Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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"That's more than one word," so Clara replied with a smile: "beautiful, smart, cute, gentle, considerate, witty, generous, dignified, and stable. That's right, it's all me,"

The kid didn't think so, and said with a smile, "No."

Clara followed him in a good temper and said, "Then tell me what your answer is?"

"It's a liar."

The child was still smiling, and his voice was still sweet.

Clara's smile froze on her face.

The child turned a blind eye to her momentary stiffness, and said softly, "Miss Boss, my lemon!"

fraud?

What a liar.

These days, the net has dealt with this word!It seems that the person who sent this child will definitely not be a suitor, after all, the word "liar" has come out-could it be an enemy?

"Honey," Clara found a lemon and a box of candy from the cupboard, and said with a gentle smile, "Sister has the lemon you want, and a box of the best candy on the street. Do not want?"

The children stared at the box of candy curiously.

Clara took out a candy from the box and handed it to the child's mouth. He hesitated for a moment, seeing the harmless smile of the proprietress, and opened his mouth to eat.

His eyes lit up, then dimmed immediately, and said regretfully: "But, I don't have enough money, I can only buy one lemon."

"Buy a lemon?" Clara patted his head, thinking that no customer would come to buy a lemon, and continued, "My dear, I am the proprietress, and I have the final say on the price of the things in the store." , your money, or you can buy lemons and candies, or you can’t even buy lemons, it depends on my mood~”

The child was a little anxious, as if he had to ask for lemons, so Clara said persuasively, "Isn't candy bad? Why do you have to have lemons?"

"Because lemons are very important!" The child replied seriously.

Clara gave the lemon to the child, and she had a good idea: "Why, the person who asked you to ask the question, told you that you must take the lemon back?"

The kid took the lemon, hesitated for a moment, and nodded heavily.

Clara expressed regret: "He must be playing with you, you think, I am a 'liar', how could I honestly give you the lemon?"

The kid first had an epiphany, then felt wronged, with a tangled expression, as if being led into a strange realm by Clara, he looked at the lemon, then at the candy: "Then..."

"That man tricked you. How could you obey him honestly and bring him back the lemon? So—here!" Clara held out the candy with a smile, "Let's exchange it."

The kid agreed in a strange way, holding the box of candy in his chubby little hand, smiling all over his face.

"The bad guy who played with you may be angry," Clara winked at the child. "If he comes to ask about this, I will say that he didn't bring enough money, and I will never tell about the candy."

The child was very grateful, and then said worriedly: "But you don't know him..."

"This is..." Clara was worried.

"I can tell you!" The child blinked innocently, "He has a big beard, is dressed in tatters, and is horribly hunched. He looks pitiful, but he looks very ugly."

No matter how it sounds like Quasimodo...

Clara nodded with a smile, waved to the child who left, and started to think about the child's description.

Who would have known that the kid turned a corner at the street, walked up to a gentle gentleman, and said excitedly, "Sir, you are really amazing. Sure enough, the proprietress asked me about you!"

"And you get the sugar," the gentle voice continued, "and get paid for the rest."

The children took a few banknotes and left happily.

Everything is natural, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.

Of course, Clara didn't think that her petty actions had already been predicted by others, and she was still guessing when she had offended such a person based on the child's description, but she couldn't figure it out after thinking about it.

Mr. Downey in the hospital sent her a text message, to the effect that the doctor said that Louise's condition has improved, and her body has started to continue to function. Unexpectedly, she can wake up soon.

This is good news, Clara breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that she had no other way out two days ago and sent Louise's medical records directly to Facebook for help, she couldn't help but feel that she was really in a hurry, so she remembered to put the However, as soon as she opened Facebook, she was bombarded with two or three messages one after another.

This story tells us that we must be humble, you never know what kind of talents and talents are the netizens separated by a layer of WiFi——

An overseas customer whom I haven't contacted for a long time——Dr. Sheldon Cooper, he turned to her Facebook and carefully analyzed some of the inexplicable terms, which made Clara dizzy.

