Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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No one knows what it's like to indulge overnight, except James.

In the morning, when Dr. Worowitz dragged him back, James smelled of alcohol and had lipstick marks on his neck, and he was dead asleep.

Clara was troubled.

"Since James can't drive, one of us must be driving," Clara said sadly. "I think that person--it must be me."

Sherlock went straight to the back seat: "I strongly agree, why, there are still questions?"

"Of course there is a problem..." Clara sighed wistfully, "I don't have a driver's license, dear."

This time it was Sherlock's turn to be surprised: "You still care about violating traffic laws?"

Clara was hopeless: "Uh... I really do care."

"Oh, well," Sherlock recalled the years of knowing her, never even seeing her cross the road at a red light, Sherlock smiled at her, "then you can wait until this guy wakes up and drives us back, and then we Pay for the airfare back home.”

"Stop talking," Clara opened the car door decisively, "Let's go!"

And James was disgusted by Sherlock because of his alcohol smell, so he left it at Dr. Cooper's home. There were only two people left in the car. Sherlock was sitting in the back seat, and Clara was racing all the way, just to get back to Washington Airport as soon as possible.

She didn't care about the airfare, but she cared about Sherlock's airfare.

Judging from Mr. Detective's behavior of putting his passport in his pocket, the probability that he brought money is basically zero.

It's not a big deal for Clara to book another ticket, but if she books two, she will be asked by the boss when she goes back, who owns the other one?Why are you with Sherlock?Why do you miss the plane?

How should she explain it then!

Such pressure forced Clara Cooper, the "excellent citizen representative", to ignore the traffic laws and follow the navigation all the way back to Washington.

It was supposed to be a nice trip for two.

In other words, Clara imagined that along the way, Sherlock would question her when she couldn't concentrate on driving, such as why did she appear in the United States?Why became a lawyer?Why did you go to Caltech to determine the composition of a bottle of wine?Why did Leonard say to make medicine for her?

These questions, with the character of Sherlock Holmes, will never let go.

It's just that he seemed to be caring all of a sudden, and stayed quietly in the back seat with his eyes closed, even though Clara had already thought up a complete set of seamless rhetoric waiting for him to attack.

But he didn't even ask!

Clara almost couldn't help asking why he didn't pick on her, but she held back—why?nonsense!She is not abusive!

In case any logical conflict is accidentally picked out...

Clara sent Sherlock back to the hotel where the Scotland Yard police stayed, and watched him put on his coat and go in without turning his head. Clara felt melancholy as if he was thrown away after being used up.

...Well, she's used to it.

When she backed up the car and was about to leave, she suddenly knocked on her car window with one hand.

Clara looked out, and Mr. Detective went back and forth, still looking at her indifferently, but Clara's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, she collected herself, and asked, "Why, I forgot something?"

Sherlock paused, and finally said, "Clara, pay attention to that James."

"Huh?" Clara was stunned.

"He's watching you." Sherlock stood still, looked away, "Be careful."

James is the Boss's person, so it's not strange to monitor her, but she carefully concealed those key things, such as she and Sherlock will meet, such things, even if there is no need to monitor, the Boss will know, so there is no need worry……

But then again...

"Dear Mr. Holmes," Clara's eyebrows curved into a smile, "are you concerned about me?"

Sherlock seemed to be in a good mood. After looking at her for a while, he tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows: "Of course, Mrs. Holmes."

Mrs. Holmes finally left with a smile all over her face.

However, after returning to the hotel where she was staying, she had to sigh with emotion that this trip to the United States was really ill-fated.

Clara stared at the USB flash drive and bookmark on the table, with complicated emotions: "Our people have been withdrawn?"

"Yes..." Anna lowered her head, looking very guilty, "I'm sorry, the boss asked us to help you, but we didn't have much effect."

"Just know." Clara said unceremoniously, "Vincent, where is the removed person now?"

Vincent's face was very bad: "Prison, jailed for taking bribes."

"Tsk," Clara frowned, "When did it happen?"

"Yesterday," Vincent replied, "I was fired and imprisoned yesterday, and the action was unbelievable."

Clara had a bad premonition, and made a quick decision: "I'll just take this thing back, book a ticket, and I'll leave as soon as possible."

"It was already booked yesterday—" Anna said, "We booked the ticket after the accident, this afternoon, there are still two hours left, let's go now."

"Okay." Clara didn't hesitate, picked up the suitcase and left, looking at the things on the table, she had a flash of inspiration, "Is there any needlework?"

Vincent couldn't keep up with her speed: "Huh? Are you... Are your clothes damaged?"

Clara really couldn't help rolling her eyes this time.

Vincent felt the helplessness of the "golden agent", and immediately said that there was a simple sewing kit in the car, which prevented Clara from beating them up.

Clara's intuition was quite accurate. When she entered the airport dressed plainly, intending to sneak to the security checkpoint, but was caught, Clara knew that she was being targeted.

She is so cautious and can be targeted, the other party is definitely not an ordinary person.

Oh--

Look who that is!Sure enough, he is no ordinary person!

Clara couldn't help beating her heart, even though she was still acting like an angry passenger.

