[Comprehensive English and American] The years I opened a grocery store in Queens

Unknowingly, the Witch's Grocery Store has been open for almost a year, and it's time to make a year-end summary.

Other shops hired special accountants to do year-end summaries, but Isabella's business in the past year was only a handful, and she had already calculated her income for the year in less than an hour.

From the book point of view, her income is still considerable, but her expenses are also huge. Production materials and New York prices account for the majority of expenses. When the income and expenses are combined, she has no profit at all this year, thanks to Tony Stark's investment can support the operation of the entire grocery store.

When Isabella checked the accounts, she found that the detective in Baker Street who bought the human () skin () mask originally wanted to pay her two onyx, because he claimed to check the quality, and only paid her one onyx. This is a debt.

Therefore, Isabella had to go to Baker Street to collect the debt.

Isabella had Apparated to Baker Street at 37:27 p.m. London was five hours ahead of New York, and it was [-]:[-] p.m.

The lights at 221 Baker Street were still on, and Isabella rang the doorbell, and it was still the same lady who called her "poor child" who opened the door.

Mrs. Hudson saw Isabella, and her memory reminded her that it was the red-haired girl who had come to Sherlock a few months earlier.

"You go back, Sherlock can no longer take any cases." Mrs. Hudson's tone revealed sadness.

Isabella already knew that Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a famous detective through the Internet, and he was extremely popular on social networks.

Isabella originally thought about asking Sherlock Holmes to promote her shop on social networks in the name of compensation.

"I'm not here to let Mr. Sherlock investigate the case, I'm here..."

Mrs. Hudson suddenly realized: "I see, Sherlock will be very pleased that you are still willing to visit him. Watson is upstairs, you can go find him."

Although Isabella didn't understand the meaning of Mrs. Hudson's words, since she could go upstairs, there was no need to have more communication with Mrs. Hudson.

Isabella went upstairs, knocked on the door, and it was again John H. Watson who answered.

Compared to a few months ago, Watson was much thinner. He had two big bags under his eyes, and his eyes were still covered with bloodshot eyes. He looked very heavy.

Watson looked at Isabella outside the door. He saw her recognizable pale skin and red hair, and he remembered that it was the lady who had come to ask Sherlock to find a cat.

Watson turned sideways to let Isabella in, and Isabella found that everything in the room was covered with a black curtain, and on the wall in the middle of the room was a black and white photo of Sherlock Holmes, This is clearly a posthumous photo.

Watson made a cup of English black tea for Isabella and brought it to her. Seeing that she was adorning the photo of Sherlock's death, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Sherlock had handled so many major cases during his lifetime, but now his life has passed away and his reputation has been ruined. Only a lady who once asked him to find a cat still remembers him and is willing to visit him.

"He will be glad to know you are here," Watson said to Isabella.

"Really?" Isabella was puzzled. Would she be happy to see the creditor coming?

Watson nodded: "He just didn't say anything."

"Then can I see him?" Isabella asked, she wanted to get things done as soon as possible and return to Queens as soon as possible to continue business.

"Not yet," replied Watson. "The funeral will be in three days."

When Isabella saw the black-and-white photos of Sherlock Holmes, she had vaguely guessed this possibility, but she still didn't dare to make a conclusion, thinking that it might be Sherlock Holmes' bad taste, the world's famous detective chief There are some strange hobbies that ordinary people can't understand, but Watson's words affirmed her guess.

Now that the person has passed away, there is no reason to pursue the account. Isabella learned from Watson that Sherlock Holmes fell to his death. Watson mentioned the death of Sherlock Holmes in a tone of no Comes out bitter.

The funeral was held as scheduled three days later. A small church was filled with white flowers. The half-open coffin was placed in the center. The choir recited prayers. Only a handful of people attended the funeral.

This gentleman's popularity may not be very good.

Isabella was sitting in the back row, and beside her was a man wrapped in a black suit. He had a particularly strange nose. Isabella was sure that she had never seen him, but she felt that he looked very familiar.

After the priest finished his eulogy, Watson delivered a tribute to the late Sherlock Holmes, his eyes and nose were red, obviously from a lot of tears.

Watson patted the back of the lady beside him, took a deep breath, walked to the microphone, and looked around at the guests attending the funeral: "Thank you for coming to the funeral of Sherlock Holmes, our love will accompany him to heaven path of."

After Watson finished speaking, the man with the strange nose next to Isabella snorted coldly.

"Sherlock has always been a genius, he has extraordinary wisdom, excellent judgment and keen insight."

