Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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The case was really well broken.

No one expected that while everyone was obediently waiting for instructions, two guys who didn't play their cards according to common sense solved the case secretly, and they solved it so quickly.

Clara had already taken advantage of the chaos and left Parsons' house. She was careful enough this time, and even Dr. Letterman, who had been observing the surroundings, didn't notice when she left.

I wanted to detain her and interrogate her, but this time I had to let her go... But there is always a chance to catch her.

Mr. White, who was sitting on the sofa, had been silent since the crime was revealed just now.

Letterman recalled Clara's question just now—"Didn't Mr. Parsons deserve what he deserved?"

After dealing with the police, Letterman asked the handcuffed domestic worker.

"Why did you come back?" Letterman looked at him, "You knew that this matter would be exposed sooner or later, why did you come back?"

White remained silent.

Sherlock answered for him: "Betty is his and Mrs. Parsons' daughter."

White's eyes widened suddenly: "Why do you even-"

"What are you so surprised for?" Sherlock said indifferently, "I can see everything about you."

"...Please," White whispered suddenly, approaching him, "don't tell this."

Sherlock took a step back: "What's the matter? Is it your underground affair with Mrs. Parsons, or Mrs. Parsons is also involved in—"

"Mr. Holmes," Letterman interrupted him. He was silent for a moment, and Sherlock waited for him to continue, seemingly not understanding his hint at all.

Letterman changed the subject and said, "Well... Where is Mrs. Holmes?"

Sherlock only realized that Clara was gone, and that was all - she had taken his coat.

Very good, now the hatred has been successfully transferred to Clara.

White on the sofa looked at Letterman gratefully: "Thank you, thank you..."

"I'm not for you, nor for Mrs. Parsons," Letterman waved his hand and turned his eyes, "I also have a daughter..."

So he understood White's considerations. If he took his daughter and left, he would live forever as a fugitive, and Betty would also follow him.

Not only that, Mrs. Parsons will be exposed sooner or later, which will not be good for anyone.

So he chose to stay and wait to bear all the crimes, while Mrs. Parsons took Betty back to England to continue living, at least the lives of the two of them could be as peaceful as before.

...a heartwarming story.

He could even feel Mr. White's affection for Mrs. Parsons, and for Betty.

—As for Sherlock.

Now, Letterman can fully see what kind of person he is. Although he has excellent observation and analysis skills, he lacks the understanding and understanding of emotions. State doing things?

Even if someone tells Letterman now that Sherlock killed someone, it is not incomprehensible.

The only place where I can see a little bit of humanity is when I see Mrs. Holmes, that conceited woman, and only then can I see a different side of him.

Thinking of this, Letterman found it very interesting.

These two people are very interesting, one is cold and the other is eager, one is pure and the other is complicated.One speaks straight and forthrightly, while the other has a lot of gossip.

Tsk, but in terms of character alone, the combination of Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Holmes looks like a scum for a scum.

After all, neither of them seem to be good people.

Clara Cooper, the No. [-] seed in "Not a Good Guy," was already in the car of the plumber squad by this time.

Obviously, James's admiration for her has deepened.

"My God! Clara, how did you do it! Not only did you get the USB flash drive and bookmark, but you also managed to escape from Dr. Letterman's clutches!"

"That's right, I'm that good," Clara said boldly, and then turned cold again, "Do you know what the only flaw in this mission is?"

James' eyes lit up: "Oh my God! How can there be flaws! I think it's already great!"

"Yes," Clara smiled kindly at him, and pointed to herself, "The only flaw is that I was covered in water."

Clara played tricks and shook her head violently. The water on her head suddenly splashed on the three people in the car.

Vincent and Anna had nothing to say and wiped their faces silently.

James was still very happy: "But this didn't affect your performance at all! Dear Clara, uh...how about treating you to a meal to make it up?"

"do not want!"

"Then take you shopping?"

"do not want!"

"Then..." James had a flash of inspiration, "It's rare for you to go abroad once, why don't we go around and get a taste of the customs and customs of America?"

It's exactly what I want!

Clara seemed to be thinking about it, and finally said: "Okay, let's go...to California, how about it?"

James said enthusiastically: "No problem!"

So the hard-to-coax Clara finally smiled.

The two teammates in the front row still had nothing to say, and they silently listened to their plans. For the first time, they felt that good quality was also needed for background boards.

Then Vincent finally chose to jump out of the background panel group and asked, "Ahem, Clara, what's wrong with your coat? Uh, it doesn't seem to fit well."

Only then did Clara notice her coat, and quickly remembered the origin of the coat. She immediately picked up the mobile phone in the car, and she saw the text message from Sherlock:

"Suit.—SH."

Clara subconsciously flipped through her pockets, and couldn't help but roll her eyes—who would put such an important thing as a passport in her pocket!

Cough, after all, Mr. Holmes didn't bring anything except his brain, including any luggage, and his passport could only be put in his pocket.

Such casual preparations for going abroad are even more negligent than visiting her house.

Clara texted him back: "When will you go back?" She could choose a time to send his passport there accordingly.

Standing at the door of this single-family villa wearing a coat, Sherlock walked along the water stains on the ground, and suddenly the water stains disappeared in front of a parking space. Clara got into the car, and the water stains just disappeared in the middle of the parking space. Judging from the size, she should not be driving.

well.

Sherlock looked at the parking space, walked towards the entrance of the community, and replied to Clara's text message: "Tomorrow afternoon."

Clara was taken aback by this answer, and immediately patted Vincent on the driver's seat: "Hey, Vincent, turn around and go back to the previous street corner."

"Ah?" Vincent turned around, "What's wrong?"

