[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Carol was startled by Sherlock's sudden behavior, she froze for a few seconds, saw Sherlock's smile, and realized that it was his excuse.

Carol looked at Sherlock very cooperatively, then turned to look at the woman, "Hello."

"Hello, my name is Amy." The woman smiled kindly when she saw that the couple was not only handsome, but also behaved elegantly, "My home is right there."

Amy pointed to a small house not far away, seeming to be laughing at herself, "It may be a little shabby, you know, life is always difficult."

"We have always been used to long-distance travel and can adapt to any environment." Sherlock whispered.

They followed Amy to where she lived.Along the way, these two people have continued to maintain the "love" of the "husband and wife" and move forward hand in hand.

As soon as they got to the door of the house, a little boy ran out and almost bumped into Carol.Sherlock pulled her gently to the side and escaped.

"My little son is so naughty." Amy turned around and smiled sheepishly, noticing that Sherlock's hand was still holding Carol's arm tightly.

"My lady is easily frightened," Sherlock explained.

"You are such an excellent husband." Amy said with emotion as she continued to walk in, "The relationship between your husband and wife is really good."

The door of this room was slightly low, and Sherlock could only bend down and walk in, and by the way, he held the door frame on top with his hand to prevent the stupid Carol from knocking her head.

"Thank you." An inaudible sentence came from Carol's mouth.

"You have to be very good at your appearance." Sherlock lowered his head and said next to Carol's ear, and the hot breath he exhaled patted her ear, and a wave of heat rose.Sherlock noticed her ears were red, and a chuckle escaped from his throat.

Carol felt her face was hot, and in order to hide her embarrassment, she could only look around, pretending to observe the environment of this room.

Amy had already walked into the kitchen, her voice was loud and clear, "Go up the stairs and turn left, the empty room at the end is for you!"

wait?Carol realized that something was wrong. What was that empty room?Amy mean there is only one room?Where does Sherlock sleep?

Carol turned to look at Sherlock with a puzzled face, but heard Amy's voice again, "There is only one vacant room at home. My eldest son has gone away and will be back in a few days."

Carol still wanted to ask a question, but was pulled away by Sherlock. Sherlock responded politely, "Thank you."

Carol was dragged up the stairs by Sherlock, and the dilapidated stairs were babbling.

When she followed Sherlock up the stairs, Carol was still confused, "There is only one room and women are given priority, so where do you sleep, Sherlock?"

Sherlock glanced at Carol, "I'm sorry, that room was used by Amy to entertain the Stranges. I'll take this room. Of course, you can choose to find someone to stay in another place."

Carol: ...

Sherlock's smile looked so fake, Carol wanted to expose him for what he really was.However, she could only express her dissatisfaction by sticking her tongue out behind Sherlock's back.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door, his footsteps froze.Carol hurried forward, got in and took a look, but also froze there.

Because the whole room not only has a small bed on the right side against the wall, but also has no reclining chairs or the like!The only furniture is a pair of chairs in the center of the room...

Very well, Carol couldn't help but feel sad, Sherlock's eyesight is wrong, and the end result of finding someone to sleep on the street is just such a small room.Was she supposed to spend the night here with Sherlock?God, just thinking about it makes people panic, although she doesn't know what she is panicking about.

Carol swallowed, and said with difficulty, "Mr. Strange, what do you think of ladies first?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Strange." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Strange's family rules are all decided by Stephen Strange."

Just know!Carol pouted at Sherlock and ran into the house angrily.She was about to satirize Sherlock, but felt the comfort of the seat.

Speaking of it, she had been running around for almost a whole day, and Carol didn't want to leave as soon as her butt fell on the chair.Her body stretched out, and she collapsed on the seat, and her fatigue disappeared.

Seeing Carol's lazy look, the corners of Sherlock's mouth slightly curled up. She is really a person who is easy to satisfy.

Sherlock didn't go into the house, but turned and went downstairs.After saying hello to Amy and Amy's family, he walked upstairs with a plate in his hand.On the tray were a teapot and a pair of cups filled with freshly boiled water.

When Sherlock put the plate on the small table, he found that the girl sitting in the chair had fallen asleep.Maybe it was because she was too tired and she was still snoring slightly.

Sherlock looked up at the window, the clouds were low and heavy, and it looked like it was going to rain.He shook his head slightly, reached out to pick up Carol, and put her on the bed.

