Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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Clara got off the plane later than Sherlock, so she didn't know how much sensation Sherlock Holmes had caused when she appeared at the airport, but she could vaguely speculate from the paper scraps and garbage on the ground.

"Young people nowadays...are getting more and more uneducated." A cleaning aunt muttered, "Where does this garbage go and throw it away..."

Hearing this sentence, Clara reflected on herself in a very sensible way, then turned around silently, picked up the napkin on the ground, and threw it in the trash can beside her as if nothing had happened.

Where did the confetti and rubbish on the ground come from?

The answer is, they come from Sherlock Holmes fans.

Clara ran around in a hurry all day, so she didn't pay attention to who was making the headlines of the international news——

"Trenchcoat Detective Solve Major International Cases in 15 Minutes"

"The myth of criminal investigation from the empire on which the sun never sets - Sherlock Holmes"

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes! Come on!"

Cough cough... The last one obviously comes from Japan's second-year press circle. The country's press circle is as fantasy-style as the country's animation industry and Hollywood blockbusters.

But Clara still didn't know anything about it. As soon as she got home and put down her luggage, she went to Downing Street without stopping.

"Please, sir..." Clara begged, "My cat got lost here two days ago, and my family doesn't allow me to come to Downing Street at will, but I'm really worried about her, can you—can you help me? Find it?"

Clara clasped her hands together and put a fist on her chest: "Her name is Nancy, I miss her very much, she has been with me for ten years, she—"

The doorman who was entrusted by her twitched his mouth, then took out the newspaper behind him, looked at the newspaper and then at her, and asked suspiciously, "Could it be that you are Sherlock Holmes' girlfriend?"

Clara: "..." What the hell? ? ?

The other party showed her the newspaper, and the headline read "Mr. Holmes and his girlfriend kissed sweetly at the airport" in bold and bold words, and the picture below was the scene where she slipped into Holmes' arms and Sherlock hugged her.

Sherlock lowered his head, and she was raising her head. It was a very coincidental coincidence that they had an intimate contact. After that, Sherlock let her go. The other party looked calm, but she was so panicked that she couldn't even walk. , Naturally, I didn't notice being secretly photographed.

Clara glanced at the publishing house, and made up her mind to sneak into the publishing house at night, steal the negative of this photo, develop it, put it in a photo frame, and frame it.

There are people coming and going at the airport, it's nice for them to hold each other like this...

"Ma'am?" The doorman raised his voice, "Aren't you looking for a cat?"

Clara regained her senses, reluctantly returned the newspaper to him, and said, "Yes, do you know?"

"I don't know," the doorman smiled kindly, "but your boyfriend must know, isn't he an internationally famous detective! Hey, he solved the case at the ambassador's house in 15 minutes!"

"..." Sherlock's heroism in this matter made him internationally famous?

Clara had a bad premonition. Regardless of other things, she knew too well the style that little girls loved now, and they liked this kind of ascetic and wise people.

What's more, Sherlock is still so good-looking!

It's over... This time there will be a lot of rivals in love!

Seeing that Clara's expression was not good, the doorman thought that his gossip had disturbed her normal life, so he quickly changed the subject: "If you are looking for a cat, then I know where she is, she was here two nights ago Got lost, but don't worry ma'am, she's doing well, and having a good time with Larry..."

While talking, the doorman led Clara to find Nancy.

Clara didn't have the heart to give Nancy a loving hug after a long absence. In short, when she saw the familiar little tabby cat, she just picked up the fur from the nape of her neck and left to save trouble.

The guard looked astonished, this method of carrying the cat seemed familiar...

Then he suddenly realized!That internationally renowned detective once visited the Prime Minister's Palace!At that time, he also carried a cat and left in this way.

Oh, as expected of a couple, they have a set of cats...

Ignoring the doorman's emotion, Clara got on the bus holding Nancy who kept pushing into her arms, and stared out of the window blankly, feeling that passers-by on the street were discussing her husband—ah no, she Boyfriend—oh well, no, she's clearly in love.

Clara caressed Nancy's fur sadly, a leaflet rushed towards her in a daze, Clara reached out to take it sensitively, avoiding the embarrassment of being smeared, and looked carefully, it turned out to be a concert The leaflet for...

Clara was going to throw it away casually, but remembered what the cleaning aunt at the airport said, so she silently withdrew her sinful hand, intending to see the trash can before throwing it away.

She took Nancy home in a trance, always feeling that everything had changed, and inexplicably received other people's attention on the way-of course, this is not a strange thing, but in the past, most of the attention she received came from men, But now he is pointed out by a group of schoolgirls.

Look, this girl with dyed flaxen-colored blue-purple hair is coming towards you, what is she trying to do?

