Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Sherlock was lying on the sofa thinking about the doubts exposed by the proprietress. As usual, analyzing and guessing her purpose and plan over and over again became what he was most used to doing to pass the time.

At this moment, Clara was supposed to take Yao Sulin away for some reason, but in the next second, the door of the room was suddenly opened by her.

Sherlock still closed his eyes: "Don't talk, Mrs. Hudson, the coffee table is very good and doesn't need to be cleaned up."

After hearing his words, Clara subconsciously looked at the environment around the coffee table, the bloody snakes and the room full of glass shards, which suddenly made her a little worried...

Hearing no reply, Sherlock looked up at the door, only to see Clara staring at the coffee table worriedly, with a tangled expression.

"Oh, Miss Cooper." Sherlock sat up straight and was about to touch the ground when Clara stopped him.

"Don't move!" Clara glanced at the ground, "You might step on broken glass."

Sherlock retracted his feet honestly, sat cross-legged on the sofa, thought for a while, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The reason why the proprietress was angry just now seemed to be because she knew that she was being watched, so it's better not to let her know that he saw her activities just now.

"Uh..." Clara was a little confused, "I have some things to do, and I may need to come back in a few days... Well, I don't know where Nancy has gone. If you have time, help me feed her."

To help take care of Nancy, you can definitely ask Mrs. Hudson or Watson, they are much more reliable, but she suddenly asked him to ask him, which shows——

"Are you here to say goodbye to me?" Sherlock asked in a low voice, "Why, are you going to some dangerous place?"

Clara decided to take this as a concern for now.

Looking at the time again, the taxi she called should be arriving soon, so she raised her head and said to Sherlock, "Sorry, it's hard to say."

After all, it was just a strange premonition this time, and she didn't know what happened to Louise, but everything was too coincidental, and she had to prepare for the worst.So this time, let's say goodbye.

Clara nodded slightly: "I'm leaving, goodbye." She just turned around, paused again, and turned to Sherlock helplessly, "Don't always think that my words are all lies, okay?"

After speaking, he took the door and left.

Do you always think her words are lies?

He clearly—

Uh, well...he does.

Having said that, although the words did distract Sherlock for a while, he still noticed the little action Clara took the opportunity to do just now - she dropped something beside her.

Sherlock got up, jumped to the other side of the coffee table, bent down to pick up the small card, and saw that it was his credit card, which had been kept by Clara before.

Where are you going, lady boss?

At this moment, the two of them are still at a loss about the future. After this farewell, they will meet again soon, and they don't know what the scene is changing with each passing day.

As soon as the taxi driver arrived, Clara jumped into the car on time, reported a list of Louise's addresses, and then sat nervously on the seat, feeling more ominous.

Now she very much hoped that this was an oolong. After going to Louise's house, all she got was a smile from Louise: "Sorry, Clara, I probably didn't pay attention to this text message." .

Then she and Louise got together to talk about her work and so on. When she got up the next day, she could play dumb in front of Yao Sulin, and go to 221b to explain to Sherlock about this time. Just drunk and talking nonsense.

However, this H...

H-?

Hi?Hello?Holdon?

Well, the most reliable one is Help... Clara prepared for the worst:

If Louise disappeared, she put everything aside to find her.If Louise died suddenly on the spot, she would find the murderer and dismember her body.

With such a mood, the taxi arrived at the residential area where Louise lived.

Louise's family lives on the 25th floor, and it takes time and effort to climb up. She hesitated, but chose to take the elevator, pressed the serial number of the 27th floor, and listened to the sound of the elevator slowly climbing up. Feeling the weightlessness, her nerves gradually became tense. After getting up, the elevator slowly passed the 25th floor and climbed to the 27th floor.

One of her habits is that if she has to take the elevator, in order to prevent enemies from ambush on the upper floor, when pressing a floor, she will press the number two floors higher or one floor lower.

After exiting the elevator door, Clara looked down cautiously. The corridor was dark. After listening carefully for a while, the lower floor was indeed quiet, so she went downstairs cautiously.

As a result, as soon as he reached the stairs on the 26th floor, the anti-theft door on the left side of the 25th floor suddenly opened, and then a figure stumbled out from Louise's house, pressed the elevator, and left this floor.

Clara went downstairs slowly, and glanced at the direction of the elevator. If she read correctly, that person... should be Winslow.

How did Winslow know about Louise's home?And it's almost two o'clock in the morning, it's so late, how could he appear here?

Something must have happened to Louise.

Clara's heart sank, she walked down the stairs, adjusted her mood, and looked at Louise's house, which made her panic.

Louise was kneeling on the ground, lying on the coffee table, holding the mobile phone loosely in her hand, red wine was scattered on the table, and the wine bottle was still poured aside.

Clara walked in with heavy steps, went to the coffee table and slowly squatted down, stretched out her hands and pushed Louise tremblingly: "Lulu?"

But she just suffered a little force and fell down. Only then did Clara notice that her chest was still rising and falling, and she didn't lose her life.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly helped Louise lie down on the coffee table again.

