[TV] She forgot again

As for why Sherlock is so aware of the security information of the British Museum and the delivery time of the banknotes at the bank next door, thank you Nicole.

Because our big detective found out that his little assistant was planning to be half-hearted at work and want to make extra money, so he just hacked Nicole's resume.

As a result, all the resumes delivered by Nicole fell into the sea.

"I understand! In this way, even if the police want to attack by force, the museum with enhanced security system will not allow us to easily enter. I will order it!" Lestrade left in a hurry.

Watching Lestrade leave, Nicole suddenly thought of something, and then quickly ran to the kitchen, straight to the refrigerator.

In addition to some strange human organs of Mr. Detective, some experimental materials of Mr. Detective's bottles and cans, the only thing that can be judged as food is half a hairy orange!

Nicole scratched at the door of the refrigerator wanting to cry without tears.Two days ago, she cared about eating the local snacks that she had ordered online, and her work and rest schedule was irregular, so she was full of English.So much so that Mrs. Hudson didn't find out that she was traveling.

So how did Mr. Detective survive?

——It would be better to starve him to death!

Hey, hey, I've never seen such a forceful person to learn!

"Cuckoo..." Nicole stroked her flat stomach and looked at Sherlock who was walking down the stairs slowly.

Why is Mr. Detective still so energetic after being hungry for two days?I can't tell that the appearance of relying on drinking coffee to maintain the body's needs for a full 48 hours is still so pale and handsome, so sexy and charming.

"There's a good Chinese restaurant on the next street." Sherlock looked at the girl leaning on the refrigerator, like a cub abandoned by her owner.Those light blue-green eyes are full of pitiful water, which makes people want to give her a bowl of hot milk, and then touch her soft hair.

When did Sherlock Holmes become compassionate?

He just didn't want his little assistant to die so quickly, and then he needed to worry about those messy things that wasted his time.

"Then let's go now!" Nicole ran up to Sherlock excitedly, staring at him expectantly.She has always wanted to eat to see how the food in that Chinese restaurant tastes.

"This is the food I want. The wallet is in the right pocket of the coat. You can get it yourself." With that said, Sherlock handed Nicole two pieces of paper.

One of them was the name of the food he was going to eat, in case Nicole forgot what he was going to eat on the way, Sherlock wrote it down very thoughtfully.

Another Nicole opened it...it turned out to be a map!

He's cheating, there is a line of paw-style writing under the map: It is completely drawn according to your IQ level.

Fuck your IQ!

She just has a bad memory!Not mentally handicapped!The restaurant is just one street away!

Also, if you have time to draw a map, why can't you just go out and buy it yourself?

"Wait...why am I the only one going?" Nicole came back to her senses.She doesn't want to read menus in English, she doesn't want to speak to foreigners.

"My experiment needs to keep an eye on it all the time." Sherlock patted Nicole's head comfortingly, and the touch was really good.

"No takeout order?" Nicole was hopeful again.

"Perhaps you can find it in my files." And that would be two hours away.

Thinking of Sherlock's mountain of files, Nicole directly passed this possibility.

Sherlock went back upstairs and turned on the phone by the way.A map of London appeared on the phone screen, along with a small red dot showing 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock waited for the little red dot to leave 221 and moved to the next street, but saw the little red dot move in place.

Looking at Nicole who appeared in front of him, Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Suppose your speed is fast enough to finish our lunch?"

"Sir, lend me your violin!" Anyway, Nicole was too lazy to go out alone.

Sherlock is noncommittal, and Nicole assumes he agrees.But the other party suddenly became curious about what she was going to do.

After taking the violin and opening the window to the maximum, Nicole stood by the bed and began to play the violin.

The music is very simple, I don't know how many times simpler than the previous Chakong, but it is extremely melodious and beautiful.Sherlock found out the score he had written before, listened to Nicole's performance, and changed his own score.

The normal, pleasing violin sound from 221B didn't last long.After about seven or eight minutes, Nicole put down the violin.

