[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"I'm not Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock." Nina took two sips of coffee, thinking about Sherlock's help to her, a meal is not too difficult, "...ok, if you don't have any special request."

Nina put down the glass, walked to the refrigerator, and asked her to see what was in it, hoping to barely make a breakfast.

"Merlin!" Nina exclaimed a little, looking at the head in the refrigerator, he stared as if dying, "You put the head in the refrigerator?"

"I'm testing the time of blood clotting." Sherlock picked up the drawing paper on the table and moved the position to block Nina's sight. "The refrigerator is the best place."

"..." Nina took a deep breath and looked at the head again. She really didn't want to eat anything in the refrigerator, and a strong bloody smell seemed to be escaping from the refrigerator. "I'll go downstairs to buy some and come up early, do you need anything?"

Nina said as she closed the refrigerator door and walked out of the kitchen.

"Wharton Street croissants, scrambled eggs, and a cup of breakfast tea." Sherlock had put down the construction paper and covered it up again with something else.

"There's a bakery not far downstairs." Nina said helplessly. She didn't want to cross half of London just to buy a croissant for her.

"I don't like it,... I'm a sick person, I even had a high fever last night, I don't remember what happened, and I woke up in the morning and lay in my bed."

Nina was a little guilty by Sherlock's words, and she wondered if Sherlock really forgot what happened last night, although she did use "Forget it all" and said, "You'd better put on a blanket to increase your persuasiveness." , Sherlock."

Nina glanced at Sherlock who was nestled on the sofa.

"What about your brother's case?"

"what?"

"You've been looking at the files just now, haven't you?"

Sherlock glanced at the document that he threw aside. In fact, he didn't read a single word in it, "...not interested, I need a lot of time to decipher that picture."

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth when Nina cast a questioning look, "You heard it, I won't repeat it again."

Nina blinked, recalling the picture she had seen last night. She had tried to decipher it, but she had no clue, as if her mother had suddenly drawn a few dancing figures villain.

"I'll probably be back later, Wharton Street isn't near."

"It's raining outside." Sherlock smiled indistinctly.

"Oh, thank you."

After Nina left, Sherlock pulled out the drawing paper placed under a few sheets of paper again. He got off the sofa, walked to the window, and glanced sideways at Nina who had just walked out the door.

It can be seen that the wind is very strong, and Nina opened her umbrella, but there is still a lot of rain pouring on her face.The weather in London has never been certain, like a child who has changed his face. Not long ago it was sunny and sunny.

Sherlock glanced at it for a few times, until Nina completely disappeared from sight, then moved the corners of his mouth slightly, nestled himself on the sofa again, leaned forward, assumed a thinking posture, and stared at the table intently and without distraction of pictures.

***

Wharton Street, Bakery

"Your croissant."

Nina took the bag from the clerk, thanked her with a smile, and picked up the umbrella in the umbrella bucket.

Even though it was a stormy and stormy day just now, the rain stopped, leaving puddles of various sizes on the ground.

Nina put away her umbrella, and as soon as she walked out of the bakery, a young man in a gray T-shirt walked up to him, with blue stubble around his mouth. After realizing that Nina's eyes were on her, the young man turned around blankly. He turned his head to look at Nina, just in time to see Nina pursing her lips and smiling at him.

The young man froze for a moment, then walked into the bakery, frowning in disgust.

Nina looked away helplessly. She wanted to tell the young man that a child seemed to be playing a prank on purpose and pasted a note on his back, but it seemed that the gust of wind just now solved the problem.

The note was rolled twice in the wind, and it fluttered down on the corner of the street. Nina had no choice but to retract the words that came out of her mouth, and walked on Wharton Street with a shopping bag in her hand.

Wharton Street is not a bustling street, because there are no historical sites, and few people who come for sightseeing can be seen. Even the locals rarely come to the street at this time, and the air is full of rain. Wet, after a while Nina felt the clothes on her body become damp.

Not too far along Wharton Street, Nina heard the sound of hurried running coming from behind, getting closer and closer, Nina subconsciously turned around, unexpectedly, she happened to be hit by someone.

Unexpectedly being bumped into by someone, Nina staggered back a few steps before she barely stabilized her figure and did not fall to the ground, but the shopping bag in her hand was snatched away by the rushing people.

Now even the bread is being robbed!

Nina looked at the homeless man wearing a jacket who disappeared around the corner, dumbfounded, and straightened her wrinkled clothes.

