[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

003.

Jian Ruo really felt a little regretful.

This is really the sin of the previous life.

She sighed and got up to make breakfast, thanking dear Ms. Lee, at least she still left some basic ingredients, and she "argued" with Sherlock for most of the afternoon yesterday before she really dealt with all the contracts and related matters Sure, but she didn't have time to buy daily necessities at all, so she could only go to a nearby supermarket to buy toothbrushes and towels, and was going to pick out other things carefully today.

today Tomorrow Day after Tomorrow.

Three days should be enough, two days for selection and purchase, and one day for blank time.

She carelessly stir-fried the rice, the golden eggs mixed with the crystal clear rice, making a crackling sound.

The fragrance spreads.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes came out of his bedroom, wiggled his nose, sat on the sofa, and shook out a newspaper that he didn't know when he put it.

"a cup of coffee."

Jian Ruo shook the pot expressionlessly, and put the rice into the bowl effortlessly.

two bowls.

Then he answered the other party without looking back: "I am not your servant!"

"...a cup of coffee, please."

Jian Ruo ferociously made a cup of coffee.

"I think it's meaningless for you to be obsessed with one word." Sherlock took the coffee, took a sip, and observed Jian Ruo calmly.

"This is honorific speech." Jian Ruo put the bowl in front of him, "Respectful speech!"

"I'm assuming you're looking for respect in an optional honorific—" Sherlock drew out.

"This is a courtesy, Mr. Holmes." Jane said with a smile on her face, "Now, you can eat."

"—Actually, I don't think the word means anything." Sherlock said, frowning, "...what is this?"

"breakfast."

"Chinese? No, I refuse."

Jian Ruo smiled: "Oh." - Then you must be hungry.Although she didn't say anything, Sherlock had already read the sentence.

This is really not a good thing.

Sherlock frowned as if condescending, and took a bite.

……

Jian Ruo put the bowl into the cupboard while humming a song, bypassed Sherlock who was sitting in the living room and didn't know what to do, and walked into her bedroom.

No matter what you say to refuse, in the end you can't eat clean.She hooked her lips and took her wallet.

Although it was only one day, she felt as if she had already figured out Sherlock's routine.

Bear child, touch along the hair.

Oh, it's actually quite simple, isn't it?

She dug out the book.

Slippers, cups... refills, she counted again, is there anything else?

Oh, right!

She looked bitterly at the bedroom door, and there was a lock!

…About locks, did Sherlock say something yesterday?

Hmm... It seems to suggest that she should not buy a lock or something?

For a moment, Jian Ruo thought a lot. For example, this roommate is a locksmith, or a thief or something... Maybe he has been a teacher of the best locksmith in the UK in order to make a living since he was a child, and he has traveled around the UK all his life. Come to the door to open the lock for those who unfortunately lost their keys and let them go home...

Jian Ruo was almost moved by this story!There seemed to be a young figure in front of her eyes, dressed in rags, carrying an unlocked toolbox—this box was heavier than him, running around in the unpredictable rainy days of England, and then getting wet all over, Poorly standing in front of someone else's door, unlocking, changing the lock, and assigning keys under the watchful eyes of the whole family——

She sighed sadly, and decided to be nice to Mr. Holmes.

——Although this roommate is very weird and can pick locks, what if he is actually suffering?

While humming "Song of Selling Newspapers", she used the 0.5 carbon pen to write down the purchase of locks in the notebook, then went through it carefully, put all the things she wanted into the backpack, and closed the Door.

Mr. Holmes in the drawing room was still sitting there, as if he had not moved from his nest at all since then.

—Maybe he really didn't move.

"Good afternoon, Jane, are you going out?" Sherlock, who was motionless with his eyes closed, suddenly asked.

"Uh... yes, sir." Jian Ruo lowered her voice.

Sherlock paused for a moment, then turned around and glanced at Jian Ruo with a strange expression: "What strange things are thinking in your little head——"

"It's not important, Mr. Holmes." Jane Ruo interrupted his forthcoming chatter, "I'm going out to do some shopping, do you need me to bring something?"

God knows that Jian Ruo just wanted to be polite when she said this.

Sherlock had already turned: "Oh - I'd like coffee and some nicotine patches if I may."

