Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Malloy goes up the stairs of 221B, wanting to continue interviewing Sherlock.When I got to the door of the room, I saw that the door was closed tightly, and there were two people standing on the stairs.A woman in a black suit is pressing her mobile phone, with her head bowed and concentrating, and a strong bodyguard in a black suit stands beside her.

He didn't speak yet, just stood there.

Miss Blackberry said, "Sir, you can't go in."

Malloy said, "I'm going in to get Shy Locke."

Miss Bramble didn't look up at him.

"There are important people inside, you can't go in."

"If I insist on going in, what will you do to me?"

The bodyguard moved, and just made a gesture of drawing a gun.Malloy quickly said: "Hey! Hey! I don't want to go in." Although he won't die from a shot, he will definitely hurt, why bother with that!

He intended to wait on the stairs, because the stairs were narrow, and secondly, to bother the two of them, and he went downstairs to find Mrs. Hudson in the kitchenette.

Mrs. Hudson was taking the cookies out of the oven. The aroma was overflowing, and a thin white gas rose from the cookies. Mrs. Hudson took a fine-mesh sieve and sifted dark chocolate powder over the cookies.

"Tell me, say it tastes better this way, this chocolate powder is bittersweet. Oh wait, my water is boiling."

Mrs. Hudson turned off the stove eagerly. The water in the flat kettle boiled, and the water gushed out of the spout and landed on the scalding kettle.

Mrs. Hudson brought Malloy a portion of cookies and made tea.Then serve dessert to Sherlock.

Miss Blackberry politely granted Mrs. Hudson permission.

Sherlock stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with half of his body hidden behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Mycroft sat on the sofa with an arrogant face, raised his chin, and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa.Mrs. Hudson knew that he didn't usually have this expression, unless she was angry with Sherlock.

"I made tea, you drink slowly."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." McCoff nodded.

Mrs. Hudson put her hands in front of her belly hesitantly, rubbing her wrinkled fingers secretly, and said in a slightly worried tone: "Sherlock, the relationship between you should be gentler, you are brothers."

"Mrs. Hudson, maybe I'm not the one you're calling, are you, Mycroft?"

"My naughty brother is really causing you trouble, Mrs. Hudson." Mycroft said gracefully, gaining enough favor from Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson's relief was palpable and palpable.

"As expected of my elder brother, the elder is always more mature between the two of you. I'm going out, you guys speak slowly and gently."

Mrs. Hudson left the room with small steps.

The door closed.

Mycroft said bluntly: "Mrs. Hudson always has a bright eye."

"You mean, you admit that she said you were always too lonely?"

"This is two different things. Sherlock, I am very disappointed that you acted alone this time. You actually relied on the strength of others."

"People always need helpers. I have developed my own social circle, a fine and dense network, which can make me go far. Mycroft, what do you have?"

"I have mine too, and it's more... high-end than yours."

"Who are they to you?"

"The social circle...my partner."

"Lifetime?" Sherlock sighed, "It must be a short-term interest relationship?"

"Interest relationship is the strongest emotional connection in the world."

"Mycroft, is there anyone you can trust completely?"

"Sherlock."

"Ok?"

"Do you think if I can't even fully trust you, then who would I care about? They are all just a group of ignorant goldfish. If I entrust everything, there will be too many variables and too many untrustworthy, trust? Nonsense."

Sherlock pursed his lips, not choking him.

Mycroft looked up at him.

"Today's conversation can stop here."

Before leaving, Mycroft said: "I also hope that your lifelong partner can really be with you for life. Don't forget what I said before."

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"Leave now?" Mrs. Hudson watched McCoff go out.

Malloy lowered his head to eat the cookie, quietly raised his eyes to watch Mycroft leave, and the door lock clicked.He asked, "Who is he?"

Mrs. Hudson held her forehead and said, "Son, you'd better not know who he is, and don't interview him, or you'll be in big trouble."

How could Malloy give up willingly.

"for example?"

"For example, in your computer's hard drive, some 'things' that are enough to sentence you to death or life imprisonment will suddenly be found."

Wu Zhen was tired of writing questions, so he ran out to look for food. The cookies were still warm, and the aroma was deadly.

"Dark Chocolate Dust Cookies, love them."

Mrs. Hudson poured her a cup of tea, fearing she would choke. "It's a little hot."

