Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Going upstairs and entering the house, Sherlock stood outside the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of coffee and looked down. He took a sip of the coffee and said, "That's McCoff's car. Have you seen McCoff?"

"If Mycroft is your brother, I think so."

Sitting on the sofa, Wu Zhen still couldn't help asking: "What kind of brother would spy on the younger brother?"

"Oh——" Sherlock put the coffee on the messy table, "As expected, isn't he getting tired of this routine!"

Sherlock nestled in the sofa, put his legs up on the table: "What did he tell you?"

"Just want me to watch you."

"Have you received any money?"

"No. A minimum respect for privacy is required for employers."

"It's a pity. Will you have time later?" Before Wu Zhen could speak, Sherlock said, "If you don't have time, please stay here."

What an overbearing employer.

Wu Zhen: "...Is there something wrong?"

"A guest is coming, get ready."

"How do you prepare, you're a reserved guest?"

"Yes."

The first client of the first case in life.

Wu Zhen became a little excited, and squeezed his palms secretly, with a thin layer of sweat.

"May I know what kind of cases you handled before?"

"I don't want to disturb my thinking." Sherlock stared at the computer screen without raising his head, his face was covered by a bright white light, his pupils were a rare smoky gray with a little bit of transparent green, jade-like.Wu Zhen looked into his eyes and was slightly lost.

"I see."

Wu Zhen took a deep breath and said quickly.Some people really hate being disturbed when they are concentrating. Wu Zhen himself is such a person. When he was a child, he had a bad temper and roared at every turn. Wu Pan even criticized her by saying that she roared like a lion.Really annoying.

However, investigating the case, receiving the client, and suspenseful puzzles without knowing the details are waiting for her, and she gets excited just thinking about it.

This is really a lot of fun.

The client, what kind of person is he, or is she.A sad woman, an employer whose eyes are full of vengeance, will take out her exquisite lady's pen, and then shed tears and shoot the person who hurt her, bang bang bang bang, bleeding.

Ah ah ah ah ah......

Wu Zhen decided that she had to go along with her employer, this strange and strange neighbor.Wu Zhen almost inexplicably ignited a kind of confidence in Sherlock, which spread from Sherlock, similar to the confidence of Aiwujiwu:

It must not be an ordinary person who can come to Sherlock with such a unique temperament to handle a case.

With hands behind his back, Wu Zhen walked to the window with small steps, full of anticipation.

A woman in a simple black windbreaker appeared, with slightly curly chestnut hair exposed under the brim of the same color hat.She walked quickly to the vicinity of 221B, walking in a hurry and proudly.Due to the limited field of vision, Wu Zhen roughly deduced that this woman was walking towards the door of 221B.

【jingle--】

The downstairs doorbell rang, and Mrs. Hudson's voice rang downstairs: "Sherlock, there are guests. Just go upstairs." The last sentence was said to the woman in black outside the door.

The leather shoes pedaled on the wooden carpeted stairs, the collision between the two was dull, but the sound was very distinct.

The black-clothed woman that Wu Zhen saw downstairs just now came upstairs and stood at the door with the door half-closed, but because Sherlock closed his eyes and rested, and Wu Zhen lost his mind, neither of them looked at the door.The woman in black curled up her right hand, and knocked on the door with two "clicks" and "clicks".

Wu Zhen blinked and looked towards the door.

Under the brim of a black hat and long chestnut curly hair, there are a pair of quiet blue eyes, fair complexion, slightly brown freckles on the face, which are not obvious under the white makeup, and the outline has the unique toughness of Western women.Her beauty mainly comes from her temperament.

Wu Zhen: "Aunt Clarice?"

She raised her eyes to look at the two people in the room, and when she saw Wu Zhen, she unconsciously became pleasantly surprised.

"God, really, why are you here?"

"It's a long story."

Clarice looked surprised and delighted as the two opened their arms and hugged each other affectionately.She has been involved in some troubles recently. She is in a foreign land and has nowhere to rely on. Wu Zhen's appearance has reassured her.But at the same time, she can't let Moo Jin get involved in her own troubles, it's dangerous.