Clara said helplessly: "There is Mr. Holmes' passport in the coat, and I have to send it to him."

Hearing the word Holmes, James next to him immediately turned pale, but he couldn't say anything, after all, Clara seemed to have known Mr. Holmes for a long time.

In addition, she called herself "Mrs. Holmes" before, which made James want to take the opportunity to shoot Holmes.

Of course Vincent went back, but it was obviously too dangerous for Clara to go there, so she waited for Sherlock to come over, and the three of them stayed in the car, guarding the opposite side of the intersection and staring at the Holmes family who were talking.

"James," Anna asked, "in your opinion, are they really a couple?"

"Certainly not," James replied, leaning on the window, looking at the two diagonally opposite without blinking, "think about when they saw each other in the villa, they were obviously caught off guard, how could any couple be like this ?”

Clara seemed to have an argument with Sherlock, but the two actually slipped around while talking at the intersection at the traffic lights.

The corner of Vincent's mouth twitched: "What are they doing?"

Anna guessed: "Maybe it's to cultivate feelings."

James' hands were itching more and more, where was his Barrett M82A1!

Then on the second lap, Sherlock suddenly stopped at the intersection where they were, and gestured their direction with his eyes. Clara looked disbelieving, and finally stood behind him, watching Sherlock walk towards the car Come.

Anna was stunned: "He, he, why did he come here!"

James gritted his teeth: "Vincent, increase the gears and step on the accelerator, hit him to death!"

Vincent: "...you're not serious, are you?"

——In short, the time quickly jumped to the evening, it was still the same car, but the people had changed.

Vincent and Anna deal with the U disk and bookmarks, and James is responsible for taking Clara to California for fun.But the atmosphere in the car was not lively. The main reason was that apart from James and Clara, there was also Sherlock who was reading a book leisurely in the back seat.

Neither Clara nor Sherlock applied for a U.S. driver's license, so of course James was driving. The co-pilot's pillow made people feel too unsafe, so both Clara and Sherlock sat in the back seat.

This gave James a strong sense of gap——

If Clara sat in the front row with him, then the relationship between the three of them could be understood as a "couple" and a guest.However, Clara and Holmes sat in the back, so it was a bit like "couple" and driver.

Of course, the specific references of the two "couples" must be different.

James looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror. Clara changed into a white sweater over a coat, jeans and cotton boots, like a female college student in her youth. She noticed that James was looking at her, so she showed him smile.

Well, Clara is so pretty.James thought so.And do as the Romans do, there is no British old-fashioned taste.

However, Sherlock next to him was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and was still reading a book. He looked like an old man.

Clara said with emotion: "You actually brought this book with you!"

"Dr. Letterman gave it to me." Sherlock looked at the "Lolita" in his hand, "He suggested that I read it, so that I can know how much disaster a pedophile can bring to children."

Clara nodded: "Yes, it's very necessary." She still remembered Sherlock's indifferent sentence "What's the matter with me" at that time, which made her feel chilled.

However, Sherlock's character is also good. It is this kind of calmness that allows him to eliminate external interference and concentrate on living out his own appearance. This genius, freak, and high-functioning anti-social personality consulting detective.

There was no sound in the car again. James coughed lightly and said to Clara with a smile, "Hey, beauty, shall I take you to the hottest venue in California?"

Clara was a little embarrassed: "Uh... I'm actually here to meet the netizens, and develop customer relations by the way. They ordered a bottle of Lafite in my store."

Sherlock glanced at her, very good, her grocery store still sells red wine now, not only sells red wine, but also sells it abroad.

James was a little disappointed: "Oh..."

Sherlock could clearly feel the driver's hostility towards him. Since he got in the car in the afternoon, he has always hated him. As long as Clara talks to him, the driver will look unhappy.

Well, let's make him even more unhappy.Sherlock turned to look at Clara, and said in a low voice, "Clara, I remember you told John that the grocery store's home delivery service is only for Mr. Holmes."

Clara was taken aback, overjoyed, could it be that she was jealous? ? ?Even if it's jealousy with customers...

James stepped on the gas pedal with a dark face and went to your sister's door-to-door delivery service.

Sherlock smiled, closed the book and closed his eyes to rest.

So, when the three of them knocked on the door of "Doctor Internet Addiction" with a strange aura, there were good stories inside and outside the door.

The story in the door is as wonderful as it gets.

Clara looked shocked: Why are these people wearing camouflage uniforms at home? ? ?

A guy who looked like a Jew stared straight at Clara: "Whatabeauty!" He was about to rush forward.

James endured for a day and finally chose to explode, and suddenly pulled out his pistol: "Back back!"

Leonard beside the door was startled and asked tremblingly, "Are you...?"

"Hey! Dr. Cooper," Clara smiled, put away James' pistol and continued to introduce herself, "I'm Miss Cooper~"

Leonard turned his head and said excitedly: "Sheldon! It's Clara!" Tsk, this tone seems to imply something...

The tallest guy in the room was originally huddled behind the sofa, but when he heard this name, he suddenly showed a strange expression, and then rushed to her in a stride: "Clara, you are heartless, shameless, unreasonable, lawless, lawless, colorful..."

Clara's smile froze, and she turned to Sherlock, "What's this about?"

The detective in the long trench coat stayed away and said indifferently, "Chinese."

Leonard smiled kindly: "This is Sheldon's state after you mailed that copy of Qiong Yao. Let me tell you, I'm not annoyed at all." Nonsense, I guess you must be so annoyed that you're going to explode.

The author has something to say:

Xie Er: You are ruthless, shameless, unreasonable, lawless and colorful...

Grandma Qiong Yao: To be reasonable, the last three words are not my fault [manual goodbye]