Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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"Oh, honey, you're actually here, you must not know how worried I am about you." Sherlock said, walked in past Lestrade, and gave her a gentle hug.

Clara took the opportunity to hug him tightly.

Sherlock twitched his arm, but didn't take it out. Sherlock lowered his head and gave her a warning look, and the latter looked at him pitifully, as if frightened.

Well... I'm afraid that hooligans have thick skins.

Dr. Letterman coughed lightly: "Uh, two?"

Only then did Clara let go of her hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Honey, they want to detain me here and not let me go home."

Sherlock took her into his arms very distressedly, and turned his head to stare at Letterman reproachfully.

What an acting couple, what a loving couple.

You two can play.

If Dr. Letterman hadn't seen the two of them at Parsons' house before, he might have believed that their love was as deep as the sea.

It seems that Mr. Holmes is determined to save Mrs. Holmes.Looking at Mrs. Holmes' reaction, it is estimated that there is no hope of recruiting.

Letterman simply knocked on the table and said bluntly: "Ms. Clara Cooper, I suspect that you are involved in international intelligence theft. Please hand over the things you got at Parsons' house."

Clara's face changed: "What?"

Letterman tilted his head to look at her for a while, finally found her flaw, and said with a smile: "Miss Cooper, you know you can't keep fooling me, don't you?"

Miss Puff next to her interjected at the right time: "I still offer you an olive branch, dear Clara."

Clara: "..." These two people have a red face and a pale face, they are very skilled.

Speaking of which, from the very beginning, the two had a tacit understanding.

One was in charge of interrogating, the other was in charge of diverting her attention, and now the other was threatening and appeasing, which made her play around.

Lestrade, who was watching from the sidelines, seemed to see the concrete PK background behind the four of them.

——How could it be such an exaggeration.

Lestrade said helplessly: "Sorry, Dr. Letterman, but Clara Cooper is our legal representative and consultant, and we need a definite justification."

These words were taught by Sherlock.

Lestrade thought of something, and asked quietly: "Sherlock, I remember you denied that you had a girlfriend before."

"I'm Mrs. Holmes." Clara became more and more proficient. "Hello, Inspector. Nice to meet you."

Lestrade: "..." This is even more exaggerated than having a girlfriend!

Dr. Letterman snapped his fingers, and several people came in immediately, holding Clara's suitcase in their hands. It seemed that he planned to conduct an on-site inspection.

Clara's face changed: "Dr. Letterman, your behavior is very offensive to a woman!"

Miss Puff smiled gracefully at her: "My olive branch is still not taken back."

This hand is playing...

Clara gritted her teeth.

Letterman reached out to open the suitcase, but was held down by Sherlock.

"You are disrespecting my wife by doing this." Sherlock said coldly, "Doctor, I think your wife—oh no, if your partner, the one next to you..."

Sherlock walked over and quickly glanced at Miss Puff's work card.

"If your partner, Miss Gillian Foster, is detained at the airport in a foreign country and has to check her personal suitcase in front of the opposite sex—" Sherlock looked at him with an extremely cold tone, "You I won't let it go."

"Well, this really surprised me," said Dr. Letterman, "I thought Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a person who didn't understand emotions, but now he wants me to 'empathize'!"

"Thank you for Lolita, Doctor," Sherlock said politely. "I've made great progress in this book. After all, Clara is my wife."

"Her marital status is unmarried."

Sherlock, who was too deep into the drama, paused, and continued: "My fiancée."

And Clara was too happy to think.

"In any case, thank you for letting me see the emotional expression of an indifferent person," Letterman chuckled, "but caring makes chaos, Mr. Holmes."

He finally opened the box, and the personal items inside had been carefully packed away, and Clara's sexual issues would not be involved.And there are only three laptops in the box, and a golden USB flash drive.

Clara finally regained her senses and looked up at Dr. Letterman, who managed to notice the tension on Clara's face.

Miss Foster smiled: "Clara, this is the last chance. Would you like to work with us?"

"I was willing," Clara's voice tightened a bit, "but your hooligan behavior made me lose my mind."