Seriousness at a funeral is the last respect for the dead. Isabella thought it was the minimum etiquette, but the man with the weird nose obviously didn't understand this etiquette. He said to Isabella beside him: "He Quite true, isn't it?"

The man with the strange nose had a deep voice, as if he was deliberately suppressing his throat.

Watson paused for a moment, and sadness welled up, his voice trembling: "Although he is arrogant, poisonous, unreasonable, and sometimes a little neurotic..."

The man with the strange nose stood up and interrupted Watson: "Excuse me, I don't think Mr. Sherlock Holmes is such a person."

This impolite behavior attracted everyone's attention to him, but he kept a calm face. Isabella sat a little far away from him, lest others think that she knew this impolite man with a strange nose.

The funeral process came to the final step, and the guests arrived to lay flowers and pray for Sherlock Holmes before the coffin of Sherlock Holmes.

Holding a white lily in her hand, Isabella came to Sherlock Holmes' coffin, and when she lowered her head in remembrance, she saw his face in the coffin.

The dead Sherlock Holmes had a calm face. Although there were no signs of life, his face remained the same, and it did not turn black or purple.

Isabella placed the lily in front of his coffin and said "Amen".

Isabella did not see off Sherlock Holmes' coffin, although Watson repeatedly invited her, but she refused.

When Watson and the others boarded the hearse and headed to the cemetery, Isabella took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Sherlock Holmes' mobile phone.

The information exchange between Isabella and Sherlock Holmes originally only had the order message, but now Isabella has added a debt collection message:

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I wonder if you are still satisfied with the product?If you are satisfied, please pay the rest of the price.

After a while, Isabella received a reply with only four short words: very satisfied.

The church was empty, except for Isabella, only the man with the strange nose who made trouble at the funeral just now was still here. He stood beside the huge cross, casting a long and narrow figure on the ground.

Isabella understood everything, put back her phone, and walked to the man with the strange nose: "It's the first time I've seen someone attend my funeral."

"It is indeed a special life experience."

The strange nose was just a disguise, and Sherlock Holmes was not dead at all, and instead of being dead, he attended his own funeral alive and kicking.

Isabella's amber green eyes were like glass beads, and her mind was as transparent as her eyes.

Isabella guessed that Sherlock Holmes was not dead at all the moment she saw the body. A person who has been dead for at least three days should not have that kind of skin, at least it should be blue and dark. She was also there For a moment, I understood the real purpose of the human () leather mask I made.

The corpse in the coffin was just the skin of Sherlock Holmes stuck on it, not Sherlock Holmes himself at all.

Sherlock Holmes took out a piece of onyx from the pocket of his black suit, but did not pass it to Isabella. He asked, "Since I have already guessed it, why didn't I tell Watson?"

"You have your own considerations, and I don't want to interfere at will."

A special human () leather mask was ordered a few months ago. From this point of view, the gentleman in front of him should have set up a delicate game, and it is not kind to break the game at will.

"Besides, you must have considered the variables," Isabella added, "Even if I tell the truth, no one will believe it, and I might be dismissed as delusional, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who knows You are still alive."

There was joy in Sherlock Holmes' eyes. Even though he didn't show it clearly, he still had a different view of the red-haired woman in front of him. He was not willing to judge her wisdom, but at least he affirmed her is a wise man.

Sherlock Holmes liked to mingle with intelligent people.

"That's right, how did you judge this?"

"Because at the scene, except for Mr. Watson who was really sad, the faces of the rest of the people did not look sad at all."

Not to mention that a tall, slender woman with blond hair let out a small exclamation when she glimpsed the corpse in the coffin. Her voice was not loud, but Isabella's senses were much more sensitive than ordinary people. The exclamation happened to fall in Isabella's ears, and Isabella guessed that she most likely wanted to feel the realism of the corpse.

"Obviously you set up such a bureau, only Mr. Watson was kept in the dark."

"Completely correct."

"Then let me ask a little more, why do you have to hide it from Mr. Watson?"

Isabella could read from Watson's expression at the funeral that he was genuinely saddened by the death of Sherlock Holmes.

Professor X once taught Isabella: Don't use emotions to deceive people who really care about you.

Presumably Watson really regarded Sherlock as his best friend, and Sherlock really shouldn't have treated him like this if it wasn't for some unavoidable reason.

"Because there are some things that only he believes, others will believe," said Sherlock Holmes. "Now stretch out your hand."

Isabella stretched out her hand, and Sherlock Holmes put the owed onyx in her hand, and the faces of the two were reflected in the red cut surface.

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This is an adaptation of the plot of Sherlock

Charlotte had an episode of suspended animation, but the original only gave hypotheses and guesses