Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

When they went to the third shop and came out, the shop owner asked someone to close the shop door immediately after they went out-the business was stopped.

"Ah-choo--"

Wu Zhen sneezed.

The night in London is a bit cool, especially for someone like Wu Zhen who only wears a thin skirt.

It's not cold after a walk.

Wu Zhen crossed his hands and rubbed his arms.But she felt a warm coat draped over her body. She looked up at Sherlock, but he had already walked to the front, wearing a straight suit and a slender figure.

Wu Zhen's first thought: Did he wear too much?

It's a suit and a coat.

Then she laughed dimples and shouted, "Thank you!"

Sherlock turned around and said, "Come on, there are still dozens of stores to run. We can't let go of any stores within two miles of here."

He has a precise map of the whole of London in his mind, and any tiny spot will be known to him.And calculate the most reasonable road to reach the destination without interference.

But on this cool night, for the first time, Sherlock felt that it would be okay to take a long detour, maybe?

Wu Zhen is used to getting up early for running, usually at six o'clock. She didn't sleep this night, and it was still dark when she woke up. She would see the street lights still on, emitting a white light, as thin as a cicada's wings, like the veil of the moon goddess shrouded.The slightly cool moist air is inhaled into the lungs, which is very comfortable.

After running, it will be about seven o'clock.After taking a shower, you can see the breakfast prepared by Mrs. Hudson, bread, eggs and coffee on the table.

Mrs. Hudson made only three breakfasts.

Wu Pan has been doing an astronomical observation project with his mentor these days.Board and lodging are all in the school.

Usually, it is Mrs. Hudson who delivers Sherlock's breakfast, but since Sherlock gave Wu Zhen a door key for safekeeping, and she can come in and out as she pleases, the task of delivering the food has somehow fallen to Wu Zhen. on the head.

Wu Zhen picked up the breakfast and went upstairs, took out the key to open the door, but the door was not closed, leaving a gap, Wu Zhen pushed the door open, and saw Sherlock in a dark blue nightgown curled up on the sofa.

Hearing the movement, Sherlock quickly sat up straight, his face pale.

Seeing Wu Zhen come in, Sherlock's eyes immediately changed, like a vampire staring at his prey, the prey tasted very uncomfortable, Wu Zhen involuntarily touched his neck.

Sherlock looked away indifferently.

"Have you been up all night again?"

Wu Zhen put the dinner plate on the sofa table, took a bite of a piece of bread, and said, "Sherlock, hold on, this is the first day you quit smoking."

Sherlock grabbed the edge of the sofa pillow with both hands and covered his head with the pillow.

A muffled voice came: "I don't need nicotine, what I need is a case! Since the last case ended, there have been no more interesting cases. Can't there be more murders in London!"

"You'd better get some sleep."

"I need to wake up."

"sleep."

"wide awake."

"sleep."

"wide awake."

Perhaps both of them realized that this discussion was meaningless and childish, and they fell silent.

Sherlock raised a strange smile and raised his tone: "Really, I really envy you."

"I know, because my brain barely needs to turn."

Wu Zhen snatched the coffee with two pieces of sugar before Sherlock reached for the coffee, raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

"What are you doing?"

"Obviously, finish your coffee. You need sleep."

Sherlock stared at her neck, as if seeing coffee coursing through her veins, and suddenly turned his head away.He stood up again and walked to the bedroom.

"what are you doing?"

"Change clothes and prepare to continue visiting the store."

"I know, but why didn't you close the bedroom door when you changed?"

"I never close the bedroom door."

"Then what if others see it?"

"See what?" Sherlock's voice came from the bedroom, saying, "You are welcome to come and see."

Wu Zhen has nothing to say, she is not a female hooligan, and she doesn't want to see things she shouldn't see.

So

Sherlock wins again.

Walking out of the last shop within two miles around Baker Street, Wu Zhen was still recalling the shop owner's expression as if he had seen a ghost just now.

Sherlock's work efficiency is extremely high, and within a few days he took Wu Zhen to walk all over London's streets and alleys, and he knew almost every small shop in every alley.

He seems to take "intimidation" as a new kind of pleasure, replacing the excitement that smoking gives him.