Touching the tip of her nose that was a little red from the cold wind outside, Nicole carefully put Sherlock's violin away.This is a very nice violin.

"Even if you play a piece of music that is above the level of London, it can't solve our lunch problem, Nicole." Sherlock moved his itchy fingers, and Nicole's piano sound easily aroused him to want to play together impulse.

"Who says it's not possible, sir?" Nicole grinned, with a bit of cunning and viciousness, but it made that delicate face even more beautiful.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door of 221B, and then Nicole came up with several bags of takeaway.

Sherlock stood by the window, watching the people coming and going: "You hypnotized the manager of that restaurant."

This is an affirmative sentence.

"Guess right." Nicole took out the food one by one and put them on the table.He conveniently placed the food that Sherlock had ordered before, facing the list and placed it in front of him.

"It's reasoning, Nicole." Sherlock walked back to his seat, sat down, and then stretched out his hand and waited for the other party to put the chopsticks in his hand.

"Your piano sound has a hypnotic effect. You gave the manager a hint before moving into 221B, so you can easily hypnotize the other party here." Mr. Detective is extremely proficient in using chopsticks.

"Sir, don't you want to keep an eye on the experiment all the time?" Nicole gritted her teeth as she looked at Sherlock who was enjoying the food in satisfaction.

"That experiment was completed three days ago." Sherlock said something embarrassing with an intoxicating British accent.

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Mrs. Hudson returned two days later.But after thinking for a long time, Nicole couldn't remember who this kind old lady was.

Because the efficiency of the memory slaughterhouse has always been very high, the garbage in "Other" is cleaned up every minute.

"Mrs. Hudson will be very sad if she knows that you have forgotten her." Sherlock knew Nicole's reaction that she had completely forgotten Mrs. Hudson.

"I think she'd be happy to charge a year's rent from a tenant who forgot who she was." With that, Sherlock was about to walk up to Mrs. Hudson.

"Sir!" Nicole grabbed Sherlock's clothes.Originally, she wanted to take the opportunity to hug her long legs. After all, it's not very elegant... After all, Mrs. Hudson is still in the kitchen...

"Sir, would you like another cup of coffee?" Nicole held Sherlock without letting go, "Sir, are you tired? Do you want me to rub your shoulders for you? Sir, why don't you teach me how to use slang? Sir, or Don't bother Mrs. Hudson."

Nicole said what she thought of, and started to use hypnosis when she was in a hurry, but it didn't work at all.

Her salary has been advanced to three months later, okay?Where does the money come from to pay the rent?

"Mrs. Hudson, Nicole said she wants to eat Yorkshire pudding and lamb chops, medium rare, and she doesn't eat onions and green peppers." Sherlock said to Mrs. Hudson without changing his face. own requirements.

"Little Nicole, it's not good to be picky eaters, you look so small, you need to eat more. You can't be like Sherlock, he always doesn't eat this or that, so now he's skinny like a monkey. I The Yorkshire puddings they make are famously delicious, when they were..."

Mrs. Hudson seemed to recall the past, and she talked endlessly.Nicole dared not walk away, looked at the contented Sherlock, and vowed to hypnotize him!

A month passed quickly, during which Sherlock and Nicole really didn't step out of 221B.Nicole, who has passed the training of Sherlock Holmes Hell, can already communicate with the British normally.

At the same time, there is one more item in Nicole's "forced memory": Mr. Detective likes black coffee with two pieces of sugar.

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Nicole and Sherlock are on their way to Deptford.

221B, which has been silent for a month, has welcomed a client—Mr. Theopold Wilson.He was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with a grim, lined face.His complexion was a dull yellow from years of exposure to the tropical sun.

The destination is located in the most remote and dilapidated slums in the East End of London.But, right in the midst of these slums, there are some beautiful old houses where rich merchants lived hundreds of years ago.

In the past 100 years, a family named Wilson lived in one of the old houses.

The family consisted of Horatio Wilson and his wife, a son and a daughter.And Horatio's brother Theopold, Sherlock's client.