Jian Ruo, who just wanted to be polite: "...What? Oh, oh, I will try my best."

If Jane said "I try my best", she was saying "Hehe, I don't."

Obviously, the British can't understand the charm of this kind of agreement. Sherlock's gaze was unpredictable for a while, as if he didn't expect Jian Ruo's reaction. He turned his back to Jian Ruo and narrowed his eyes: "..."

Jane Ruo didn't know anything about it, she pushed open the door and walked out with a strange mood.

She paused for a moment, somehow feeling as if she had forgotten something.

... what's the matter?

She pouted and closed the door.

……

With the bag in her hand, Jian Ruo suddenly stopped beside the street lamp.stood for a while.There was no one around in the afternoon. The owner of a fruit shop squinted his eyes and waved his beat in boredom. Three or two pedestrians walked together loosely. A husky that was out of the control of the owner ran all the way, dragging the rein.

At the intersection on the right, the side of the road was crowded with people. It seemed that some special event was being held. Everyone was huddled together to watch the excitement, and burst into cheers from time to time.The red light on the other side of the sidewalk was on, and the vehicles drove past unhurriedly.

Not right.

If Jane thinks about it, she always feels...someone is watching me.

The green light is on.

She hammered her palms in frustration, started trotting, rushed across the sidewalk without warning, and plunged into the opposite street.

ran into the crowd.

Dodged?Jane Ruo asked herself.

She used people as a cover, cheered with the crowd, and was quiet together, as if she was one of them, not like a passerby who suddenly broke in a few seconds ago.

Chameleons are good at camouflaging their environment.

Jian Ruo's fingers convulsed and trembled unnaturally.

Hunters will not give up their prey easily, Jian Ruo knows this very well.

She stared at the stage with bright eyes, thinking about how to leave.

I thought that when I came to the UK, everything would be fine.She wondered a little tiredly, did this happen just after arriving here?

Who will it be?Who is watching her?Who is following her?Is it someone this body knows?Is it a "friend" of the body's parents?Jian Ruo thought in disgust.

Better not.She was smiling, with just the right amount of blush on her face.

Best, no.

……

Along the way, she was worried, but she finally walked back home. As soon as she reached the door, Jian Ruo remembered what she had forgotten.

--key.

She rang the doorbell in a complicated mood.

It used to be!It used to be!The black history is that every time I forgot to bring the key, I was locked out by myself, and finally had to open the phone of the lock company over and over again. In the end, even the little brother who opened the lock knew her. Hey!

... Fortunately, there are roommates.

She pressed it once and waited for a while, but no one came to open the door.

She pressed it again.

A gust of wind blew, and the door of the opposite house opened. The chubby little boy wobbled a bag of garbage, put it at the door, took a few breaths, then looked at Jian Ruo curiously, and blinked. Blinking, tilting her head, as if wondering what this unknown person was doing, Jian Ruo lowered her head slowly, and looked at the little boy.

The little boy was so frightened that he quickly backed away and closed the door with a "bang".

Jane Ruo: ...

She touched her face unconsciously.

... No no no no no, this must not be my problem, this little boy must be too timid!definitely is!

She simply put the bag on the ground and rang the doorbell furiously.

The doorbell rang one after another.

The door opened.

Her roommate looked unhappy, and scanned Jian Ruo from top to bottom: "...I thought that everyone with a brain would understand that you need to bring your keys when you go out--obviously many people like to keep their keys The brain as an ornament."

"Are you complimenting my beauty?" Jian Ruo said softly, but she pushed away Sherlock's body blocking the door, "Thank you so much, Mr. Holmes."

Her steps slowed.

At some point, the whole living room has been filled with things belonging to "Sherlock Holmes", yes - experimental equipment placed in a mess, books, pillows - with the flag of the British Empire printed on it, teacups, obviously British Painted rugs and drapes.

——There is also a gentleman with a cane—oh no, a black umbrella, sitting gracefully on the sofa. Obviously, this also belongs to "Sherlock Holmes"—his guest.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." The other party nodded slightly at her, showing a polite and reserved smile.

Mr. with the Black Umbrella: Of course I belong to Holmes.

【Smile】

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