[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Is this the point, Sherlock?" William looked at Sherlock dumbfounded and said, "I think Mike Lovester is actually a nice person, he cares about you, and..."

"For me, having this point has completely covered up the other advantages." Sherlock seemed very impatient with this topic. He read the newspapers over and over again, but none of them interested him. Things, this made him a little irritable, "Oh, damn it, the weather is so good, don't those criminals do something meaningful!"

meaningful thing?

Hearing this, William couldn't help but smile when he thought about what "meaningful things" Sherlock was referring to.

"I think Admiral Lestrade will have a headache if that's the case, Sherlock."

With that said, William took the newspaper from Sherlock's hand, pulled him to stand up, and said with a smile, "It's such a beautiful weather, we're not going to go for a walk, are we?"

Only then did Sherlock remember that he had promised William to go out for a walk. He coughed unnaturally, and said with a serious face, "You're right. It's really impossible not to go out for a walk in such a rare fine weather."

"Okay, let's go out."

As soon as Sherlock, who said the wind is the wind, said he was going out, he immediately walked to the door and wrapped his own scarf and put on his coat. Seeing this, William smiled and put on the blue scarf of the same color as Sherlock. And put on his black coat.

The same black coat, blue scarf, tall figure, and slender legs, if not for Sherlock's black curly hair and William's black straight hair, they would be like twins, of course, now it is more like a couple clothes A young couple.

"Where did you get your clothes and scarf?"

Seeing William's outfit, Sherlock asked suspiciously. Although he didn't know what William's clothes looked like, they were basically all handmade in Italy, with only one or two pieces different. It is also a magic robe, like this kind of coat, he probably doesn't have it at all.

"On Twitter, of course."

William pulled his coat and explained with a smile, "You may not know that after you and Watson became popular, your clothes had the same style on Twitter, so I ordered a set of yours. What, Not bad right?"

Sherlock listened silently, without expressing anything, he was silent for a while, and said to William incomprehensibly, "You obviously have the genuine one, why do you still buy a pirated one? If you like, I can completely sell my own Here you go, we're about the same size anyway."

When William heard it, what Sherlock said was indeed true, why would he buy a pirated version when he clearly had the genuine one?

"Idiot, what are you thinking?" Sherlock reached out and grabbed William's hand, leading him out of the door.

"...I was thinking, where are we going today?" William twitched his lips, and in order to prevent Sherlock from "raising his tail" and boasting about himself, he quickly changed the subject.

"Where to..." Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, apparently he hadn't thought about this question at all, but Sherlock's reaction was quick, he paused, and said, "Museum."

"museum?"

William repeated it in surprise, but seeing Sherlock's serious appearance, he quickly covered his long mouth and said with a smile, "The museum is not bad, not bad."

"You don't like it." Sherlock frowned, as if he didn't understand why it was William who said it, but now that it came out, William was a little reluctant.

"No." Seeing Sherlock's puzzled look, William twitched and said, "The museum is really good."

Of course, it’s okay to go for a walk during normal times, but is it really good to go to a museum on a date?It's not so hard to get such a good sun. If you don't bask in the sun, you go from one room to another. Is there any difference between going like this and not going?

"You lied," Sherlock looked at William, his silver-gray eyes unblinking, and William couldn't help but turn his head.

"Okay, okay," William shouted helplessly, "I really don't like museums very much."

Suddenly, William felt that he found Sherlock as his boyfriend, which was a self-abuse. He couldn't hide anything from him at all, but he always didn't know what he was thinking, which was unfair.

"If you don't like it, then we won't go." Sherlock paused and said, "Of course, we can go where you like."

Seeing what Sherlock said, William suddenly felt that although Sherlock was unreliable in some aspects, he was still good. Thinking of this, William became happy again.

"How about this, let's go to the museum first, and then walk along the Thames in a while, what do you think?"

William told Sherlock his plan, and Sherlock nodded without objecting.

In this regard, the two took a taxi and went to the museum first.

Perhaps because of the good weather today, there were not many people in the museum. Sherlock and William passed by here, but it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The two walked along the way, talking in low voices, looking at each other and smiling, but they seemed to be very harmonious.

It was almost noon before the two of them left the museum.

"Sherlock, you seem to like painting very much," William recalled what they had just done in the museum, and couldn't help but say, "You must know that you spend more than twice as much time in front of the painting as you do on other things."

