[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

Watson felt that the family was very strange recently, specifically, some things disappeared or appeared inexplicably, and he always felt like there was something new in the house. God, this is really a crazy idea.

"Mrs. Hudson," Watson stuck out his head from the stairs, "have you seen my new cheese sauce?"

"Oh dear, I never dared to touch your things, who knows if Sherlock is..." At this point, she suddenly sobbed softly, "Poor Sherlock! Oh! Poor . …”

Watson was silent for a moment. He knew what Mrs. Hudson wanted to say. Before Sherlock was around, he would always put some strange things in the refrigerator. At that time, he often felt very troubled. He would tamper with his computer, mobile phone or even his credit card, but now... Thinking of this, Watson inexplicably thought of Sherlock's sister. He remembered that Circe had said something about ghosts, didn't he?Watson suddenly felt the temperature in the air drop.

After studying ghost movies and books all night, Watson decided to talk to Victor.Victor is Sherlock's college classmate. Most importantly, he once heard Sherlock briefly mention a case about a photographer who took pictures of ghosts. This photographer is Victor.

Watson flipped through Sherlock's address book to find Victor's contact information, and said his guess. After that, Victor was silent for a while, and then he promised to give it a try.

Since that incident, Victor has had a shadow on the camera. Every time he tries to take a picture, he will think of the girl from the beginning, and he is worried that he will capture something that should not appear again.But this is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes!If it can be proved that he is still in this world, no matter what form it is in, it will be a gratifying thing!Victor resolutely made up his mind and brought his camera to No. 221b Baker Street.

Watson was waiting for Victor. After hanging up the phone, he felt that he was crazy to think that the strange things happening in the room these days were due to Sherlock's ghost.Maybe it was a naughty kid in the neighbor's house, maybe he just forgot.However, Watson vaguely denied his guess that someone's child would steal things under his nose. Moreover, Watson looked at the supermarket receipt he just found in his hand, which clearly stated the cheese he bought Sauce, the time, place, and price are all there, and it is impossible for someone to forge it.

His thoughts were in a mess, until Victor knocked on the door, Watson was still walking around anxiously in the living room.

"Come on!" Watson said to Victor with a serious face as if he had made some important decision, and Victor nodded silently.

The two of them went upstairs together, and took photos where Sherlock used to sit, and then took photos in Sherlock's bedroom, and finally, they didn't even miss the kitchen.

After the shooting in the morning, they had a simple lunch downstairs, sat there until the evening, and then returned to 221b, ready to shoot again at the same location.

After the two shootings, Watson put the photos on the computer and compared them carefully. After putting the fifth photo of the kitchen, Victor suddenly called a pause, "John, have you raised any plants?"

On the kitchen window, there was a plant tentacle that looked very much like a creeper.

The two boldly walked to the kitchen, Watson took the baseball bat left by the previous tenant, Victor simply lifted a chair, and the two approached the kitchen window cautiously, because, whether it was Sherlock or Hua Mrs. Hudson, and even Mrs. Hudson, neither of whom had ever kept plants.

After Circe got off the plane, she didn't go home first, she went back to Baker Street first, because...

A scream came from the second floor of 221b Baker Street. Watson and Victor hugged each other. They didn't do it voluntarily. The reason for this was because there was a thin and soft thing like a vine Bind the two of them together.

"Birke, don't make trouble!" Circe appeared at the stairs with the little wolf in his arms, "Let them go!"

The vine let go of the two people obediently, then opened the window very flexibly, and tied a knot on the kitchen shelf, and then curled in a few times strangely, a plant growing in a flowerpot looks like a bonsai Birch trees appeared at the window.

The vines were quickly taken back, and when they passed the dining table, they also took the ham sandwich that Watson packed for dinner at noon.

——Well, the culprit appeared.

Watson thought about it heartily, and then, even more heartbroken, he realized that he couldn't do anything about the culprit at all! ! !

On the square in front of Buckingham Palace, three strangely dressed people stood there motionless.It's just that the people passing by turned a blind eye to it.

"Why are you here?" The man in the black robe that covered his entire body except his head asked, his voice was hoarse and obscure, which made people feel very uncomfortable, at least, when he heard his voice , the man standing on his left has already frowned.

The person standing on the left is wearing a church priest's robe, with a cross hanging around his neck, playing with the thin silver chain wrapped around his wrist with his left hand, while his right hand is tucked inside the large robe, as if he is preparing for something at any time. "Because this place does not belong to any of the three of us. I don't want to be swallowed by your pet snake," the man dressed as a priest said flatly, as if saying that I didn't eat a sandwich at noon today. "Also," he continued in a flat tone, "I don't want to be sucked out of blood by disgusting bats."

"Oh! You know, that's just a joke. How could a vampire turn into a bat?" The last man spoke, and his voice sounded the most normal, without seductive tenderness, nor annoying It's normal, as if he shouldn't be standing here at all, but should be classified as an ordinary person who walks around them but still can't find the three of them. "Tell me quickly if you have anything to say, I hate sunshine."

"Could it be a crow?" The priest man didn't let this man go, he continued to ask gently, "Can a vampire turn into a crow?" While speaking, he stared at the man, staring at the man's face exposed to the sun. That handsome face.

The third man didn't answer his question. He just raised his head and took a glance, then fixed his eyes on the man in black robe, "You said that a big event happened in the wizarding world, what's going on?"

The black-robed man tried his best to hide his emotions, but his irritability was still noticed by the other two people, "That Dumbledore, I don't know what he was thinking, he seems to have given up, these days, he has not sent anyone to look for it at all. Me, I asked one of my subordinates to use that stupid minister of the Ministry of Magic to test him out, and it turned out that he was completely unmoved, as if he was about to give up the wizarding world and Hogwarts." As he said, the black robe The man himself finds it unbelievable, why are you kidding Dumbledore to give up Hogwarts?

"Anyway," the black-robed man collected his emotions, "the plan still needs to be implemented!" This sentence was already close to an order, but the other two people didn't feel angry or anything else, which made the black-robed man weird again I feel as if I am in charge of everything. "I'll go first!" The black-robed man ended the conversation neatly, and then disappeared into the crowd.He recently had a good idea to kill all the people who threatened him at once, including the two men just now.And the person who brought him all this, no, a ghost, found it by himself, as if his name was "Kim" or "Jim" Moriarty.Anyway, after the plan is successful, let's kill him too!

Watching the black-robed man leave, the priest showed a mocking smile, which flashed away, "It's just an idiot, how dare you call it Voldemort!"

"You destroyed those coffins, Peter, or do you prefer Simon?"

"It doesn't matter, what I'm more curious about is how do you know where the 'Harapa's Coffin' is hidden, Dracula? Oh, what an uncomfortable name!"

The two of them had an answer in their hearts at the same time. At this moment, a white box car drove over. Andre lifted the visor and looked out suspiciously. The strange feeling just now was gone.Except for the flow of people coming and going, there is no difference in the square.Andre scratched his head in distress, his feeling was wrong again, it's better not to tell Jacob, so as not to be scolded.

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