[Comprehensive British and American] Guide for wizards to eat and wait to die

"bang bang bang"

Emma and Sherlock were playing video games vigorously in the room when they suddenly heard a rough knock on the door.

“Your pizza has arrived”

Sherlock motioned Emma to open the door with his eyes.

Emma gave him a blank look, so she wouldn't give him a chance to separate himself and win alone. She raised her voice and yelled "Put it at the door!", and then continued to play the game with Sherlock wholeheartedly. .

The door suddenly fell silent, but it was followed by a more violent knock on the door.

"I told you to put it at the door! Are you deaf!" Emma was a little impatient, and she growled angrily.

"Open the door"

The voice of the people outside the door was not loud, but it was very clear to Emma's ears through the wall.And this voice is quite familiar to her. . .Emma got up from the sofa and ran to the door as fast as she could. She quickly opened the door and smiled.

"Professor Snape, long time no see~"

Snape's face was as dark as his robes.

"If I had said it was you earlier, I would have greeted you at the door, we don't need to bother, right..."

Snape ignored her, his attention entirely on Sherlock in the room.

"Who is he?"

Snape's eyes were fixed on Sherlock.

"Oh, this is my neighbor, Sherlock Holmes." Emma quickly introduced them to each other, "This is Snape..."

"Professor, nice to meet you." Sherlock reached out and shook Snape's hand.

Snape snorted, but shook Sherlock's hand anyway.

"So..." Emma approached attentively, "Professor, what do you want?"

"As your liaison officer, you are obliged to report to me your recent activities"

"What else can I do? You should know me well. I am a good student who loves to learn. I never do anything that violates school rules and disciplines."

"puff----"

Sherlock's sneer was met with an elbow from Emma.

"Miss Leon, I don't want to remind you, but..." Snape took out a newspaper from his pocket, "If I haven't been blinded by old age, you are the person on it, right?"

Emma took the newspaper and looked at it. This was the last time she and Sherlock were sneaking over the fence of someone else's house and was taken by surveillance. As for why this photo was in the news. . .

Because the case was still pending and they had trespassed, they were now prime suspects.

"This...you don't even look at it, this kind of cruel killing and dismemberment of the body is definitely not something I did, and you don't need to ask the teacher to blame you like this..."

"Oh?" Snape suddenly evoked a smile, which made Emma feel a little apprehensive.

"You mean my contact person, under my protection, was listed as a suspect by the Muggle police. I can't even ask about this matter?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Emma quickly explained, "I just said that you don't need to go there yourself for this kind of thing. Just write a letter, make a phone call or something..."

"The next is not an example"

"Yes yes yes" Emma's head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I really didn't expect you to be so troublesome without magic, but this Mr. Sherlock should have contributed a lot."

Snape's inquiring eyes locked on Sherlock again.

Then the latter didn't show any fear at all, he picked up the drink on the table and took a leisurely sip, then said. . .

"Professor, if you don't go back to your family, your family should be in a hurry"

Seeing Snape's sudden strange expression, Sherlock added a word in fear of chaos.

"My family is so tight, it shouldn't be easy for you to come out. But I still have to say, it's not a good habit to arrest people when you get angry, it's easy to get infected"

After hearing Sherlock's words, Snape almost ran away in despair.

Emma looked at Sherlock almost admiringly.

"How did you do it?"

"Observation" Although Sherlock's expression was still calm, Emma knew that he was already happy in his heart.

"What are you observing? Why didn't I see it?" Emma was still full of curiosity.

"A lot of obvious facts are right in front of you, but you ignore them. His recently cleaned hair, neatly ironed clothes, and suddenly softened facial expressions all suggest that this is a person who has fallen into a trap. A man in love. Judging by the faint hickey marks on his neck, he should be in love."

"Wait! You mean... S! Ne! Po! In love!?"

"Yes, is there anything strange about this?"

"No... just a little curious how she could bear his character..."

"It's not 'she', it's 'he'"

Emma felt that her three views had been impacted, and she needed to take it easy.

"Forget it" Sherlock handed her the game controller, "Go ahead"

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Probably because of the rapid development of technology, people have more and more spare money and time, so the emptiness in people's hearts is becoming more and more obvious.

"Tell me, what do these murderers think, they are so cruel..." Emma chatted with Sherlock while eating.

"Probably because you're too busy." Sherlock picked up a piece of salmon, "I think your skills have improved a lot recently. Of course, it would be better if you could control the heat."

"Really? I feel the same way myself~" Emma also forked a piece for herself.

