Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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In the early spring, the snow in the suburbs gradually melted, and the late spring cold came quietly. Everyone stayed at home to avoid the cold.

Sherlock looked at the grocery store on the corner through the curtains. The store hadn't been opened for nearly a week. Where did the owner go?he does not know.When did the owner leave?He doesn't know either.

If the owner left, where did the owner's cat... go?

Isn't Nancy usually deposited with them?

Watson looked at the tall figure standing in front of the window, feeling a little complicated.The detective who is famous all over the city for his blog posts - Mr. Sherlock Holmes, like a watchman, he opens the curtain to look at the grocery store on the corner from time to time.Even when playing the violin, remember to take a look at the closed shop.

But if he asks—

"Sherlock, what are you reading?" Watson tidied up the newspaper in his hand, put it on the coffee table, and asked, "You seem to like standing in front of the window these days."

"Oh, John..." Mr. Holmes' eyes flicked across his face indifferently. He stood upright with his hands in his trouser pockets. Seeing him coming, he turned and walked to the glass coffee table, and sat down next to the sofa. Right in the middle, flipping through the newspaper.

With his back turned to Watson, he said dully, "London has been too quiet recently, Dr. Watson."

—Mr. Holmes said nothing about the lady.

Watson chose to be blunt: "Isn't it because a certain noisy proprietress disappeared for a long time?"

"Which proprietress?" Sherlock's tone was puzzled, and then he stretched his brows, his eyes returned to indifference, "Could it be—oh, yes, I remembered, and almost forgot about her."

Watson found it interesting: "I think you have forgotten her. Tell me, what is her name?"

Sherlock finally looked at him squarely, and the slight arc of the corner of his mouth seemed to ease the atmosphere, but he waited for a while, but Watson didn't let go, and the other party was still pressing——

Well, for the sake of Watson being his best friend, don't bother with him.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs, and started to read the newspaper: "Why did you ask her name? It seems that you forgot her."

"You know I don't mean it that way," explained Watson, amused, with a smile. "You can tell whether you miss someone or not by how you pronounce her name."

"That's strange," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "How can you tell?"

This confused Watson, he shrugged: "I don't know, maybe it's...uh, the lingering kind, like...ahem—Sarah Sharon..."

"Come on," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "This is disgusting, not sentimental."

"Hello..." Watson couldn't laugh or cry.

At this moment, Mrs. Hudson knocked lightly on the door, and poked her head in. As a lovely old lady, she was indeed quite lovely.

"Sherlock, you have guests," she whispered.

Watson asked, "Who?"

Mrs. Hudson stuck her head back in again: "It's Inspector Lestrade, I'm going to prepare some refreshments for you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson," said Sherlock politely.

Watson was very puzzled: "Why is Inspector Lestrade here?"

Sherlock spread the newspaper on the coffee table, and tapped the position of the headline: "Look at this, the staff of the British embassy in the United States died unexpectedly. This matter has been on the headlines for a week, causing a sensation in the international political circle. This is going to intensify.”

Watson was a little confused: "What does that have to do with Lestrade's visit?"

"The newspaper said that the British government took this matter very seriously, and the FBI didn't dare to act rashly, so they invited police officers from Scotland Yard to investigate together." Sherlock smiled, "I'm afraid Inspector Lestrade is coming to appreciate me. "

Lestrade was very embarrassed standing by the door: "So you know all about it..."

Sherlock turned around, and Watson also turned to look at Lestrade: "Oh, you have already come in."

"In short, things are indeed as you said," Lestrade did not procrastinate, "The superiors have taken a fancy to you, Sherlock, and they want you to investigate along with them, and make sure to find out the truth."

"Find out the truth?" Sherlock shook his head, "I'm afraid you are hyping up something..."

"No," Lestrade immediately denied reflexively, but had to say in Sherlock's eyes that didn't understand, "well... I don't know if there is any hype, but your task is to find out Truth, you don't participate in those crazy international political games, understand?"

Sherlock nodded slightly: "I understand, don't worry."

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief: "You mean you agreed to go with me?"

"Of course," Sherlock laughed, "I am more than happy to serve the Queen and the country."

Watson: "..." Come on, you don't care about the queen or anything.

Sherlock's rare official tone made Lestrade a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Sherlock said, then turned to Watson, "You—"

"I will not join the brigade serving the queen and the country," Watson immediately refused, "if I go abroad, I'm afraid..."

Lestrade was also very curious: "Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid it will affect his relationship with his girlfriend," Sherlock said. "It's okay, such a clear case—oh, no, such a complicated and confusing case definitely needs more professional forensic doctors to participate in it. It's time for Dr. Fake."

Lestrade: "...you just shut up."

In short, after receiving Sherlock's affirmative answer, Lestrade left without doubting him.On the other hand, Watson, who stayed at 221b, was very curious: "This case doesn't look difficult, why would you want to work so hard to take care of it?"

Sherlock was polite: "Serve the queen and the country."

"...You are really enough."

Why take care of this case?Of course, it is because there are too few cases now, and he has no choice but to "go hungry". What's more, this is a case that has caused a sensation in the political circles of Britain and the United States after all. What if it doesn't look as simple as it was reported in the newspapers?

Mainly, if he stayed in London, it would be fine if he didn't have a case, and the grocery store on the corner made him very upset.

Sherlock thought to himself, this feeling must not be missing, it must be not adapting, then he urgently needs a case to enrich his mind and avoid thinking about that magical grocery store.

……

A few days later in the afternoon, Sherlock set off to the airport alone.Going abroad is as simple as that. Others have a lot of equipment in bottles and cans, but he only needs to bring a brain.Needless to say, the comfort of the State Mission aircraft, in short, this is a good opportunity to divert attention.

Thinking of this, Sherlock put on the blindfold - you can sleep a little longer on the plane, can't you.

As soon as Lestrade was seated, he wanted to go back and discuss the case with him, but seeing Sherlock put on the blindfold by himself, looking like no one else was bothering him, he had no choice but to take back the materials angrily.

If it wasn't the state's intention to take Sherlock, he assured that Sherlock had been thrown back to Baker Street by now.

The plane took off slowly, going across the beautiful Atlantic Ocean to another powerful and prosperous country.

The story of another country also quietly opened.

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If writing essays is like giving birth, then I must be in childbirth now.

There is another update in the evening, maybe it will be very late, you can watch it tomorrow.