Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

A figure stood by the Thames River, the newborn sun coated the Thames with a layer of pale gold, and the foamy river water hit his leather shoes in waves, poured into them, and washed away from the gravel-covered river bank Going down, he held a crumpled white paper soaked in sweat in his hand.Raising the hand holding the white paper, tremblingly stuffed the white paper into his mouth to chew and swallow.

It was uncomfortable to stuff a ball of wet paper in his esophagus, he swallowed again with a stiff neck, showing a weird smile.

He took off his shoes, raised his feet in white socks, and walked step by step towards the deep blue and darkness of the Thames.

God bless him.

God bless him.

God bless him.

He is about to meet God.

gurgling...

......

The blue and red lights of the police car downstairs in 221B flashed. Sherlock turned over a page of the violin score and continued to play the violin, and the melodious sound of the piano played.Sherlock closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly towards the violin, very satisfied and relaxed.

Lestrade's coat was in his hands, his shirt was wet and dry, and he stretched out his hand to brush his messy hair out of breath.

"Sherlock, you have to let me borrow your bathroom."

Sherlock still played the violin with his eyes closed.

"No."

"Then I'll borrow the bathroom downstairs." Lestrade turned to leave.

Sherlock's apartment is closer to the place where the accident happened than his apartment. He thought he could borrow the bathroom, and at the same time, he also thought that Sherlock would refuse 90.00% of the time. Mrs. Hudson was very kind, but it was a women's bathroom after all, but Mrs. Hudson is over fifty years old, and there is no big problem with borrowing.

Therefore, Lestrade turned around and left very resolutely, even with a sense of unpredictability.

The bathroom downstairs has been shared since the brothers and sisters Wuzhen and Wupan moved in. Wupan is often not in 221C, and only Mrs. Hudson and Wuzhen regularly use and clean that bathroom.

And Lestrade wanted to borrow it?

Sherlock sneered and said, "Don't you dare."

Lestrade leaned on the door frame with one hand, and felt that it was necessary for him to negotiate with Sherlock. In the warm and cold season, letting him be covered with wet clothes instead of using a warm bathroom to bathe him was extremely unreasonable. Inhuman.

Sherlock put down the violin and let the wind outside the window rattle the violin notation.

"There's vodka on the fireplace."

Drinking can warm the body, which is the common sense of the British.

Lestrade couldn't stop looking at the half-filled wine bottle on the fireplace, but he still refused righteously. As a public official, he never drank while on duty.

"No, no need."

"Tell me, what good news have you brought me?"

Sherlock sat on the sofa, feeling relaxed, even full of joy.

"good news?"

"You are soaked through your trousers, and there are silt and gravel marks on the knees of your trousers. It is obvious that you fell by the river. And the soles of your shoes are stained with mud and gravel unique to the banks of the Thames River. When you stepped into the room of 221B, they all rubbed against the carpet. Go up. Wu Zhen knew that she would definitely collapse. It took her a long time to wash and dry this carpet yesterday. I borrowed a bathroom to borrow 221B and was in a hurry. This case must be very important, and you even want to take the bath Scheduled on the same timeline as Find Me. And."

Sherlock finished all the clues in one breath, and then let himself off the hook very comfortably, waiting for Lestrade to worry.

Lestrade is familiar with Sherlock's character, and usually the words that stop at this point are not shocking.He had some headaches and couldn't tell whether it was a cold or Sherlock's.

"Hurry up." Lestrade said helplessly.

"And you didn't notice a few short brown hairs on the mud on your knees and on the soles of your shoes, like human hair. You fell next to the corpse, oh, what a pity."

Lestrade rubbed the soles of his shoes on the carpet in an instant, picked up a towel on the sofa and yanked the muddy part of his trousers. He often comes into contact with corpses, but it doesn't mean that he will have no reaction when some human tissue touches him. , This pair of trousers is still newly bought, he shouldn't be wearing the trousers he handles the case, although the price is not expensive.

Lestrade folded the towel and put it back in place.

Sherlock watched everything happen and said silently: "It's going to be crazy."

She hates human tissue, to be precise, she hates scattered slightly rotten or completely rotten human tissue in the house, and she reacts very strongly in this regard, but I don't see her expressing any dissatisfaction with Mr. Skull. Wipe it.

"No, she won't." In Lestrade's impression, Wu Zhen has always been an elegant and polite woman, who would never yell like a shrew.

"Have you ever heard of repressed madness?"

"Uh, shut up." Lestrade coughed, "It's fine if you don't tell her."

"It's smarter than you think. She just doesn't say anything occasionally, which is like some kind of insidious silence." Sherlock laughed lowly when he thought of a certain scene.

"Is it really okay to say that your girlfriend is good?" Lestrade touched his nose, raised his neck and sneezed.

He really had a cold, and it was Sherlock's fault.

"Really?" asked Lestrade.

If Wu Zhen was there, he could at least get a warm and dry bath towel and a cup of hot water.

"Inside the supermarket." Sherlock answered quickly, then put his hands together and said seriously. "Now, let's get down to business, what kind of news did you bring me?"

......

Wu Zhen pushed the trolley and picked out products in a bright and non-glare environment. The wheels of the cart rattled and rattled on the small square floor tiles, which did not affect her good mood.

Pushing the trolley to turn the corner, Wu Zhen clutched his chest.

The beverage area is neatly arranged according to the color and type, and the height is the same, which is harmonious and infinite at a glance.

what......

How should I put it, this feeling is really, so comfortable.

It's similar to wearing short sleeves on hips in hot summer, drinking a bottle of iced Coke under the scorching sun, and exhaling with a "ha".Or wake up in the comfort of the quilt in the morning, find that today is rest, lie down and sleep lazily.

A man turned the corner from the opposite side of the beverage area, pushing a trolley.Obviously, Wu Zhen was the first thing he noticed, instead of letting Wu Zhen lament that there are also neat shelves of almighty aunts in British supermarkets.

"Hi!" Dylan walked up to Wu Zhen pushing the trolley, and greeted her with bright eyes: "What a coincidence!"

"What a coincidence."

What Wu Zhen was quite concerned about was that Dylan was wearing a short sleeve with a wolf's head printed on it, maybe it wasn't a wolf or a husky, because no wolf would stick out its tongue to be cute, even though its eyes were so serious.

Where did you buy this short sleeve?