Originally Edward had hired a nanny and a cook for her, but Mycroft refused to let them into her apartment, saying that government secrets could not be leaked.Emma just wanted to roll her eyes when she heard this.

She doesn't even have magic, so what secrets can she reveal?Can she still destroy the house with magic waves?

But having said that, she is also left to fend for herself.After a period of extremely difficult entry at the beginning, she gradually mastered some basic cooking skills.

However, as the only two residents on their floor, it was reasonable for Sherlock to come here to eat after smelling the fragrance.

But unexpectedly, Sherlock's culinary skills are not bad, and the two became long-term meal friends as soon as they came and went.

"By the way, the small lawn downstairs seems to be neglected."

“That’s because no one lives on the ground floor”

"So what if I take care of that lawn?"

"whatever"

Emma nodded contentedly, she was feeling anxious and panicked recently, and Sherlock suddenly wasn't interested in those cases, and was only obsessed with research.Taking care of the lawn is a great way to pass the time for her.

"By the way, pack your things tonight"

Sherlock said casually.

"What are you packing up for? Are we moving?"

"No, there is a case we are going to the countryside, I have already bought the ticket"

"But Mycroft said..."

"Never mind what that fat man said, are you going or not?"

"go with!"

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"Hello, Mrs. Hoffman, we are the police officers who came to investigate this incident"

Sherlock waved in front of Mrs. Hoffman with a cock he didn't know where to get.

Although Mrs. Hoffman muttered that the police had not just come to Yunyun, she still opened the door for them.

"Didn't you say that someone would come back to deal with it after two days? Why so fast?"

“We happen to be free today”

Emma could only smile awkwardly.

Mrs. Hoffman took them to the hillside not far from the backyard.

"Few people come here. That day I found it because a cow at home suddenly disappeared."

Mrs. Hoffman pushed aside various plants as she led them inside.

"So who can imagine that such a thing is hidden in such a place, it is really scary!" They crossed the police cordon, "Yesterday when the first batch of police came, they pulled up the cordon and told me to look after it. Here, however, I still have so much farm work, so I can’t stay here for free all the time. But I assure you, there are few people here, and the news of the case has not leaked out, so no one will come here at all.”

"So Mrs. Hoffman, where is the thing you want to show us?" Sherlock reminded her patiently.

"No, it's here..." Mrs. Hoffman walked around the scene of the crime.

"Where is it?" Emma was also a little anxious.

"It's gone...it's impossible..." Mrs. Hoffman looked a little lost.

"What's missing?"

"The corpse, it was still here yesterday..."

"What kind of corpse?"

Emma hated that she didn't have a small notebook and couldn't write down all Mrs. Hoffman's words.

"A young woman, so completely unrecognizable that she was cut with a knife. But she still has a lot of bruises on her body. The poor girl must have suffered a lot before she died"

"Has anyone gone missing in the village recently?"

"No, no, at least I haven't heard of it. Our village is not big. Except for marrying girls, it has been almost ten years since someone went out last time. Every family is very familiar..."

"So this girl was thrown here from another place?"

"probably"

"So the murderer should be very careful, because it's not easy to sneak into a small village like yours, which every household is very familiar with, but I can see from the traces at the scene that this is not the case." Sherlock didn't know when Putting on the gloves, he is hiding on the ground to check the scene, "Okay, I only have one question so far"

"Wait a minute, do you mean that you are only one question away from solving the case?" Although she has seen Sherlock's intelligence many times, Emma still finds this fact difficult for her to accept.

"If you're going to ask me that, my answer is yes, I'm only one step away from identifying the victim."

"But we haven't even seen the dead body!"

Emma, ​​who thought it was another adventure, couldn't help but be disappointed. She simply watched Sherlock's intelligence show.

"There are some things you don't need to see, tell me now, Mrs. Hoffman, has anyone in the village married off their daughter in the past month?"

"Yes, it's the youngest daughter of the Green family..."

"Then please express my condolences to Mr. and Mrs. Green, their daughter should have suffered something bad."

The author has something to say: How about it, when I read this chapter, I didn’t feel like I was watching Shenxia. I was still confused, but Sherlock knew it all. . .

I tried my best to restore this feeling of ignorance, I hope you like it. . .

↑From the author's fungus whose scalp is about to be picked off

As an aside, I actually think that some of the reasoning in the Sherlock Holmes series is not particularly reliable, and even feels a bit far-fetched. . .

But this series is still very great, and a little trash like me can only worship it. . .

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Tuesday and Wednesday are busy with schoolwork and will be interrupted. Let's see you on Thursday

(What can I do in the weekly test! I am also very desperate!)