Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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the next day--

Clara really let go of everything, and ran to the department store honestly alone.

There is a fruit shop in front of her. This is a place she often comes to. The boss has known her for more than half a year, so she ran all morning and finally came to this shop, probably out of some kind of unwillingness...

Maybe this pace is a bit fast, so let's explain one by one.

First of all, why did she go to the department store?

Then I have to recall the little friend last night, he said - "You know where to find him".

In fact, how would she know!Also, who is he?I don't know; purpose?do not know either.It was too late for her to figure out the inexplicable messages from those guests, so how could she know where to find "Quasimodo" next?

At this time, I have to thank some Mrs. Hudson.

While Clara was brooding over the paper, Mrs. Hudson came over leisurely.

"Hey, Clara?"

Clara was fascinated by the thought, but didn't react.

"Clara?" Mrs. Hudson called again, and waved her hand in front of her. Clara came back to her senses, looked up at Mrs. Hudson, and immediately showed a perfectly curved smile: " Good evening, Mrs. Hudson, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Hudson looked worried: "I don't think your complexion is very good, are you okay?"

"Oh, it's okay." Clara rubbed her eyes, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Okay..." Mrs. Hudson expressed her understanding, "It's really time to go to bed now, but I'm sorry, my family has run out of olives, do you have any more here..."

"No problem, I'll keep it for you." Clara smiled softly, but just as she raised her hand to open the wooden cabinet, she suddenly remembered that the olive she reserved for Mrs. Hudson was given to the old lady today——

and many more!

Why does that old lady come to the grocery store to buy things like olives?How did she know there were olives here?

Clara felt that she had some clues, and turned around to apologize to Mrs. Hudson: "Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, I seem to have forgotten to reserve it. If you are not in a hurry, can I give it to you when I go to stock up tomorrow?"

Of course, Mrs. Hudson would not have any objections, not to mention that Clara seemed to be in high spirits immediately, which was much better than the sluggish look just now, so she naturally would not object.

Thinking about it now, "Quasimodo" is actually very cautious.

First of all, those customers are all strangers, obviously not within her "business scope". Secondly, the information they provide is a very standard product plus a sentence.

She had focused all her attention on the last sentence before, thinking it was a message, but now that she thought about it, the previous product probably also belonged to the message that "Quasimodo" wanted to convey.

Lemons, olives, and umbrellas are what she prepares for the residents on the street. The quantity is limited, and there are often only one or two items in stock, which need to be replenished in time.

Ice cream is her special hobby. She likes to eat ice cream in cold weather. That ice cream is also the last one she made by herself.

The sandwich was originally her breakfast tomorrow.

After such an arrangement, she finally discovered that the products purchased by these customers were all items that were out of stock at any time.

Since "Quasimodo" can know the most basic operation method of her grocery store, it is not difficult for him to calculate the quantity of these goods - after all, she can do it, with "Quasimodo" Discreet style, and this is by no means a coincidence.

Well, as the proprietress, there is a shortage of products in the store, so naturally you have to replenish them, and you have to go to the department store—although these things are not done by her recently, oh, this involves another way of operating her magical grocery store .

It is inconvenient to disclose commercial secrets, it is too far away, hehe.

In short, Clara naturally thought of the department store she used to frequent.According to the thinking of "Quasimodo", it is estimated that there will be another group of "messengers" who have solved other puzzles, and then she can see his real body.

The place is confirmed, as for the time... She decided to go tomorrow, the sooner the better.

Also, why did she listen to that kid and go to the meeting honestly?

Of course, Clara was not an honest person, but the behavior of the other party did not seem like a bluff, so she began to think about how to lead people over more covertly.

Then she suddenly thought of a terrible possibility, if... just if, if the other party knew her character, then this sentence would not be such a simple verbal warning, so that threat is very likely to be true.

... She restrained her impatience, she had to be cautious.

Looking at the piece of paper on the table again, and thinking of the look in the child's eyes before he left, as if he knew her little movements and thoughts like the back of his hand, this undoubtedly hit Clara's inner conceit.In addition, the appearance of the other party was only the image of a child, and this look made her feel even more humiliated.

During such stressful thinking, Clara was a little tired.

In fact, to be honest, she is familiar with this step-by-step cautiousness that can lead people into a trap at any time. After all, Winslow lured her into a trap step by step in this way before, until something happened to Louise. Only then did I suddenly realize.

Winslow...?

Oh!

She held Homer hostage before, threatened Winslow, and forced him to let the people behind him come to her in person!

Could it be that this "Quasimodo" is...

Clara suddenly realized that she was stupid and overconfident. She was so confident in her abilities that she almost fell into his trap without knowing it!

Tsk... that kid was right.

If Louise was involved in this matter, then she really couldn't inform the boss. After all, the boss didn't know about her and Louise's situation. If they were found out, then she and Louise might... never see each other again.

The scary thing is that no one can help her except the Boss.

So she had to go alone.

With this clue, looking at this piece of paper now, the words and sentences drawn by her circles were immediately connected together. She slumped on the stool, feeling a little out of strength.

