Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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Clara noticed that something was wrong with Yao Sulin, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

After hearing Clara's question, Yao Sulin's indifferent expression showed a trace of heartache, she lowered her head and said, "Thank you for saving me."

Hey, but this is not the tone of thanks.On the contrary, it looks like the anger after the whole family was slaughtered...

Clara waited for Yao Sulin to tell her the whole story, so she just looked at her silently.

Time passed by, and Yao Sulin finally stopped holding back. When she looked at Clara, her eyes became more and more angry: "You promised to come back, didn't you? Why didn't you come back?"

Clara guessed her emotions, and it was really not suitable to add fuel to the flames, so she said, "I'm sorry—" But Louise...

"Apologizing is useless." Yao Sulin interrupted Clara, suppressing her anger, "There is no way to save my brother by apologizing."

This time it was Clara's turn to be a little confused, what's the matter with her brother?

Yao Sulin said: "Last night, Shan... Shan sent brother to kill me, your friend, and killed him when he appeared..." Tears appeared in Yao Sulin's eyes, "I saw him die in front of me."

"..." But it was to save you... Tsk, women are trouble.Clara suppressed her exhaustion, "I'm sorry, but our previous agreement was just to save your life, wasn't it?"

"...Yes," Yao Sulin suddenly realized, "I shouldn't have come to you in the first place—to find you, I just fell from one trap to another. You just want to use me!"

...Or just shot her down.

Clara turned around and wanted to leave, knowing that it would be difficult for her to face Yao Sulin who was also hot in her own state, but Yao Sulin didn't intend to give her a chance.

"Liar..." Yao Sulin said coldly behind her, "You are just trying to trap me, you are not a grocery store proprietress at all, maybe your sister made it up, you don't know the feeling of the only relative dying... ..."

...To tell you the truth, she really knows that that sister is dying in the hospital right now.

Yao Sulin's words were ironic to the point.However, this is the pattern she is used to. She is full of lies, she should have been familiar with this kind of treatment long ago, shouldn't she?

Clara walked out, not wanting to get entangled with Yao Sulin anymore, but she didn't want Yao Sulin behind her still chasing after her: "Tell me, are you lying to me?"

Sighing, Clara paused, not bothering to turn her head: "Yeah, I'm lying to you. I don't have a sister, a grocery store, or a lady boss. I'm just an agent who steals information."

Clara seemed to think of something again, and finally turned around, smiling habitually, "Now you guess, is what I said true or false?"

Yao Sulin was stunned.

Silly girl, who knows what is true and what is not.Moreover, a lie is a lie, can it become true if you tell too many lies? —like that amazing grocery store at Baker Street Crossroads...

In the end it's all fake.

But no matter what, that period of time was the most comfortable time for her, and it will also be the most memorable day from now on.

When Clara went out, she stepped into the narrow, long, gray corridor again, and this kind of layout was the most indispensable thing here.

Boss once explained that from a psychological point of view, gray often gives people a sense of authority, and the purpose is to keep people here solemn and respectful—but this is exactly what Clara, who yearns for freedom, hates the most.

——So after all, it's all the boss's fault!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" In the office, the Boss, who was drinking tea, finally couldn't stand Clara's plaintive eyes, "Cooper, you've never been bothered by a task object like this before."

Boss' thoughts keep pace with the times: "Could it be that you fell in love with Yao Sulin?"

"..." Clara opened her mouth and gave up explaining, just say what you want.

Clara said, "What should I do next? Is there a new mission?"

"Not for the time being," Boss said in a rare thoughtful way to the honest Clara, "You continue to watch Sherlock Holmes on Baker Street, the case of Yao Sulin—" He paused, "Since you are not in a normal state of mind now, don't worry about it." Involved."

Your mentality is not normal, and the mentality of your entire base is not normal.

But this result was exactly what she wanted, after all, Louise needed to spare a lot of time.

But she was still a little worried, so she asked, "What will happen to Yao Sulin?"

Boss has a complex expression, and it turns out that Clara has feelings for this Chinese girl.So he considered his tone, and said: "After all, she has been engaged in smuggling, and our country's government does not have the qualifications to judge her..."

Well, what this means is that Yao Sulin is going to be sent back to China to eat old food.

Clara signaled to Boss, and left here. Before leaving, she couldn't hold back and said, "I think we can change the decoration style. How about the colorful walls? Imagine how beautiful it is."

