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

Carol quickly reached out and grabbed the edge of the tub, and pressed the other hand against the wall. After finally standing still, she continued to step out of the tub cautiously.

This time, Carol finally stood safely on the living room floor, fumbled into her pants, and relaxed.However, her heart was still pounding like a deer.

"Sherlock, I'm fine." Carol, who was embarrassing in front of Sherlock again, chose to change the subject, "Do you want to take a shower? Let me watch the door for you."

"Can you turn around now?" Sherlock chuckled, "Carol Ann, why can't you even take a shower?"

"That's because Sherlock you scared me." Carol explained solemnly, she picked up the changed clothes and found a place to put them.

"Oh?" Sherlock turned to look at her, saw the water stains left on the floor of the living room, glanced at the wall, and found a handprint, he raised his eyebrows.

"By the way!" In order to hide her embarrassment, Carol graciously helped Sherlock clean up the water in the bathtub, and raised doubts again, "You don't seem to have brought any new clothes, I need to go outside and buy one for you." ?"

Sherlock's expression suddenly became serious, "Don't go out alone."

"Ah?" Carol was stunned. She suddenly remembered what Sherlock said before and the unidentified people downstairs. She raised her lips and smiled, "Sherlock, are you caring about me?"

"Hmm." Sherlock's voice was inaudible.

Carol thought Sherlock would continue to taunt her, but even though he lowered his voice on purpose, she heard the word.Carol froze, standing still and blinking until Sherlock reached out and pulled her away.

"I'll go out with you, and ask someone to boil another bucket of water." Sherlock lifted the kettle, seeing that Carol was still looking dull, he waved his hand helplessly in front of her eyes.

Carol finally came to her senses, smiled at Sherlock, put on a coat, and followed him obediently.

Before opening the door, Sherlock reminded, "I'm going to play Mrs. Strange when I go downstairs."

Carol nodded, and Sherlock put his arms around her thin shoulders, "If you're worried about being exposed, you can just focus on me and don't look at anyone in the lobby."

Then, Carol and Sherlock walked out the door.Downstairs was still noisy, but the noise didn't disturb Carol's inner peace.No matter what danger will happen in the next second, as long as she stands by Sherlock's side, she will have an unprecedented sense of peace of mind.

They went down the stairs, past people who were gambling around the tables, and there was still the smell of drunkenness in the air.Sherlock handed the kettle to the clerk in the store, and told him to boil the hot water and put it at the door of the room.

As soon as she stepped out of the hotel gate, there was wind blowing into Carol's clothes, and she couldn't help shivering.Sherlock helped her turn up the collar of her coat, and the two walked to the nearby streets.

It was already night, and the dark blue night sky was full of stars. As long as you looked up, you seemed to have stepped into another world.Carol pushed Sherlock and pointed to the stars in the sky, "Look, Sherlock! The night in River Valley Town is so beautiful."

"Nice." Sherlock raised his eyes, but was very stingy with his words.Carol saw that the starlight in the sky seemed to fall into Sherlock's eyes, and she looked at his side face, a little dazed.

Sherlock noticed Carol's gaze, and said helplessly, "Do you want to look at the stars, or at me?"

After being discovered, Carol realized what she was doing just now. She hurriedly lowered her head, covered her face with her collar, and muttered, "Didn't I tell you to find clothes for you?"

"Let's go." Sherlock didn't continue to argue with her, and strode forward.Carol hurriedly followed, she shook her head, what happened to herself recently?There's always something wrong with Sherlock.

Of course, at this time of day everyone has gone home and the shops are closed long ago.They wandered around for a long time, but they couldn't find it. They thought they were walking in Middle-earth with its beautiful starry sky.

There was a house not far away that was still lit and the windows were closed, but the clothes that had been dried on the window sill hadn't been put in yet.Carol tugged at Sherlock's sleeve and winked at him.As soon as Sherlock saw her expression, he guessed what she was thinking.

"Carol Ann, you really love being a thief." Sherlock remembered the first time they met and misunderstood her as a thief.

Carol innocently took out a gold coin from her pocket, held it up in front of Sherlock's eyes, and looked at him pitifully, "One gold coin buys one piece of clothing, and they don't lose money."

"Go, Sherlock." Carol dragged Sherlock's arm and walked towards the house. Sherlock sighed and followed her.

