[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia took one last look at the sign in the building window and chose to teleport.

It was almost six o'clock when she arrived downstairs on Baker Street with the cake. 221B was clearly prepared. There was a piece of paper pasted on the door of the ground floor, which said to come straight up. When she opened the door on the second floor, Watson gave She gave a warm hug: "Lydia, long time no see!"

"John! I miss you very much." Lydia hugged him back, then put the cake in her hand on the specially cleared table, turned around and gave Sherlock a hug, "Sherlock, long time no see!"

Sherlock froze, tilted his neck back subconsciously, and looked down at Lydia. Lydia didn't care about his attitude, and gently pressed her head against his chest, and said softly: " I miss you too."

Sherlock looked at Watson standing at the door, raised his hand a little uncomfortably and patted Lydia's shoulder twice, which was regarded as a hug back.

Lydia always left after flirting, she let go of Sherlock, turned around and saw a pretty young woman appeared at the door.

Watson greeted her affectionately, kissed her on the side of the cheek, and then introduced to Lydia: "This is my girlfriend, Lisa."

"Wait, John, didn't you say you would invite her?" Sherlock frowned and stared at Watson.

"Sherlock, you have no idea who I called." Watson let go of Lisa's hand, walked up to Sherlock, and said in a low voice, "Let's not discuss this now, shall we?"

His expression looked a little embarrassed, and Lisa, who was standing at the door, was also a little embarrassed. She looked at Watson, then at Sherlock, and finally shifted her gaze to Lydia.

At this time, the two men in the room couldn't rely on each other. Lydia curled up her mouth and showed a smile. She didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, walked over and grabbed the girl's hand, and gently held her He pressed down on the sofa, pointed to Sherlock and introduced to her: "This is Sherlock, I guess you should know him."

Lisa's shoulders held by Lydia were a little stiff, she looked a little nervous and nodded: "John told me about him."

"You also know that he has such a bad temper." Lydia squeezed her stiff shoulder muscles with a smile, "Honey, don't be nervous, he will just talk unforgivingly, and you will find him when you are familiar with him." very interesting."

That Lisa looked at Sherlock, and gradually relaxed under Lydia's comfort. She looked up at Lydia's side face, her ears were slightly red, and she nodded while sitting on the sofa.

Lydia patted her on the shoulder approvingly, seeing that the quiet quarrel between Sherlock and Watson hadn't finished yet, she simply walked over and grabbed Watson's shoulder, dragging him aside: "John, I When I went to get a cake, I met someone."

Watson looked away from Sherlock, and Lydia took out her phone and opened the photo album, and found the photo she secretly took more than ten minutes ago: "He looks exactly like Sherlock."

Watson's attention was indeed distracted. He looked at Strange in the photo, then at Sherlock, and spoke after a while: "This... this is really too similar."

Lydia put the phone back, raised her eyebrows at Watson, and turned her gaze to Sherlock: "It's a pity you didn't see it with your own eyes. They really look the same."

Watson nodded cooperatively, stared at Sherlock, and said seriously, "What a pity."

Sherlock looked at them inexplicably, it was already six o'clock, and Mrs. Hudson from downstairs came in one after the other, and Lydia had never seen that woman.

She greeted Watson, then turned her gaze to Sherlock: "Good evening, Sherlock."

Lydia saw that when she faced Sherlock, her expression and posture were a bit unnatural, and she had a little makeup on her face, so she knew that she had a super thick single arrow towards Sherlock, but it was a pity that Sherlock looked It means nothing to her.

Watson obviously noticed it too. He opened the cake box on the table, revealing the exquisite pumpkin-shaped cake inside. He gestured with a knife, looking a little helpless, and turned around and called, "Sherlock, Come help."

"No." Sherlock refused bluntly, turned around and picked up the violin, put it on his shoulder, flicked the bow in his hand lightly, and pulled it up smoothly.

Lydia was almost amused by him, she walked to Watson's side following the beat of the music, put one hand on his shoulder, and held the knife in his hand with the other, guiding his hand to cut go down.

The round chocolate shell shattered without much effort, revealing the luscious cake inside, which Watson cut while Lydia stood beside him to plate and deliver to those in the drawing room.

The last lady who came was talking to Mrs. Hudson, her back turned to Lydia and Watson: "Who is that lady? Is sherlock's friend too? I've never seen it."

"Honey." Lydia handed her the cake from behind, which startled her. She stood up from the sofa and turned to look at Lydia, blushing with embarrassment.

"Don't be nervous, my dear." Lydia said with a smile, her green eyes looked at each other gently, and she lifted the other's hand to catch the cake plate, "My name is Lydia Morrison, You can call me Lydia."

"My name is Jasmine." She hurriedly answered, took the plate with both hands, and looked a little nervous when facing Lydia, "Jasmine Hope, nice to meet you."

She held the plate in one hand, and stretched out her right hand to shake hands with Lydia. Lydia shook hands with her with a smile, and pressed her back on the sofa: "You're welcome, this is Sherlock's order." cake."

Sherlock had just finished drawing the last note, and the bow drew an arc in mid-air, hanging by his side, and retorted: "No, Watson ordered it."

"And you didn't object." Lydia served the cake to Mrs. Hudson and the silent Lisa, and smiled at him. Sherlock glanced at her without saying a word, and put the violin away.

Lydia took another piece of cake, leaned on the chair with her upper body, and looked at Sherlock with a smile: "To our great detective who can play the violin best."

Sherlock looked down at the cake, then at Lydia, and finally took it.

