[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

"What do you want to drink?" The heating in the teahouse was very strong, Aurora took off the scarf wrapped around her head, put her elbows on the wooden table with clear texture, rested her cheeks on her hands, and looked at the person sitting opposite who was studying the menu Sherlock asked casually.

Sherlock's eyes locked on "Biluochun" in the column of tea. He remembered that this was the kind of tea that Li Chengzhi brought to Aurora from China to London. A dozen packs of tea almost filled his luggage When she mistakenly thought that Li Chengzhi was really dead, she still insisted on taking so many bags of Biluochun home from the scene of the crime, making a pot of tea every day and putting it on the coffee table at home. .

Sherlock turned the menu in front of him to the direction and pushed it to Aurora's side. He clicked "Biluochun" with his index finger inadvertently, and said lightly: "I haven't had much of these, you can choose." , except for this.”

Aurora rested her chin and looked at the column "Biluochun" pointed by Sherlock in a puzzled manner. She suddenly realized what he was referring to. She covered her face and lowered her head to cover Sherlock's eyes. Looking at the sight, he secretly scolded him for being narrow-minded, and whispered to the waiter next to him, "I want a pot of Pu'er tea, and a plate of nine-made tangerine peel, loquat in syrup, and buttered plum."

Sherlock noticed that after Aurora came in and saw the menu, her eyes were fixed on the dessert column from the beginning to the end, but she only ordered three plates of candied fruit restrainedly, so she handed over to Aurora on the opposite side. He gave a playful look, and then added seriously to the waiter: "Shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, siu mai and char siew buns, one of each."

Aurora was still a little entangled in her heart. After all, she was laughed at by Sherlock and Watson not long ago that she could eat, so after hesitating for a long time, she still asked for a few plates of candied fruit very low-key, even though she really wanted to eat I really want to eat those dim sum.But she knew that Sherlock was not that kind. Even if she said something she wanted to say but didn't say it for Aurora, she had to laugh at her first.

"That's all." Aurora signaled the waiter to leave, then suddenly turned her head and reached out to hit Sherlock on the forehead with a thump, and rolled her eyes at him in a signature way.

After all the refreshments and snacks were served, Aurora's cell phone rang suddenly. As a library of songs from Great Britain, she always adhered to the principle of changing her cell phone ringtone every three days, but this time it was a very popular one recently. "Havana".

Aurora's mouth was already full of char siew buns, and she was still sending loquats in syrup. As the saying goes, she was eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the other bowl. Answering the phone, she raised her chin to signal Sherlock to answer for her.

Sherlock took away the mobile phone next to the empty plate of shrimp dumplings, stretched out his index finger to swipe on the mobile phone interface, pressed the answer button and the hands-free button, and put it on the table beside him.

"Aurora, Sherlock insisted on taking you home last night, but he didn't come back all night. Could it be that something happened?" Watson's worried voice floated from the phone, and it was clear that he was now I am very worried about Sherlock's safety at this time, "I remember you mentioned yesterday that there is a criminal gang behind that taxi driver, did they take Sherlock away? You inform Inspector Lestrade first, and then we Let's think together..."

Before Watson could make an even more outrageous deduction, Sherlock interrupted him: "It's me, John."

Watson gasped when he heard this familiar voice, and felt that he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and then began to think about whether he knew too much and would be silenced by Aurora and Sherlock. After all, Officer Donovan said more than once the night before that Sherlock would really become a murderer one day.

"Are you...together now?" After a moment of silence, Watson finally decided on his words, rolled up his tongue and licked his dry lips, and asked hesitantly.

Combining the time difference between East Eighth District and Zero Time Zone, it should still be early in the morning in London. Even Sherlock, who has a mysteriously low EQ, probably guessed what Watson was thinking at the moment, and calmly explained: "We are traveling. .”

"Traveling early in the morning?" Watson felt that this was obviously a lie to deal with the mentally handicapped, and he deeply felt that his IQ had been insulted, so he asked not very convinced.

Aurora took out a tissue, wiped her hands, and brought the phone back. Naturally, she couldn't explain to Watson that they were apparated, so she said nonsense in a serious manner: "I sat down as soon as the case was over last night. The plane has departed, and I have just arrived in Hong Kong, China, and now I am eating dim sum in a teahouse."

"Did you fly away last night as soon as the case was over?" Although this statement was logically plausible, Watson was still skeptical. If he flew to Hong Kong just after the case was over, when would the ticket be booked?

"John, look." Aurora suddenly turned on the front camera, and then changed direction to take a picture of a table of delicious food and Sherlock who was leisurely drinking tea on the opposite side, planning to put a wave of poison on Watson, but also It is proving that what he said is true.