"Hey, you," she said to Clara arrogantly, "what do you want to do with this outfit? After reading the news, did you buy a suit that looks like Sherlock Holmes's girlfriend? Cut, you are a clown. "

Clara looked down at the beautiful coat, and began to regret why she had such a good eye and bought a dress that few people wore, and regretted why she didn't change first before picking up Nancy.

The middle school student passed by her, bumped into her shoulder, and looked at him sideways, with a mature look: "Don't worry about these goofs, you haven't even seen him, even if you did, he wouldn't like you. "

Clara sneered, what is this, she was threatened by a middle school student?

Nancy in her arms seemed to feel her displeasure, she shrunk her pupils, stretched out her paws maliciously, and successfully annoyed the middle school student.

So, half an hour later, Clara came out from a small alley with her coat. She loosened her tied hair and strode forward. He was a middle school student with black nose, swollen eyes and swollen eyes.

——So Nancy is similar to her. When Nancy got into a fight with her compatriots because of the dried fish in her mouth, she still bullied a bunch of middle school students because of Sherlock.

Sherlock took a shower, and when he came out, he saw Watson handing him the newspaper with a smile on his face: "I thought your trip to America this time was just for fame and fortune, but I didn't expect you also got a girlfriend."

He lowered his head and saw the headline and the big photo at a glance. In the photo, a tall man in a long black windbreaker was holding a woman in a white coat in his arms. big eyes.

It was so vivid that he could imagine how shocked Clara was.

Watson teased and said, "Isn't this the lady boss? I didn't expect you to meet in the United States. When she was away, you were out of your mind for a long time—"

"That's enough," Sherlock threw the newspaper on the coffee table, "I don't need to buy this newspaper in the future, the headline is actually gossip."

Watson laughed and patted his roommate on the shoulder: "Sherlock, don't be shy. Although Clara is extremely mysterious, she has outstanding looks and a good figure. Just by looking at her appearance, standing with you is still a beautiful woman."

"It's not that you don't know her—" Sherlock turned out the newspaper under the newspaper, and didn't let Clara go. "She's fickle and lies a lot, she's unreliable, and she likes to provoke handsome guys everywhere."

"Jealous?" Watson raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Joke." Sherlock replied calmly.

Clara and Nancy returned to the store, and they haven't seen each other for a few days. There is no dust in the small store. It seems that Boss has indeed sent someone to clean it for her... After returning to the grocery store, Clara felt relieved.

There was nothing on the table, and the bookmark and USB flash drive she put on it were taken away by the boss's people.

In any case, from the Boss' point of view, the task should be completed beautifully this time. After all, he only cares about the results and doesn't care about the thrilling things she has experienced in the process.

Clara nestled on the bed with Nancy in her arms, lazily closing her eyes and resting her mind—she went to Parsons' house to pick up things from the afternoon before yesterday, then went to California to meet Sheldon and the others non-stop, and then came back non-stop , was caught by Dr. Letterman at the airport, and was threatened by middle school students just after returning...

Not to say that it is not "full".

Still the best in the store.

Clara thought, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Sherlock, I think you can take this opportunity to develop your relationship with Clara." Watson calmly closed the refrigerator door with the human head in it, and chose to get another cup of coffee. "You can't always make trouble with the case."

He made a cup for Sherlock by the way, and continued to babble: "At least give the criminals in London a break."

"Boring." Without changing his expression, Sherlock took the coffee from Watson and watched his best friend who hadn't seen him for a few days sitting on the sofa next to him.

Watson smiled kindly: "Sherlock, why don't you try it? I can see that there is some bond between you and Clara."

"What kind of boring thing is this?" Sherlock replied, "I think, I've been away from London for a while, something big should happen and I need to solve it."

"Oh, to disappoint you, Sherlock," said Watson, "London is calm, what you need is to surf in love—"

"Don't be funny." Sherlock watched him pick up the phone, "What are you doing?"

"Hi, I'm John Watson... Well, I'd like to book a table... Yes, around 7 o'clock tomorrow night." Watson glanced at him, "It's a man and a woman, yes, very grateful……"

"John..." Sherlock couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You don't have to—"

"Okay, table 27 on the second floor!" Watson ignored him at all, and happily hung up the phone, "Sherlock, go, invite Clara to a candlelight dinner."

"Should I still have to take the violin and play a piece for her?" Sherlock shrugged, "I won't go."

"Oh, no, you will go, Sherlock." Watson smiled and pulled him up from the sofa and pushed him out of the door. "Go, you need an exciting relationship!"

Sherlock: "..." To tell you the truth, he thinks it's more exciting to be with the case.

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To be honest, these days are sweet la la la~

But sweet and cherished. 【←_←flag has been established】

By the way, I have double-updated, don’t you praise me~

【Hands folded in prayer】I hope this chapter gets 30 comments!