Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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After the large-scale dog abuse incident at the airport, the two of them calmed down and got on their own planes. Sherlock left on a special plane, while Clara boarded the economy class of a certain plane of this airline.

Clara just wanted to yell at the plumber squad, why not buy first class?Are they poor too?It is agreed that the business here is good, how much money do you earn?

In fact, no one said hello to you, dear.

Anyway, Clara got on the plane and waited quietly for the plane to take off, her hand gently stroking the brooch on her chest——

Just before parting, Sherlock reached out to her chest, oh, she almost thought that Mr. Holmes was trying to play a hooligan, but the situation is that he gently helped her straighten the leaf brooch on her chest, and gave her a meaningful look: "The brooch is very nice."

Clara's heart rose to her throat in an instant—because it wasn't a brooch at all.

She sewed it on on the way here with crude needle and thread provided by the plumber squad, and yes, the brooch was the bookmark from that Lolita book.

It seems that Sherlock knows that she took something from Parsons' house...

Clara guessed that the reason why Sherlock didn't suspect the USB flash drive just now was because he didn't know that he not only took the bookmark, but also took the USB flash drive, while Dr. Letterman was just the opposite of him. This coincidence unexpectedly saved her a handful.

But after she thought about it, she thought that she could only score [-] points in this task at most, after all, all the little tricks were discovered.

Clara held the bookmark in her hand to look at it—actually she still didn't understand.

Forget about Dr. Letterman, when the doctor thought she had a problem, Clara didn't know at all, but Sherlock...they fought so many times, when did Sherlock develop this ability to see through everything secretly?

Doesn't he like to show off?If Sherlock found out about her little tricks, he should walk up to her with a dignified expression, and expose her faults in the most plain tone.

Could it be that, as Clara thought, Mr. Detective has a crush on her?Thinking of the unexpected forehead kiss just now, Clara coughed uncomfortably, feeling a little hot at the tips of her ears.

Clara touched the bookmark unconsciously, and suddenly realized that the lines looked familiar... Uh, not so familiar, but the carving style was familiar.

She frowned and thought about it, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she realized——

I see.This is how Sherlock discovered the secret of the bookmark—these veins, the veins of this leaf bookmark, its engraving is very unique and rare, and Mr. Parsons's ring with the pedophile symbol is the same There are similarities in the same effect.

It's just—Clara chuckled—since Holmes had an appreciation for the style of artwork?

She wasn't looking down on Mr. Holmes, of course he wasn't ignorant of it, Sherlock was very capable of learning, if he was willing to understand and learn, he could do a great job, there was no doubt about it.

It’s just this kind of knowledge, he would probably say: “It’s because too much useless common sense is stuffed into the mind, so everyone can’t discover the really key details.”

Clara felt that Mr. Holmes was improving more and more. It seemed that as long as he wanted, he could be an ordinary person, or even an artist. After all, he had a lot of accomplishments in the violin.

Imagine this scene... At night, on the roof of a high-rise building, the dark blue sky is dotted with stars, and there is a full moon above her head. The lights on the ground, the stars in the sky, and the candlelight in front of her are far away. shine.

It was a romantic candlelight dinner. In addition to Miss Clara Cooper in a beautiful dress, there was a curly-haired man in a suit and leather shoes on the opposite side. He treated everyone politely and kindly.

Standing next to her was a waiter with curly hair and a long face, holding red wine in his hand and ready to pour it for her at any time.

There is also a violinist obliquely in front, with a beautiful mahogany violin on his shoulders. When the bow and strings touch lightly, a string of music floats melodiously, which is as gentle as water with the evening wind and moonlight.

If one Sherlock is planted in the spring, many Sherlocks will grow in the fall.One is used to treat her to dinner, one is used to pour her wine, one is used to play the violin, and the other is used to let her hug anytime, anywhere.

Hmm... Just force one out and solve the case~

"Miss, ma'am?"

The flight attendant's shout interrupted her delusion, and Clara regained her senses and looked up at him.The flight attendant asked with concern: "What, do you have a fever?"

Clara touched her cheek, and it was really hot. She coughed lightly and waved her hand, and replied, "It's okay, just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

The flight attendant breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "If there is a need, please let us know immediately."

"Thank you," Clara replied, as if the blush on her cheeks was really sickness.

Clara secretly condemned herself for lowering her guard. She had to correct her attitude. After all, she hadn’t returned to China yet, and it was too early to relax. Clara put away the bookmarks, stood up, and planned to go to the bathroom to wash her face to sober up.

Facts have proved that Clara really lowered her vigilance too early. How did the faucet on the plane release boiling water?

Clara quickly withdrew her burned fingers and looked at the faucet with a frown. The water was normal water, filled with mist, and soon blurred the mirror in front of her. Clara turned off the faucet and looked up, her face stiffened instantly.

