlock didn't have time to react, and was directly beaten by William on the ground.

"Hey, stop."

Sherlock dodged William's fist and frowned.

"Didn't you say you want me to beat you up? I'm just meeting your needs," William said, but he showed no mercy and threw another punch.

"You're serious."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he stretched out his arms to embrace William's body, turned over, and wanted to press William under him, but William was obviously aware of the problem, he stretched out his leg to hook Sherlock's leg, caught Sherlock's force, and I added more force, so that Sherlock was on top once I turned it over, but now I turned it twice, and William was still on top.

"Hey man, you got me."

Sherlock frowned, he sighed, watched William hold his arm, his body pressed against him tightly, and said something uncomfortable.

Only then did William notice how abnormal the posture of the two was, he paused, turned over, lay down next to Sherlock, and said, "I think so too,"

The two gasped for a while, looked at each other, and laughed.

"Do you think it needs to be processed?"

William said, looking sideways at Sherlock, "Or the clothes should be torn too."

"...Do you want me to say robbery or molestation as an excuse?" Sherlock glanced at William and said.

"Just like you, it's possible to be molested." William sat up, looked at Sherlock's messy clothes, and couldn't help laughing, "It feels like you were raped just now."

"Then should I sue you for molestation?" Sherlock retorted, sat up, and couldn't help laughing seeing William's suit turning dusty.

"I think we're insulting each other," William shrugged as he took off the dead leaves stuck to Sherlock's head indifferently.

Sherlock stared at William, saw that he had no affectation, smiled and shook his head, stood up, and said, "It's time for us to go."

"My God, this is probably the most embarrassing time for me," William watched as his neat suit became not only gray, but also wrinkled.

Sherlock ignored it. He walked out of the alley, came to Irene Adler's door, rang the doorbell, and told the story of his being "robbed" in a very eloquent voice, letting Irene Adler The assistant opened the door.

"Thank you so much, can I borrow a medicine kit?"

Seeing that Sherlock had already walked in, William smiled and said to the assistant, pointing to his bruised cheek and then to the two bruises on Sherlock's face, "I think we need some disinfection."

"Oh, of course."

The assistant took a look at William and smiled even more happily. She said, licked her lips ambiguously at William, and said suggestively, "Can you pick it up with me?"

William subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, seeing that he sat in the hall very consciously, twitched his lips, nodded and said, "Of course, I'd be more than happy."

Walking along with the assistant, William could clearly feel that her plump breasts touched William's arm a few times "as if nothing had happened". William lowered his eyes, pretended not to know anything, and continued walking.

When he got the medicine box in his hand, William said to the assistant gentleman's forehead, "Thank you for your generosity."

After speaking, the assistant turned around to find Sherlock with a shocked expression on his face.

At this time, there was the sound of two people talking in the hall, and William entered with a smile on his face, only to find that a white hair was talking to Sherlock with his back turned.

"Sorry, did I interrupt your conversation?"

As William said, he looked at the naked Irene Adler without changing his face and said, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Irene Adler did not answer, her eyes looked back and forth at William, and a smile suddenly appeared, "You are Mr. William Stoke, I know your father, old Mr Stoke, He's really a very..."

Speaking of this, Irene Adler paused for a moment, staring at William, as if wanting to see his expression, but unfortunately, William still maintained a noble smile, perfect and flawless.

Of course, if there is any flaw, it might be Sherlock.

"Old Mr. Stoker's scandal. I don't think you would like to be discovered."

Erin Adler said so.

"People are dead, and reputation is not important anymore," William said, putting the medicine kit in his hand on the table beside him, and said, "If Ms. Adler is not willing to let even a dead person go, Wouldn't it be too inhumane?"

"...You are right," Irene Adler stared deeply at William for a while, and said, "I know what you are here for this time."

Having said that, Irene Adler looked at Sherlock and continued, "I won't publish those photos, I just want to use them to protect myself."

"It's so eye-catching, it's easy to have a desire to protect you?"

As William said, he walked to the window, pulled off the two layers of curtains, and threw it on Irene Adler, saying, "Although the air conditioner is turned on in the room, it is December after all, so be careful if you catch a cold." .”

Irene Adler stared at the curtain that was thrown on her body, twitched, and then wrapped herself silently.

"I heard that Mr. Stoke likes Mr. Holmes, and it's true," Irene Adler said, getting down on another sofa with a wanton gesture.

"how do you know."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looked at Irene Adler and said.

"Seeing a beautiful woman like me standing here naked, you have no reaction," said Irene Adler, looking back and forth between Sherlock and William, "Usually, this People here are either wimpy or gay, which one are you...?"