[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Time and Space BUG Repairman

With the most polite attitude, John Watson tactfully looked at the girl who was smiling at him in front of him.

Thin shoulders, slender limbs, and fair skin all symbolize fragility and harmlessness.The only thing that made him feel unusual was the pair of dark pupils with no emotion.

Oh, but so what?

He already regretted disturbing the girl's life, but he still kept in mind Sherlock's entrustment - to delay the girl for at least 5 minutes, so that he could find some clues in the garden.

"Hello!" Watson greeted with a warm smile: "I traveled here with, uh, my friend and found this old house. I feel... the old-fashioned castle it contains Mysterious atmosphere, so I unconsciously knocked on your door, please forgive me for disturbing you."

The girl's expression didn't change at all. After listening to a long explanation from him, she uttered a clear single voice: "Oh."

"..." Watson, who was standing upright, smiled a little stiffly, and then comforted himself with understanding - this is just a necessary vigilance for people who live alone.

"My name is Watson, John Watson." He introduced himself: "From London."

"Hello." The girl finally stretched out her hand: "You can call me Connie."

The two shook hands, and Lin Sheng invited him into the room: "I rarely have tourists here."

Walking into the room, passing through the hall, you will find a spacious and simple living room.

Watson saw at a glance that a burly stranger who was not inferior to the red-haired client was sitting at the dining table, guarding a large pile of food and eating boldly.

"Uh, hello." Watson was obviously stunned for a moment. This situation was completely different from the "living alone" mentioned by the client.

Sol nodded with a smile, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then drank a big gulp of beer, smiling a little maliciously: "Your expression seems to be very surprised, do you think I shouldn't be here?"

Watson's heart rate was slightly out of order. Unexpectedly, the blond man with thick lines on the opposite side was actually very careful.

But Watson, who has been involved in various bizarre cases with Sherlock all the year round, is not someone who can be questioned with a single sentence. He raised the corners of his mouth apologetically, and moved his eyes to the food on the table: "I'm just a little weird, It's clearly three o'clock in the afternoon, but you seem to be eating."

"Ha." With a hearty smile, the man's azure blue pupils were as pure as a spring of comfort: "I just woke up, I was too tired last night."

After finishing speaking, he winked provocatively at Lin Sheng who was standing aside.

Lin Sheng stared back indifferently—I had recently arranged for him a lot of missions to other countries, so he was expressing his dissatisfaction?

Sol nodded immediately.

Alright—Lin Sheng promised him with his eyes that he would reduce the dose appropriately.

Watson's thoughts on the side were already running in a very bad direction. He looked at the flirting (?) young couple (?) in embarrassment, and felt that his 100-watt light bulb was superfluous.

The other party, Man, also slightly let go of his worries about that annoying peeper. The girl does not live alone, so it is always much safer.

Lin Sheng greeted him: "Please sit down, would you like tea or coffee?"

With that said, he walked towards the kitchen.

When Watson saw the direction she was going in, he suddenly had a bad feeling—it was connected to the back garden, and if he went to the kitchen now, he might run into Sherlock!

"Don't bother me, I'm not thirsty, thank you." I couldn't help but stood up and shouted.

Lin Sheng stopped walking, turned his head and looked at him with concerned and inquiring eyes: "Are you sure? Didn't you travel here?"

"Yes." Watson insisted, and then asked in doubt, "Why?"

"I didn't see you driving, so you must have rowed over from the pier. The nearest pier is 1.7 miles away from the house. You don't have a backpack, and you don't carry necessary supplies such as water bottles and dry food. It can be seen that I knew in advance that there were dwellings here, so I came straight here."

"You misunderstood, I just walked around, and I didn't expect to come here." Watson tried to explain.

Unexpectedly, Lin Sheng walked up to him, leaned closer, and moved his nose lightly: "For this distance, it takes 11 minutes to run quickly, and it takes about half an hour to walk. Your body exudes a clean and fresh air. It’s obviously a very leisurely stroll, this period of time is not long or short, but for a traveler who came here specially from London, it’s not like he can’t even have a drink, right?”

Looking at his empty hand unnaturally, Watson knew that he had been found out, but he still had a very familiar feeling about this situation.

