[Zhongyingmei] I just want to be a quiet good person

If Solomon is just shopping, there is nothing to see at all, and there is nothing to see in London in this era, but wait, someone jumped off the building, Solomon went over curiously to join in the fun, did he not die at all? Solomon watched the short man look at the long-faced big man devastated, he turned his head and looked in the window, it was really mean. "If you make your lover cry, you are not a good man at all!"

But in this matter, Solomon suddenly became interested, and his enigmatic idiot followed the short man.

He came to a western restaurant and chose a seat by the window. The store manager and the short man obviously knew each other, "Didn't Sherlock come with you today?"

The short man seemed to hear something sad, "Uh, he died." The short man tried his best to hide his sadness, he pursed his lips, and then smiled very considerately at the shopkeeper.A good man, Solomon thought after observing.

But after a long wait, it would be good if I can gain something. Maybe this man can become my "toy" during this waiting period. There is no malice. Solomon just thinks that this person needs help. For the sake of his old friend, "Are you Mr. John Watson?" Solomon smiled, as if he was very honored to see Watson here.

"Uh, I'm, may I ask?" Watson was taken aback by the unexpected greeting.

"My name is Solomon. My teacher is Mike Stamford. He often tells us about you and your roommate. I'm so sorry to hear about the suicide. I think Holmes is a great man in this world. His death will bring immeasurable blankness to the world." Solomon spoke earnestly, and of course it would be great if he could borrow less from what Engels wrote to Marx.

"Thank you." Watson was not very happy to talk, and he had just suffered a very big blow today, and he had to pretend that he was fine, although almost no one believed it.But rather than filling others with sympathetic words, he hopes to leave himself alone for a while.

Solomon pretended to be familiar and sat in front of Watson, "You don't mind?" Watson looked around, the business in Angelo's store was very good today, and there were no vacancies at all. "up to you."

Then Solomon didn't continue to talk to Watson, he didn't need this at all right now, but if this guy was allowed to walk around, there would be a car accident.If this guy can become his customer, can he be hurt? Solomon would never admit that he could do good things when he was rare, and he still felt that Watson was abandoned by his lover.

"Do you have any signature products in your store?" Although Solomon was an angel, he still enjoyed the enjoyment on the tip of his tongue.

Angelo thought for a moment, "Napolitan pasta, it's delicious, when Sherlock and Watson first came to my shop... oh, I forgot, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this." Solomon saw that Angelo was going to talk endlessly Speaking, he glanced at Watson with his eyes, and Angelo immediately shut up.

"That's all." Solomon was not picky.

The fried dumplings ordered by Watson arrived (if you ignore that this kind of restaurant can have fried dumplings), but he didn't seem to have much appetite, he just took two bites slowly, then put down his fork, he looked out of the window, He fell into memory.

Solomon wanted to shake his hand in front of his face, but at this moment, it would be too much to do such a thing, Solomon finally gave up on this action.

After Solomon finished the delicious pasta and got up to leave, Watson came back to his senses, "Angelo helped me pack and pay the bill."

"That little brother paid for you just now." Angelo pointed to Solomon who was about to hail a taxi outside the door. Solomon saw Watson and the others looking at him, and he nodded.

There are really good people in this world! Watson thought so, he got up and took the packing box, and planned to go back to Baker Street.But Watson was still in a daze, which made Solomon, who pretended to take a taxi, still a little concerned, "Mr. Watson, come with me." Solomon stopped Watson before he was about to cross the road.

"Ah! No need, I've troubled you today." Watson declined, but Solomon didn't let Dr. Watson leave just like that, "No, no, it's a very serious thing to let a person who needs help go home alone." A sinful thing." Solomon stuffed the doctor into the car, and then said to the driver, "Send Dr. Watson back to his home, there must be enough money here." Solomon took out a fifty-pound note from his wallet banknotes. "The rest is your tip, thank you."

The taxi starts, and Watson looks back, still able to see Solomon looking at them, "You don't see many young people like that." Apparently detectives and doctors are regular customers of Mr. Driver, all over London to be exact There are probably very few taxi drivers out there who don't know Holmes and Dr. Watson.

