Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Wu Zhen felt that he might not be fully recovered, or that the glass of wine he drank with Sophie before leaving the hospital had taken effect. You must know that when you drink red wine, you get drunk because of stamina.

She spoke a little out of control, but conscious.That's why it's weird, sometimes it's like a different person when you speak, but you're conscious.

"If I fell in love with someone, it would be his eyes first, then his wisdom. You have both."

Sherlock tilted his head and said, "Really?"

Wu Zhen laughed: "Of course."

"Then say it again."

"I appreciate your eyes and wisdom."

Sherlock pressed the recording button, and what Wu Zhen said just now was played from his mobile phone: I appreciate your eyes and wisdom.

He hit replay again.

I admire your eyes and wisdom.

——He just secretly pressed the recording button when Wu Zhen was speaking, and it was recorded.

After Wu Zhen heard what he said, he felt a little funny.

"If you don't object, I'll save this paragraph." Sherlock hooked the corner of his mouth, a little mischievous.

Wu Zhen said, "No."

"Maybe I forgot to tell you that the objection is invalid."

Wu Zhen said: "Oh, if you want to stay, you can stay! I didn't tell a lie!"

The car drove all the way to the door of 221B. As soon as the door was opened, Mrs. Hudson rushed over, hugged Wu Zhen, and said, "Good boy, it's all right. Forgive me for not being able to come to see you these days."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Wu Zhen hugged her back.

"There is a roast chicken in the oven, and it will be ready to eat later."

"I want to rest first."

"Go." Mrs. Hudson patted her on the back.

Wu Zhen entered the room and closed the door.

Sherlock suddenly asked Mrs. Hudson: "How did you and your husband meet?"

Mrs. Hudson was taken aback: "Why do you ask this question?"

"Nothing." Sherlock turned and went upstairs quickly, expressionless.

Mrs. Hudson watched him go upstairs in the slightly dark downstairs, held the handle of the stairs, and murmured: "Oh, that's a romantic story...my roast chicken." Turning hurriedly into the Room.

......

Wu Zhen slept for a long time, without dreams, without any hidden light or darkness.

Woke up feeling refreshed.The room was dark, Wu Zhen fumbled to turn on the light.Looking at the European-style furnishings in the house, there is a sense of comfort.

The time on the small black carved clock is just past six o'clock, which is dinner time.

That night, at about seven or eight o'clock, Wu Zhen took a shower and was wearing a white fluffy, off-the-shoulder casual dress, which can be used as a nightgown when necessary or lazy, with her wet hair draped over her shoulders.Just go down to the sandwich shop downstairs to buy bread.

The sandwich shop also sells bread and some souvenirs. The bread is so good that many people come here to buy it.

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man named Chatterjee, whose face turns red easily when excited.

Wu Zhen called it "angry red" or "excited red", of course he was complaining silently in his heart.

He was on good terms with Mrs. Hudson.Wu Zhen saw him leaning on the counter more than once, flirting with Mrs. Hudson.

No wonder Mrs. Hudson has been smiling every day since a few days ago.

...Until Wu Zhen heard Chatterjee on the phone, and said to the phone: "My dear..." Seeing her coming, she hurriedly walked to the back kitchen to bake bread house.A clerk appeared to block her view and asked with a smile what she wanted.

When I went home after buying bread, I saw Mrs. Hudson sitting in front of the TV watching TV, covering her mouth and laughing from time to time.

At hand, on the sofa, there is no protrusion in the pocket, and there is no trace of the mobile phone within one meter that can be reached at any time.

It doesn't look like he's finished answering the phone.

They're so close, there's no need to call.

"Mrs. Hudson, did you speak to someone just now?"

"No."

...scum...

No, you can't think of it that way, if Chatterjee is talking to his family, "dear" is just a verbal endearment for the British.

So, do you need to avoid her with an embarrassing face when talking on the phone with your family?

No.

and so.

Scum.

"Mrs. Hudson."

Mrs. Hudson turned her head and looked at Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen's expression was serious, and he wanted to tell Mrs. Hudson about this matter, but he also had concerns in his heart.

"What if the person you love cheats?" Wu Zhen said tactfully.

"Son, that's not what happened to you?" Mrs. Hudson said cautiously.

What a wonderful person, Wu Zhen was very moved.

"No, just asking, what would you do if it were you?"

"oH, I might break his leg."

So says Mrs Hudson, the wife and bar girl of a former drug cartel bigwig.

Wu Zhen: "..."

So, should she not care about Mrs. Hudson now, but should care about the polyamorous store owner's legs?

In the end she didn't have time to say it, because the police car was downstairs and Officer Lestrade came again.

Wu Zhen pushed the door open, and the copper doorbell collided with the glass door, making a crisp sound.

She saw the counter facing the door at a glance. The transparent glass on the counter separated all kinds of delicious cakes.Chatterjee sat at a small round table in the designated lounge area of ​​the store, his face glowing red was full of unnaturalness, and the person opposite him had short black curly hair and a signature windbreaker.It's Sherlock.

Wu Zhen seems to have heard somewhere that short hair is a hairstyle that only good-looking people can afford, otherwise they will be ugly.But Sherlock looks okay.

Wu Zhen stared at the curly hair in a daze.

Maybe the store owner's eyes were too hot to look at Wu Zhen, Sherlock took a gap, and followed his gaze to lock Wu Zhen who was looking at him (hair) in a daze.

Sherlock was rarely taken aback.

Wu Zhen came back to his senses, his face was normal, he smiled at him, and turned to buy bread.

"Really, come here."

Wu Zhen: "What are you doing?"

"Come here," Sherlock said, turning to face Chatterjee again.Chatterjee looked at him, twitching the corners of his eyes, took a small handkerchief from his bosom, and wiped his sweat.

If she read it right, it was Mrs. Hudson's handkerchief, wasn't it?She saw Mrs. Hudson buy two identical ones some time ago.

Wu Zhen walked over, moved the chair and sat down at the small round table.

Sherlock said: "This is the owner of the store. It doesn't matter what his name is. I want you to be a witness for us."

—sorry she only wanted a witness to the wedding.

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Sherlock, do you have such a strong taste?

No, Uncle Chatterjee, you are.Men, women and children, take all?

Wu Zhen tried his best not to make strange expressions, it was so shocking, human nature is really unfathomable and unfathomable...

She still has a lot to learn.

"...what testimony?"

Sherlock first reminded her, "Don't think too much."

Wu Zhen laughed twice.

"If this man sells me a cigarette, he will suffer 'retribution'. As for this 'retribution', I have made it very clear to him just now, and now I just need you to help me to be a witness."

"no problem."

Chatterjee was sweating more and more, and kept wiping his sweat with a small handkerchief, his face flushed with a look of daring to speak out.

If you just want to quit smoking, as for threatening people?

"Sherlock, you made a lot of noise about quitting smoking." Wu Zhen said, "Look at him." Pointing to Chatterjee.

"If you don't do this, he will never obey my words." Sherlock's head was raised slightly, and light and shadow hit it, like a perfectly carved statue.

"I'll never sell you another tobacco," Chatterjee murmured, head bowed.

"Very good, remember what you said. Really, come with me, we still need to go to other stores to discuss this matter."

"Are you sure?" The lights of the lampposts on the street have been turned on, and the signs of the shops on both sides are brightly lit. Looking out of the glass windows, it is colorful.

"Very sure."

Next, Wu Zhen was fortunate to see Sherlock utter words fluently and disregarding human feelings that made the faces of shop owners who sold cigarettes change drastically.

Seeing those panicked faces, Wu Zhen couldn't bear it.