Yes, it's all too familiar!Such a disgusting and gratifying feeling!

He looked at the girl with pitch-black pupils in front of him resignedly, and planned to honestly explain his reason for coming: "Okay, since you can see it, then I..."

Before I finished speaking, the girl in front of me smiled happily, clapped her hands together, and made a clear and sunny sound: "I knew I guessed it right! You are obviously thirsty."

Watson's heart was hanging in mid-air, dumbfounded, looking at the girl who had gone through a lot of trouble in the analysis, and finally came to this conclusion: "...you said so much, just to prove that I should be Thirsty?"

Lin Sheng looked at him strangely: "Yes, what else?"

"Ha..." The heart returned to its original position, and Watson scratched his head—he just said, it is enough that there is an inhuman genius like Sherlock Holmes in this world.How can God create more, and the world is going to be destroyed?

However, he looked at the young girl in front of him with admiration. The reasoning just now was very exciting, and he couldn't help thinking about how his arrogant companion would react when he saw this scene.

"I guess, you like coffee." As he spoke, Lin Sheng continued to walk towards the kitchen, intending to get some drinks for the visitors.

"Ah no!" Watson stopped her again. This time he silently screened for a long time, and then said a reason that he felt was not so easy to be discovered: "Actually, I am allergic to coffee."

"Oh?" The girl's eyebrows were raised, and her innocent expression was slightly surprised: "Then why are there coffee stains on your cuffs?"

Watson was startled when he heard the words, subconsciously raised his hand, looked at the sleeve, and pulled it up to expose his arm - it was very clean, there was nothing there.

Just as she was about to ask, the girl in front of her said apologetically, "It seems that I misread it, so I'll go and make you a cup of tea."

Damn you can't stay out of the kitchen? !

Watson, who was full of the idea of ​​not letting her run into Sherlock, tried to dissuade him for the third time: "Wait, wait a minute..."

With a glance, he saw several cans of unopened beer in the hands of the blond man.

"If you don't mind, can I drink this if I want to?" With Saul's consent politely, Watson opened a can and poured it into his thirsty and nervous mouth.

Lin Sheng looked at Mr. Watson who had finally found a legitimate reason not to let him into the kitchen with a bit of regret, and a faint malice grew in his heart——

"Then I'll go make myself a cup of tea."

"Cough, cough——" Hearing this, a gulp of beer almost spewed out of Watson's nose. He coughed violently, put the beer can on the table, frantically looked for a tissue, and stretched out his other hand feebly. Lin Sheng's location: "Ahem, wait, wait a minute! I...I want to cough...ask you...about this villa."

Looking at the embarrassment of the other party, Lin Sheng's faint dissatisfaction at being interrupted by the "party" was finally relieved.

Satisfied, she turned around, no longer insisted on going to the kitchen, but sat down on the chair next to Watson.

The girl smiled innocently and purely: "Just ask."

In this short period of time, she has completely figured out the temperament of this uninvited guest, as well as the tacit understanding and loyalty between him and another companion.

Watson conscientiously asked a lot of questions that even he was not interested in - "When was this villa built?" "The stone he used is really unforgettable!" "You really have a vision!" In such a peaceful paradise”…

He secretly estimated the time, hoping that Sherlock's speed would be faster.

The lush lawn in the back garden is full of various flowers and plants of different varieties.

The detective is carefully looking for available clues, the more he searches, the more incredible he finds.

Yes, incredible!

There is no doubt that he is proficient in geology, botany and toxicology, and these skills can help him solve the case.

But what he found in this garden has surpassed all the cognition he has accumulated in the past few decades.

The ferns that should have grown in the polar cold regions, the vigorous moist moss that spreads in full sun, the dense forest pitcher that can swallow a whole rabbit, and the hideous and terrifying "flowers that have never been seen before" ", the spring-like weeds that entangled his shoe several times in an attempt to stop him from moving forward...

These wonderful things are hidden in the inconspicuous corners of this inconspicuous park, growing vigorously.