"I thought it was the appearance of Mr. Holmes that changed your decision." Miss Foster reached for the suitcase.

Clara pursed her lips.

Seeing her expression, Foster couldn't help being surprised: "Tsk, all the things in this box are secrets you want to hide?"

"Dr. Letterman—"

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lestrade," Letterman interrupted Lestrade with a smile, "I think that if the evidence of Miss Cooper's crime is found and she can be brought to justice, it will be a great benefit to both countries." It's a good thing."

Sherlock tilted his head to look at her, because Clara was holding his hand tightly, and she didn't know it.

Foster turned on the computer—

"Wait a minute!" Clara snapped.

Several people present were taken aback by her.

Clara looked around at the crowd and said with a trembling voice, "At least... at least let Sherlock go out..."

Hearing this, Sherlock suddenly had a strange premonition. He raised his hand, exposing Clara's movement of pulling him to everyone's eyes, and said calmly, "Clara, will you let me go or not?" I go?"

Clara let go of her hand abruptly.

Sherlock shook the white hand that had been dragged, and signaled Foster to continue. After all, Clara's reaction was so strange, why did he call him out?

Clara looked nervous and said guiltily, "I'm sorry Sherlock, no matter what happened, I still love you."

Audience: "..." Is it over?This is an international dispute, you guys should be more serious!

Sherlock always has the illusion that he will be tricked by Clara.

Foster over there has already pressed the power-on buttons of the three computers. Immediately afterwards, there was a boot animation, and then the screens lit up one by one.

The blue light hit the faces of Letterman and Foster on the opposite side, making their expressions slightly subtle.

The two could not speak for a long time.

Sherlock walked over to them, stared at the screen for a while, paused for breath, and turned to look at Clara.

Clara blushed unreasonably, the base of her neck and the tips of her ears were red.

Lestrade seemed to be curious too, and when he came over to watch, Sherlock shut down the computers one by one. It was rare for Mr. Detective to be rude in front of so many people.

Lestrade sighed for a while, although it was just a glance, but the computer wallpapers - without exception, were Mr. Detective's defenseless, beautiful sleeping face.

Clara smiled awkwardly: "This... I took it a long time ago... I didn't mean it... Oh I did it on purpose, but I didn't expect you to see it... Uh, don't look at me like that, Sherlock, uh ... Well, I was wrong, I was wrong... I will delete them all, delete them all, not keep one piece, not one piece..."

She admired Mr. Detective's skin very much at the beginning, and took a lot of photos of Sherlock Holmes while taking advantage of her position.The euphemistic name is to observe the task object, but in fact it is for the convenience of being crazy at any time.

Sherlock nodded to the person next to him: "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Foster burst into laughter beside him. The emotional development of these two young people is simply unpredictable and wonderful.

Letterman also felt that the young couple was really interesting, so he didn't want to embarrass them here, calling for someone to take the computer away for private inspection, and bring another computer to test the golden USB flash drive.

Clara kept her face down, as if she didn't care what was in the USB drive at all, but kept looking pitifully at Sherlock, who didn't bother to give her another look.

Clara smiled flatteringly: "Xia Xia..."

Sherlock gestured to leave, but Clara held his arm and refused to let go.

He glanced at someone's chest that was close to his arm. The strange touch made him want to throw her away with his backhand, but when he looked up and saw Clara's pitiful and well-behaved appearance, he couldn't do it for no reason.

"I was wrong, Xia Xia..." She rubbed her head on his shoulder lightly.

Sherlock stretched out a finger against her forehead and pushed her away to force her away from his shoulder, but Clara still looked pitifully being bullied.

Come on, who the hell got the sneak shot?What is her expression?

However, Clara still looked at him pitifully, with tears even appearing in the corners of her eyes.

……All right.

Afraid of rogues...it's Clara Cooper.

After so long, Sherlock finally had the urge to sigh.

While the two were flirting, nothing was found on the USB drive on the other side, except for some documents and forms related to international law.

Clara changed things, and this USB drive is just trying to divert their attention?

