Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Everyone boarded the helicopter one by one, their sleeves fluttered violently and their hair fluttered in the wind.The humming was deafening.

Dylan was smart, looked at the situation, and sneaked away before the helicopter landed in lightning speed. They turned a blind eye, no one cared about him, and the most important thing was Moriarty. , Dylan was abandoned by him without hesitation, which shows that he has not come into contact with Moriarty's core forces.

Everyone was in place, the plane rose to mid-air, and Sherlock pressed the remote control.

boom--

The sound of the bomb seemed to be covered by extremely thick kraft paper and made a great muffled sound.The collapse started from the ground. Layers of bricks and dust fell down. Before they could be seen clearly, huge black smoke rose up, covering the entire collapsed ruins.

bang-bang-bang-bang-

A big explosion caused a small explosion, and a few strands of fire rushed out of the huge black smoke cloud, like a state of lava in a crater.Goes out quickly.

The updraft generated by the impact caused the helicopter, which flew relatively far, to bump a few times.

The helicopter pilot calmly said, "Sit still."

The mechanical sound of the propeller rotating at extremely high speed is powerful enough to travel in the air at a faster speed than before.

Before arriving in the UK, they landed for a short resupply, walked for a while, and changed to a special plane.

As soon as he landed, his front foot had just reached the downstairs of 221B. Wu Zhen was sore and exhausted from the flight. He yawned and pushed open the door. Wu Pan was sitting on the sofa with his computer resting on his lap, typing papers. .Seeing her push the door, she looked up and said, "Oh, I'm back, I wanted you to bring me a cup of coffee, why can't I get through the phone?"

Wu Zhen yawned and choked in her throat, and stood at the door for a while, maintaining the posture of pushing the door. In her mind, she had already derived countless moves to beat Wu Pan, and her brain cells were extremely active due to physical exhaustion.

What he meant was that she had rolled between life and death, and he didn't notice it at all?

It's just... no, it's just heartless and heartless!

Wu Pan didn't listen to her speech for a long time, and said "um", and looked up at her.

Wu Zhen let go of the doorknob, opened the door with tired steps, and plunged into the soft bed.

Wu Pan felt that something was wrong, put down the computer and papers, got up to look at her, grabbed her door frame and stuck it on the wall next to the door frame, flirting: "Sister, sister, my mother always kicked my sister in the stomach when my mother was pregnant. What's wrong with you?"

Wu Zhen buried her face in the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Is it not swollen? Close the door, I want to be quiet."

"Oh."

Wu Pan closed the door, sat on the sofa and picked up the computer. After typing two words, he decided to ask Sherlock—nothing else, he just intuitively felt that this matter had something to do with Sherlock.

On the stairs of 221B, Sherlock never closed the door, he just pushed it lightly and went in.

Sherlock wasn't awake either, and was fast asleep on his stomach on the sofa, his back turned up, his arms slid off the sofa and the backs of his hands rested on the ground.Sleeping posture and witch really come from the same door.Really exhausted.Didn't even have time to turn it over.

Sometimes Wu Pan stayed up all night writing papers and doing experiments, and the same thing happened when he slept, no matter what he got down on the ground, he just slept.

It was as if he had missed the opportunity, and he closed the door softly unwillingly.I went downstairs to find Mrs. Hudson, but Mrs. Hudson was not there. She went out to buy groceries at this point, and chatted with the old lady she was close to on the way. She would not be back within three hours.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and went into the room to continue writing his thesis. His astronomy professor was on a business trip recently, fearing that they would slack off, he assigned them a lot of papers to write.

Today is literally dying.

he thinks.

Wu Zhen slept for eight hours, and it was already dark when he woke up.Rubbing her eyes, she turned on the bedside lamp, the light dazzled her eyes, and hummed, she raised her hand to cover her eyes, her body was so heavy that she wanted to rebel.

Her stomach was growling, and just as a smell of food wafted into her nose, she struggled to get out of bed.Pushing open the door, it was brightly lit. Blindfolded, she sat on the sofa with a sense of familiarity. After a while, she touched the door.

Mrs. Hudson passed the corridor with roasted chicken legs, and greeted her enthusiastically: "Really, you are awake, come and eat."

Come and eat, what a beautiful word.

Wu Zhen smiled and went into the dining room with Mrs. Hudson. Wu Pan was also there, and he ate with a dull head.

Wu Zhen sat down to eat, mashed potatoes, green beans, chicken drumsticks wrapped in tin foil, and gravy.

While eating, Wu Pan swallowed a mouthful of mashed potatoes and said, "How is your promotion test?"

Wu Zhen took a bite of the chicken leg, thinking that she was done for this time, she forgot all about it, damn Moriarty, well, now she has another reason to hate him.

"Is today NO.14?"

"Yes."

Wu Zhen frowned: "Time flies so fast."

She hurriedly finished the food, sat at the desk, took out the books and started studying.Time flies.

......

Early the next morning, Malloy came to the door of 221B with the camera on his shoulders, and knocked on the door of 221B with the brass door catch that Sherlock intentionally placed crookedly.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door, and Malloy gave a sunny and friendly smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson, I'm a reporter. You can call me Malloy."

