Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

The brain functioned quickly, and it took only three seconds to figure out all this. Wu Zhen quickly said with a smile:

"True Wu. Just call me Zhen."

Sherlock Holmes withdrew his hand and said, "Excuse me, are you a transvestite?"

Wu Zhen: "...what?"

Sherlock explained:

"It's very simple. It doesn't make sense from the fact that you are cleaning such a dusty house and wearing an expensive and delicate dress, but you don't have enough money to rent a brighter house. And your side A lot of exquisite clothes of different styles are exposed in the open box, your fanaticism for different clothes is obvious. SO..."

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, do you really know what common sense is? ?Is it really okay to say these words to a neighbor you meet for the first time? !

Wu Zhen forcibly calmed down his nerves, and said, "To be precise, it's cosplay."

"Hmm." Sherlock pursed his lips and nodded, obviously not believing what she said.And suddenly said:

"You're looking for a job."

"Yes." There are so many miraculous things about her neighbor, and she has begun to accept it slowly.

The phone issued a reminder, Sherlock took out the phone, and pressed his fingers flexibly on the keyboard.

Then Sherlock left.

It came and went in a hurry.

Wu Zhen paced to the coffee table and folded up the newspaper on the job application page.He straightened up, gripped the feather duster tightly, looked around the room, let out a long snort, and cleaned up again.

Chinese feather dusters have multiple uses. They can be used for cleaning when they go in, and they can be used for beating people when they go back.It is used to clean, but it is used to beat people.

Footsteps came from the corridor at the door, Wu Zhen listened and recognized them, and began to loosen his muscles and bones.

The door creaked open, and the person outside pushed the door in.

A feather duster slashed at Wu Pan who had just entered the door. Wu Pan dodged reflexively, dodging the sudden attack, and at the same time shouted loudly: "The Queen Mother, spare me!"

Wu Zhen took the feather duster back.

"You traitor."

How dare you run away while cleaning!

Wu Pan's standard action was to touch the ground on one knee, offer the things in his hand, and open the paper bag:

A piece of pie.

A pie with more than a dozen dead fish heads.

"what is this?"

"Looking at the stars!"

"How does it taste?"

"You'll know when you eat it."

"It looks salty, let me try it."

After tasting:

"Wu Pan."

When Wu Zhen is angry and ready to get angry, he will call a person's name.

Wu Zhen didn't answer, years of getting along had made him familiar with his sister's temperament, so he flew out of the room expressionlessly.

He met a person head-on, the short-haired man in a police uniform with a gun was taken aback, saw Wu Pan passing by, and went upstairs quickly.

Mrs. Hudson explained: "That's Officer Gray, don't worry, he's not here to arrest people."

Wu Pan: No one is worried that he is here to arrest people. We are all good citizens who know the law and abide by the law.

Wu Pan held onto the handrail of the stairs and looked up to the upper floor.Wu Zhen said behind him: "It seems that it is not easy for us to be neighbors."

"Wu Zhen, your observation ability has degraded."

"No, I just remind you."

Wu Pan still looked at the roof of the building, and said something irrelevant to the current situation: "Do you really believe that we came to London just for the so-called international integration?"

Wu Zhen recalled the scene when Mother Wu waved a small handkerchief and happily said that the two monkey children did not need to come back when they left the house.

It seems to be in line with Wu Ma's temperament.

In that case, she still just thought that the two of them were just children who didn't understand anything, even though they were adults.

I don't want to say anything to them, and share it with the family.

Wu Pan turned her head, just in time to meet Wu Zhen's clear and bright eyes, her eyes were too black and white, too calm and sober.Even if those eyes were born with hooks and smiles, it couldn't match the firm gaze of the owner of the eyes.

Needless to say, the two of them knew each other well when they had a bunch of things going on, and they were each other's half body.

"Don't have to turn back when you don't need to turn back, we don't have the ability to compete with that right now."

Yes, even if they know so what, they still can't do anything, they can only send them abroad by their parents.

Go down.

"I need an assistant, Rhett, I need an assistant." Sherlock sat on the sofa and folded his hands, emphasizing the matter again.

Lace touched his nose and said, "My name is Gray."

"When did you change your name?"

"My name is Gray!" Les clenched his fists to his lips and coughed, "Anyway, when are you going to start handling the case?"

"I, need, one, an assistant."

"I know I know, but Mary is about to give birth, and Watson has to be with Mary. Besides, maybe you can think of McHerr, he's doing a good job."

"Indeed. You're useless for anything but miscellaneous things. Compared with him, Lestrade, you have to be said to be useful."

"...Should I be happy?"

Lestrade tugged at his bow tie, and was about to continue, when he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Standing at the door, Wu Zhen knocked on the door that was slightly opened, and asked politely, "Excuse me, can I come in?"

