[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

The next day, Lydia got off work on time. She originally planned to go home to get her stuff and go straight to London, but as soon as she walked downstairs to the newspaper office, she saw a somewhat familiar red sports car parked viciously in front of the newspaper office. main entrance.

She wanted to turn a blind eye, who knew that the wicked car owner honked when he saw her coming out, completely ignoring other people's gazes, she walked along the sidewalk, and the car followed her slowly.

Lydia stopped and turned to look at the car owner: "Mr. Stark."

Tony took off his sunglasses and shook at her: "Get in the car."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I have an appointment tonight." Lydia looked at her watch. It was already past five o'clock in London, and it was already past ten o'clock in London. If it was later, 221b would probably be asleep.

She said to Tony very sincerely: "I may be very busy during this time, if you want, we can meet again in a few days."

She originally wanted to leave directly, but the other party came to the door specially, and it would be too impolite to just leave, so she thought about it, walked to the side of the driver's seat, supported the car door with one hand, and pulled Tony's tie with the other, He bowed his head and kissed him.

This is different from the superficial kiss last time. This time, both of them used some skills to conquer each other, but Tony has rich experience, and Lydia is not the first kiss. When they finally parted, both of them were breathing a bit unsteadily .

There was some lipstick on Tony's mouth, and Lydia herself was not much better. She looked at Tony and laughed, reached out and wiped his lips, and whispered in his ear, "Let's meet another day."

Tony looked at her, didn't say anything more, and drove away from here.

Lydia watched his car disappear around the corner with a smile, found a corner where no one was around, got some makeup done, and then started the teleportation.

Flirting with a domineering president is fun, but for Lydia, dollars are more interesting than sex.

The teleportation point on Baker Street was opened last night. This is her second teleportation point in London. The previous one was located in the wizarding world, and it is completely unsuitable for use now.

After the teleportation is enabled, all teleportation costs only half of the initial price. Although the $550 back and forth still makes Lydia feel very heartbroken, it is at least within the acceptable range.

The teleportation point ensures that she will not attract anyone's attention when she suddenly appears, so Lydia did not appear in the alley last night, but at the corner 50 meters away.

When Lydia turned the corner, she looked up and saw Watson standing at the window on the second floor staring at the alley. He also saw Lydia, and shrank his head a little embarrassed.

After a while, the door of 221b opened, and Watson stood at the door and said awkwardly, "Please come in, uh—"

"Lydia Morrison." Lydia smiled politely, "You can call me Lydia."

Watson turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, and welcomed her in, then closed the door, and walked behind Lydia.

Lydia pushed open the door, and saw her target wearing a black shirt, sitting on the sofa with a straight back, looking like a British gentleman, completely different from yesterday wearing a nightgown squatting on the sofa Just two people.

Sherlock turned his head slightly, made eye contact with Lydia, and said briefly, "Sit."

Then he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and pressed his lips together and stopped talking.

Where to sit?The armchair across from him?

Lydia hadn't moved yet. Watson, who entered the door after her, heard this, and moved a chair to the center of the room spontaneously, forming a triangle with the two sofas.

Lydia: Very crude hospitality really.

After she sat down, Watson also sat on another single sofa. Until this time, Sherlock took a deep breath, put down his hand, opened his eyes and looked at Lydia, but he didn't Open your mouth.

"Mr. Holmes, my name is Lydia Morrison." Lydia said with a smile, "Have you thought about where I come from?"

No one answered, Lydia also felt embarrassed, and continued: "I know you all saw me walk into the alley, but it is a dead end, there is no manhole cover, the windows on both sides are more than four meters from the ground, and There are no traces of climbing, so how did I disappear?"

This is also what makes Sherlock feel strange. He checked the alley repeatedly last night, and there is nothing wrong. Watson looked at Sherlock and then at Lydia, without saying a word.

Lydia looked at Sherlock with a smile, and said after a while, "I came here because I actually want to ask Mr. Holmes for something."

Watson had a "finally here" expression on his face, and Lydia looked away from his face so as not to laugh at herself. Sherlock didn't think she was asking about the case, and he hadn't solved the problem yet. The Enigma has always been very patient: "Say."

"I hope you can take a photo." Lydia said, looking into those sharp gray eyes, maintaining a smile on her face, "and I hope you can sign the photo."

"So you are an admirer of Sherlock?" Watson laughed, and Lydia felt a little embarrassed, but her ability to perform on the spot has always been good, and she did not deliberately adjust her emotions, but showed One with an awkward smile: "It's a friend of mine."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her without speaking, Lydia quickly made up a story in her mind: "She saw your report in the newspaper and admired it very much, but she didn't dare to come, so she had to let me come. "

This is not a lie, customers are also friends.

She seemed to have suddenly broken the previous state of politeness and rustiness, and her tone of voice became familiar: "That deerstalker hat suits you very well, it's very cute."

"Hahahahaha!" John Watson, a little heartless and cheerful, laughed loudly, and these words seemed to shorten the distance between him and Lydia suddenly, "I also think that hat suits him very well, But he always denied it himself."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and looked at Watson. The expression of the woman in front of him did not seem to be lying, but he always felt that something was wrong, but before he could think of anything, the door downstairs was knocked heavily. It rang.

"Ha, Scotland Yard." Sherlock leaned back on the sofa, and Watson quickly stood up and went downstairs to open the door.

Lydia looked in the direction of the stairs, and soon Watson led someone up. It was a not too burly police officer with an anxious face. Sherlock closed his eyes and said, " Not interested in."

"Serial murder!" the police officer yelled frantically. "This is the third case! Sherlock!"

Sherlock still leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed and didn't make any sound. Only now did Lydia feel the power of this private detective. Scotland Yard actually came to ask a private detective when they encountered a difficult case.

However, this police officer's style of painting is a bit similar to Watson's. He didn't see Lydia sitting on the chair until now: "Are you...?"

"Irrelevant people." Sherlock opened his eyes and said, "What about the details this time?"

"Exactly the same modus operandi, clean throat slitting," the officer quickly turned his attention away from Lydia and answered Sherlock's question, "but he left a message."

"I'll follow you." Sherlock nodded expressionlessly, and after watching the police officer leave, he bounced up from the sofa with an unstoppable excited expression on his face, "Three cases in a row Homicide! Great!"

Lydia knew that Sherlock was leaving in a few minutes, so she quickly took out her precious camera from her bag. As if she had just realized her existence, Sherlock looked at her and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Lydia raised the camera in her hand: "Give me ten seconds, very quickly."

Sherlock ignored her, and turned around very imposingly, with the windbreaker on his body raised slightly, Lydia grabbed the camera and took a few pictures in a row. I don't know if these pictures can be seen, but it is good if you can take them No, it's a big deal and come back tomorrow.

She stuffed the camera back into her bag and walked down behind Watson and Sherlock. Sherlock hailed a taxi and got in directly. Watson poked his head out of the car to say goodbye to her: "It's getting late, go back quickly."

Lydia waved to this warm-hearted good man: "Goodbye, Sherlock, I'll come to get your autograph when I develop the photos tomorrow."

"Drive." Sherlock said to the taxi driver ahead, without looking at her.

Lydia stood on the side of the road and watched their car drive away, walked to the opposite alley, and teleported home.

The computer screen at home was on, showing that she had received a new message, which was sent by the wealthy customer half an hour ago: [Have you seen Sherlock? ] Lydia quickly replied: [I see, I have got the photo! ] Probably she replied too late, and the customer didn't speak again after that.