Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

"Name?"

"Clara Cooper."

"gender?"

"Miss."

"age?"

"No comment!" Clara rolled her eyes, knocked on the table, and said, "It's very impolite to ask a lady's age directly, Mr. Holmes. Besides, this is a rare opportunity, Sherlock, you should ask more. Important things, such as how I feel about you..."

"Well," Sherlock leaned back, watching her quietly, not missing any expression on her face, "I'll never be curious about that."

Sooner or later, you will be slapped in the face, let me tell you.Clara slandered silently, her ambition to tease the detective still throbbing in her chest.

By the way, why does Sherlock ask these questions?Of course she knows, this is like the working principle of a lie detector. It is always necessary to determine the difference between a person's performance when he is lying and when he is telling the truth, so that he can compare it with the answers later.

But the current situation is that Sherlock only learned about her performance when the answer was true, and did not let her say some wrong sentences such as "I am male" and "I am eighty-three this year" to observe her reaction.Does this mean that, except for the reactions after the correct answers just now, any other reactions are the embodiment of lies?

This is too harsh...

However, the requirements are also very high, and it is worth challenging once.

In a corner of the Haidilao shop, a curly-haired man in a suit is sitting upright, with his hands clasped together, his fingers on his lips, his elbows on the table, and his deep eyes staring motionlessly at the lady in front of him. , with a calm expression, but without revealing any emotions, the atmosphere tends to be tense.

"I remind you again, you only have one question to ask." Clara slightly curved her lips, "Then what question should I answer to satisfy your curiosity to the greatest extent?"

Sherlock's eyes paused, that's right, that's it, she clearly knows that she is impeccable in terms of external conditions, as long as she wants, she can honestly be her grocery store proprietress and leave him far away. It's too easy, but she wants to come up to him, covered in mist, and insists on arousing his curiosity without fear of death, then this situation is very——

Interesting.

The detective was still thinking, looking at her intently, as if observing a murder scene. Clara didn't mind it, kept smiling and calmly dealt with it, slowly drank the hot barley tea in front of her, and added another drink to herself. One cup, the waiter standing beside him couldn't help but felt that the atmosphere of the "couple" at the table was becoming more and more tense.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Two cups of tea later, Sherlock was still staring at her without blinking.

Clara lost her patience and asked, "Mr. Holmes, so, what's your question?"

Sherlock slowly lowered his hand and leaned back on the chair relaxedly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

If he had to ask, he would have a lot of questions to ask Clara, such as her identity, her purpose, her plan, and even whether she is right or wrong, and what her intentions are...

But if he had to lump it all into one issue, it would be - her past.

What was her past like before she owned that grocery store.

It all started with that magical grocery store.

So what was her identity before the original beginning?

How should I ask so that I can dig out her past to the greatest extent?

In other words, what elements around Clara are incompatible with her identities as the proprietress of the grocery store, a master of sex hunters, and a vulgar petty bourgeois?

Sherlock gave her a big grin.

"Talk to me—" he said in a low and dangerous voice, "Miss Louise Eyre, tell me how you met."

Clara's smile froze on her face.

This--

It can only be said that it is indeed Sherlock Holmes.

This hot pot meal was probably for her to die... No matter how much Clara thought about it, she would never have thought that Sherlock would notice Louise Love, whom she only met once.

She knew how threatening Louise was, so she had always avoided Louise appearing in her usual places, and had always avoided anyone—anyone from "that side" being aware of her relationship with Louise.

Clara froze in place, and Haidilao's waiter finally had a role to play, and hurried over to fill Clara's cup with hot tea. The noisy environment was incompatible with the tense atmosphere of the table, and the tea fell into the cup and made a sound. The pleasant gurgling sound gradually eased the atmosphere. The waiter put down the teacup and stepped back to the side.

She reached out to pick up the cup, glanced down at the brown tea, then looked up at Sherlock, and asked him a question instead: "Why did you think of asking Louise?"

Sherlock, like a fisherman slowly casting a net, didn't mind her weak resistance and struggle at all, and explained to her with a good temper: "Louise - if you don't mind me calling her that - Louise's The identity is a corporate executive, and the perfume she wears is Dior's PurePoison, oh, many corporate executives like this perfume." He wondered, "How can you know such a person, and still make the other party condescend? Gui, honestly, I am willing to stay in your little grocery store, and treat you kindly, even accommodating you."

