Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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"Hello, dear, we meet again." Clara smiled, with a polite look, as if she was a social elite, not the proprietress of the corner grocery store.

Mrs. Parsons froze for a moment: "You know each other?"

Sherlock explained: "Of course, hello, ma'am, I am Sherlock Holmes."

Mrs. Parsons pondered for a moment and realized: "Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes...you two—"

"I'm the detective who accompanied Scotland Yard police officers to investigate Mr. Parsons's incident," Sherlock introduced himself, "Actually, we have nothing to do with—"

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Parsons interrupted him, and she was extremely surprised when she saw the person leaning against the doorframe behind Sherlock, "Dr. Letterman!"

Only then did Letterman realize that it was time to say hello to the hostess: "Hello, Mrs. Parsons, we will do our best."

While his wife and Letterman were crying, Sherlock glanced at Clara and chuckled, "Mrs. Holmes?"

"Yes, that's me." Clara said brazenly.

Dr. Letterman, who had been paying attention to this side, suddenly regained his spirits, pointed at Clara and said loudly: "This is a lie!"

Clara glanced at Letterman upon hearing the sound, but ignored him.

Of course Sherlock knew it was a lie, and continued to ask: "When did you become a lawyer? Huh?"

"It has always been." Clara said righteously, "Please don't insult my profession, sir."

Dr. Laitman enthusiastically concluded: "It's another lie."

Clara glanced at Letterman again, with a calm expression, while Letterman still smiled and said nothing.

Sherlock asked, "When did you come?"

Clara replied, "Yesterday afternoon."

"lie."

"Where's Nancy?"

"Relatives home."

"lie."

"What is your purpose here?"

"It's still a question. Of course, this matter should be resolved through formal legal procedures."

"lie."

Clara finally couldn't take it anymore, pointed at Dr. Letterman next to him and asked Sherlock: "Who is this person you brought!"

Sherlock smiled: "Oh, Clara, strictly speaking, I didn't bring him here, he brought me here, let me introduce to you—" He turned sideways and gestured to Letterman next to him , "Dr. Carl Letterman, American polygraph expert."

Clara: "..." Good guy, have you met an expert?

Dr. Letterman pursed his lips, put his chin in his hand, looked at Clara with interest, and explained with a smile: "In fact, everyone tells three lies on average in a 10-minute conversation, but guess what? ?”

He smiled: "In the past 10 minutes, what you said was all lies."

Clara: "..." This is miserable.

Be humble!Otherwise, you will definitely be slapped in the face by an expert who came out of nowhere!

Mrs. Parsons on the side was stunned. She looked at Clara and said in disbelief, "You're not a lawyer? You're not a lawyer. How did you get in here?"

"Who says I'm not a lawyer?" Clara pushed her glasses, took out the ID from her bag, and handed it to Mrs. Parsons. "Madam, no matter what, please trust me."

Dr. Letterman had been staring at Clara, seeing her frank attitude at this moment, and asked again: "Are you a lawyer?"

"My credentials will answer that question," Clara said politely. "I am offended by my refusal to answer your barrage of questions, Dr. Letterman."

Letterman doesn't care if she is not offended, his intention is to offend people.

Sherlock next to him asked: "Clara, one last question, tell me how you will handle this case?"

Clara glanced at Mrs. Parsons. After all, she is a stakeholder in this matter. If she agrees, Clara will make a statement.

The latter looked suspiciously at the three people present, holding Clara's hard-to-distinguish ID in his hand, and said, "Please answer the question, Mrs. Holmes."

This appellation stunned the tense two people for a moment, but Clara quickly accepted the appellation and said calmly: "According to international law, our country has the right to send personnel to conduct a thorough investigation and demand that our diplomats die in other countries. The country will provide a proper explanation and compensation, but this requires evidence." (The author did not find out the information, it is purely fabricated, don't go into it)

Clara said heavily: "I have to say, ma'am, you have to ask me to obtain evidence, otherwise I can't prove which country this matter is related to."

Mrs. Parsons glanced at Letterman, who nodded to show that Clara was telling the truth.

"But why is it your turn to collect evidence?" Sherlock was reluctant.

