Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The aroma of coffee filled the cafe under Block B of No. 221 Baker Street. The young man with short golden brown hair and clear blue eyes looked at the warm aroma mixed with chocolate and nuts that was steaming under the hot water. Carefully ground the coffee beans and let out a big yawn.

The wind chimes hanging on the door rang, which was different from ordinary wind chimes. It was a magical sound between the sound of the wind and the song of the skylark.

A thin, tall, dark-haired young man with a pale complexion that does not conform to contemporary fashion, and has not been colored by sunbathing, ignored the very eye-catching oak signboard in rest hanging on the store door, strode in, and sat straight down. One is located near the bar.

It was a very special location, in a dead corner, and the large green leafy plant was subtly half-hidden, and it would be difficult for regular customers to notice its existence. People sitting there could observe the whole coffee The situation in the museum is not easy for others to see clearly.

"A cup of espresso, thank you." The black-haired young man unfolded the newspaper, and said to the blue-eyed young man who was making coffee for himself without raising his head, "Also, please help me get some breakfast. I just noticed that it was It's on the serving rack behind you."

"..." The blue-eyed young man sighed, glanced at the man who quickly finished speaking and buried himself in the pile of newspapers, and then looked behind him.

Sure enough, at some point, there was an extra breakfast with the steam of freshly baked toast.

"Oh, magic." He muttered in a low voice, and reluctantly turned on the espresso coffee machine, and then took the tray and put the breakfast on the small square table where the other party was sitting.

"Thank you." said the young man behind the newspaper.

"I said, have you forgotten that you are also a shop assistant?" The blue-eyed young man sighed again when he saw the other party's appearance: "Occasionally, I make coffee by myself."

"Holmes."

"I don't mind giving you my share of the salary, my dear Watson."

"I'm sorry, I've deducted almost all of your salary due to several skipped shifts." John Watson rolled his eyes, and brought his friend a ready-made coffee.

Even if the tuition fee for a doctorate in medicine in London is very expensive, he should not be fooled by the high salary of this part-time job!

It was fine at the beginning, he had no memory of his previous life, and Holmes knew how to put on a show, but when he investigated a case related to a magic test with the other party not long ago, he touched a magic item by mistake, under the influence of this strange power Under the shock, the memory of the previous life was awakened, and I realized that I was actually the reincarnation of Dr. Watson who wrote "Sherlock Holmes" in the [-]th century and had the same name as me. , when he was too late to rush over to work because of class, he took the initiative to help him as a substitute. It was too "coincidentally" that the young man with the same name as the great detective in history immediately recovered his true colors.

He threw all the daytime operations of the cafe to him, and even the people disappeared as mysteriously as he remembered.

The self who has not recovered his memory is really too naive, being played around by Holmes.

"He also said that our encounter with such a name was an arrangement of fate! Obviously it was his arrangement!"

"It's the same with the young ones, and it's the same with the old ones!"

Thinking about it, Dr. Watson felt angry and put down the coffee cup heavily: "The coffee is ready."

"Oh, thank you very much, Watson." Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Sherlock Holmes put away the newspaper, looked up with a smile, and thanked him in a very sincere tone.

Seeing this scene, Dr. Watson's anger disappeared inexplicably.

"Speaking of which, don't you go to school this month?" Dr. Watson simply brought over his own breakfast, sat opposite Holmes, and said with a cup of coffee.

"My thesis is enough, and I don't have any experiments to do recently." Holmes replied in a calm tone after swallowing his food.

"I'm asking about your class? I remember that there are still hours for those courses you took, and this semester is not finished."

Of course he knew that the thesis was enough, and it was much more than needed for the completion of the doctoral degree. Dr. Watson thought, the other party's habit of writing a thesis and publishing it when he had nothing to do hadn't changed at all because of the changes of the times.

"Actually, there is only one subject, Medicinal Chemistry." Holmes raised his eyes: "But the class is temporarily suspended."

"School suspension?"

"Yes, I don't need to go across half of London to take the class until I find a new professor who is willing to take over the course, because the professor who was in charge of that class was arrested for murder."

"Huh? When? I remember that Professor Leonard who taught you medicinal chemistry is your tutor!"

"It was yesterday." After Holmes swallowed the last bite of toast, he picked up his coffee and said, "I identified it."

"...cough...cough cough cough." Dr. Watson put down his glass, and his friend really hasn't changed at all, and he shouldn't drink while chatting with him.

"By the way, what about Ursula and the others? Why don't you come down to have breakfast? Did you stay up late last night because of the case?" Dr. Watson decisively changed the subject, and decided that it would be better to have a relaxed chat for breakfast in the future to avoid indigestion.

"No, there was no night shift in the coffee shop last night." Holmes replied. The coffee shop located downstairs in their old house, which was used as a Holmes memorial, was used as a normal coffee shop during the day and also as an office for him to undertake cases. And when night falls, the sign is reversed to serve as a quiet second-hand bookstore-bar combination, offering counseling help to humans troubled by magic-related oddities.