It seems that she is going to buy a new one.Nina had to go back to the bakery, but was told that the croissants were just sold out and she had to wait for a while.

The distance from Wharton Street to Baker Street is a bit long, but it took Nina an hour and a half longer than normal to get back to Baker Street. Nina opened the door and saw Sherlock doing a public entertainment .

"Sorry, I was planning to take the bus back, but halfway through, the driver suddenly went on strike,...it might be inappropriate to have breakfast at this time." Nina scratched her hair helplessly. She might be staying at Hogwarts University. For a long time, I almost forgot there was such a thing as a strike.

The British probably learned from the French, and the French's strikes are almost commonplace.

But today, not only did she meet homeless men grabbing bread, but she also happened to catch up with the strike.

"Are you... the person who was at the bakery just now?" Nina turned into the kitchen, and saw the young man who was repairing the notebook, wasn't it the one who seemed to be being teased by a child.

"Hmm." The young man replied with a muffled head, raised his eyes to look at Nina, and then immediately continued with his hands.

"I thought you would come in the afternoon, thank you." Nina said with a smile. Her laptop broke down a few days ago, and she had forgotten to call the repair shop. She didn't remember it until yesterday.

"Come and take a look, Nina." Sherlock turned off the TV, tilted his head, and motioned for Nina to come and look at the pictures on the table.

Nina hurriedly put the breakfast and some ingredients on the kitchen table, walked over, and glanced at the little figure on the paper, "The painting on this paper..." Nina frowned suspiciously, and put the drawing on the paper. Pick it up and measure it carefully.

"Never mind that, no, you can take it.

The world is full of ciphers and codes, Nina. Generally speaking, to me, most of them are as simple as the contents of the bulletin board in a newspaper. It is a kind of pastime for human intelligence.

But this is not absolute, sometimes there are small thoughts hidden in them, which makes people unable to figure it out. "

"But you figured it out, isn't it amazing, in such a short time." Nina looked away from the painting and followed Sherlock's words.She suddenly felt that it is not difficult to communicate with Sherlock sometimes, and you need timely praise.

"Yep, come here, this answer may not be what you want, Nina, but it is the truth."

Nina saw that Sherlock had already written the answer on the paper and explained the method of cracking it. Strangely, Nina didn't hear any hint of showing off from Sherlock's almost non-stop explanation.

It was unusual, as she thought the painting was odd.

What's even stranger than this is the answer, which is a certain city in the United States (not Los Angeles) and a seemingly rare name.

Compared with the answer to the missing person notice, the two have nothing to do with each other.

Nina frowned, trying her best to find out the connection between the two. She always thought that they would make great discoveries from it, but now, she seemed to be shrouded in a thicker fog.

Maybe she should just give up or wait for more clues.

"I don't see any connection between this and the information on the missing persons notice." Nina said casually, her beautiful eyes full of doubts.

Just as Nina finished speaking, the young man who repaired the computer suddenly came over and interrupted the conversation between the two of them. "I'm sorry," he closed his eyes, his face was pale, and he said timidly, "I need to take the computer back for repair... Here, I don't have enough tools."

Nina frowned. She never expected that the computer would be damaged so badly. She needed to fix the computer as much as possible before school started, even though the computer was completely useless in school.

"Can it be repaired within two days? After two days, I may leave here." Nina asked as kindly as possible.

"Well, I'll deliver it tomorrow." The young man whispered, nodded to Nina with the corners of his lips pursed, then turned and left with his notebook and toolbox.

"He used two brand-name deodorants, both of which were known to be strong, so he had chronic body odor.

Although he hates women, he has strong desires. He keeps his head down. From the subtle movements of his eyes, it can be seen that he is looking at you, although he is trying to hide this fact as much as possible.

He was abused as a child, most likely by his mother, which contributed to his misogyny. "

"So?" Nina glanced at Sherlock suspiciously.

"what?"

"He just came to help fix the computer."

"Yep" Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth and covered up his behavior in time, "It's just a simple reasoning, I need to keep my mind running non-stop, and most people, they never think, just Like an aging wheel. . . . Are you leaving?"

"I don't know." Nina shook her head, "But it's the first day of school, and I have no reason not to go back, unless there is an accident."

The author has something to say: Four famous detectives gathered in the villa, waiting for the last famous detective. Everyone is guessing who the last one will be?

"Could it be that elementary school student?"

"He's coming and we're all going to die"

"Could it be the British couple?"

"Come on, they only update one season in two years"