Boss: "...you go out."

After Clara left, Boss fell into deep thought. Clara was the best agent in her group, no matter in terms of mentality or method of handling tasks, he was no less than those most trusted by his subordinates.

The only flaw is that she has a psychological obstacle - she refuses to kill, no matter who it is, she just can't get over this obstacle.

In fact, not only did she refuse to kill, she even refused to kill dogs.

In short, this psychological obstacle will seriously affect her level in certain tasks, so when she received the task of monitoring Sherlock Holmes, she was sent to do this boring monitoring task, with the purpose of letting her follow That eccentric detective learns how to treat dead bodies with indifference.

But now she even has a problem with her mentality...

Maybe he pushed too hard?Hmm... There is a chance to find a mission and send her to a place farther away. While diverting attention, at the same time, let her relax. Such a good seedling cannot just give up.

After all, since she came under his hands, she has completed the task very well and has not stopped working.

Then you are thinking too much. Clara, who was released back into the world, is like a wild horse that has run wild. She is a very unruly person. With no restraints around her, of course she can relax as she likes.

Sherlock himself didn't expect her to be here—

"Sherlock, is this the proprietress?" Watson said incredulously, "What is she doing here?"

Speaking of the detective-doctor duo, they just came back from the abandoned train track and managed to solve the Yuzan case. Although they let go of the biggest behind-the-scenes man-Shan, they stopped the deal, which is considered a success.

Sherlock already had the whereabouts of the hosta in his heart, and he thought that he would go to the bank tomorrow to find the hosta worth 800 million, and the case would be closed this time.

Who knew that 800 million pounds was just a figure that the woman lying on the sofa in 221b pulled out casually.

Clara found a detective's long trench coat out of nowhere and was wearing it. She was lying in a strange posture, um... I can't say it was strange, but the lying posture was very familiar—it was Sherlock's usual posture of lying down and thinking.

It's so lifelike, if her body is taller, it will be more similar.

Sherlock stood at the door and stared at Clara on the sofa. His coffee table was replaced by glass at some point.

"Sherlock" on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, slightly arched his body, propped his elbows on his legs, naturally crossed his hands between his knees, pursed his lips, and slowly blinked his eyes .

——Even the small movements are exactly the same!

"Sherlock" quickly glanced at the two people standing at the door: "Just experienced kidnapping? Oh, congratulations on your safe return."

The genuine Sherlock couldn't help laughing, which was very interesting, and said to her, "How do you know?"

"There are strangle marks on his wrist, and there is dust on the corner of your clothes. Although he was slapped, but not cleaned, it means that you rolled on the ground. There are no strangle marks on your hands, which means that you are free, so the doctor was slapped. Tied up, you went to be a hero to save the beauty." The counterfeit Sherlock spoke quickly, "Oh, no, there is another one here, could it be a woman?"

Watson was surprised: "How did you see that?"

"Your expression, frowning to express disapproval, shows that I was wrong just now," said the fake Sherlock, "so you should be the one who saves the beauty, then there is a hero, but there is a lack of a beauty—— Sarah?"

Watson couldn't help but admire: "Can this also be seen through the expression?"

"No, this is a wild guess." The fake Sherlock smiled mischievously.

Watson didn't know whether to praise Clara or Sherlock. Her frown and smile really resembled Sherlock. Sherlock was injected with some strange drugs by aliens and turned into a woman. The way it should be.

The real detective on the other side smiled: "Have you been drinking?"

Watson: "..." Nonsense, who can't smell such a strong smell of alcohol...

"Tell me that you don't know anything about deduction," Sherlock walked to the sofa, pulled off the windbreaker she was wearing with one hand and threw it aside, "while drinking the truth?"

"I'm not drunk." After taking off her windbreaker, Clara seemed to be back to normal again, speaking seriously and clearly, "Shall I breathe for you? Ah——"

Sherlock took her own hand to cover her open mouth: "...No, you must hold back."

Clara blinked and nodded emphatically, looking quite sober.

Watson asked embarrassingly, "Will the proprietress go back tonight?"

"Where does she sleep if you don't go back—" Sherlock turned his head and had an epiphany, "John, do you think I'll keep her here? Do you think it's possible?"

Watson shrugged. Isn't everything just in case?