"Well, Mrs. Holmes, it is a pleasure to meet you here."

Dr. Letterman sat in his office at the airport next to an elegant woman with a gentle smile but short, shaggy hair that reminded her of milk puffs.

Clara sat down opposite the blazing-eyed uncle, with the air of being violent and troublesome: "I hope you can give me an explanation, what's wrong with me, and I need Dr. Letterman to detain me in person."

However, Letterman is more aggressive than her: "Oh, if you ask me this, then I have to say, you are great, Miss Cooper, your documents, passports, etc. are very real information."

"Then where did I offend you?" Clara sneered.

Letterman was lying on the table, with his fingers crossed in front of him, and his eyes were fixed on her. She was very familiar with this action, and she would make this action whenever Sherlock wanted to carefully observe whether she was lying.

"Miss Clara Cooper, are you a lawyer?"

"Yes."

The lady with puff hair next to her immediately showed an expression of appreciation: "Wow, there is no sign of lying."

"A little trick," said Dr. Letterman, smiling. "Very clever, Miss Cooper. But please repeat the whole sentence—'I am a lawyer in international law.' Come on, repeat."

Clara, who was exposed, didn't seem flustered, and said calmly, "I'm a lawyer in international law."

"Wow," the puff-haired lady stared at her as if observing a rare animal, "how did you do it!"

Clara has a good impression of this puff-haired lady, if not for the current occasion, then she would be happy to explain to her——

The judgment of micro-expressions mainly takes into account people's psychological conditions and physical habits. For example, when people recall things, they don't necessarily look down to the right, but may also look up.

So to avoid such a psychological test, the first thing is to convince yourself psychologically.

Dr. Letterman asked her, "Are you a lawyer?"

She only answered a "yes", this "yes" can be to affirm another thing from the psychological level, such as "are you a woman", but this requires a very fast reaction.

Dr. Letterman ordered again, "Please say the full sentence 'I am a lawyer in international law'."

She followed his instructions and said the entire sentence, but in fact, she was thinking more about Lawyer Winslow—at this time, she was more disgusted and contemptuous, which confused the original sentence impact on her.

It is not difficult to avoid micro-expression lie detection, but it takes a lot of practice, practiced enough to be able to arouse a certain emotion in an instant.

Luckily, though, she's been practicing it ever since Sherlock tried to tell if she was lying by the look on her face.

Expressions certainly don’t lie, they do reflect a person’s psychological state, but humans are complex creatures, and humans can have multiple emotions at the same time.

Therefore, if the person Dr. Letterman encounters has a strong enough psychological quality and sufficient skills, it is not impossible to escape the doctor's eyes.

It's just that it's really difficult.

After all, you need to mobilize your emotions instantly and correct your usual physical habits. To give the simplest example, when you want to laugh, try raising your eyebrows first.

Clara Cooper's expression did not explain anything at all. To be honest, this brought a lot of surprise to the two doctors present, not so much surprise as surprise.

For the first time, Dr. Laitman had a strong desire to recruit this person: "To be honest, Clara, you and I both know that you really have problems."

"I don't know." Clara didn't let go.

"However," Letterman continued, "if you are willing to stay in the United States, maybe I can clean up those backgrounds for you, and even provide you with a lot of living expenses."

Hearing the cost of living, Clara's expression finally wavered.

She is poor and crazy.

"What do you want from me?" Clara said, "I have nothing."

"Ahh—" Dr. Letterman pointed at the corner of her mouth, "This sentence is a lie, it seems that you can't hide it from me every time, why?"

The puff-haired lady snickered: "Carl, I think it's because you distracted her by your 'big living expenses', Miss Cooper, to be honest, your performance is very interesting, I think we can hire you .”

This is no small temptation...

Clara hesitated for a moment, and was about to answer, but someone knocked on the door outside.

The three of them looked at the door together, and they saw the familiar Scotland Yard inspector, and behind him was a more familiar tall detective.

Sherlock looked at Clara with a distressed expression, and his voice was gentle and full of love: "Honey, you are really here, and I am very worried about you."

Clara: "..."

Oh, I almost forgot to introduce, when it comes to acting, the whole world owes Mr. Detective an Oscar.

whatever!It doesn't matter, let her drown in this look!

The author has something to say:

The part about the micro-expression is not all the author's nonsense. When I visited the school before, a senior student in a criminal psychology class let me experience the lie detector.

I asked her about how a lie detector works.It is to judge whether the person being tested is lying or not based on the changes in the body - pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure, etc.

Later, when conducting the micro-expression test, I thought of Dr. Ligntman, and asked her whether it was possible to determine whether a person is lying with the naked eye in "lietome".

The senior sister explained it to me. The general idea is that everyone has different habits. It is possible that the way one person lies is different from the way another person lies, so there may be deviations only by the naked eye. It may be possible to perform polygraph detection under the condition of paying attention, but one or two can still be avoided when knowing that the other party is observing the expression.

……Um,

Well, to put it bluntly, I made a trick for Clara. She speculated that Letterman used facial expressions to detect lies_(:3」∠)_