In the haze of the mirror, a line of English appeared clearly.

——Hi, Clara.

Then the fog slowly increased, and another line of words appeared.

——Ido miss you.

Clara felt that this reaction should be caused by the reaction of a certain compound, such a magical thing-oh, after all, chemistry is like magic.

——Moriaty.

Clara rolled her eyes, and she knew that these terrible science students.I really don't know where else has not been invaded by touching the head like this, as expected, there are his people everywhere.

She turned on the faucet again, and what came out was ordinary cold water. Clara angrily erased the scary trick on the mirror, and she suddenly found a laptop beside her.

Well, it's her notebook.

This is on the plane, use this kind of thing casually, nothing will happen...

After hesitating for a moment, Clara opened the notebook and sat on the toilet waiting for Moriarty's "visit".

Sure enough, after turning on the computer, he somehow connected to the Internet. Not only that, Moriarty's messages also appeared one after another.

"M: Clara, did you enjoy your trip to the United States? If possible, I hope to meet you after you come back. The time is set in a week, how about it?"

Clara was very surprised. There is a saying "the more you know, the faster you die". I don't know if this sentence is suitable for this situation...

"C: Mr. Moriarty, are you serious? This meeting...wouldn't be like last time? I went to the restaurant, but all I saw was the computer..."

"You even made up the restaurant..." Thinking of the previous experience, Clara shivered and murmured, "It's just too scary."

"M: So you're rejecting me?"

Judging by her tone, how dare she... Clara paused, not to mention, how could she refuse Moriarty, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...

How can you get a tiger without entering the tiger's den?

Clara gritted her teeth and replied to him——

"C: Of course not, so where do we meet?"

This time there was silence for a while, Moriarty should be thinking, what does this reaction prove?Could it be that he just had a sudden idea?Can we arrange this show on a whim?Then he is too scary!

After a while, Moriarty replied to her:

"M: At that hospital, I guess you want to meet Louise too."

No matter how you look at this sentence, it looks like a threat, but she has no strength to fight back, so she can only reply "OK".But why did Moriarty suddenly want to see her?Could it be that she is really about to be tasked with murdering a high-ranking official?

She has no way of knowing this, but only knows that Moriarty brushes up her sense of presence from time to time, which makes her fall firmly to the land of London in an instant from the bliss of this free trip to the United States.

Maybe it was the right choice to promise Dr. Letterman to stay in the United States at the airport?Clara thought wistfully, after all, America is fine except for Sherlock Holmes.

But this experience has been invaluable.

London still has a lot of things to deal with, Nancy who hasn't seen him for a long time, Louise who is lying in the hospital, Winslow who is difficult to deal with, and of course Moriarty.

While Clara was still sitting on the toilet, someone knocked on the door outside: "Excuse me, miss, I feel a little uncomfortable, when can you—"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Clara stood up immediately, "It's fine, one minute."

Clara was stunned, what about the computer?take it out?She thought about it, and finally put it back where it was. If the other party had the ability to bring the computer in, they must be able to take it out.

The irresponsible behavior of the hands-off shopkeeper really has Clara's characteristics.

Clara's pleasant trip in the United States is over, and the progress of the story in London is also in full swing.

Moriarty said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Sherlock Holmes is coming back, are you ready?"

"Of course I'm ready." A deep female voice replied, "Not only is it ready, but I also plan to get another thing that you've been planning for a long time."

"Don't be smart," Moriarty warned her. "I hope you will be honest and obedient."

"Sir, when you hired me, you should know that I am not an obedient person."

Moriarty smiled lightly. To be honest, he didn't like this kind of smart person who didn't obey orders the most, but after Clara Cooper appeared, he suddenly realized that such a person was quite useful.

"So...have fun, honey."

The phone was hung up, and the beeping busy tone was exactly the same as that of the phone 12 years ago. A new story begins on that stormy night...

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It was a stormy night, a cry pierced the sky, and lightning from the sky tore through the dark night. A black-robed wizard entered that warm room with chaotic killing intent, and the ground he stepped on became a field of Shura.

His hoarse and deep voice sounded, and his strange withered hands reached out to the child tightly held in the arms of the crying witch.

Powerful magic was about to overwhelm him, when the child suddenly released a great energy--this energy repelled the powerful wizard.

But since then, a lightning mark appeared on the child's forehead, as if he wanted to remember the night of lightning and thunder forever in his heart.

Years later, when the detective who could break through everything asked about all this, he only smiled warmly: "What I experienced is not your world."

——Excerpt from Brain Hole "Sherry Holtter" BY Chang Yi

So why don't you try to write about the dark wind for the new case... After all, I haven't written this type of [Deep Face]

But if it is written as a dark wind, no one will leave a comment!

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