When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

John and Sherlock walked into the shop called Lucky Cat, which sold little gadgets brought from China, such as lucky cats, round fans, wooden Buddhas, and some Hanfu.

The older Chinese female store manager saw someone entering her store, so she naturally picked up a golden beckoning cat and began to sell her products: "Do you want a beckoning cat?"

"No, no need." John rejected her offer.

"Only ten pounds, sir."

The clumsy salesmanship made John and Sherlock couldn't help laughing a little. In fact, they also laughed, but it didn't mean a little bit of ridicule, but full of kindness.

"I think your wife would like it."

"Thank you, I really don't need it." John felt a little strange, obviously he should be a Han, and the woman in front of him was also a Han, but he couldn't speak Chinese with her.Because he didn't even know if this woman grew up in England and could speak her mother tongue.

He pouted, and suddenly noticed a set of beautiful imitation Tang Dynasty celadon lamps beside him, and couldn't help but started playing with them.

"You like it?" Sherlock's voice sounded in John's ear, almost startling him. Fortunately, he was very vigilant, and after accidentally taking off the celadon lamp, he quickly put it on It was picked up again before it fell to the ground.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Sherlock didn't expect John's reaction to be so big. After all, he had always given himself the impression that he was very alert, and he could notice it as long as he got a little closer to him.

"No, it's not your fault, it's because I was too addicted." John put the celadon lamp back, and recalled in a trance: "This is a copy of the celadon lamp from the Tang Dynasty, and it is something from the era when I existed, so look at it. It’s just a little bit of a nostalgia.”

"So...buy one back?" Sherlock asked him.

John shook his head: "No, it's not true after all. So what if it's true? I'm dead long ago, and I can't go back to the era 1000 years ago. Besides, in this era, every household With electric lights, this celadon lamp can only be used as a decoration, it has long since lost its original purpose."

The two were silent for a while, and then it was John who broke it: "How? Did you find anything here?"

"No," said Sherlock, "let's go to lunch, are you hungry?"

"Lunch?" John smiled softly: "I thought it was three o'clock in the afternoon, so you still have the concept of eating in your mind."

"It's my fault. I asked you to investigate the case with me, but I ignored you." Sherlock said, "This is Chinatown, and there are more authentic Chinese dishes."

"Let's go then."

Just as soon as they came out of the Lucky Cat store, they found a restaurant opposite. Because both of them were a little hungry, they went straight into the small restaurant.

After ordering a few dishes, it was not the normal meal time and there were no people in the restaurant, so they were ready and delivered quickly.

"How does it taste? Is it a normal Chinese taste?" Because Sherlock doesn't know how to use chopsticks, he uses a spoon to spoon food for himself. Occasionally, John will pick up some dishes for him that are not suitable for spoons, such as fish or Green vegetables.

"I think so." John replied after swallowing everything in his mouth: "Actually, the food eaten in Tang Dynasty 1000 years ago did not have so many seasonings, and the recipes were very lacklustre, but even so , when these dishes are eaten in my mouth, I still feel that this is the taste of my hometown. It feels good."

John didn't like to recall the past, because he felt that it would make him look a little weak, so he quickly changed the subject. "How? Any clues?"

"The two people who came back from China went straight to the Lucky Cat store... I think they might have seen something in it." Sherlock didn't know whether it was because he found out that John wanted to change the subject, so he cooperated with him, or because he I really feel that the charm of the case is more attractive, and I quickly talked about this case: "However, no matter what they saw, the package they brought back from China in their hands probably disappeared here. in a shop."

"So, you suspect that Fanku's package is smuggled from China?" John skillfully picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks. "What do you think they're smuggling?"

"What else can there be?" Sherlock breathed out through his nose: "China is an ancient country with a long history, and it is most famous for its antiques."

"However, are you sure that Brian Lucci is also a smuggler?"

"Think about it." Sherlock said, "Eddie Vancourt is a businessman who often travels to Asia, and Brian Lucci is a reporter specializing in China news. What a perfect cover. They are all smugglers, and recruiting How logical that the Caimao store is their delivery point."

"So, why did they die? It doesn't make sense, does it?" They sat by the window, so they could easily see the street outside and the Lucky Cat store across the street. "If they come to the store and deliver the goods, why would someone threaten them and kill them? Obviously they have done this kind of thing more than once, haven't they? They have also completed their mission."

"If..." Sherlock considered every possibility in his mind, and then picked out the most likely one. "What if one of them gets plucked?"

"What do you mean?" John asked.

"I mean, one of them stole something." Sherlock frowned: "From that batch."

"But the murderer doesn't know who stole it." John suddenly understood, and followed Sherlock's words and continued to reason: "So he threatened the two of them."

"That's right." Sherlock nodded, and when he turned his head to look outside, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"Think for me," said Sherlock, "when was the last time it rained?"

Sherlock's question was very confusing, but John still felt that the other party was not a person who would ask meaningless questions.But when he was about to answer his question, Sherlock got up from his seat and walked outside.

John followed, and saw Sherlock pick up a yellow page wrapped in a transparent file bag next to a closed door.

Sherlock checked the yellow pages, "It's been here since Monday." As he said so, he rang the doorbell of Soolinyao's house, which was translated into Chinese as Su Lin Yao.

But after a long time, no one came to open the door.

Sherlock couldn't wait any longer, so he decided to find another way to go in and have a look.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?" John asked him.

"No one has entered the door of that apartment for at least three days," Sherlock replied.

But this can't explain why he went in to check, what's wrong with it?And what did Sherlock discover? "You know, the owner of the apartment is probably on vacation."

"Would you leave the windows open on vacation?" Then Sherlock found a place, climbed up, and jumped into the apartment through the second-story window.

Of course, John was close behind.

"Someone's been here." Sherlock almost broke a vase when he climbed into the window, but that's why he realized something was wrong. "Someone broke into the apartment and almost broke the vase." Just like him.

"Of course someone broke in." John nodded at this, and then pulled Sherlock who was looking around behind him: "And that person is still here now."