He studied their rhizomes with a magnifying glass, and then selected several, carefully pulled them out, put them in a sealed bag that he carried with him, and planned to return to the London laboratory to study them.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a messy garden with strange tastes, but under the meticulous search of detectives, it is found that this is simply a botanist's utopia, God's Eden!

Putting more than a dozen sealed bags into his pocket, Sherlock focused his eyes on the stone steps laid on the lawn again.

Almost holding his breath, he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, which was not conducive to movement, and lay down his whole body, almost lying on the grass. He took out a magnifying glass, and stared at A huge footprint in the stone—a footprint, not a shoe.

It may be fun to walk barefoot on this kind of grass, but for a super giant with a length of about 49 yards, a weight of about 230 kilograms, and a height of more than three meters, this kind of feeling seems very different.

Sherlock put away the magnifying glass. He already knew the appearance and characteristics of the owner of the footprints, and estimated from the walking pace—this giant entered the villa through the door connecting the kitchen to the garden.

A fallen leaf fell around the footprints, and in a blink of an eye, the fallen leaf was blown to Sherlock by an inexplicable breeze.

The detective picked up the leaf—it was just an ordinary ginkgo leaf.

Today's weather is sunny, cloudless and there is no wind and grass.

Then he gently placed his palm on the footprints, from bottom to top of the stone steps, a small whirlwind gathered unreasonably, wrapping the fresh footprints.

This is really... amazing!

Sherlock almost wanted to return to Baker Street and send a pennant to the long-winded client and write a letter—the savior of boredom!

He stood up straight, exhaled a long breath, and the joyful feeling that erupted from the bottom of his heart filled him with a trembling tingling pleasure from head to toe.

This is a reverence for the unknown, and a re-examination of the whole world.

The memory of goldfish is only 7 seconds, so for it, no matter how small the fish tank is, it only needs to turn around to open up a new world.

And Sherlock Holmes—in the 30 years he lived, he thought countless times that the world was extremely dogmatic, to the point of being rigid and hopeless, and the fixed events that happened every day could no longer satisfy his non-stop, non-stop brain. .

There is nothing new under the sun, and he has never felt the happiness of a goldfish.

The detective stretched out his arm and tore off the three nicotine patches attached to it - he no longer needed the stimulation of this kind of thing, he was already very excited.

With a few small steps, he jumped to the garden gate nimbly like a child.

Slipped a step along the greasy stone steps, then stood firmly at the door.

He peered in through the frosted glass. The kitchen was empty.

Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned it lightly, and at the same time wiped off the mud and moss on the soles of his shoes, and walked into the house without a sound.

From the kitchen, one could clearly hear the question and answer conversation between Watson and a girl in the living room, mixed with the thick laughter of a strange man.

Suddenly, Sherlock heard a faint knocking sound from a huge freezer beside him.

Through the thick freezer lid, there was a sound like finger tapping.

[In her room, there will always be one or even multiple people talking, but every time I guard the door, all I see is her going in and out alone. 】

Sherlock stared intently at the freezer that could be touched by raising his hand, and stepped back half a step warily.

"Kara" - there was another sound, it seemed that there was a lock in the freezer, and the person inside was about to open it and come out.

The detective is now completely sure that there is either a passage connected to it, or a living person is frozen inside!

Without hesitation, he leaned down on the floor again, and saw that the freezer and the ground were not completely on the ground, but there was a certain distance between them.

[Connecting to the tunnel—wrong! 】

Then, there is only one possibility left.

Sherlock held his breath and stared at the top of the freezer that was about to open with an unprecedented expectation.

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The memory of goldfish actually lasts for several months. The author has 7 of them at home. Every time the author passes by the fish tank, they will rise to the surface and spit bubbles to eat. How could it be only 7 seconds?This chapter is written like this, but the plot needs it~

【spoiler!About the things in the freezer—the following is the little knowledge of the Frost Giant from Baidu]

Although they have been found to withstand normal temperatures in Asgard and in temperate regions on Earth, extreme heat can cause them to shrink and even melt, although prolonged exposure to cold will eventually cause them to return to their former size.

Everyone understands, it is the little underling of the Frost Giant who has recovered from his body in the freezer. The heroine does not know that it has sneaked back to keep warm, so she is defenseless.

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