"Oh, Malloy, what's the matter with you knocking on the door so early in the morning?"

"I'm here to interview Sherlock Holmes by appointment." Malloy smiled happily, showing eight shiny teeth.And other reporters who surrounded Sherlock like a swarm of swarms, he was justifiably able to enter the room.

"I'll call him, you wait first." Mrs. Hudson reminded the young man in front of her friendly: "Sherlock doesn't like people disturbing him when he is working, and he will have a bad temper."

Malloy's investigation of Sherlock was not a day or two, and he was confident that he knew enough about some of Sherlock's habits.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. I have heard of the great detective's eccentricity."

"That's good."

Not long after Mrs. Hudson went upstairs, a vague conversation came from upstairs: "Let him in."

Malloy's mouth curled into a smile and he waited until Mrs. Hudson came downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson said to him, "Come in, boy. I'll bake you some cookies."

Malloy just entered the door and went upstairs.

Sherlock had a computer by his hand, searching for something, saw him come in, and closed the computer.Malloy sat down, set up the camera, and adjusted the angle to face Sherlock who was sitting in the middle of the sofa.

"Shut up, it's fine."

Sherlock said calmly: "Ask if you have anything."

Malloy took out two sheets of paper, each with densely printed front and back questions.Sherlock stared at the two sheets of paper he was holding, his temples throbbing.

Malloy coughed to clear his voice.

"Then, may I ask..."

Sherlock interrupted him: "Why don't you get to know me from the people around me first."

"I just think......"

"This is more comprehensive. As far as I know, almost all newspapers publish the same writing format. The above-mentioned award-winning articles are all surprising and unique in thinking."

Malloy pondered: "You're right. Let me start with the people around you. But don't forget, you promised to be interviewed by me."

Sherlock gave him a firm look: "I will do what I say."

......

Mrs. Hudson is best found, in the kitchen, with an apron tied around her waist, making cookies.

Malloy pointed the camera at her and asked, "Excuse me, as the landlord of Sherlock Holmes, you should have had more contact with him and understand his habits better?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs. Hudson.

"So, does he have any hobbies?"

Facing the camera, Mrs. Hudson was a little uncomfortable, kneading the light yellow dough under her hands: "Oh, he likes to do some human experiments, and he always makes a mess of the house. I have reminded him many times , but he never changed it, and shot the wall into a mess, you know the renovation fee is a lot of money..."

Malloy interrupted Mrs. Hudson's ramblings.

"Anything else?"

"Sherlock likes desserts, I mean, he likes me to bake him some desserts, and I eat them every time." She turned her head and whispered: "Although it may be to keep me from nagging in front of him, I I know he dislikes me, but I can't help it when I'm old...he doesn't say it but I know it."

"So, Mrs. Hudson, what else do you do besides being Sherlock's landlord?"

"Uh..." Mrs. Hudson thought of her previous series of resumes, and it seemed that she couldn't speak out in front of others.She said to the camera with a firm and confident attitude of a woman who has experienced many things and passed through vicissitudes of life.

"I'm just a landlady."

......

Wu Pan was sitting on the sofa in 221C, with dark circles under his eyes, and he was typing on the keyboard with his fingers.

Facing the camera, he showed no expression.

Malloy's camera turned to his computer screen, and Wu Pan quickly pushed his camera away with his hand, saying, "No, no, no, you can't watch it, it's classified."

"You have lived in 221C for so long, as a neighbor of Sherlock Holmes who lives in 221B, how do you feel?"

"You mean, the detective who fired the gun for nothing? No idea."

"It seems that in your eyes, he is not a good neighbor?"

"A good neighbor won't just take the neighbor's sister by the hand and wander around dangerous places."

Wu Pan thought for a while, snapped his fingers, and signaled Malloy to come forward with a treacherous expression.

"You go to interview my sister, she knows a lot, tell me about it by the way."

With a little effort, you can also get a good impression.Malloy decided to put a long line to catch big fish, and for this kind of people around Sherlock, he would win them over if he could.

"No problem at all."

......

Malloy: "The camera is on."

Wu Zhen also has dark circles under her eyes. Standing together with Wu Pan, she looks like a pair of thinner national treasure pandas.

"what do you wish to ask?"

"About your boyfriend..."

Wu Zhen had no choice but to interrupt him politely: "Sir, do you know how you feel after being kidnapped and suddenly learning about the promotion exam three days later? The most important thing is that all my sanity is in the (beep——) manor I was scared and flew away. Now I can't calm down at all."

Wu Zhen scratched down the hair from the top of his head, grabbed more than a dozen strands of hair, and kept silent with dark circles under his eyes.

Malloy was a person who had experienced the devil's surprise attack before the exam, and he could move Wu Zhen's mood very much. He pursed his lips and had to give up temporarily unwillingly.

"Then, we will make an appointment for an interview after you finish the exam?"

Wu Zhen showed a thankful smile for understanding: "Okay."

The author has something to say: My goal is: insist on writing the entire book!