Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Clarice smiled wryly and said, "I'm sorry."

Wu Zhen: "Maybe it's too early to say this, in my opinion, you have not deceived me."

Clarice smiled gratifiedly, picked up the bag and left.

Just like when she came, Wu Zhen noticed the time on the clock on the wall. It was less than 3 minutes before Clarice's iced coffee cup had no drops of water on it.

Aunt Clarice, the occupational disease must be corrected.

Every time I speak, I can't talk for too long, and reminiscing about the past is as noisy as a joint.

Wu Zhen finished the two cups of coffee slowly, got up and went back to the room.

Sitting in front of the desk, he didn't intend to open the USB flash drive to read it. After thinking for a while, he decided to put the USB flash drive in the drawer, and wait for Wu Pan to come back and watch it together. This is more courageous.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs again, and the rhythm of the footsteps belonged to Sherlock.

Wu Zhen pushed open the door and went out, looking up the stairs.

An uncle with a beard was holding the stairs and looking down at her.

Wu Zhen: "Who are you?"

"Your employer." Sherlock tore off his beard, revealing his clean chin.

"Excuse me, are you in disguise?"

"Ah."

"The fun is so unique." She would not choose such a sloppy look, everyone should have a love for beauty.

"No, it's for the case."

Wu Zhen gave a look that I understand you, and retreated to the room and closed the door.

Looking at the closed door, Sherlock felt the need to explain, after all, he would be his assistant under the same roof in the future, so unnecessary trouble and misunderstanding would be saved.

He stood for a while, but still chose to turn around and go back to the room.

It was too light a matter to explain that he had more interesting and important things to do.

The sun was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, as if three 220V bulbs were shining on their eyes at the same time.There is a triangular object in the light, which flashes past, is hidden in the light, and cannot be seen clearly, and then flashes again, and there is a very faint shadow in the light.

Wu Zhen tried hard to see the triangular thing clearly, it became more and more clear, it was too clear, giant stones were piled up, the yellow sand was finely grained on it, small bugs crawled over it, and there was a shallow sand mark.She could only see one or two rocks as far as she could see, and she seemed to be in a state of very low vision.

As soon as she turned around, her field of vision expanded. She was standing on a high place, with a clear sky above, no clouds and no shadows, and people below as small as ladybugs, all dressed in distinct colors, with bright veils embroidered with gold trim.

No, no, no, I can't read any more.

Wu Zhen struggled, screamed, and kept trying to open his eyelids.Suddenly my heart sank, and I opened my eyes again, my eyes blurred, and I saw the darkness in front of me clearly, this darkness was familiar.

It's her bedroom.

She is in her bedroom.

Wu Zhen took a deep breath, the cold air poured into his lungs, and he became more awake.

"Huh...huh, ha." Wu Zhen propped herself up and sat up, her hair as thick as the night covered most of her body, the air conditioner in the bedroom was fully turned on, and the cold air penetrated into the body from the pores.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and after two beeps, Wu Pan's slightly hoarse voice came from outside the door, obviously awakened by her, and got up to ask about the situation.

"Are you okay?"

"fine."

It's strange that the sound exit is actually normal.

"Okay, tell brother about having a nightmare."

"it is good."

"There's no sound outside the door."

The corner of Wu Zhen's eyes flickered, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the darkness, Wu Zhen quickly turned on the night light, everything in the room could be seen clearly, the shadow disappeared, and the texture on the patterned wallpaper was clear, it looked like it was in ancient times The mural of the villain, the figure pupil pupil.

Wu Zhen slowly buried his face in his palm.After a long time, she lay down, pulled the quilt, and went to sleep.

In the early morning, the birds chirping outside the window, and the syllables are in a mess.

With dark circles under her eyes, Wu Zhen got up to wash up.

Looking at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth, there are obvious dark circles under the eyes, black waist-length hair is loose, and gloomy eyes, looking like a witch.Mouth full of white foam.

The door of Wu Pan's bedroom was still closed, and she hadn't gotten up yet.

"Bang!" There was a gunshot upstairs.

Wu Zhen glanced upstairs blankly, of course he could only see the wall.After rinsing off the foam in his mouth, Wu Zhen covered his entire face with a wet towel and scrubbed.

There was another shot from upstairs, and so did Mrs. Hudson's complaints.This time the gunshots were extremely loud, probably Sherlock forgot to install the gun.