Now it's clear—

Lemon, Liar,

Olives, Owing,

Umbrella, Utopianism,

Icecream, Intuition,

Sandwich (Sandwich), slave (Slave).

Crime expert (anExpertincrime).

— This is the last one.

The initial letters are, L, O, U, I, S, E - Louise.

So, the other party revealed her identity and purpose from the very beginning, but she was too stupid to find out.

The purpose of "Quasimodo" is probably to humiliate that behavior - she used Winslow to provoke his behavior, as if laughing and telling her, stupid, Clara Cooper, you even my little You can't even solve the riddle, but you actually want to see me?

Fortunately, after Clara got to know Sherlock, she has long been used to being demolished from time to time. It’s still the same sentence, you must be humble, otherwise you will be slapped in the face, because you never know, whether someone who came out of nowhere will What kind of experts.

... In fact, there was another sentence from that child that made her heartbroken: "But you should be happy, after all, you once got the news from him."

When did Clara have the ability to get news from this kind of person?

She took this matter to heart, thinking that for such a specific matter, she still had to wait until she met "Quasimodo" himself and tried a few rounds before she could draw a conclusion.

In short, this is the reason why she came to the department store honestly.

Clara went to another store first. She believed that as long as she gave a hint, there would be a so-called "messenger" who would show up and deliver puzzles to her.

It's just that she bought things in other stores smoothly, and there was no strange "deliverer". It was not until the end that she came to this fruit store.

Standing at the door, she felt a little complicated. This fruit shop used to be a place she often came to. The boss had known her for more than half a year, and she finally came to this shop, probably out of some kind of reluctance. ...

She didn't want to believe that the person she thought was pure and flawless would be someone else's carefully placed undercover agent.

Although she is not qualified to say such a thing.

The owner of the fruit shop saw Clara standing outside, and came out with his things, still with a familiar simple and honest smile: "Miss Cooper, it's been a long time."

Clara took the things he gave and took a look at them. They really were lemons and olives. Her heart was bitter, and her attitude towards the fruit shop owner was not as good as before.

Seeing that Clara was not so enthusiastic, the owner of the fruit shop also felt a little embarrassed, so he stopped greeting him: "Uh...Actually, someone just asked me to pack this for you, and said that you will come to him later , I hope you go to that restaurant across the road and meet him."

Clara was startled: "So you don't know him?"

The owner of the fruit shop was also puzzled: "Of course I don't know... Isn't that Miss Cooper's friend?"

"What does he look like?" Clara asked again.

The fruit shop owner thought for a while, and replied: "Well, he has a big beard, he wears ragged clothes, he is stooped, and he looks very pitiful, but he looks very..." He whispered, "Anyway not So pretty."

It turned out that the owner of the fruit shop didn't know anything.

But Clara was inexplicably relieved, and showed an apologetic smile to the boss: "Thank you very much, I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

The boss smiled heartily: "It's okay!"

Clara signaled to the boss that she was going to the western restaurant opposite the market, but she didn't want to be stopped by the boss.

"Miss Cooper!" said the boss, after a moment's hesitation, "be careful, he looks like a freak to me."

This word made Clara's thoughts soar, and some weird faces also flashed in her mind, Sherlock, Blake, and Dr. Cooper with the weird brain circuit of the network cable...

"You might not believe it," Clara said with a smile, "I'm good at dealing with freaks."

——The words were handsome, but when she actually sat in the restaurant, Clara still felt a surge of anger from her chest.

She followed the waiter's lead and sat in the middle of the western restaurant. The people next to her seemed to be completely invisible to her, and they were doing everything in an orderly manner, but that's why it was weird...they seemed too standardized and formulaic.

And each of them has a companion, like Valentine's Day, but there is nothing in front of her, the only thing that exists is a laptop on the table.

Clara felt annoyed for a while, how long was the other party going to play with her?

However, she still pressed the power button, waited for a while, and finally waited for the boot animation, but what she didn't want to appear was this line of words——

"Please enter your password"

There is also an input box below.

Clara really wanted to smash the computer on the ground and turn her head away, but she held back and directed the mouse to click on the prompt next to it, and the bubble box that popped up said "There is no prompt this time".

Clara slammed the computer shut, and her action was quite rough. She closed her eyes tightly and pondered for a long time.

what password?

Could it be a puzzle?

So what puzzles did she have left unsolved?

After a while... Clara opened her eyes, turned on the computer again, and had an answer in her mind.

It is true that she has always had a mystery to solve-that is, who is "Quasimodo"?

Heh, didn't he call himself a crime expert?

How many people in London dare to have such a tone?

She moved her hands and typed a word:

"Moriarty"

The computer turned on successfully.Suddenly a dialog box popped up——

"M: Congratulations, Clara, you passed all the tests."

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Hello everyone! !

To be honest, I am very happy to write this kind of brain-burning plot!

Also, after so many chapters in the making, Mo Niang's appearance must be so handsome!

As for the long face _(:з」∠)_ that was left in the corner

...Hehehe~ Muhaha~ I don't seem to know who that is~

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