Although the bed was not soft, it was enough for her to sleep well.Sherlock pulled the quilt over her body.She felt something, pushed the quilt with her hands, turned over, and the whole back was exposed again.

Even sleeping restlessly, Sherlock re-covered the quilt helplessly, pointed to Carol's head, and said softly, "Carol Ann, if you kick the quilt again, this bed will not belong to you."

Even in her deep sleep, Carol seemed to be able to hear Sherlock's warning.She lay there obediently, motionless.

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, walked back to the table and sat down, poured himself a glass of water, and the hot air rose from the glass, simmering in front of his eyes.

"Now it's like a dead body again." Sherlock said to himself, his eyes no longer stayed on Carol, but turned to look out the window.There were people coming and going on the street, and it was very lively. He drank his tea and fell into deep thought.

When Carol woke up, she found herself lying on the bed, and someone helped her cover the quilt, maybe some "Mr. Snail".It was already dark outside, and it was already night, so Carol woke up instantly and got out of bed.

Sherlock didn't know where to go, the room was already empty.Carol saw tea on the table and poured a cup to moisten her throat.

Carol opened the door and went out, wanting to go downstairs to have a look.When she was walking to the stairs, she heard voices from below, so she stopped and listened carefully.

"Mr. Strange, why are you interested in wolves?" This was Amy's voice, and she sounded very curious.

"Because a friend asked me to find her old friend..." Sherlock paused for a while, and then said, "She has passed away, and this is her dying wish."

The more Carol listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Whose dying wish was this?

"You are such a kind person." Amy sighed, "The road there is difficult and dangerous, so be careful."

"I will." Sherlock smiled, picked up a piece of bread in the basket, and explained, "My wife is about to wake up, she must be hungry."

Amy nodded understandingly. She stood up and cleared the table, and found that her son reached for the bread again, and slapped his hand hard, "Today's amount has been eaten!"

Sherlock was walking upstairs with the tray, just in time to see Carol who was standing at the top of the stairs and rolled his eyes at him.He quickly stopped Carol's words and raised his voice, "Carol, you're awake."

Carol?She looked confused, this is the first time Sherlock called her name directly, okay?She was called by her first name and last name before, Sherlock must have taken the wrong medicine.

"I know you're hungry, so I just brought you dinner." Sherlock embraced her body and called out softly, "Stop revealing, Mrs. Strange."

Carol didn't even get a chance to speak out, so she was dragged into the room by Sherlock.

It wasn't until they entered the room and the door closed that Sherlock let go of his hand suddenly, and Carol swayed and almost fell.After she stood firmly, she raised her head with her hands on her hips and asked, "Sherlock, please explain to me, what does it mean that she has passed away?"

"Oh..." Sherlock showed a sudden realization, and deliberately lengthened the ending.

"Oh what, you are cursing people." Carol squinted her eyes, and was about to continue questioning, but her stomach growled.

"Want to eat?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and lifted the bread, "Then get it yourself."

Carol saw that the dinner was right in front of her eyes, but she couldn't even get it by jumping up.After teasing Carol for a few minutes, Sherlock stuffed the bread into her hand, catching her off guard again.

Sherlock walked to the table and sat down, and Carol followed.She ate so fast that crumbs fell on her body, and Sherlock clicked his tongue a few times.

Carol wanted to defend herself, but a mouthful of bread stuck in her throat. She was suddenly out of breath, and her face flushed.Sherlock reached out and patted her on the back, and it took her a while before she recovered.

Carol quickly took a sip of water and smiled happily, "Congratulations on my narrow escape!"

"Do you want to know the result of my question just now?" Sherlock's voice sounded, and after Carol's definite answer, he slowly picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Say something quickly!" Carol was familiar with Sherlock's character, and would whet her appetite every time.

"As I investigated, the area where the wolves live is very dangerous." Sherlock said calmly, "There are still half-orcs there."

Orcs?Carol's eyes suddenly dimmed. She knew that this creature not only looked terrifying, but also had a ferocious nature and strong attack power.

Carol wanted to discuss with Sherlock about orcs, but when she raised her head, she met his eyes, which were as bright as hidden stars.The night in Hegu Town was extremely quiet, only the sound of their breathing remained in the air.