According to Mr. Wilson's description, it went roughly like this: About three years ago, the body of Horatio Wilson was fished out of the river.

Pale and swollen.Drunkenness leads to slipping, falling into water, and drowning.This is his presumed cause of death.

A year later, his wife, who had a heart attack, died of another heart attack.Her death made the police officers present feel chills.Combined with the descriptions of two locals, her death is even more eerie.

According to locals, they heard unusual noises coming from the old Wilson house.

The sound was terrifying and weird, like a cry that could make one's blood coagulate.Coupled with the fact that the area along the banks of the Thames is often foggy even in winter, everything makes people unable to help but imagine a terrifying and cold direction.

However, the timing of the sound coincided with the time of death.This makes people feel goosebumps for no reason.

Not long ago, the client's nephew, Phoenix Wilson, also died in the armchair.

Same genetic heart disease.

Similarly, the death of the deceased makes people uncomfortable.The facial expression is distorted, terrifying and hideous.

The client's niece, Janet, suffered the tragedy of the death of her family, so she planned to leave the house favored by death.But the client was really reluctant to let his niece leave his homeland and wander outside, so he found Sherlock, hoping that he would find something that the local police officers could not find, and leave Janet behind.

So Sherlock, who had been lonely for a month, decided to visit the house that had been rumored to be haunted.

Nicole, who is afraid of the cold, is forcefully dragged out of the warm 221B by Mr. Detective, and heads for the haunted house.

"Sir, look at these clouds of fog rising from the river, like the poisonous fog of a jungle swamp. And the trail we are driving on now is like a dilapidated maze. Intricate, dark, and cold ..." After being able to use English fluently, Nicole began to use her beautiful voice without hesitation.

Nicole was reluctant to lean against the window. The freezing temperature outside the window made her feel like she was watching a horror movie.Her misty eyes looked at Sherlock expectantly, and her pink mouth opened and closed, talking non-stop.

"Nicole." Sherlock called out Nicole's name in a low voice.The girl stopped her slightly complaining words, and looked at him with shining eyes.

"It's just an unfounded rumor that was exaggerated by goldfish." Sherlock's voice was calm and unwavering, obviously not believing in any unscientific incident of death.Similarly, he once again cut off Nicole's desire to go back.

In the next second, the girl shrunk back into her seat in displeasure, and moved slightly invisibly beside Sherlock.She is not afraid of those horror movies on TV, but she is afraid of everything related to supernatural, eerie, and horror in the real world!

The corners of Sherlock's mouth curved slightly, but his mouth was always merciless: "As far as your goldfish head is concerned, it will soon be forgotten."

After a pause, Sherlock seemed to want to prove that he was comforting the little assistant, and added: "There is nothing to worry about."

Nicole snorted softly, not wanting to talk to him.She was really used to being disgusted within a month. Who let Mr. Detective have a memory palace, but she only had a memory slaughterhouse?

Soon Sherlock, Nicole and Mr. Wilson arrived at their destination.

The house has a depressing feel to it.Although the house is tall and solemn, the plaster on the surface has been mottled and discolored by the wind, sun, and rain, and old bricks have been exposed in some places.The yellowish ivy is tangled together, covering the entire wall and wrapping around the chimney, showing not vitality but desolation.

As soon as she got out of the car, Nicole could smell the damp and musty smell in the air.

After staying in place for a long time, seeing Sherlock was about to disappear into the house, Nicole tightened her black finely tailored woolen coat, and trotted to catch up with him.

"Wait for me, sir." Nicole grabbed Sherlock's clothes and followed the long-legged detective step by step.

Sherlock slowed down and followed Mr. Wilson into the house.

The pair caught sight of the emaciated Janet, packing her things and seemingly determined to leave.

"Oh, Janet, are you really going to abandon this old Wilson ancestral home?" Mr. Wilson said with a sad face. "This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I asked him to find out the truth as much as possible. I don't want you Leave this home with fear."

Janet didn't want to ruin her uncle's kindness, so she nodded in agreement.So he and Mr. Wilson took Sherlock and Nicole to visit the old house.

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