Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Some people in the police station were familiar to Clara. For example, Jim who came here this time because of the police, he often came to the store to buy things, and the two of them got along quite well.

Jim quietly stepped aside, pulled Clara and asked, "Miss Cooper, did you call the police?"

"The guy who called the police was my date today," she explained. "We're the first witnesses—well, is that what you call it?"

"To be precise, the first witness at the scene," Jim muttered again, "I'm afraid it won't be a trivial matter this time, Inspector Lestrade is here..."

Clara hurriedly said in a panic: "I, I didn't do anything, I just saw her lying there, Jim, don't drag me into it—"

Only then did Jim notice that she was still by his side. Thinking of the cruel scene just now, as a woman, she should have been terrified and frightened, and he was so talkative that he might have scared her. Just as he was about to comfort her, he saw Lestrade coming.

Lestrade glanced at the well-dressed and beautiful woman, and said, "Is that Miss Clara Cooper?"

"Yes, I'm here," Clara turned her head to look, and the gray-haired Inspector Lestrade was looking at her gently, Clara said: "I saw you in the newspaper, you are Inspector Lestrade Is it long? Excuse me, I won’t be involved in any murder case.”

"Oh, no, please don't worry, we will only take you to make a record, and then you can go home," Lestrade reassured her, seeing that she seemed to be relieved, he couldn't help adding another sentence, " With all due respect, are you Sherlock Holmes's girlfriend? I have heard of you from him."

Clara's heart fluctuated, but she still looked shocked on the surface: "No, I just...uh, I have a crush on him... He often comes to my shop, so it can be regarded as acquaintance, oh, my shop is on Baker Street, You are welcome to come and consume, we sell everything with good quality and low price.”

Seeing that Clara started to advertise and turned the topic further and further, Lestrade had no intention of entangled with her any further: "I will go when I am free, thank you for your cooperation, Miss Cooper, please Let's make a record together."

"No problem, officer." Clara replied respectfully, and then said, "Sir, I don't know why you mentioned Holmes, oh—no, this is some kind of serial murder case! God, he has something to do with it." It must be such a terrible case!" Clara carefully observed Lestrade's expression, and the latter showed a helpless smile when he heard this, and comforted him: "Our London police will protect the safety of citizens, please do not worry."

"Of course!" Clara replied, seeing Lestrade's reaction, she had an answer in her heart.

She inquired about this for no other purpose, mainly to confirm that she would not have too much intersection with Sherlock's life, um, distance creates beauty, and a dangerous person like Sherlock can be seen from a distance but not up close. It looked safe from a distance, but after getting close, it might be difficult to get away.Fortunately, Lestrade's expression is not tense, and it seems that there will be no strange serial murders.

Lestrade shrugged and left. Clara looked ordinary. There are a lot of people like this on the street. It seems that Sherlock did not cover up when he clarified the relationship between the two that night. Excited, yes, he is such a strange person, how could he fall in love... By the way, are the citizens of London so afraid of serial murders now?It seems that those media did not guide people in the right direction...

Clara and Winslow went to the police station to make notes together, and Louise followed behind to comfort her because she was worried. When they were sitting in the police car, Louise kept saying: "Clara, don't worry, this It has nothing to do with you, the police will not make things difficult for you, trust them!"

"Okay," Clara said with a smile, "Louise, I understand that the police will not wrong civilians."

When Louise heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her tone was somewhat disappointed: "Oh, don't be disgusted, I'm just a little worried about you... How have you ever seen such things before, and your personality is so delicate and timid, hey , now you are not what you used to be, and you will not hide behind me like before, after all, some of your customers are policemen, and you are more familiar with them than I am."

"Yeah, if they're rude to me, I'll blackmail them hard in the future." Clara evaded the seriousness and patted the co-pilot Jim, "So, Jim, I'll be fine, right?"

Jim said helplessly: "Miss Cooper, I have told you several times, don't worry, you are just a witness and will not be detained!"

"However, it doesn't often happen in those detective novels and animations—" Louise said seriously, "The first eyewitness at the scene was later confirmed to be the murderer!"

Jim turned his head and looked at her strangely, "So, the implication of this lady is that Miss Cooper is also suspected of murder, and she is trying to persuade us to have a good trial?"

"Oh no!" Louise waved her hands in panic.

"Of course not," Clara reassured her, and gave Jim a mischievous look. "Isn't there another witness here? Louise means to thoroughly investigate Lawyer Winslow."

Winslow, who was named, sat slumped in the left back seat, with a weak and delicate expression on his face: "Oh... so scary..."

As he spoke, he seemed to be recalling something, his eyes were painful, a twitch seemed to be about to vomit again, and the faces of several people changed drastically. Clara, who was sitting in the middle, picked up his coat swiftly and blurred his face without hesitation. Coats are not cheap. Thinking of this, Lawyer Winslow immediately became honest.

"...It seems that the suspicion of Mr. Winslow can be cleared."

"I could not agree more."

The transcript was successfully concluded, and the three of them were ready to go home. Lawyer Winslow wanted to send the two ladies off, but his pale face and shaky steps made Clara and Louise reply him with a "NO!"