"Under international law," Clara said, "national law enforcement officers can participate in the evidence collection process." (Still fictional)

Clara paused: "If I had to say it, I belonged to come with you, but I arrived early."

Letterman couldn't help being surprised: "These two sentences are actually true." He smiled slyly, "But you still don't want to answer my question directly, Mrs. Holmes, are you a lawyer?"

Clara looked at him, and after a few seconds, replied: "Yes."

Sherlock looked at Dr. Letterman, who put away his smile, turned his head away from Clara, and exclaimed, "This time it turned out to be true again."

"I'm not lying," Clara said with a smile.

"Very well, this sentence is a lie again."

"..." If you don't grab her, can you die?

Sherlock had already experienced Clara's difficulty, and decided to give up continuing to entangle with her on this matter, and said to Mrs. Parsons: "No matter what, let's take a look at this case first."

As the key object of suspicion, Clara was always followed by Mrs. Parsons, which prevented her from moving freely, so she had to choose to follow Sherlock to move in the bedroom on the second floor, and Letterman followed Mrs. Parsons to continue his observation.

"Has Mr. Parsons been feeling unwell recently?" Sherlock asked, "Such as stomach trouble, enteritis and so on."

Mrs. Parsons hesitated. "Uh, no."

"Did you think of something just now?" Dr. Letterman asked as he leaned against the closet in the bedroom. He motioned to the corner of Mrs. Parsons's eyes, "You just looked down and frowned quickly."

Clara took this opportunity to take the notebook and moved it to the bedside table seemingly unintentionally.

Mrs. Parsons had no choice but to confess honestly: "He has always had stomach problems, so it is not a recent physical discomfort."

"Always?" Sherlock frowned. "Are you responsible for his usual medication?"

"Oh, his stomach problem is an old problem," Mrs. Parsons said. "We have been following the advice of an old Chinese medicine doctor in Chinatown. He drinks Chinese medicine," Mrs. Parsons said. Let me show you some soothing things given by Chinese medicine.”

good chance!

Clara moved away calmly, watching Mrs. Parsons open the bedside table and take out paper packages from it. She sat on the bed and opened the paper packages. Sure enough, there was a strong smell of medicine.

"Prescribed by the old Chinese doctor?" Clara asked.

Mrs. Parsons replied: "Yes, the old Chinese medicine doctor is very good. Our domestic worker introduced it to us, including medicine, and it is also brought to us by the domestic worker every time."

"What a qualified domestic worker." Sherlock said with emotion.

"This is because..." Mrs. Parsons explained, "the domestic worker's family is not rich, and my husband pays for his daughter's school expenses. My family has no children, so I like his daughter very much, and he treats us very well. The whole family is very grateful.”

"Where is the domestic worker now?" Dr. Letterman asked.

Mrs. Parsons looked at the time: "He has gone to pick up his daughter, and he will probably be back soon." She smiled gently, "Since my husband passed away, he has given me a lot of help. His little daughter is staying with me for a few days."

Sherlock and the others were still talking, but Clara was distracted and noticed something golden in the open bedside table.

Now that everyone is here, I can't do anything... I need to find something to divert my attention.

Clara put her hands behind her back, pretending to concentrate on listening to Mrs. Parsons' narration, but tapped the earphone hidden in her sleeve with her fingers.

The plumber squad downstairs got a signal from Clara and set off immediately.

Then, a minute later, a gust of water suddenly gushed up from the downstairs to the second floor, and the window of the bedroom was wide open, and Clara, who was closest to the window, was immediately drenched in the cold.

She closed her eyes and wiped the water off her face, teammate pig.

Mrs. Parsons immediately ran to the window and closed it. There were a few people downstairs. They were greeting her in embarrassment, saying that the neighbor next door called to say that there was a problem with the fire hydrant. , but said it could be resolved immediately.

After these words were over, Clara also successfully hooked up the small golden USB flash drive.

"Clara?" Suddenly Sherlock called her, Clara's hand shook, and the U disk fell to the ground, and Clara immediately knelt down to pick it up.

This move was so strange, Sherlock walked to her side: "What are you doing?"

"Tie your shoes," Clara said casually.

"Don't be funny, you are wearing leather shoes, where did you get the shoelaces?"