The night shift is mainly Eric and Ursula, and the work and rest are more and more nocturnal creatures. However, Holmes will occasionally pick up a few to adjust the fun of life. , has stepped into that world step by step, so there is no need to deliberately avoid suspicion like in the past.

He looked at the clock on the bar counter that looked like a shrunken clock tower and thought, the "Little London" that was born because of him really gave him a big surprise.

"What's the matter?" Dr. Watson looked at the quiet door, and then at the shelf that had been empty since he took Holmes's breakfast, where the elves from the house next door placed the meals they made. It is thanks to them that the café can run smoothly with only the two of Dr. Watson and Holmes.

Of course, the premise of this "smooth operation" is based on the premise of opening on random days. This kind of luck can only drink Sherlock Holmes-themed latte art coffee. Among the book fans who come to visit the Sherlock Holmes Memorial Hall from all over the world It is very famous.

However, compared to the surrounding coffee that can only be drunk by luck, the sign of Sherlock Holmes Consulting and Detective Agency hanging at the door of the store is a long-lasting topic on the Internet, especially when people often post on the Sherlock Holmes fan forum. The strange troubles they encountered were really solved there, and they swore that Holmes and Watson helped them solve them, but when people asked them about the specific situation, the posters kept silent, leaving only One sentence: "If you really encounter a strange event that cannot be solved, then go there and place a commission. You will know it at that time."

These posts have cast a lot of mystery on this cafe.Although many people think that this is a marketing method of the Sherlock Holmes Memorial Hall, it is a peripheral easter egg in a sense.But I have to say that the existence of these "urban legends" in London has made this cafe called Block B, No. 221 Baker Street even more popular. Even if its business hours are very irregular, it has not stopped the visitors. Check in with enthusiasm.

"The light inside is on!!"

"But it says resting?"

"But the strategy on the Internet said that if the door is not open, the store will not turn on the lights."

The chirping voices of the young girls came to mind.

"Ah, look~ the door is open!" A girl pushed the store door tentatively, but it turned out that a small crack opened unexpectedly.

"We have a visitor." Dr. Watson stood up quickly.

"It's not time for the shop to open yet." Holmes said lazily nestling in the same armchair as he used to, "There's still an hour~"

"That's right, but I need to remind you that we have not been open for nearly half a month." Dr. Watson put away the tableware: "And these children guarding the door so early in the morning are all for you , and it’s so cold in the morning.”

"It's also for you." Holmes stood up helplessly and walked towards the shop door: "I have already mentioned Watson. I have such a reputation that the world is still familiar to the world after more than a century, not just appearing in criminal investigation textbooks. , your praise of me and the articles you got are indispensible."

"I take it as a compliment to me." Dr. Watson smiled, signaling his friend to open the door quickly.

"Welcome to Block 221b. Although it's not time yet, do you need a cup of hot tea?"

The bell rang like the wind, and the door of the store was opened by a hand with knuckles.

Before the girls who had waited for the opening of the memorial hall to react to the shock of "Damn! This man looks like a young version of Sherlock Holmes!" and exclaimed, a voice shouted for them.

"Ah! Mr. Holmes!"

A girl's voice sounded from behind them.

"Oh?" Sherlock Holmes raised his eyebrows, and looked at the girl with black hair and amber eyes who was waving her hands at him behind these early guests. This was the girl they mentioned just now, because she didn't come down to eat on time. For breakfast, Dr. Watson talked about one of the two.

He is rarely called so formally by the other party. You must know that a century ago, this girl called him by first name, except for one case.

"Tell me, what can I do for you? I'm free today." Holmes stepped aside to open the shop door, gesturing for the customers to come in, while ignoring the main force behind him in the shop—Dr. Watson. After the sentence "free", cast a very oppressive "kind" look.

"I lost something." The dark-haired girl said.

"Just throwing things away?" Holmes looked at the serious face of the black-haired girl with interest.

"Other than that? Do you have anything to add?"

"Because I couldn't find anyone to suspect at all." Miss Witch said with a serious expression, "The thief's method of committing the crime is very clever, leaving no trace at all."

"Where is Eric?" Holmes raised his eyebrows: "What does he think?"

"He didn't find anything, and he just had something to do and went out. He couldn't find it with me during the day, but he will use this thing tonight. He is very anxious and must get it back."

"Can't you two come in and talk again? By the way, what did you lose, Ursula?" Dr. Watson resignedly guided the guests who kept looking towards the door into their seats, and found Holmes still standing at the door. I found it and asked curiously.

"A bottle of cider."

"what?"

"It's made from golden apples, from Avalon, the best bottle of the last apples of the year." Ursula said seriously, "It's the table wine for our seafood dinner tonight, and today's The seafood is picked by Hook himself, and it comes from the end of the most delicious seafood season in Xinghai, and it is the last super delicious seafood we can eat this year."

"That is indeed very important." Mr. Holmes' expression also became serious.

Looking at the two people who were looking at them with serious expressions just because of a bottle of cider that they drank with dinner at night, it was as if they had encountered a case where hundreds of millions of gems were stolen.

Dr. Watson chose to close the store door silently.

Forget it, guests or something, he should come by himself.