Wu Zhen felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he picked it up to drink.The hot tea mixed with the slightly bitter chocolate cookies burned down the throat and fell into the stomach.

Wu Zhen let out a long breath, feeling very comfortable and satisfied.Soothed mentally and physically.

Mrs. Hudson said to Malloy: "They both like to eat the cookies I make." It is not meant to show off, but a little proud.

Malloy smiled and nodded.

He cleared his throat. "Can we interview again? I see you have some free time now."

"Okay."

Wu Zhen patted off the cookie residue from his hand.Clear the table.

"Start shooting."

The camera adjusts to Wu Zhen's face.

Malloy asked (voice-over): "What is your relationship to Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"Girlfriends."

"Oh, that's very lucky." Malloy pretended to marvel.

"When did you start?"

"A few months ago." Wu Zhen said this answer with some hesitation. She really couldn't remember the exact time, and she was afraid that Sherlock would be angry, so she could only answer vaguely like this.

"Is there an exact time?" Malloy chased after him: "What month and date? Who confessed first? What was the situation at that time?"

"This is a personal matter, next one."

"Uh," said Malloy, "were you involved in Mr. Holmes' case?"

"Yes. Some people often come to him to handle cases. This is business confidentiality. Even if you want to change your name, you must get the permission of the person concerned. Please forgive me. Next question?"

Malloy knew that the person who was looking for them to handle the case was probably not easy to mess with, so he explicitly stopped the topic.

"Miss Zhen Wu, you are of foreign descent, do you plan to return to China? Or plan to live in the UK for a long time?"

Wu Zhen was stunned for a moment.

This question had been ignored by her for a long time, but it came so suddenly that it gave her a blow in the face

She has a family and is not in the UK. After finishing her studies, she will always return to China, which was decided before going abroad.Her roots are there, there is no way to change, so she...

Not really sure.

Go back, or stay?

Moreover, there are so many delicious ones, such as Xiaolongbao, spring rolls, Dongpo meat, hot pot sauce, elbow, beggar chicken feather, Beijing roast duck, duck, Yuanbao chicken, Fuling pickled mustard, shredded rabbit, light shadow beef, Poria rose, Huizhou stinky tofu, fried hairy tofu, oil tea, dried cheese, and barley noodles. Hot dry noodles with mutton soup, braised rabbit head, water fried bun meat, grilled hericium erinaceus, white meat, blood sausage, stone pot bibimbap, Demoli stewed fish and donkey, rolled in a bag, roasted Jingdong meat pie, mustard pie, butter fried cake, butterfly crispy yellow cake, oil tea, fried liver and yam cake ... How can she let it go!

"Cut this question, next question."

"No!" Malloy dismissed her: "What a hit!"

"Pinch off."

"No!"

knock knock.

There was a knock at the door and Mrs. Hudson answered it, while the two of them were still arguing about it in the kitchenette.

The woman in a loose knit sweater outside the door smiled slightly.

"Hello. I'm Sophie, and I'm here to deal with Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, hello, please come in. Sherlock is up there, and I'll ask for you."

Sophie followed Mrs. Hudson all the way.

Small kitchen.

"You refused to answer so many of my questions before, this must be answered."

"Do you know what is required? My right to privacy."

Sophie was surprised why Malloy appeared in the small kitchen downstairs in 221B.

"Why are you here?"

Malloy showed his press credentials.

"I'm a reporter, and Sherlock is my interviewee. It's all a matter of course. Why are you here?"

Sophie raised her eyebrows not to be outdone.

"I am a customer, here to entrust Sherlock to handle the case. We have already reached a consensus before leaving the UK."

Malloy remembered that there was such a thing, and he was there at the time.

Taking advantage of their tit-for-tat confrontation, Wu Zhen quickly picked up the cookies Mrs. Hudson had prepared for her, and carried the teapot back to her room to review.

Mrs. Hudson went downstairs and said, "Miss Sophie, you can go up."

Seeing Wu Zhen close the door, Sophie held her head up, smiled, and said, "Now, I'm going upstairs. As for you, continue to enjoy the cookies."

Malloy held the teacup, touching the rim to his lips, and drank it slowly and thoughtfully.

Sophie's blood also seems very sweet...I want to drink it.

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