Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

So Sherlock smiled and nodded politely: "Madam's kindness is hard to refuse."

It sounds nice, but the actual job is to find a cat.

According to the maid's account, the weather was cold. Around Christmas, Larry stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion and refused to go out. Recently, when the weather turned warmer, he was willing to go out for a walk. They weren't so flustered when they didn't come back, but after several days, Larry still didn't come back, and he didn't know where he wandered.

They also went to the Foreign Office to have a look, but they couldn't find Larry, and the whole of Downing Street was searched, and they couldn't find where the cat had gone.

Sherlock didn't take it seriously, and wanted to play hide-and-seek with the cat, and it would be strange if he could find it.

He smiled: "If possible, go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to have a look."

The waitress frowned and said, "But we've already been to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"He is alive, not dead. If he wasn't there before, who can guarantee that he won't be here now?" Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his face, and spoke quickly, "God, you're going to find a cat, You have to figure out his habits, right? The weather in early spring will turn cold. These two days are exactly this time. The cat is afraid of the cold and will go to a familiar and warm place to escape the cold. Since it is not in the Prime Minister’s Office, it should be in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Now at this time, the sun can just shine through the gate of the Prime Minister’s Office, go now, and you can see him as soon as you enter the gate within 10 minutes.”

The Prime Minister's wife gave a signal, and the female servant trotted out.

Madam seemed to be a little curious about this detective, so she said with emotion, "It's really a powerful conjecture."

"Any stupid person who knows the time and direction of sunlight and the habits of cats can draw such a guess, ma'am." Sherlock didn't show any mercy, and then seemed to react, and smiled at her again, "Of course, I said It is the unqualified female servant, I suggest you choose another smart and strong one."

The Prime Minister's wife: "..." Don't explain, what you mean is that everyone present is stupid, including the Prime Minister's wife.

When the waitress came back, Sherlock leisurely drank tea in the reception room. Sure enough, after a while, the waitress came back with the cat in her arms, but she seemed to be holding two cats, and one of them was still in her arms. Writhing wildly, the female servant managed to hug her.

Sherlock took a closer look, with a subtle expression on his face.

The waitress said: "Oh, madam, Mr. Holmes, I found Larry. He is basking in the sun at the entrance of the lobby of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There is also a cat here-she doesn't seem like a stray cat, but she and Larry's The relationship is very good, and Larry is not willing to go until we are willing to bring her along..."

"I recognize this cat." Sherlock put down his glass, glanced at the purple cloth band around the neck of one of the tiger-striped tabby cats, thinking that this time he was not only looking for a cat, but also looking for a cat for Clara...

"This is my neighbor's cat. She has been looking for it anxiously all morning." He looked up and smiled at the Prime Minister's wife: "Let me take Nancy, the cat next to me, and let me take her back. May I?"

Sherlock stepped forward and skillfully picked up the fur on the back of Nancy's neck, and the noisy cat immediately quieted down. He stretched out his hand and scratched Nancy's chin, motioned to the stunned two, and bid farewell to them.

Mr. Detective's technique may seem rude, but it is very useful. In short, the noisy Nancy calmed down, and even Larry on the ground did not resist. hope.

Larry: "Meow~"

Nancy glanced at him coldly: "..."

This disgusting look of indifference to suitors is inexplicably similar to the proprietress.

However, on the other side of Baker Street, "qualified" cat owners have chatted with guests.

"Speaking of which, I ate a hot pot restaurant in Chinatown on Christmas," Clara said happily, refilling Yao Sulin's cup of tea by the way, "Chinese food is really delicious! Is it the same in your hometown?"

Yao Sulin, who seemed very happy when talking about tea art and antiques before, became stiff when she heard the word "hometown".

Clara immediately said intimately: "Uh...why, can't we talk about this? Oh, well..." Her tone was a little awkward, and then gave the two a step up, "Ha, let me just say, China is so big , it’s not that the food in every place is delicious, look at you, when you hear the food in your hometown, you’re in a bad mood.”

The image of a considerate and straightforward proprietress has penetrated into Yao Sulin's heart, and the latter couldn't help but smile, and said: "No, China is very big, but every place in China has delicious food, my hometown... … Hong Kong has a lot of food.”

Perhaps because of the thoughtfulness of the proprietress, she was less wary of Clara. Knowing that Clara was only curious about these delicacies, she reported the names of the dishes like a few treasures: "There are many snacks in Hong Kong. The mango pancakes and Hong Kong-style egg tarts are very good. I personally like to eat mango very much. We also eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge every morning. Xiang, oh, car noodles are also a major feature.”

The more Clara listened, the more she felt like crying. This was her mistake. Next time, she must not start talking about food again. Why is she getting more and more hungry!Really hungry!

Clara was going to stop this dangerous topic, and was trying to entice her to talk about other things in her hometown, but her mouth changed to: "Where can I eat these things?"