That's all, under that retweet, all kinds of miraculous characters appeared, regardless of their names, just looking at the heated discussion among such a group of people... unexpectedly came up with "There is a cure for this disease! I Yes! Let me do it!" conclusion...

Clara couldn't help but want to ask, who is the person opposite? Could it be that she accidentally entered the circle of friends of the American Academy of Sciences?

The matter was not over yet, she received a message from Leonard, saying that she was asked to mail the red wine that was suspected of being drugged that day, and they needed to study it in detail.

Clara was shocked: who are you?

After a while, there was a message back there——

"Doctors."

Clara expressed her admiration. This pun is okay, and I give you full marks.

——But you can’t post liquids, you know?Not to mention international mail!

Leonard: Find a way to bring it yourself, why don't you arrange a trip to the United States, lady boss? — Advice from Dr. Cooper.

Clara: ...Okay, I'll try.

People's hearts are separated by network cables, who knows whether they can be trusted, after all, if she wants to leave here rashly... This kind of behavior can basically be rounded up, which is equivalent to seeking death.But what if this really is a godsend opportunity—

Clara pondered for a while, and decided to observe Louise's recovery first. Maybe Louise's condition will improve all the way?After all, this disease... even a group of Internet addiction doctors can discuss it.

And what happened to the kid just now...

Although curious, it's not impossible to let it go, and the most important thing is to see Louise now.Thinking of this, Clara carried Nancy out, and soaked the clothes sent by the detective in the water by the way.Take Nancy to Mrs. Hudson's house first, she has to go to the hospital.

However, things were always unsatisfactory. As soon as she carried Nancy out of the back room, another guest came outside——

"Miss Boss, are you there?"

It's an old lady.

Clara stepped forward and smiled: "Sorry, I have something to do, the store is closing."

The old lady looked disappointed: "You can close early any day, why today? Listen to my advice..."

The old lady stared at Clara, and her eyes gave her the feeling that she was an old lady disguised by Snow White's stepmother. In short, she didn't look like a kind person.

The old lady said, "Don't go, you will regret it."

With this nagging reaction, Clara thought of the kid just now. Speaking of the strange guests today, what is the strangest thing?None of them are from this street. The basic goods she usually prepares are prepared according to the life cycle of the residents on the street. This is one of the basic methods to run a magical grocery store.

Clara rubbed Nancy's head and said calmly, "What do you need?"

"I want two olives," said the old lady.

It's this strange way of buying again... One lemon, two olives, maybe there are three roses, four roses?Isn't this endless!

Clara sighed resignedly. Based on the descriptions of the two customers, she vaguely guessed that she was being targeted by that "Quasimodo" today, so she took out two olives and handed them to her, and asked: " Here's the olive, do you have anything to say to me, or any question to ask me?"

"There's no problem..." The old lady laughed, "It's just that I don't plan to pay."

How dare the old lady, with her cheeky, Clara-like airs, say with all seriousness that she takes things from her shop and doesn't pay for them? !Although two olives are worthless...

"You owe me, lady boss." The old lady left these words leisurely, and left, taking the only two olives left in her shop.

The question is why is she saying she owes her olives?

People who have never met, why do you say that Clara owes her something?

Mr. "Quasimodo"'s routine is too deep for Clara to understand, but seeing the momentum of this one lemon and two olives, it is estimated that there will be more face-to-face guests in the future.

She took out a pen and paper to record doubts, and gently scratched Nancy's chin, as if nothing happened, she accepted everything that happened calmly, without any curiosity, and sat in the shop as motionless as a mountain Wait quietly——

Although Clara couldn't escape the trap set by the mysterious "Quasimodo", she accepted it quickly. After meeting the detective, she realized that there are always some freaks in this world who are smarter than her by hundreds of thousands. Times, if you can't avoid it, deal with it well, and try not to lose too badly.

Why can she feel that she can't escape the routine of "Quasimodo"?

Because the other party has caught the secret she has been hiding for the longest time, which is her little trick at the magical grocery store. Not only that, but he also knows that he is a "liar". Who knows how deep the meaning behind this "liar" is.