Lawyer Winslow was aggrieved, but it was irrefutable. In the end, the only car in the bureau that sent witnesses decided to send Winslow home first.Clara said that the store was so close that she could walk there, so the three parted ways. Louise and Winslow went back in a police car, and Clara left on foot.

It was already late at night, and the cold wind was blowing in the cold winter night. There were very few passers-by on the streets of London. They all huddled their necks in their thick scarves and hurried home.

Instead of urging Clara to move, the cold wind made her wake up a lot from the farce. She walked towards Baker Street without rushing. After all, there was no one waiting for her at home, and she was alone when she got home. Or to reopen, so the warmth she needs doesn't come sooner or later, no matter how late she arrives home.

She suddenly thought of Sherlock who had been peeping in the dark for two or three years, tsk, his life was much worse than hers, at least she still had her own store and pillow place in the city center, and Sherlock could only It's a pity to rent a house... Clara's gloomy mood was strangely relieved when she thought of it.

Well, sure enough, happiness needs to be built on the pain of others.

With this illicit pleasure, she quickened her pace, and soon came to the intersection of Baker Street. After pressing the button, she caught a glimpse of a scene that she would never forget in her life.

On the empty street, at the door of her closed shop stood a tall and thin man, dressed in a long black windbreaker down to his calves, looking down at the asphalt road intently, the white mist produced by his breathing slowly Appearing and slowly dissipating, the cold wind seems to be insulated from him. Standing quietly like this, it seems to have existed silently for a hundred years.

Keenly aware of the staring eyes, Sherlock looked in Clara's direction. Under the street lamp, his long face, which looked abnormally white, was inlaid with wise and deep eyes. He recognized that the person on the other side of the road was Clara. , the vigilance between his eyebrows gradually disappeared, and he pointed to the green signal light on her head, reminding her to come over.

Clara regained her senses, crossed the road in three steps at a time, took out the keys from her handbag and walked towards him. She didn't realize that she was a little anxious, and chatted with Sherlock: "Why is it so late?" Come back?"

"Well, I was evicted by the landlord." He pointed to the door of the store, and Clara lowered her head, only to notice these big and small bags, and the white skulls on the luggage were particularly eye-catching.

Clara couldn't help asking, "What is that?"

"my friend."

"Ha, speaking of which, why don't you spend the night at a friend's house?" Clara opened the store door, carried two suitcases for him, and turned on the light after entering the door. Orange light shone down, which is rare in a small store. Warm.

Sherlock also came in with his things, and said, "I'm just at a friend's house."

Clara originally planned to say that the relationship between them was at most a relationship between a boss and a customer. What kind of friends are these?But his usual lone ranger-like figure appeared in her mind, and she thought about the scene of Sherlock waiting at the door of the store just now, and she swallowed this harsh sentence in a mysterious way.Forget it...a man needs to be gentle once in a while, and Clara was almost moved by her kindness.

"You usually have a lot of customers, but the money you earn is only enough to rent such a small shop." Sherlock said indifferently.

"..." Didn't you see the slogan in the store? "Good quality and low price, no deceit for the old and the old", what kind of money can such a store make!Hehe, it seemed that someone deliberately didn't want her to be kind. Clara turned her head and said to him softly, "Sherlock, get out of here."

"Noway." He entered the back room with peace of mind, "Clara, I hope you understand that I will come to stay with you, thanks to your gift, if the credit card was not cheated by you, I would not have no money to stay in the hotel."

Well, it's true.

At the beginning, in order to completely grasp the detective who was erratic, she put forward the theory to Sherlock, "Anyway, your basic necessities are covered by our shop, why don't you leave your credit card with me?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Detective liked this idea very much." Straight fist", after serious thinking, he actually gave her the credit card, and now it is estimated that the most expensive thing in his body is the transportation card...

This wave recognized it!

She generously gave up the back room for Sherlock, but what she thought in her heart was, how could a man be willing to let a beautiful girl like her, who is prettier than a flower, sleep on the sofa?So he opened the sofa outside, hugged the quilt and prepared to spend the night.

... And then she really made it through the night.

The next day, she got up with a sore back and a sore back to tidy up the quilt, her teeth itching with hatred, she overestimated Sherlock's moral consciousness, she should have expected that Sherlock was definitely not the kind of person who would sympathize with others!

"Good morning, Clara." He came out of the back room, his face was still sleepy, his voice was low and sweet like the sounds of nature, "Well, what are you writing?"

Clara ruthlessly crossed out the word "Killhim" on the paper, but her fierce eyes turned into a pool of autumn water when she looked up and saw his rare relaxed appearance. She casually threw the paper ball into the trash can, showing her charm again With a smile, she said coquettishly: "Good morning, Sherlock, last night in 'my' bed-sleep, ok, ok?"

Heart of beauty in everyone.She admits that she just has no resistance to men with good skins, especially the Mr. Detective in front of her who has not responded to her teasing and teasing. Itchy.

What should I do if I encounter such a person?

A girl with both wisdom and beauty——

Don't be cowardly, just flirt!

Keep flirting, don't stop!

The author has something to say: Don't be cowardly, just flirt!

Keep flirting, don't stop!