Letterman was guessing and wanted to check further, but he heard Sherlock say coldly: "If nothing is found, can we go? The plane is about to take off."

Letterman: ...

He could have sworn he saw Clara Cooper smile slyly for a split second.

But now-

Lestrade spoke at the right time: "Dr. Letterman, I hope you can give us an explanation as soon as possible. Your behavior like this is undoubtedly damaging the friendship between Britain and the United States."

Sherlock glanced at him approvingly, unable to see that the Inspector was making bureaucratic replies.

Facing this kind of "loving" gaze, Lestrade expressed great chills.

Letterman said unwillingly: "No, Clara is lying."

"Maybe you are an authority in the United States, but I don't think your words are credible." Lestrade said distantly.

Foster stopped Letterman who was about to continue, and shook his head at him——

This Clara Cooper is not a simple person, and the gangster behind her is not someone who can be caught on a whim at the airport.

Dr. Letterman obviously also noticed this, and watched the three of them walk away in silence.

After they left, Letterman and Dr. Foster stayed in their office at the airport for a while.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Dr. Foster chuckled at him. "What, frustrated? That's not in your character."

"Of course not, it was for them," Letterman said. "I thought it was hilarious."

He tapped on the computer, showing a meaningful smile: "I expected that Clara Cooper would not be caught so easily, so I copied that golden USB drive."

"you--"

He opened the side of the computer, and sure enough, he spit out a CD.

"Gillian, don't you know someone from the Pentagon?" Letterman adjusted his suit jacket and turned to leave. "Let them send someone to keep an eye on Clara Cooper, oh, and that Mr. Detective."

After escaping from Dr. Letterman's monitoring, Clara thanked Lestrade specially, and Lestrade shrugged and said that it was Sherlock's request, and he did this little effort.

"Honestly, Sherlock," Lestrade sighed, "I thought you would never find a girlfriend in your life—oh, or you would never find a friend in your life. I didn't expect that besides John Watson, there would be others Miss Clara Cooper."

Lestrade patted Sherlock on the shoulder with a solemn expression: "You have grown up."

Sherlock: "...stupid."

"Whatever you say," Lestrade turned around and left with a smile, "The plane is about to take off, I'll go to the security check first, you two—cough..."

Clara only asked after Lestrade left.

"Sherlock, how did you convince him?"

When he mentioned this, there was a smile in the corner of his eyes: "I said, you owe Dr. Letterman money."

Clara: "..." Lestrade actually believed it, so she has a face without money, right?

Turning this page aside, in short, Sherlock's "Hero Saves the Beauty" today is still very good, so Clara approached him with a smirk: "Sherlock, why did you think of coming to save me?"

"I happened to see it," explained Mr. Holmes.

"I don't think there are so many 'coincidences'..." Mrs. Holmes denied him. "There are so many people at the airport, did you see me at a glance, huh?"

He had nothing to say about this, because he really saw the sneaky Clara at a glance.

He turned around to leave, but Clara jumped in front of him and looked up at him: "You must have been paying attention to me for a long time, Mr. Holmes~"

She smiled triumphantly: "Could it be that you fell in love with me?"

"There are many reasons why I saved you," Sherlock looked down at her, "Even if it's for world peace, it's not because I like you, Youlittleliar..."

...The last three words are really pampering.

Clara felt that she might be about to reach the pinnacle of her life, and she couldn't hold back her smile. Her eyes were bright, and she looked at Sherlock: "Honey, anyway, thank you for your rescue...how about it, how about a beauty?" Kiss as payment?"

"For God's sake, Clara, don't poison me with kisses," Sherlock said solemnly.

Clara was amused, and was about to say something, but was squeezed by the crowd behind her, and suddenly slipped into his arms. Sherlock was lowering his head at this moment, and according to her movements, unexpectedly and softly imprinted on her forehead. a kiss.

——Clara's smile stopped, and her eyes slowly widened.

Is it Chinese New Year? ? ?

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I kicked over this bowl of dog food ahhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

Clara die!Sherlock mine! ┻━┻︵╰(‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Orz I'm like a madman...