Louise looked peacefully as if she was asleep, obviously nothing happened, but this sleeping appearance reminded her of Louise's frequent words during this time, "Sorry, I didn't sleep well", "Sorry, over slept".

... something strange.

Clara looked at the red wine on the table, and then thought of Winslow who ran out, so she couldn't help feeling suspicious.

She carefully dipped some with her fingers and put it in her mouth, but unfortunately she couldn't taste if there was anything in it that shouldn't be there...

Clara took out a handkerchief from her pocket, dipped it in some red wine, and then took out a plastic bag from Louise's kitchen. As soon as she put the handkerchief away, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor, and Clara squatted down immediately. He hid in the kitchen, and then Winslow's voice sounded.

"Master, please help me carry her down, we need to go to the hospital immediately!"

You can't see Winslow's expression, and you can't draw any definite conclusions just from the sound.

Clara waited quietly. She stood up when she heard the sound of the anti-theft door. In order to catch up with them, she simply climbed down from the water pipe outside the kitchen window, slipped and fell, like a natural elevator, 25th floor The distance actually reached the ground very quickly.

Clara saw a taxi parked in front of the building, carefully wrote down the license plate number, and watched Louise being helped out by Winslow and the driver to the car, then started the engine, and disappeared in a flash.

At this time, there is not a single car on the road, and at this time, there is no one to ask for help, and it is impossible to keep up with them. Clara hesitated, made a decisive decision, turned around and re-entered the building, and pried a hairpin open. Through the security door of Louise's house.

Clara went straight to her closet, took out some clothes, and borrowed Louise's cosmetics by the way. After everything was tidied up, it was getting brighter, and she went out naturally.

Louise's affairs need to spend more time and energy. In this case, it is better to solve another matter first, and then deal with Sleeping Beauty Louise properly.

As for the other matter, of course it refers to Yao Sulin's matter. She has been under Boss for a while, and she knows very well what orders he will give next. It must be to find out Yao Sulin's accomplices and find out what they are What the hell are you doing.

But to issue this order, it is necessary to know from Yao Sulin that she has an accomplice first, then within the time when the Boss pries the clues from Yao Sulin's mouth.She seized the time to complete all of this first, so that the time gap was perfectly vacated.

In this hard-earned time, she still has a lot to figure out.

Louise's clothes were made of good material. After Clara put them on, she changed her indecorous temperament, and at the moment she looked expensive, and turned into an upper-middle-class person, completely different from the generous, cheerful and down-to-earth proprietress of the grocery store. two people.

The destination is a bit far away, it is the shop selling lucky cats in Chinatown.

After a sleepless night, she didn't look tired. She took out her poetry collection from somewhere, and sat in the teahouse opposite the shop that sells lucky cats all morning. After calculating that it was almost time, she put away the book. Shi Shiran get up.

The decorations in the shop are glittering with gold. Although it is not real gold, it still gives people a sense of grandeur.Clara wandered around the store casually, and finally her eyes fell on a lucky cat.

"Buy a lucky cat, miss."

The old lady behind the cupboard said to her in a hoarse voice.

Clara made a smile, and gestured to the Lucky Cat next to the cashier: "Madam, how do you sell the Lucky Cat?"

"Only six pounds," she said.

"At this price..." Clara paused, frowning and asked with concern, "The business in the store must not be very good, right?"

The old lady smiled: "It's okay, I don't sell lucky cats exclusively, but you British people see this is more fresh, so you can use it to attract customers."

"That's true," Clara smiled, and said meaningfully, "the British are always interested in exotic things with a long history."

The old lady's eyes suddenly became shrewd: "Are you... are you here for business?"

Clara walked towards her and said in a low voice, "I heard that there is a hosta from the Han Dynasty..."

Clara thought to herself, it was just bragging anyway, and she didn't really pay for it, so she said a price casually, "I'm willing to pay 800 million pounds to buy it, I don't know where I can get it..."

Hearing the figure of 800 million, the old lady was obviously overjoyed, but it was Clara's turn to regret secretly, tsk, it seems that the price quoted is too high...

But then, the old lady frowned as if thinking of something, "I will contact them, miss, if you want, you can—"

"Pay the money and deliver the goods." Clara interrupted her, "I want to meet this legendary hosta first, when will I have time?"

The old lady hesitated.

"Why, don't show it to me..." Clara said, "Could it be that the hosta is fake?"

The old lady immediately retorted: "The jade hairpin is [-]% true."

Since this expression is not entangled in the authenticity of the jade hairpin, it means that something has happened to this genuine jade hairpin... either it has been damaged or lost.Judging by the old lady's expression, the latter is much more likely.

That being the case, the reason why they hunted down Yao Sulin is obvious.

"Miss, would you like to leave a phone number?" the old lady said, "I will contact them."

"Of course." Clara left the phone.

The old lady asked again: "What's your name?"

Clara blinked and smiled dignifiedly: "Holmes."

She added: "Mrs. Holmes."

Tsk, someone has never changed his mind.