He uttered one word in a low voice: "Weird."

Tsk, be careful not to guard against the perfume.

Clara smiled at him, took a sip of tea, her brain was running fast, what should I do now——

lie?Impossible, Sherlock has made so many preparations before, just to catch her, if he has to try, it is not impossible to get past it, but even if she really hides it, when Sherlock finds that the answer cannot satisfy his curiosity Heart, will also doubt the authenticity of the answer, then the relationship between the two will be as easy as it is now, I am afraid it will be impossible.

Then... tell me the truth?Oh God, what a joke!Even if you kill her, you can't tell the truth, okay?Who knows what Sherlock will follow Louise to find out!

Don't panic!calm!Come up with professional quality!

She slowly fell into memory: "Louis is my... sister." This sentence is true.

"She is kind, down-to-earth, and hardworking. She loves me very much and treats me very well. She has always been like this until she was 15 years old." She looked at Sherlock, her face was not very good, "but I am not... the daughter of my parents. Um, After I turned 15, I left... After that, Louise and I happened to be admitted to the same university, and we met there. Louise knew that I was not doing well there, and took care of me even more. Indeed, she is much better than me. She often helps me out. In the years when I just graduated from university, I had a lot of conflicts with her, and it got better recently. When you saw her in the store that day, it was actually her. Invite me home for Christmas—well, that's all."

The above sentences are true.

A beautiful and rebellious girl with a shadow in her childhood. In order to fight against her family, she ran out to open a shop with her cleverness, ruined her youth by the way, and later returned to the right track under the influence of her sister.

Very good, very boring.

Sherlock's face was very long, but he also observed Clara's expression very carefully. It can be said that every word of the above-mentioned words is true, and every word is not fake.

However, she was trying to dismiss him with a third-rate reason like "Ben Jiaohua is in a rebellious period", trying to get rid of her old tricks and mature skills?

There are no doors.

Clara was calm on the surface, but she was happy inside. Sherlock's increasingly displeased expression showed that he didn't get any useful information from these words. However, because these words were completely true, he couldn't Pick something out of it to refute.

"Waiter," Clara raised her hand, and when she turned her head, because she couldn't hold back, she showed a bright and arrogant smile, which made the waiter baffled, "Pay the bill."

Sherlock was still thinking about her words, and then suddenly realized a question, he frowned: "Is what you said true?"

"Of course," Clara replied, trying to keep the smugness from being too obvious.

However, Sherlock has already discovered her complacency, and it is this that makes his heart itch. If it is true, then why is she so complacent?How can anyone be proud of telling the truth?unless--

"Ah..." He had an epiphany, "Cunning Clara, although what you said is true, it is incomplete."

Clara paused, too lazy to hide it from him, and showed a beautiful smile: "Of course!"

Ms. Cooper is too cunning.

"But I didn't lie to you," Clara reassured, "The relationship between me and Louise has changed in the past ten years, and it is indeed as above. As for the part I concealed, it is not important."

It's not important.

"Or, please treat me this time." Clara raised the card in her hand and said to him with a smile, "I'll answer your question again."

Sherlock glanced at the bill, calculated the rent, was silent for a long time, and finally put away his displeased expression, raised his head and smiled at Clara: "There will be a long time to come."

ok you are so cute.

Clara smiled and handed her card to the waiter, after the bill was settled, Sherlock got up and waited for her outside, Clara was still in the shop to pack up, the waiter timidly stepped forward and asked Clara: "What's wrong with you two? "

"Oh," Clara said with a bright smile, "we broke up."

The waiter turned pale with fright, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly: "Did you break up in our store???"

"It's okay, it's none of your business, the hot pot is delicious," Clara laughed, he wouldn't think it was because the hot pot tasted so bad that they broke up, so he comforted, "Uh, it's my problem, he is dissatisfied with me cuckolding him It’s been a long time, and it just broke out today.”

The waiter really believed Clara's nonsense, with a delicate expression: "Wear, wear a cuckold?"

"Yeah, the cheating partner is a woman," Clara said solemnly, "it's called Louise, and I love her very much. Speaking of which, your hot pot is really delicious, and I will bring her to your restaurant next time, Remember not to talk too much~”

The waiter nodded blankly.

What else can one say!Sure enough, good-looking people are not good people!The waiter thought sadly.

The author has something to say: Clara: It turned round!I'm so witty (òωó?)!