"The food courts in Hong Kong have these," Yao Sulin said with a smile, "but here, um... I don't know if there is a shelter from the typhoon."

Clara slapped the table excitedly: "Go! Let's go and see together!"

Yao Sulin: "...Uh, it doesn't seem like the time to eat now."

"Never mind!" While speaking, Clara had already picked up her bag, "We'll get hungry after we walk!" Besides, she was already salivating.

Yao Sulin seemed to be a little too late to respond to Clara's activism.

Clara walked to the door and waved to her: "Let's go, Su Lin!"

"The shop—"

"Let him go!" Clara waved her big hand and said solemnly, "The birds in the sky are neither planted nor harvested nor saved, and God still feeds them!"

Yao Sulin couldn't help being awed. With this mentality, she could still afford to rent this storefront in the city center.

However, when Clara was about to close the door, there was a cat meowing behind her.

"Meow meow meow!"

Clara was quite familiar with this ferocious cry.

She turned her head following the voice, and saw a little tabby cat with a familiar purple cloth strip around its neck, nestling in someone's arms and meowing at her, its big amber eyes were full of longing, it couldn't Misunderstanding, she definitely didn't expect Clara to hug her, her eyes were very clear, she must be hungry.

Nancy jumped out of someone's arms and ran to Clara's feet, rubbing her head lightly against her calf.

Although he knew what this little white-eyed wolf was thinking, her cute appearance still captured Clara's heart, well, let's prepare some food for her before going out!

Wait, I seem to have forgotten something——

...someone?

Following the texture of the black windbreaker, Clara slowly raised her head and saw a pair of gray-green clear eyes. Standing on the steps, she could just look at Sherlock at the same level. Well, from this angle...his face seems to be longer.

Oh no!

Thinking of what happened in the morning, Clara was moved to tears: "Sherlock, so... you said looking for a cat, but actually looking for a cat for me? I forgive you!"

Sherlock tilted his head slightly, did he do something to offend the lady boss, did he need her forgiveness?Oh, was it the time when she was kicked out of the room?After all, Clara hasn't looked for him for a long time since then, tsk...

"Then thank you for your forgiveness." Sherlock smiled at her with crooked lips, looking a little perverted and somehow cute, "But I'm not looking for a cat for you. The cat at No. 10 Downing Street was lost. , and finally found out that she was basking in the sun in the lobby of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with Nancy."

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Clara looked down at Nancy at her feet in a daze, then raised her head suddenly: "What did you just say? Tang, No. 10 Downing Street?"

"Yes," Sherlock nodded, and looked down at the kitten who was being courteous. "She is basking in the sun at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with Larry, the cat from the Prime Minister's Office."

Yao Sulin next to her was also dumbfounded, looking down at Nancy together with them.

Clara squatted down, stretched out her arms tremblingly to hug Nancy, raised it in front of her, and stared at her: "My Nancy has a relationship with the guy from No. 10 Downing Street...?"

Sherlock: "..." Here's the point?

Clara continued to stare at Nancy in shock: "Honey, you are a friend of the nobles now! Don't be rich and rich, don't forget each other!"

"Excuse me," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I want to ask, why is Nancy in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

Clara was still staring in shock: "Uh, with Larry, hey, baby, you're getting close to the bigwigs in London's cat world."

"But before, the people in the Prime Minister's Office said they didn't see him in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Sherlock asked again, "Then where did he go before?"

"I don't know..." Clara scratched Nancy's head, "Perhaps the two cats met on a certain street in London, fell in love, and then Larry took Nancy to the diplomatic mission. It's honeymoon."

"That's really..." Sherlock smiled again, "What a coincidence."

"Who said it wasn't?" Clara replied.Then he turned his head and smiled at Sherlock, "Thank you, Mr. Detective, I'm going out now, see you, Sherlock."

Sherlock nodded slightly to her, then turned and walked towards 221b.Clara behind her pulled the Chinese girl next to her, and called her name, hugged Nancy, and walked towards the intersection together.

Sherlock took two steps, paused, and looked back at her slowly.

The proprietress lied to him again.

The author has something to say: as I was writing, I actually wrote about eating... Yes, I really want to eat typhoon shelters recently, but it’s too hot to go out [bye], I’ll forget it if I’m too lazy

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Sorry for not updating yesterday!There are a lot of things, I haven’t finished writing Chapter 17, so I haven’t posted it, and I have been running around and have no time to make up, and then I will continue to run around today QAQ

But I looked at the comment area with trepidation at noon yesterday, as if you don’t care that I don’t update, look at my mouth-you will lose your author forever [Crying]

Today I have to draw out the detailed ideas of writing! (Wow, Xiao Ruan Mengwen still has ideas, so amazing~~~)

By the way, I have been on a lot of lists this week, so I have to work harder! [make a fist]

In short, that's all the above, and in the end I still love you guys full of energy (づ￣3￣)づ!