Carol jumped up with difficulty, trying to grab the hanging clothes, but always missed.Sherlock took her hand and put it down gently, "Are you going to tear your clothes? Have you forgotten that you are a wizard?"

"I..." Carol pursed her lips, and after chanting the levitation spell, the clothes fell into her hands easily. She used her magic wand to put the gold coin on the windowsill, and then muttered secretly, not knowing what she was talking about.

Seeing Carol's unhappy look, Sherlock looked down at her, sounding like he was comforting her, "I know, you are very caring."

"Of course, I've always been right..." Carol suddenly paused, thought for a while before continuing, "I don't want to listen to Sherlock."

"Then let's go back to the hotel now." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and walked back while talking.

Carol quickly followed, but Sherlock tapped her on the head lightly, "I don't want to obey Sherlock's advice?"

Carol: ...

After all, this is Sherlock, and he will always find a way to make her slap her in the face.Sherlock, of course, never had to worry about being left behind, no matter how stupid she acted.

There was not much to say along the way, Carol and Sherlock returned to the hotel soon.They found hot water at the door of the room. Sherlock put the clothes on the rack next to the tub, and Carol moved a chair and ran to sit by the door.

Carol, who was so bored, stepped on the floor with her feet, shaking the chair from time to time.The sound of running water came from behind her, she narrowed her eyes, what does Sherlock take a bath like?

No, Carol frowned. Is she sick?Why do you think about this weird question?She is not a perverted voyeur or obsessive monster at all.

Carol sorted out her thoughts, she seemed to have really changed a bit recently.For example, Sherlock's words can provoke her emotions, and she will always think of some inexplicable places... It was even like a psychopath just now, hearing the sound of water, she could make up the picture of Sherlock getting out of the bath.

It must be because she played "Mrs. Strange" before, and she was too tired to have a good rest, and the witty Carol came to a conclusion.

Who would like that egomaniac, Sherlock is arrogant and loves to mock her, he doesn't regard her as a girl at all.Although she would come to rescue her every time she was in danger, although they had experienced life and death together, even though...

"Are you hungry?" Sherlock's voice sounded from behind, causing Carol to twitch in fright.

Carol turned her head and patted her heart with her hands, panicked, "Sherlock, I'm almost scared to death by you. Can you make a sound when you walk next time?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "It's a guilty conscience."

Carol didn't refute, because she was really guilty. She pointed to the beef on the table and said, "Do you think someone poisoned again when we went out just now?"

Sherlock: ...

"I'll do it!" Carol, who volunteered, raised her hand high, and she took out her wand, "I'll try it again with Restoration."

"Don't." Sherlock was reaching out to stop her, but it was too late, and Carol had already finished reciting the spell.The plate of beef became the same as when it was not cooked, with blood and stench.

"Hehehe..." Carol touched her head in embarrassment, pretending to look at the surrounding walls, and an idea was born, "I can still let time go back!"

Carol closed her eyes and focused, concentrating on the moment before the Restoration Charm was cast.When she opened her eyes again, the beef actually returned to normal.

Just when Carol was immersed in her complacency, there was a sudden knock on the door, which scared her.Her legs began to cramp, and she slid down, about to fall.

Sherlock reached out to support Carol, and a "thank you" came from her mouth, but Sherlock found that ears began to grow on the top of her head.

"Sir, do you need anything?" The man has already pushed the door open.

Sherlock pulled Carol violently into his arms, covered her body with the windbreaker, and gently stroked her head to comfort her.

"Take the kettle away." Sherlock said with his back to the buddy, his tone slightly indifferent.

The man looked around, but he didn't see the woman who came with the male guest just now, and asked curiously, "Where's your wife?"

"Hush." ​​Sherlock's voice softened. "My lady is so tired that she has passed out in my arms."

The man picked up the kettle, glanced at Sherlock's windbreaker again, and found that there really seemed to be a person "hiding" there, "Then I'm leaving, sir."

"Hmm." Sherlock didn't want to talk to him, and kept looking down at the person in his arms. He didn't lift the windbreaker until the door was closed, and said softly, "Carol Ann?"

"Sherlock... woo woo woo." Carol, who had turned into a wolf, squeezed out a few words desperately at this moment, and she seemed to be able to say something other than howling a wolf.

Sherlock smiled lightly, "You can still talk?"