As a result, each shop owner was frightened to varying degrees.

It's such a sad thing.

Sherlock took out his phone to check the time.

"It's already noon. There's a restaurant in Chinatown nearby that's okay. Let's eat there."

"Are you interested in Chinatown?"

"The location of the incident."

......No wonder.

Rows of red lanterns are hung with iron wires in Chinatown. The shop fronts here are usually decorated with red, as if in people's impression, China is red, bright red.

The shop is luxuriously decorated, with golden classical palace lanterns hanging inside, and light bulbs inside.Dark walls, the light is not very clear.Like ordinary Chinese restaurants, the voices are a bit noisy.The waiter who took the order was a young Asian face, his eyes sparkled when he saw Wu Zhen, and he just asked her what she wanted.

They sat by the window facing the street, away from the crowd, and Sherlock habitually looked out the window while waiting for the meal.The waiter brought the juice first, and Wu Zhen moistened his mouth with it.

"looking at what?"

"Mycroft's eyeliner."

"..."

"He arranged eyeliner for you to monitor you?"

No matter how many times he has heard and seen it, Wu Zhen still can't quite get used to the pair of brothers targeting each other.The behavior between them is like one party trying to control the other's behavior, and the controlled one keeps resisting and succeeds.This behavior is repeated over and over again, and neither party gets tired.

Look, what a strange logical behavior.

It's like a game where you come and go to challenge each other between two high IQs.

"Where did you see it? Why didn't I notice it?"

Wu Zhen thought that his investigative ability was not bad.

Sherlock concludes:

"Your mind has no ability to foresee danger."

So Sherlock is not going to tell Wu Zhen that he is being monitored by top agents.

"It's no surprise, how many people in the world are Sherlock Holmes." Wu Zhen shrugged and said indifferently.

She majored in psychology, not criminal investigation.The majors are different. There is an old Chinese saying that interlaced lines are like mountains. She will not belittle herself if she makes a mistake in detective science.If his professional knowledge was wrong, Wu Zhen felt that he would die of shame.

Sherlock lowered his head and ate quietly, only the slight sound of knives, chopsticks and plates colliding on the table.

"Nice flattery," he said.

"..."

Wu Zhen picked up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks, and was confused by the sudden words.Finally, she said: "Thank you for the compliment."

Sherlock choked.

Wu Zhen concentrated on adding chili peppers to the noodles. A woman was walking in the aisle when her feet slipped, and the coffee in her hand accidentally spilled onto her chiffon blouse, and the coffee stains immediately soaked a large area.

Wu Zhen was so hot that she stood up reflexively, separated the cloth from the skin layer with her hands, and the coffee dripped on the ground.

She likes this dress very much, and I'm afraid she won't be able to wear it in the future.Fortunately, I didn't wear a skirt today. I was wearing jeans and a top, otherwise the whole skirt would have been lost.

You can suffer even if you eat noodles.

She has really had bad luck recently.

"HO, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

The man quickly put down the coffee cup, pulled out a tissue, and helped Wu Zhen wipe his clothes.The clothes are no longer dripping, but the coffee stains left behind have to be washed.

Wu Zhen rejected the woman's apology.Went to the toilet to dispose of clothes.

After Wu Zhen left, Sherlock looked indifferently at the woman who refused to leave.

"Jenny, if I were you, I'd be more professional."

Jenny, whose name was guessed at a glance, was embarrassed, but the quality of an agent made her calm down as soon as possible, and said with a very professional quality:

"It's important. You've been with Ms. Wu these days. I haven't found the right opportunity to do it. I have to do this."

"So, you just spilled a cup of scalding coffee?"

"...I think it could be a little more realistic."

"I don't think so. Maybe you can take your coffee and blow it in the cold wind before you come back. Maybe you can calm down your unmoving mind by the way."

Jenny's face began to twitch slightly, and she couldn't hold back anymore.Uncomfortably twisting in the chair, she opened her mouth to continue talking.

Sherlock interrupted her speech, and said unemotionally and seriously: "I will complain to your boss about you, you are not suitable for continued surveillance, or in other words, unqualified."

Why?Just because of a hot cup of coffee?

Jenny felt that her outlook on life had taken a hit.