"I just want to say that Baker Street is pretty close, so I don't have to take a car at all." Watson's penchant for budgeting is characteristic, and without Holmes, he will have to find a roommate in the future, Or change apartments, he personally prefers the latter, because there are so many memories on Baker Street.

"...Does that require me to put you down? But even if I put you down, I still won't give you back the fifty pounds."

"No, thanks, please take me home." He still had to study Holmes' funeral.

Feeling deeply that he had done a good deed, Solomon planned to walk around casually, but a man in a black trench coat and a fake beard walked up to Solomon, "I don't know there is an old student in Stamford who is in his 30s? "Because the face is too tender, Solomon, whose dressing style is completely ignored by Watson, has no way to escape the eyes of the detective.

"And I think the guy who leaves the danger to his partner and hides himself in the dark seems less qualified to criticize me?" There is no way to cover up this kind of long face style with a big beard, respect Mr Holmes.

"John and I are not a couple." But even if you say that, please don't secretly like it?It's so obvious. Solomon slandered, "And this way I can find out all the people behind Moriarty, and I will keep John safe, so, who the hell are you?" A person without weaknesses is simply too bad. Holmes felt that he must have had too little rest recently, why did he always meet people without weaknesses (important information)?

And this person is still trying to get close to John, this is a very dangerous thing, and he seems to be able to use the power of Mycroft to investigate, so the man in black approached, "Let's have a cup of tea together, Mr. Solomon, what do you think?" What do you think?"

Solomon hates being threatened, but if he still plans to walk on the road in England openly, wouldn't it be better to go with them? "Of course, I can't wait to meet Mr. M (the meme of 007) once."

But Sherlock thought more, did he know about Mycroft?This guy really has some background.

People are just curious about secret agencies, why do you think so far?

And as Sherlock, who is the most capable brother in the world, the place where he invites Solomon to drink tea is naturally Mycroft's home.Although Mycroft authorized some of Sherlock's manpower, it didn't mean that Mycroft felt that his home could also be used as an interrogation location.

"Shery, you can't come to my house when I'm not at work and use my tea set." God knows if he used the one Her Majesty gifted him.

"This guy is so weird, do you recognize this guy?" Sherlock propped his chin, then asked Mycroft, who didn't pay any attention to Mycroft.

"No, I've never heard of such a character." Mycroft glanced at his secretary, but the secretary also shook her head.

"He's been stalking John all day, since I jumped off the building." But dear brother, does that prove that you've been stalking our dear medic all day too?

"And now, at two o'clock in the morning, he can still drink tea and snacks there with great interest, don't you think it's strange?" Sherlock took Solomon into the brig in the basement of the Mycroft house, and they In an adjoining room with one-way glass.

"But what if he's from Moriarty? No, of course he's not." Mycroft glanced at Solomon, and then vetoed himself, "Confident, energetic, not afraid of danger, and loves desserts." Mycroft felt that he had been There is no need to go to the dentist, because all the snacks I have stored are almost eaten by Solomon.

And Solomon was also a little disappointed, didn't he want to look at Mr. M behind the glass, or it would be more appropriate to use them to look at the monkey?And it's not the headquarters of MI5, bad reviews.He doesn't like leaders.This kind of person's home is the most boring.

"What did you say to chat? Why is there no one? If you don't come, I will leave." Before Solomon finished speaking, Mycroft was kicked in by his brother.

Mycroft planned to sever ties with his younger brother after this matter was resolved, "Hello, Mr. Solomon, I am..." "Hello, Mr. M." Solomon only felt that there seemed to be four shiny characters written on Mycroft's head : "Secretary Chief".

After the frustrated Mycroft finished chatting with Solomon, he walked out the door, "Let him go, he is a psycho." Mycroft spent the whole night talking about dessert with a lunatic, and he was willing to go all out for his sister-in-law up.

The lunatic Solomon felt that he had found a very good chat partner, "I will come to chat with you next time, Mr. M." The only response to him was a heavy closing sound.

"Another good day!" Solomon felt particularly relieved after molesting the chief agent and his brother and his brother's boyfriend.

Solomon thought, "Go home! Get Dantalion out first, Dantalion! Dantalion! Dantalion?"

The author has something to say: Seeing Dantalion's tears fall at the end, "I haven't found myself in co-authoring?"