The inexplicable child and the inexplicable old lady...

There are also the following customers who are inexplicable.

"Ma'am, bring an umbrella."

"Oh, I'll give you the umbrella, so what you want to bring to me is...?"

The upright office worker in front of him was a little surprised, but he still answered honestly: "There is another word to describe you, lady boss—Utopianism."

Clara smiled indifferently: "This is new." But after thinking about it, it's not wrong...

The office worker was amazed by the flattery of the proprietress for a while—it was different from what the gentleman said!

Clara's calm attitude gave this mysterious conversation a retro pantomime color, she accepted it calmly, and watched the progress of the matter calmly, making it impossible for people to guess what she is doing now. What are you planning.

Mr. "Quasimodo", who has been paying attention to this side, couldn't help being curious, and couldn't help but become more cautious. Why is Clara Cooper so calm?What is she going to do?

If he knew that Clara had no plans and was not the kind of scheming person he thought, on the contrary, he just accepted all this with a feeling of admitting cowardice, then maybe the future Clara would not go to those dangerous places. The place.

After the office workers left, a young and beautiful girl came——

"Hello, I want your ice cream!" said the girl lively.

Clara looked at the things in her hand, and then calculated the still cold early spring season, and couldn't help feeling: "There are still people who have this strange hobby like me!"

She didn't hesitate, and gave the freshly opened ice cream to the lively lady, who took a sip of the ice cream contentedly, and said happily: "The gentleman asked me to tell you, use your intuition to guess—— who is he."

It's easy to say.Clara nodded at her with a smile, and continued her calm expression without changing her face, but Nancy in her arms became angry at her increasingly chaotic stroking techniques, and turned her head to bite her finger.

Clara was far less calm than she seemed.

Junior high school students also passed by here——

"I want a sandwich."

Clara gave her something and waited for her next words.

"Believe it or not," she hesitated, and whispered, "If you continue like this, you will only become a——slave."

Since these words came from the mouth of "Quasimodo", they should not be taken too lightly...

So, what does he mean, continue to work for the boss, or continue to try to guess who he is?Clara was heartbroken, but her expression was not affected by this threat. She still nodded with a smile and was polite to the "messenger", but these words fell on deaf ears.

In fact, Nancy had already jumped off her knees and turned her head away. Clara's trembling hands reflected her heart. This emotion made the keen Nancy unable to rest comfortably beside her.

The next "messenger" did not come for a long time, and it was getting late. She looked at the words and sentences written down on the paper, and thought, could it be the end of it?

But no, the kid from the morning came again, and this time he took the box of candy and said with a smile, "Thank you, lady boss."

Clara felt that the child's smile looked very strange in the night.

"Why should you thank me?" she asked.

The child shook the box in his hand: "Candy is delicious, so I want to thank you, but I still have something else to say, and you must have noticed it."

The sophistication shown by this child now is completely different from the innocence in the morning. Clara suddenly realized that, maybe she was wrong in her thinking from the beginning. The image of "Quasimodo" , is simply fabricated.

The news she received this day was all forced indoctrination, and the news she searched for was also unreliable.

...She and this Mr. "Quasimodo" are not at the same level at all.

The child finally said to her as if comforting: "Don't be sad, few people can get the news they want from him." His tone suddenly jumped up again, "But you should be happy, after all, you once took it from him. Here comes the news."

What?This sentence made her think quickly again.

"One last hint."

Clara watched him breathlessly, without saying a word.

"He is—" said the child, "a criminal expert."

... Tsk, that's it.

Clara felt enlightened, and she immediately thought of more than a dozen ways to follow the clues, but the next sentence of the child made her feel stupid again.

"Come and find him, you know where to find him," said the child, "but you need to come alone, you know why."

He glanced at the pen and paper Clara put on the table, smiled silently, and left again.

Clara also stared at the record she had made, and noticed the last hint the kid said, and she felt a chill in her heart.

She felt that she had been severely humiliated for a day.