Lydia was the last one to eat. She watched everyone start to eat, and couldn't help but think of the way the cake exploded on the ground just now, but she didn't have any psychological shadows, after all, she also has this kind of recovery ability , I don't think so much about this.

She looked at the fluffy Sherlock, smiled amidst his bewildered frown, stared at him and ate the cake.

Jasmine, who had a crush on Sherlock, looked at the two of them, and couldn't help turning her head to ask Watson in a low voice, "Are Lydia and Sherlock familiar?"

"Not very familiar." Watson said uncertainly, "But Sherlock seems to like her."

"Hey, I heard you." Lydia smiled and glanced at Watson, and Watson and Jasmine fell silent for a moment.

She was used to flirting everywhere, and she didn't take it seriously when she heard this kind of words. On the contrary, Sherlock looked a little uncomfortable, pursed his pale lips, and said nothing.

After everyone finished eating the cake, Watson went to open two bottles of wine. After everyone drank too much, they were not as restrained as they were at the beginning. Jasmine didn't seem to be able to hold too much alcohol. She became excited after drinking too much. Dia's hand chatted with her: "Lydia, how long have you known Sherlock?"

"About three months." Lydia leaned lazily on the sofa, her curly long hair spread out on the back of the sofa, and Sherlock sat on the arm of her sofa, listening to Mrs. Hudson.

Watson is chatting with his girlfriend.

"It's so short!" Jasmine sighed, she was drunk, and looked at Lydia dizzily, "Then how did you and Sherlock meet?"

"Because of the photos." Lydia recalled the original rhetoric, took another sip of wine, and smiled, "A friend of mine is an admirer of Sherlock, please let me take a photo of him."

Jasmine looked at Lydia and then at Sherlock, thought for a while and asked, "Then you live nearby?"

Lydia still remembered the bet back then, she smiled and patted Sherlock's waist, Sherlock turned his head and looked down at her, probably because of the lighting problem, his eyes looked gray-green from this angle Yes, very beautiful.

"Do you know where I live now?" Lydia looked up at Sherlock and asked with a smile.

Sherlock looked away and did not meet her eyes: "New York, USA."

Lydia tilted her head towards Jasmine, indicating that this was the answer, but Jasmine no longer cared about the answer. She watched the interaction between Lydia and Sherlock, drank the wine in the glass, and stood up with her bag. Get up: "It's getting late, I'll go first."

Watson and his girlfriend also stood up, and he came over to Sherlock and said, "I'm going out tonight, too, Sherlock, come on."

Sherlock followed his gaze and glanced at Lydia who was sitting on the sofa. Her long brown hair was spread on the back of the sofa, her posture was lazy, probably because of drinking, Lydia's cheeks were a little flushed , The green eyes are also a little moist.

Perhaps aware of their gaze, Lydia looked at them, then raised the wine glass in her hand to Sherlock, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and smiled lazily: "Cheers."

Watson patted Sherlock on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and then pulled his girlfriend out.

Sherlock is not as considerate of women as he is. He looked into Lydia's eyes and asked, "Aren't you going?"

"Oh, Sherlock, how can you talk to a lady like that?" Mrs. Hudson grabbed Lydia's hand and asked with concern, "Honey, do you have a residence in London?"

Lydia originally wanted to go back to New York tonight, but the next day was the weekend, and X Academy didn't have classes, so she thought it was a good time to take this opportunity to take a good look around London.

So she shook her head at Mrs. Hudson: "I just arrived today, and I haven't booked a hotel yet."

Mrs. Hudson enthusiastically asked her to stay, Sherlock's expression changed, and finally said: "Anyway, Watson won't come back tonight, he won't mind you sleeping in his room."

Lydia seemed to understand why such a high-intelligence detective could never find a girlfriend. She couldn't help showing a smile, and said slowly, "Okay."

The muscles of Sherlock's whole body seemed to relax for a moment. He looked at Mrs. Hudson: "It's already ten or six minutes past your sleep time."

Mrs. Hudson gave Sherlock a blank look, went back to her own room, muttered something, and closed the door on the second floor.

Now only Sherlock and Lydia were left in the living room. Sherlock looked at Lydia, then at the wine glass on the table, and turned his gaze, looking a little uncomfortable.

The muscles he had just relaxed tensed again, and Lydia always found it funny to see him like this. She turned around, knelt on the sofa with one foot, put the other foot on the ground, and propped her elbows on the sofa Leaning back, staring at Sherlock.

Out of some indescribable willingness, Sherlock didn't back away, but stood up straight and looked at her with lowered eyes. Lydia suddenly showed a subtle smile, reached out and grabbed his collar, and moved closer. his face.

Sherlock could almost see his own reflection in her green eyes, and Lydia looked at his slightly stiff expression with the corners of her mouth curled up, then at his pale lips, and finally tilted her head and kissed him on the cheek One sip: "Good night kiss."

After she finished speaking, she jumped off the sofa and walked into Watson's room. Before closing the door, she poked her head out and said to him, "Sweet dream, Sherlock."

After Lydia closed the door, Sherlock raised his hand and gently touched his cheek, but there was still no extra expression on his face. He looked at Lydia's door and said to the empty living room Said: "Good night."

Then he turned aggressively and walked into his room.

Lydia smiled when she heard Sherlock close the door. The phone she threw on the bed vibrated, and an unknown number sent her a text message: [I heard you came to London?Tomorrow at 11:[-] noon, the location is still up to you. 】Lydia could tell who he was from the tone of his voice, she leaned on the bedside and happily replied: 【Let's go to Baker Street then. 】