Sherlock reached into her pocket and took out a bunch of keys, as well as a handkerchief that had been bumped into a plastic bag. There was a clear red liquid in the plastic bag, like alcohol.

She drank wine and still likes to keep it so well?

Before Sherlock thought about it, Clara snatched the plastic bag and put it away carefully, looking very cherished.

This action...

What handkerchief, or what alcohol, was more important than her grocery store key?

"Take the key and go back to your shop to sleep. Remember the way? Go out and turn right, it's at the corner of the street." Sherlock picked a key from the key ring and put it in her hand.

Clara wanted to cry: "Aren't you going to send me off?"

"No." The detective remained unmoved.

"You agreed to love me—"

"..." Why did you mention this?Sherlock wanted to refuse again, but following her words, recalling his previous speculation, and the fact that the proprietress drank so much alcohol for no reason, it was really not normal...

"Let's go," Sherlock changed his mind and agreed, leading the way, and Clara followed obediently.

Watson immediately smiled mysteriously, let the door out, grabbed his roommate's sleeve, and pretended to be normal: "Uh, do I need to leave a door for you tonight?"

Sherlock glanced at him: "I can come in whether I stay or not."

Clara was following him, but he stopped, and Clara put her head on his back, and finally saw a little drunk at this moment, and said vaguely: "Where are you going... have you arrived so soon?"

"Go back to the grocery store." Sherlock moved aside, and at the same time turned around to support her deftly.

"Grocery store?" Clara recalled, "Oh, yes, at least I still have a grocery store to accompany me."

This look is the beginning of the confession, but Sherlock is very shameless: "Shut up, go back and tell the mirror by yourself if you have something to say, I don't want to hear it."

"Meow~"

Unknowingly, Nancy emerged from that corner of the room, saw Clara, and climbed her suit pants all the way to her shoulders.

Clara was a little moved: "Oh, I still have Nancy with me!"

Nancy didn't dislike it either, and rubbed her cheek.

Watson patted Nancy's head and said softly, "Goodbye, Nancy."

"Doctor, you are so gentle and kind," Clara started the confiding mode, "It would be great if everyone was as kind as you, give me a chance, let me explain clearly, I didn't mean to lie to her, it was a last resort... ..."

She paused, and said with a sad face: "Isn't this the same as Winslow's 'forced to help'... Sure enough, the same professional pressure, but even so, I can't send Homer back to him, I have the ability Come and catch Nancy and threaten me..."

What does this say?The last sentence does not follow the next sentence...

Sherlock's patience was approaching the limit, and he sent the proprietress out with a half push and half support.

"If this grocery store is gone," Clara finally said melancholy, "what would I have left..."

On the street, Sherlock had the urge to leave her here, turn around and walk away.

"After all, Louise has..."

Clara finally fell silent.

Sherlock looked back, but didn't want her to burst into tears, but refused to wipe them with his hands.

Her voice didn't fluctuate, and she wasn't disturbed by tears at all: "I have nothing...I've done it myself."

Facing a deceitful friend, you may have a grudge, but what kind of attitude will you have when facing a deceitful friend whose face is full of tears?

Sherlock thought for a long time, and asked the simplest question: "Who are you?"

Clara thought for a while, then said at a loss, "I...don't know, the proprietress of the grocery store, this is the best."

"Is this sentence true?"

Clara's tears flowed more fiercely, and it was really bad to be asked this sentence by someone who cared again.

"No, I'm a complete liar." Clara finally smiled and asked again, "Tell me, is this statement true or false?"

Sherlock stopped looking at her and opened the door for her. One person and one cat were tearing their shadows under the streetlights. Clara went in with the cat in her arms, like a lonely empty-nester.

"I think that statement is false," Sherlock said. "Clara, you're a liar, but not an outright liar."

Especially in the past two days, the deception has not been up to standard, and now he is lying flat and showing his heart to others, like a child looking for a sense of approval everywhere.

Sherlock didn't know whether the proprietress heard this sentence or not.

It's just that it's rare to see the proprietress's undisguised appearance. He is not as proud as he imagined.

This is how Clara's character is set up. One sentence describes her - people sink deeper and deeper in the mud, but their hands always reach out to the stars and the sea.

Well, double-shifting, regaining the mood of writing in the past, worrying about the distant eyes...

【I was a ghost back then, crazy (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻】

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