Clarice helped Wu Zhen straighten her temples, and worried: "How are you two doing in England? I haven't contacted your parents for a long time, and I don't know how they are doing."

Sherlock paled and coughed.

Wu Zhen said: "They are all fine, how about you, why did you come here?"

"It's a long story."

Clarice held Wu Zhen's hand, trying to find a place for the two of them to sit down together.The only couch in the room was occupied by Sherlock. He looked out of the window expressionlessly, with his chin propped on one hand, his wrists were as white as frost, and his eyes showed impatience.

He will never give up the sofa.

Clarice is very good at reading people's minds and seeing people in detail. Wu Zhen was influenced by her, and felt that the skill of being able to read people's minds really slipped away.

Sherlock interrupted their conversation very unceremoniously, and said, "Have you guys finished talking, can we get into the topic now." His tone was definitely not that of a friendly and pleasant British gentleman.

Under Sherlock's urgent hope, Clarice let go of Wu Zhen's hand, and the two stood on their sides.It looks like a stone statue to match.

Clarice looked at Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen smiled and said, "Please sit down."

Where are you sitting?There is a special area for Sherlock to handle the case. The sofa is moved away and faces the opposite wall. The sofa is Sherlock's exclusive seat. There is a wooden chair at the bottom of the wall, which has a narrow and dangerous feeling.

Clarice sat on the chair, and the large windbreaker just covered the chair. The sitting posture was very elegant and standard, as if she had specially practiced it.She took off the hat she was wearing.

"First of all, sir, I hope that everything that happened here will not be known. And this lady." She looked at Wu Zhen.With soft scrutiny in his eyes.Wu Zhen's eyes were stable, and there was no abnormal color.This reassured her that people would grow up eventually, and Wu Zhen was no longer the little girl she used to be.

"I don't know if you can be trusted."

A sneer appeared on Sherlock's pale face, he was used to clasping his hands together, resting on his slender legs, pursing his lips: "I promise."

Wu Zhen knew that she was worried, and even didn't trust the people here—specifically referring to Sherlock, and said: "I guarantee that nothing said here will be spread."

But what is the use of such verbal guarantees, Wu Zhen really didn't know.

Or does she want more than words?Sherlock also doesn't look like someone who will take threats well.

Clarice looked relieved, and said friendly: "Thank you very much for your cooperation, just call me Clarice."

Wu Zhen: "Clarice, you use words like a policeman." She called Clarice by her first name, and Clarice told her that it seemed intimate in her culture.

This is a joking sentence, and the scene is very quiet for a while.

Wu Zhen's senses are so keen, years of training made her almost reflexively feel inappropriate.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No." Sherlock said with a smile, "You're very close, but more subtle."

Sherlock's tone seemed to be watching the excitement.

Wu Zhen guessed: "Could it be...a secret agent?"

Wu Zhen's smile is a little stiff, isn't it?ah?No way?Clarice, who has been with her for many years, turned out to be an agent?Shouldn't she have believed Sherlock's words?

"Yes. Why did you guess it so quickly." Sherlock wondered.

"Mr. Sherlock, do I look like a fool?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but leaned on the sofa.

"...Hey, you made it clear." Wu Zhen felt that the veins on his forehead were popping a bit. The news came too suddenly, and Sherlock didn't seem to be lying. He was saying something. Fait accompli, which is even more anxious.

"Stupid goldfish," Sherlock murmured, speaking rapidly.

But Wu Zhen heard it clearly.

That's right, her eyesight is not good, she can't see things clearly, she seems to have fallen from a very high place when she was young, and hurt her head and eyes, but her ears and hearing are extremely good.

From childhood to adulthood, no one who has met her will say that this child looks smart, and, in terms of IQ and learning ability, she has almost never lost, except for a few people. Besides, almost never lose.

That fall did not break her, but seemed to open a new door in her life.

Sherlock's behavior and words are a challenge to her.

As a top student, can this be tolerated?

Well, I can bear it.

After all, the other party may have already surpassed the scope of a master, and has calmly stepped into another super god realm.