[Comprehensive British and American] Fantastic monsters are here

Sherlock Holmes, a detective, freelancer, is different from ordinary private investigators in that he is more picky, and he does not take over all the business that comes to him.In fact, as a detective, what Sherlock does most is to stay in the apartment and think, or wait for the police to call for help, looking for cases worth exploring.

In other words, Sherlock is in a state of vagrants most of the time.

It can't be his fault, as the water demon said, Sherlock is very smart, maybe more than smart.

His way of thinking is very special, Sherlock can always detect the clues that ordinary people can't understand at the first time, so that ordinary cases (such as missing persons) seem to him as if the answer has been written and placed in front of him Straightforward.He can judge the truth through some weak information, and the accuracy rate of his deduction is almost 90.00%.

Sometimes you don't even need to look at the scene to draw a conclusion.

Such a smart mind naturally can't allow ordinary things to occupy his time. Although he has a lot of free time, unless Sherlock has no money to pay the rent, the landlady is very generous, and she rarely urges Sherlock to pay the rent.

Therefore, Sherlock is very famous in England, as long as there is no unsolved case in his hands, even monsters are willing to ask him for help.

"Sorry, Ms. Tang, I think it may be because I haven't slept well these days." Sherlock woke up from sleep. He didn't feel suspicious about his fainting. On his own sofa, he almost forgot how many days he hadn’t slept well. The sequelae of relying entirely on nicotine patches to keep his brain excited is that he may faint due to excessive fatigue at any time.

He quickly glanced around, the dim room was warm brown and familiar with the smell of black tea.

This is Sherlock's residence, 221B Baker Street. This Victorian building is located at the intersection of Baker Street and Regent's Park. It is one of the central locations in London, and the convenient transportation is enough to make the rent price nearby high.

Sherlock lay on the sofa in the living room.

"Are you okay?" Tang Peiling asked, she was fiddling with an old-fashioned quill, the pen had no ink, it was just a decoration.

Sherlock looked at Tang Peiling habitually, his eyes moved quickly, and then stopped suddenly on Tang Peiling's face: "Who are you?"

Tang Peiling smiled: "Are you kidding me, Mr. Holmes, or are you still awake?" She poured a cup of black tea and handed it to Sherlock, "Take a sip, maybe it will make you feel better, you This is what my landlord told me, he said that after you wake up, you will want to have a sip of tea."

Sherlock didn't take the teacup, and stared straight at the person in front of him with gray eyes: "Alien?" He said, without waiting for Tang Peiling's response, Sherlock added, "Maybe you are from the same planet as Jason on the next street." He didn't intend to stop, but continued, "Is the Frank you're looking for also an alien? It seems that I guessed it right. Don't be nervous, I won't say it."

"Just now, what did I say that led you to the conclusion?" Tang Peiling asked.

"I'm glad you didn't deny it, Miss Tang, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten to the point so quickly." Sherlock sat up with a hint of excitement, and took the black tea that Tang Peiling handed over, without drinking it, "I've seen You, to be precise, saved me, but you certainly don't remember, but I do. Of course, I remember everyone I've met, even 20 years ago."

The living room door was slightly pushed open, and a kind voice came in: "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation..."

"Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock's tone became impatient, "Obviously you have deliberately interrupted our conversation when you said this, please go out immediately."

"Sherlock!" It was an old woman with silver hair, and her curly hair made her look outstanding, "If you talk to me like this again, I will drive you from the attic to the basement go!"

The old woman is the owner of the house, and Sherlock is her tenant. Mrs. Hudson is a hospitable hostess, and she shows great curiosity about the fact that Sherlock was sent back by a woman "I beg your pardon, ma'am, there is someone downstairs who insists on seeing Sherlock, someone from the government," Mrs. Hudson emphasized.

"I believe you have the ability to send them away from this lovely little house." Sherlock tried not to sound aggressive, "Mrs. Hudson, this lady is very important to me, and you don't want me to miss my own wonderful Time?"

Mrs. Hudson put on a look of sudden realization. She left a plate of freshly baked pastries and exited the room.

"20 years ago." Sherlock forcefully pulled the atmosphere back to the weirdness of a few minutes ago, "Regent Street." Sherlock observed Tang Peiling's expression until he could not see any emotion from her face , "A 10-year-old boy almost rolled down the steps because he was thinking too much. It was raining that day." He paused, "Please ignore the rain, this is England after all."

"what did I do?"

"You saved a boy from being broken or paralyzed," Sherlock said. "You pulled me back from the edge of the steps, and you said to me, 'Are you all right' just like you asked me?"

"Really." Tang Peiling said with a smile, "Then how do you plan to repay me?"

"What?" Sherlock was stunned for a few seconds.