Wu Zhen rubbed her eyes and went upstairs. The room door of 221B was exactly the opposite of Sherlock's bedroom door, and it was usually not locked.No one is allowed to enter the bedroom, Sherlock explained this to Wu Zhen.To Wu Zhen, this reminder is like another fruit on the fruit tree, because there are too many fruits, it is really not worth paying attention to.

Of course, it is still necessary to respect the privacy of employers.

The door was ajar, but Wu Zhen pushed it lightly and it opened.

As soon as the door was opened, just in time for the gunshot, Wu Zhen almost had no time to cover his ears.Afterwards, I was stunned for a while, and belatedly patted my ears, feeling a little deaf.

"I'm going to file for work-related compensation."

Sherlock glanced at her, stepped forward and took away her hand covering her ears, and looked at her ears seriously, Wu Zhen didn't know if he saw anything.

"That's right."

"You are really easy to talk." After getting approval, Wu Zhen was not very happy: "Is there something wrong with my ears?"

"No."

"Then why did you approve?"

Sherlock paused, and said in a very low voice very quickly: "I think you will need work-related compensation."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

The traces of the bullets were on the dark red-patterned gold wallpaper near the door. The ballistic trajectory passed by the door, and the bullets passed by Wu Zhen, with only a distance of more than ten centimeters.Wu Zhen took a look, but didn't think there was anything, so he went to sit on the sofa.

"Why did you shoot so early in the morning?"

"Morning exercise." Sherlock stretched refreshedly, very relaxed.

Wu Zhen still felt uncomfortable in his ears, a little buzzing, so he stretched out his hand to pat it.

"No big problem, it will be fine in a while."

Sherlock took out a black wallet from his suit pocket, threw it to Wu Zhen with a very beautiful arc.Wu Zhen quickly caught it and found it was a wallet.

Sherlock said, "I'll keep it for you."

What are you doing?Wu Zhen didn't know why.

"Go shopping for me, write the address and what you need on a piece of paper." Sherlock said, "Well, please."

Wu Zhen opened the wallet, and there was a stack of euros in it, a few passports, and a piece of paper between them.

"The password is written on the back of the □□."

Wu Zhen: "Is it appropriate for you to hand over the money to a stranger? Or is this just a test?"

Sherlock: "Why, shouldn't I trust you?"

It was hard for her to say that.

"Yes, of course you can trust."

Pull out the blank paper, the address and things written on it, and even the time to arrive at the address.Fortunately, there are not many things to buy.

"Going right now?"

"Yes, go now."

Wu Zhen turned and went out, Sherlock called her to stop, pursed his lips, and looked out the window with his smoky eyes, feeling a little embarrassed: "Bon voyage."

Wu Zhen smiled and said, "I'd like to borrow your good words." She turned around and went out.

The door of the room was closed, and Sherlock stared out the window thoughtfully.In about 1 minute, Wu Zhen went out from 221B and gradually drifted away on the street.She glanced back, and Sherlock was just beside the French window, a dark and vague slender figure.He waved.

What a weird guy, but a lot of fun.Wu Zhen walked according to the address on the address, it was a bit far away, there were not so many taxis in the early morning, and after walking for a while, he stopped an empty taxi.

Sherlock is a strange person, but Wu Zhen felt a faint sense of peace of mind.She has long realized that there is always a transparent and insurmountable gap with the normal world. Her thinking does not belong to the scope of ordinary normal people. She will not live a normal, ordinary, boring life. She yearns for danger and death , just around the corner, so different.Sherlock was her kind.

It's just that one is covered with human skin, and the other is completely naked.

Sherlock probably noticed it too, so he looked for her.

There were a few people walking sparsely on the street. The note Sherlock gave not only contained an address, but also indicated the arrival time at a coffee shop. Wu Zhen seemed to understand something.

Things were sold too scatteredly, Wu Zhen passed by a flower shop with a black iron hollowed-out flower shop logo, the name of the shop was familiar, and he opened the note to see that there was indeed one.

Sherlock only indicated to buy a bouquet of flowers, but didn't explain why, and the phone couldn't get through, so Wu Zhen made up his own mind.

Holding a bouquet of roses in the hands of the florist lady.

The most passionate, the most loving, the most acclaimed, the most everywhere is the rose.

This is the least error-prone flower.

The proprietress of the flower shop has a chubby figure and loves to laugh. It is rare to see a foreigner with such completely black hair here. She looked at Wu Zhen with enthusiasm and curiosity.