Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

"Miss Cooper," the man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting at the desk, his body hidden in the shadows, and he could only hear the low voice echoing like a cello, "how is he doing?"

"Same as usual, sir."

The woman named Cooper handed the document in her hand to the table, and pushed it towards the person in the dark, she smiled: "But the other thing you asked me to investigate two days ago, There has been some progress."

……

After Clara Cooper reported to the gentleman, she returned to her small shop again. At this moment, it was just dawn, Baker Street was empty, the sky was a beautiful sapphire blue, and the street lights had been on all night just closed.As the proprietress of the grocery store, of course she doesn't need to open the store so early, but for a special customer and the special items that the customer needs, she has to come so early.

Sure enough, less than 2 minutes after she opened the door, a gentleman in a long black coat came in the winter morning light, with long legs striding like the wind.

Clara came up to entertain him, and thoughtfully offered a cup of hot tea.

"Good morning," Clara smiled and handed him the tea, "Mr. Holmes."

The man in front of him stretched out his hand to take the tea, with slender fingers with well-knit knuckles, looked up at her, his deep eyes swept across her cheeks and hands, and said politely: "Good morning, Miss Cooper, just came back from outside?"

"Oh, of course," Clara said, "I'm not like you, who can enjoy my sleep peacefully. If I want to guarantee this month's rent, I have to buy goods at this time." She sighed, "Small business, life It's not easy."

"I didn't enjoy my sleep peacefully, and, you lied." He took a sip of tea, and his sharp eyes locked on her firmly. Although he was shrewd, he didn't feel offended. Not long after coming back from the outside, if your fingers are not frozen red, it means that you are wearing gloves outside. You and I understand that the goods that are going to be purchased at this point must be handled with care. Wearing gloves is obviously not conducive to handling. There are no goods waiting to be moved at the door of the store, so the conclusion is that you are not going to buy goods."

"I'm going to meet my lover, Sherlock," Clara said bluntly, "I'm afraid you will be jealous, so I said buy."

Sherlock paused, and the tea leaves floating in the delicate cup in his hand swayed. He looked at the charming and smiling woman in front of him, and tried his best to say in the most serious tone: "Don't worry, I won't be jealous."

"Look, it's just jealousy." She took out a paper bag from the wooden cabinet behind her and gave him a wink. "I love your duplicity to death."

Sherlock quickly decided to give up discussing this issue with her. As long as the relationship between the two was involved, Clara kept pretending to be confused, insisting that she and herself loved each other, and refused to let go, insisting on seeing him in this matter. The helpless look of being unable to refute.

"See you later." Sherlock thought to himself that he got the things anyway, so he turned his head and strode away.

"You just got back from the police station?" Clara asked behind him.

Sherlock paused, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the residual warmth brought by the hot tea just now was quickly blown away, he hooked a smile.Turning around, he looked into Clara's beautiful gray eyes, and said, "Did you see it through these? The bloodshot eyes in my eyes, and the fact that I came here on foot, and the text message you sent yesterday, I delayed arriving all night, oh, There are a few more, but this is the most obvious, isn't it?"

After hearing what he said, Clara smiled a little bit, paused, and said, "Uh, those people in the police station buy their cigarettes from me, they all like the most expensive cigarettes, and the taste is also good." It's softer, uh... but you smell very obvious, like an old smoker."

Sherlock: "..." So, even though I have known each other for more than a year and can be regarded as my only friend in London, Clara still doesn't know anything about deduction, right?

"Don't look at me like that," Clara said helplessly, "Leave me alone, Sherlock, we each have our own strengths, you see, you won't know how to do business."

"It's true that we each have our strengths," Sherlock nodded, "I don't know how to fuck, so please let me go, Clara." He imitated her tone and said, then turned and left, not bothering to say anything later again.

Clara is a friend Sherlock met two years after he moved to London. Sherlock can only classify someone as a friend based on two circumstances. First, this person is extremely smart and can understand and appreciate with him. These beautiful murders, two, this person can provide him with certain necessities.

Clara is the second case. In fact, her grocery store has everything. This is not only his source of "medicine", he can also buy guns, bullets, riding whips, ties, violin strings, and can also customize a The test tube connected to the long-necked funnel, although Clara once complained that it looked like a tumor growing on the test tube, he still managed to buy it, um... the most surprising time, he bought 230 flies from here corpse.

But Clara is a person who is full of lies. He once suspected that if Clara's toes could speak, what he spit out would still be lies.