Sherlock loosened the scarf, glanced sideways at William, and explained, "I like art because they can relieve stress, but I prefer paintings to those works of art, maybe my grandmother's sisters." It's because of the painter."

"So, it's a pity that you don't inherit the family business and become a painter," William said, and couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, my God, if I keep sitting still, I think I will die!" Sherlock blinked at William and said solemnly, "I am restless and I hate ordinary life. , I pursue spiritual excitement."

"I think, if one day you suddenly change your temper and become a painter, I'm probably the one who can't bear it the most!" William said with a shrug.

"Maybe we can change places, like..."

William and Sherlock had already walked to the side of the street at this time, William smiled and said halfway, suddenly, something fell on them, William pulled Sherlock back a few steps, but within a second, they The ground where he was standing had become dripping with blood.

Suddenly, there were screams one after another. William glanced at Sherlock and saw that he was looking at the corpse. William was a little worried.

Sherlock walked a few steps and walked to the corpse. Before he finished observing, a police officer shouted, "Please get out of here."

Sherlock didn't pay any attention to this, and the police officer frowned when he saw this, and was about to come over. Seeing this, William walked quickly and blocked the police officer.

"Is it Sergeant Lestrade coming in a moment?" asked William.

"Sorry, I have something else to do, I'll talk about it later," the policeman ignored him. Before he could take a step in the direction of Sherlock, William blocked him. Only then did the policeman realize that William and Sherlock were together. .

"What are you doing, obstructing official duties!"

As the policeman said, his hand was already pressing the pimple pinned to his waist without a trace. William glanced at it and didn't care.

"Don't get excited, he's Sherlock, a detective," William said, explaining, "Have you heard of him? He has solved many cases."

"You said he was Sherlock?"

The police officer was taken aback for a moment, apparently knowing the name Sherlock, he glanced at Sherlock excitedly, and then said to William, "He is really the one who can know what that person has done by just looking at someone." Sherlock!"

"when……"

Before William finished speaking, Sherlock had already stood up and walked towards them.

"I can tell from your uniform that you went to drink last night and got into a fight with a strong man about your height in the bar, which can be seen from the bruise on the side of your jaw It can be seen from the above, obviously, you lost that fight, your self-esteem is very strong, after losing, you can't sleep all night, thinking about how to get back, even when you are eating, you are thinking, but, look You don't get much out of it, as can be seen in the slight wrinkling of your clothes, which you didn't get to the laundering in time, so you can do it yourself, but unsurprisingly, you won't, so the cuffs are a little bit Burnt yellow, your..."

"Enough," the policeman saw Sherlock tell his embarrassing story to the public, his face was hot, he looked at Sherlock angrily and shouted, "Enough."

"Well, in this way, it seems that I don't need to use anything to prove it."

Sherlock said, approached William, and said, "Let's go."

"Walk?"

William was so surprised by Sherlock's sudden words that he didn't know how to answer.

You know, from the moment he saw the corpse, William had already prepared that Sherlock would cancel the agreement with him, and went to solve the case happily. He didn't expect that Sherlock would say to him now, "Go".

This is simply amazing!

Is Sherlock for him?

Although he felt that this idea was unlikely, William couldn't help being happy.

"Of course I have to go, otherwise what are you doing here?"

Sherlock said, looking at William's changing face, he smiled, "You think I'm going to stay."

"Of course," William said.

"However, I really don't want to look at a case like this that takes less than a minute."

Sherlock frowned, looking disappointed.

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

William was taken aback for a moment, and instantly understood what Sherlock meant.

"It's easy to see, William," Sherlock said, making William look at the corpse, and said, "Use your imagination, what kind of person do you think this person is?"

"Well... Although there is a lot of blood, judging from the fabric of his clothes, it should be a luxury brand with a price of at least three thousand euros." William looked at the corpse and said cautiously.

"Yes, what else?" Sherlock continued to ask.

"Also...his hair looks very messy, as if he hasn't taken care of it." When William said this, he glanced at Sherlock with some doubts.

"Yes, what else?" Sherlock smiled encouragingly at William.

"and also?"

William moved his eyes to the corpse again, and looked at the corpse from top to bottom, only to find that the leather shoes worn by Fata were very clean, and judging from the color on them, if it wasn't that the man liked it very much, it was His new shoes.

Telling Sherlock what he found, Sherlock smiled.

"Well done, William, though all you found was unimportant."