The atmosphere was too awkward at the moment, in fact as long as he was in the same room with Sherlock, there was never a time when he wasn't uncomfortable.Lestrade couldn't wait for Wu Zhen to come, so he signaled Wu Zhen to come in.

"Please come in."

"Mrs. Hudson asked me to bring some baked apple pie." Wu Zhen held the apple pie in his hand and smiled sincerely.

Wu Pan bought two pieces of "Looking at the Starry Sky". She ate a small part of one piece, and both of them expressed that they didn't want to eat any more.Mrs. Hudson saw that they were helpless with a piece of pie, so she specially baked an apple pie for them to eat, and asked Wu Zhen to send the apple pie upstairs by the way.

Although it is very impolite to look at other people's houses casually, Wu Zhen inevitably noticed the smell of gunpowder in the air, and there were patterns made with bullets on the walls.

"Thank you." Les dropped his hands on his hips, calming his breath, and asked friendlyly, "Are you new here?"

"Yes."

Lestrade remained silent, with indescribable sympathy on his face.

Wu Zhen didn't know why.

Mrs. Hudson brought the brewed tea, saw Wu Zhen, smiled and said, "Dear, thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome."

Mrs. Hudson was very enthusiastic about Wu Zhen, and Sherlock sat on the sofa, put the bow on the strings, and pulled it.Lestrade picked up a piece of apple pie and fed it to his mouth.

"tasty."

"Of course," said Mrs. Hudson. "Sherlock, where's the food tray I sent last time?"

"I don't know, probably, in the refrigerator."

Mrs. Hudson reprimanded and got up to fetch dishes from the refrigerator.

Wu Zhen stood close to the refrigerator, so he opened it conveniently.There was air-conditioning in the refrigerator, and there were not many things in it, but there was one thing that stood out in the middle: a human head.

Wu Zhen: "..."

Mrs. Hudson froze when she saw Wu Zhen, walked to the refrigerator, and screamed randomly: "Sherlock!"

Sherlock changed to a cheerful tune: "Don't get excited, Mrs. Hudson, that's just my little experiment to test how long saliva freezes after death."

Mrs. Hudson was too angry to say anything.

Wu Zhen walked around the head on his own, took out the plate, and quickly closed the refrigerator.

She really didn't want to see the dead white floating eyes and wet protein hair.It made her feel worse than eating "Looking at the Stars" with a roll-eyed fish.

Sherlock's hand paused for a while, and there was a small break in the elegant rhythm.But it doesn't matter, no one in the room can tell the difference except him.

When Wu Zhen went downstairs, Mrs. Hudson weakly supported the back of the sofa.

When you go downstairs and turn a corner, you can see the door of 221c. Wu Pan is reading a newspaper when he sees a glass pot of black tea and cookies on the table.

Hearing her footsteps, Wu Pan raised his eyes and asked, "Are you bored?"

Wu Zhen slumped down on the sofa and sighed, "It's so boring."

Except for the "threat" of being banned from the head just now, which stimulated her nerves a little.

Wu Pan shook the newspaper, cleared his throat and said, "When I came back today, the phone booth with no one nearby kept ringing."

The phone booth kept ringing, which meant that someone was monitoring Wu Pan. There was a phone booth some distance away. That person had the ability to monitor and dial all the phone booths on the line that Wu Pan was on, and kept the phone booth empty.

That's interesting.

Wu Zhen straightened up.

"Then?"

Wu Pan heard the ringing of the phone booth, but he ignored it.He has a bit of unruly rebellion in his nature, and the constant ringing of the phone around him aroused his interest, but at the same time, it also aroused the slightly interesting resistance in his character.

Fine, are you spying on me where I can't see it?Remind me with phone ringtones?But you can only do this, I ignore the ringtone, let me see what you are going to do.

"I ignored it."

Wu Zhen fell down again, moving his body on the sofa, looking for a comfortable position.

"Peng" and "Peng" knocked on the door twice, and a unique, elegant and deep voice sounded.

"Miss Wu, please come out."

Wu Zhen walked out the door and half leaned against the wall.

"Is there a problem?"

Sherlock put his hands in his suit pockets and pursed his lower lip habitually.

"I want you to be my assistant."

"what?"

"The salary is good, and the only condition is that you need to be on call 24 hours a day." Sherlock finished quickly, and then waited for Wu Zhen's response.

Accept this position?

And the employer is a recognized danger.

If it was normal, she would never accept it.It's just that she's really bored recently, and her intuition tells her that the person in front of her is dangerous, not that he's a pure terrorist, just, dangerous...but she likes danger, even invisible.

So, why not?

She stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "My name is Zhen Wu, you can call me Zhen. I come from China and live at 221c Baker Street. Nice to meet you."

Sherlock smiled too, and it was obvious that he didn't smile often.Pushing the cheek muscles made the corners of the mouth rise, which seemed to accentuate the beauty of his smoky gray pupils.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes, from England, and I live at 221b Baker Street."