Sherlock remembered the first time he saw her, the other party was kissing a man, the two were hidden in the alley, only a white leg could be seen tightly wrapped around the man's waist, even so, in consciousness When someone looked at her, Clara actually had the leisure to wink at him.

Then Clara seemed to immediately abandon her male companion and followed him for two streets. After Sherlock found out, he seized the opportunity and hid in an alley. The simple trap successfully pushed the woman against the wall, and he lowered his head. He asked in a low voice, "Macrof asked you to come?"

"Who is that? Oh, let go—" Clara choked out a sentence, "It's the money that made me come."

"what?"

"I'm here to do business with you," Clara stuffed a business card into his pocket, "I think you need—"

Sherlock let go of her neck and turned her down: "I don't need that service, thank you."

"Sir, what do you think of me?" Clara rubbed her neck, "I run a grocery store and we sell everything there. If you need anything, you can come to me. My store is on Baker Street."

"Do you have nicotine patches?" Hearing that she advertised that the grocery store has everything, Sherlock asked one more question.

"Hey, then you've found the right person," Clara said with a smile, "as much as you want." After a pause, she said softly, "If a handsome guy like you wants to give me a kiss, I can give him a kiss." Your discount."

The second half of the sentence almost made Sherlock turn his head and leave.

That was their first deal.In the days that followed, it seemed that no matter where I went, I could see the old and mysterious grocery store on Baker Street. It was incompatible with the decoration of the entire street, but it had its own flavor.

But Sherlock didn't think it was a magical coincidence that he could see this grocery store everywhere. Baker Street was in the city center, and if he wanted to go anywhere, it was the most convenient to take a car from there.

Like the general store, Clara Cooper is full of mystery, after all, Sherlock knows nothing about her except her name.

But again, Clara knew nothing about him except his name.

Although the two of them knew nothing about each other, she could get up a few hours early and come to the store because he needed some medicine, just to wait for him, maybe sometimes he couldn't wait; and Sherlock, for the convenience of payment, Giving the credit card directly to Clara, it is really rare for him to give such trust.

That's why Inspector Lestrade thought Clara was his lover.

Because he happened to pass by yesterday, he solved a moderate murder case for those policemen, and he followed them to the police station to take notes at night. His mobile phone was on the table at the time. During the serious interrogation, someone The text message came, and the phone vibrated on the table.

Lestrade glanced at his phone, and the next second his expression was as if swallowing excrement: "Sherlock, your girlfriend—" You don't even have friends, yet you actually have a girlfriend!

"Girlfriend?" Sherlock shook his head, "I don't have a girlfriend."

Lestrade's expression was full of disbelief. He picked up the phone and handed it to Sherlock: "Look."

Sherlock looked at the mobile phone handed over, and then at Lestrade. To show his innocence, Sherlock finally said, "Read it out, I don't mind."

"I mind." Lestrade rolled his eyes and threw the phone to him.Sherlock looked down and saw the text message——

"Xia Xia, I swiped your card again today, remember to come to me at night, I love you." Signed, CC.

Oh, no wonder Lestrade didn't want to read it.

Lestrade asked him curiously: "Who is CC?"

"Clara Cooper. The proprietress of the grocery store on Baker Street." Sherlock glanced at him, "She is not my girlfriend. The corpse we saw just now is more likely to be my girlfriend than her."

Sherlock immediately received a fierce look from the opposite prisoner.

"Why," Sherlock looked at him, his voice was deep and pleasant, "do you have a problem?"

Lestrade was silent for a while, and explained for this person: "The corpse just now was his wife. He explained just now that he suspected that his wife had a lover outside, so he killed him ruthlessly."

Oh……

"Your suspicion is quite accurate. There is still semen on the deceased's ankle that hasn't been wiped clean. It must not be yours. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so flustered and careless."

The prisoner, who had been depressed all the time, finally roared after hearing this: "I knew it! I knew there was someone outside her!"

"May you be safe," Sherlock smiled at the person opposite, "But I have to correct you about your lover, your wife is not my type, Mr. Murderer." He doesn't have time for a relationship, of course. Lara wouldn't be his type either, and without that magical grocery store, he wouldn't want to stay with the overactive Clara, even for a second.

But speaking of what genre he likes...

Well, the question is meaningless, no need to think too hard.

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The development of the plot in the early stage of this article is a little slow, so everyone knows.

Maybe the first few chapters are weird, but please give me a chance to stick to Chapter 3_(:3」∠)_