"I helped you, so of course you have to repay me." Tang Peiling shook the quill in her hand, "Give it to me, and consider it a reward."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment: "No, it's not mine, I can't give it to you." He never expected that Tang Peiling would discuss this topic with him so calmly.

He imagined a lot of results at the beginning. He discovered the secret of the other party, and he might be threatened with words, but it didn't matter. Sherlock was very confident that he could handle this; or, Tang Peiling would try to deny it, Sherlock There are also ways to confirm his judgment.

"Whose is that?" Tang Peiling asked earnestly, "Is it the lady's just now? You asked her to give it to me. After all, I helped you." She remembered what Sherlock had just described. Having helped two children, Tang Peiling still remembers that the man on the sofa had this unreasonable and unforgiving expression when he was a child.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Sherlock said, he didn't think it was time to discuss the ownership of the quill pen, Tang Peiling's reaction disrupted Sherlock's rhythm, "Who are you, why didn't you Any change, why are you at the murder scene, what are you looking for?"

"John Watson is your friend, your only friend. You have an older brother and parents." Tang Peiling said, her slow speech made Sherlock feel uneasy, "Guess what I want to tell you next, Clever Mr. Detective."

Sherlock doesn't like women, to be precise, he doesn't like women's indecisive and ignorant, but pushy side, even if he himself is so annoying.But he was unusually not disgusted with Tang Peiling.Sherlock likes to deal with women with bright minds, even if the other party's attitude is stronger.

"No matter what you are looking for, I am willing to help you, and you can take this as my reward." Sherlock replied evasively, "And, I think you are definitely not interested in threatening other people's lives, otherwise , you will not appear in London 20 years later with the same face, you will not think that Asian faces are really indistinguishable to us, a small number of them are, but not including you, Miss Tang."

"You can call me Petunia." Tang Peiling said slowly.

"It seems that we have reached a consensus, Petunia." Sherlock said in a natural tone, "You will not grow old, or do you use any special anti-aging ingredients?"

Tang Peiling smiled: "The people who know my true identity are already dead. Are you sure you are more interested in 'who am I' than 'what am I looking for'? Do you really want to know?"

Sherlock has met a murderer with a smile on his face while stabbing a knife into someone's stomach. Obviously Tang Peiling's smile has nothing to do with a perverted murderer, but he can't see through the other party's smiling face for a while. Get useful information.

Sherlock didn't feel frustrated, his fighting spirit seemed to be ignited: "Well, I hope your answer can increase the interest of the case."

"Tell me what you know." Tang Peiling said straightforwardly.

"Of course, I will, but first, I want to know whether you are looking for people or goods." Sherlock said, "Or, are you looking for people or goods."

"You're so smart, guess what." Tang Peiling also became playful.

"The man," said Sherlock, "and the goods in that man's hand."

Tang Peiling smiled even more heartily: "How do you know?"

Sherlock has never felt like this before. Tang Peiling's aura is completely different from the ordinary people he has come into contact with. The other party doesn't seem to be hiding anything, but she can lightly fend off the key topics, and her gestures are casual intimidation. .Tang Peiling seemed to have let him know everything, but it seemed to be all insignificant things. The sense of distance made Sherlock start to doubt his original judgment.

"You and Jason have one thing in common." Sherlock said, "Even if I guessed your purpose, you are very calm, so you must be the same kind of people, but you don't know the person Jason is looking for, but you and His purpose is the same, so it can only belong to that person.”

"You must have offended many people, Mr. Detective." Compared to Sherlock's extremely fast speech, Tang Peiling's tone was unusually slow and relaxed.

"Sherlock." The detective said, "There's no need for us to appear alienated in terms of names. Back to the point, if you really want to find someone, at least let me know the simplest physical features."

"Jason didn't tell you?"

"He told me some insignificant things, but I found out that what he was looking for was actually someone, and this person was not on the list of missing persons in the past six months." Sherlock said.

"Actually, I don't need your assistance." Tang Peiling put down the quill, "I just hope you can stop the investigation immediately and never touch it again, you don't understand how dangerous it is, and I'm not going to let you understand. "

Sherlock shrugged and said lightly: "Otherwise, what are you going to do, threaten my friends and family?"

"No." Tang Peiling smiled sweetly, "I will make you forget about this, forget about me, forget about Jason, don't doubt the truth of this sentence, since you think I'm an alien."

Sherlock seemed to have been humiliated, he pretended to be calm, and said resentfully: "Then you should have prevented me from remembering anything from the very beginning, I mean 20 years ago."

Tang Peiling said softly: "I did do that, but you still remember me, which more or less proves that you are a special human being."

The author has something to say: It can probably be understood as a story between a vixen and a scholar, but this scholar is not easy to fool~