Seeing Sherlock getting closer and closer, Clara threw something on the ground and quickly picked it up.

Sherlock: "..."

Well, he saw what it was, a tampon...

Clara stood up, her face turned pale due to nervousness, and with the water all over her body, it looked miserable no matter how she looked...

She was still rubbing her hands with emotion, when she suddenly felt a napkin on her head and an extra coat on her body.

Clara raised her head, and the other hand pulled off the glasses on the bridge of her nose and pinched them in her hand. The other hand just wiped her dripping hair at this angle, her thin lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were focused, and she was gone. The usual indifference and suspicion.

Sherlock's blazer came to her, revealing the black shirt, and Clara couldn't help but sighed, "Dear Sherlock looks thin and fleshy when undressed."

Sherlock flicked his hand, the napkin was thrown on her head immediately and stopped moving, he turned his head and left on his own.

Clara wanted to slap herself, tsk, I call you cheap!

Letterman asked instead: "Why, Mrs. Holmes doesn't know what Mr. Holmes' figure is?"

Sherlock glanced at the two of them with rather indifferent eyes.

Clara stared at Letterman resentfully, why bother to add this sentence, look, Sherlock is unhappy again.

Letterman felt that the atmosphere between the young couple was really interesting. Just now they were still at war downstairs, and just now they were very affectionate. Could it be that these two people are really "Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Holmes"?

Clara wiped her hair carefully with a napkin, not forgetting the task, and said to Mrs. Parsons, "Uh, why don't we go to the study and take another look, anyway, we can't continue collecting evidence in the bedroom now."

"How do you know that his house has a study?" Sherlock asked immediately.

Clara replied: "Who doesn't have a study room."

"Do you have any at home?"

"Have!"

"It's a lie again." Dr. Letterman added a sentence between the two at the right time. This young duo is very interesting. Mr. Holmes doesn't need to say more. The behavior Mrs. Holmes took just now...is very interesting.

Clara didn't know that she had been marked by a polygraph expert, and she was still glaring at Dr. Letterman, who was indifferent to this harmless look, turned and left the bedroom.

Mrs. Parsons finally felt guilty towards Clara this time, and said, "Oh, sorry, I'll get you a cup of hot milk."

"Thank you." Clara replied politely.

"Mrs. Holmes is very good-looking," Mrs. Parsons praised her casually. "Especially with glasses, she doesn't look so rigid."

Clara froze.

Glasses!Oh, the glasses are in Sherlock's place!The earphones were especially washed by the water just now, and they must be useless, and the glasses were taken away, how could she contact the plumber team!

She hurriedly went out to catch up with Sherlock. The latter saw her running hurriedly, so he stood still and waited for her, but he didn't want her to look at him, and suddenly blushed.

"Mrs. Holmes" must be thinking about something she shouldn't be thinking...

"Ahem..." Clara pretended to be calm, "My glasses."

Sherlock looked at the glasses in his hand, then at Clara: "You're not nearsighted, what do you need eyes for?"

Clara started talking nonsense again: "I'm afraid I look too good without my glasses."

Dr. Letterman, who was watching the two of them for a long time, laughed, and immediately got the different meanings in the eyes of the two.

Sherlock handed her the glasses, and seeing Clara reaching out to take them, she always felt that she was proud of her tricks, so when she raised her hand, Clara immediately rushed to nothing, she didn't give up, and continued to take it up, Xia Locke Locke raised the glasses directly above her head, and Clara once again missed, and at his current height, she had to jump up to get it...

She couldn't help but get angry: "What do you mean?"

Sherlock thought for a while, put the glasses in the small pocket on his chest, and said in a cold tone, "I'll keep them for you." After speaking, he turned and left again.

Clara looked at the slender figure, gritted her teeth, and refused to give, why did she deliberately tease her for a while!Want to tease her!

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The audience in the front row picked up the sugar_(:з」∠)_

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My baby... I have a bad mood recently. I want to sort out my mood. I asked everyone to leave for a few days. For the sake of my hard work a few days ago, don't bother with me~

Hmm... Thursday (8.18) will resume updates at 6000:[-] p.m., and there will be [-]+ updates that night

Anyway, I just need to prepare the things I need to start school, and I need to run around for the account files and so on...

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