Watson looked at the scene over there with a face of refusal, and felt that his dog's eyes were about to be blinded. Not only was he poisoned in the early morning, but he also showed affection, and he would never be able to play happily with Aurora again.At this moment, he no longer doubted what Aurora said just now. After all, no matter how rich his imagination was, it was impossible for him to think that these two people used magic to teleport directly to the other side of the world.

"That's enough. Don't take me with you if you eat and drink over there. My breakfast is just a glass of milk and a plate of small biscuits." Watson glanced at the plate of strangely-shaped cookies that were baked a little black on the coffee table in front of him. Little Biscuit, leaning on his forehead, sighed secretly, and added, "By the way, Mrs. Hudson prepared these biscuits. Mrs. Hudson prepared them."

Although Mrs. Hudson has been devoting herself to discussing cooking skills with Aurora and learning a lot of Asian gourmet snacks, her cooking skills have not improved much during this period of time, and her level has been hovering at the level of "can eat "The passing line, up and down.

Aurora understood what Watson meant in an instant. In fact, she always wondered why Mrs. Hudson used no problem with the ingredients every time she cooked. The amount and proportion of seasonings were very precise, but the cooked Things are really unreliable.In particular, Mrs. Hudson's biggest advantage is her hospitality. Every time she cooks, she invites people to taste it.

If Mrs. Hudson can make a list of the people who invite the most frequently, Sherlock Holmes, the tenant of 221B Baker Street, must be at the top of the list. Lola Hopps (real last name as yet unknown) is also at the top of the list.

"This is the last time. I am your landlord, not your housekeeper." Aurora had already imagined what Mrs. Hudson would say when she offered to serve Watson breakfast, both in content and tone They all learned very well.

Watson couldn't help laughing, and then said to Aurora on the phone in a low voice, "Stop talking, I heard Mrs. Hudson coming upstairs, and I'm on speakerphone. "

"Why did I bring you?" Sherlock looked at Aurora who was sitting opposite with a smirk on her face, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend, and she picked up a piece of nine-made tangerine peel and brought it to her mouth. Suddenly, there was no preface and no words. Asked in hindsight.

Watson on the other side of the phone didn't react at first, thinking that Sherlock was really talking to Aurora, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that this was the sentence he said to himself just now, "You guys are eating too much over there!" Drink up and don’t take me with you,” responded, with black lines all over his face.

Naturally, Aurora would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After swallowing the whole shumai, she poked Sherlock who was sitting opposite with the end of her chopsticks, half-closed her narrow eyes, and rested her chin with one hand He joked: "Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes's brain full of weeds? His reflex arc is so long that it can strangle the earth."

This was what Sherlock used to mock Aurora's IQ, but now she used it to mock him.

Sherlock didn't care about Aurora's ridicule at all, and after eating the nine-made tangerine peel in a leisurely manner, he picked another cream plum that was not popular with Aurora, and deliberately avoided the ones that she obviously liked more. Favorite refreshments and snacks, continue to ask Peanut on the phone: "The two of us are traveling, why did we bring you?"

Under Mrs. Hudson's expectant eyes, Watson, who was trying to eat a whole plate of baked biscuits, was already suffering from both physical and mental torments. Now, after hearing Sherlock's words, he felt even more affected. With [-] points of damage, I suddenly feel that the world has become even less beautiful.

He looked up at the smiling Mrs. Hudson, struggled to swallow the last bite of the biscuit, and then put the mobile phone that had been changed from hands-free mode to receiver mode against his ear, leaving a helpless and powerless tone. Say "I wish you a good time", and then hung up the phone very decisively without the slightest hesitation.

"I really can't stand the two of them." Watson picked up the glass of milk with a headache, gulped it down, complained to Mrs. Hudson, and began to think about whether he would be driven away by Sherlock. No.15 co-tenants.

"That's because you don't have a girlfriend," the gossiping Mrs. Hudson once again revealed her true nature, and asked Watson, "or a boyfriend. What type do you like? I can help you introduce A few, don’t think about the two who live next door to Mrs. Turner’s house, they are already a couple. But the one who lives on the opposite side..."

Watson silently covered his face with his hands, what did he do wrong to have to endure this early in the morning.

The author has something to say:

I’m back again hahaha~~ I went to the largest playground in Toronto today, because it was too hot in summer, and all I played were water sports. I was very happy at the time, but after I came back, my back started to hurt.Sure enough, I have been out and about too much in the past few days, and I have been punished. It seems that I should stay at home and code words~~

Today is a statutory holiday in Canada. Although I don't know what kind of tradition it is, it's always good to have a holiday. I have to go to school again tomorrow.I also have to reduce my outings appropriately, I don’t have enough manuscripts~~ (full of resentment)

Ask for comments, please collect~~ah la la, I will be more careful to you~~