Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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The night was as cold as water, and Sherlock was sitting at table 27 on the second floor, looking around. The restaurant John had ordered for him was very nice, the customers were quiet and cultivated, and the waiters rarely offended anyone.

"Sir, do you need to serve your meal now?" A waitress came over and asked politely.

Sherlock shook his head: "No need, wait a little longer."

The dinner would have been a good one—if Clara hadn't been half an hour late.

Sherlock took out his mobile phone and couldn't help asking her, "Where are you?"

After a while, a notification sound came from the phone - "The door."

The view from Sherlock's table is very good. The patio near the stairs is also close to the night view from the floor-to-ceiling windows. When he looked at the door, he saw a slim lady in a navy blue dress with a decent smile and long hair draped over her shoulders. As soon as it appeared in the restaurant, it attracted a lot of attention.

Ms. Cooper is sometimes too conspicuous.

But Ms. Cooper obviously enjoyed being so conspicuous. She smiled and looked around the diners on the first floor, and then followed the waiter to lift up her skirt to the second floor.

Clara stepped on her high heels and walked to this table, sat down, and said, "Sorry, there's a traffic jam."

"You've been well-groomed—" Sherlock said to himself, "from your hair to your high heels, you've never seen it worn before."

"Sir," Clara said with a helpless smile, "if your date wasn't in this hotel, then I wouldn't dress up so grandly."

"Well." Sherlock's tone rose, "So it's still my fault? I mean, it's my fault that you wasted time on dressing up and made me wait for half an hour?"

"..." You should try to save some face for her. It's not good to say it directly. After all, the proprietress mainly advocates natural beauty, and she is quite slovenly.

After hearing Sherlock's blunt words, Clara became nervous, for fear that Sherlock would make a bad comment on their first official date.

God knows how much effort she had put into this unexpected date, and she even ran back to the headquarters to get a few clothes she wore on previous missions.But why does Sherlock look like a wooden man... Could it be that she has gained weight in the past few years?After all, this dress was amazing when it was worn back then.

Clara thought of the reaction of the people downstairs just now, and felt in her heart that her charm should not have diminished in the past. Why is Mr. Detective so indifferent to her!

"Honestly, Sherlock," Clara gave up guessing and asked him, blinking, "how do I... look today?"

Sherlock's hand holding the goblet paused indiscernibly, looked up at her, started from the beginning seriously, glanced at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, then looked at her chest from her neck, and finally lingered on her lips Lippet gave a pertinent evaluation: "According to the aesthetics of ordinary customers, it is very good."

Clara did not give up and continued to ask: "What about your aesthetics?"

Sherlock looked at her strangely, but was interrupted by Clara when he was about to speak.The latter looked solemn: "Please, don't say that I am the most beautiful when my 'limbs' are broken. I don't want to be a collection of your refrigerator."

Hearing this sentence, Sherlock's eyes lit up, and he even smiled: "Clara, why are you so awesome? I didn't expect to dismember you and keep you in the refrigerator!" In fact, he just wanted to say, cry It will just look better.

Clara: "...Because I understand you, ha ha." Dear Mr. Holmes, if the lady sitting in front of you hadn't experienced strong winds and waves, and loved you so deeply, at this moment, I'm afraid you would have been touched by a glass of red wine. Baptized.

This conversation made the people at the next table shudder.

The little girl was so frightened that she even huddled in her father's arms and dared not come out: "Father, he is not Sherlock Holmes!"

This immature voice didn't restrain the volume at all, and Sherlock and Clara next to them couldn't pretend not to hear it.

Of course, it was just Clara trying to pretend not to hear. Sherlock immediately turned his head to stare at the little girl. A few seconds later, he thought of something and was about to speak, but the little girl suddenly cried out.

Sherlock: "..."

Clara suppressed a smile, and felt that the trip was worth it!So worth it!

The family of three next to him immediately panicked, not knowing whether to apologize to the internationally famous detective first, or to appease the youngest daughter first.

Fortunately, compared to Sherlock, Clara is still better at handling such embarrassing situations. She walked over in two steps, snapped her fingers in front of the crying little girl, and turned around again, and a flower made of napkin appeared in the palm of her hand. roses.

The little girl's crying stopped abruptly, and she stared blankly at Clara.

Clara was not stingy either, she put the paper rose in front of her, patted her on the head, and said with a gentle smile: "Honey, I know you like Sherlock Holmes very much, but please don't stare at my boyfriend ,otherwise……"

it is more than words.

The parents couldn't sit still immediately, and looked at Clara in fear. Between calling the police and leaving, they chose to pack up and leave without hesitation.

do not talk!The next table is full of monsters!

The monsters looked at each other, smiled and clinked glasses to drink, like two beasts in clothes.

After half an hour, the atmosphere finally became active.

"To tell you the truth," Clara got a little drunk, "I really didn't expect you to become famous all over the world after this trip." She said with emotion, "I didn't expect that we would make it public like this. It's still a bit unbelievable to think about it Woolen cloth."

"Don't think too much," Sherlock ate indifferently, "It's all gossip, it's not credible."

"Oh, come on," Clara leaned directly on the table and scratched his chin with a skillful technique, as if Nancy was facing her instead of Sherlock Holmes. "You and I both know it well, you Already love me like crazy."

Sherlock looked at her, and after a few seconds, stretched out a finger: "How much is this?"

"Haha, think of me as a fool," Clara sat back in her seat and took a sip of her drink in a very unladylike manner, "Two!"

Sherlock wiped his mouth calmly, and it seemed that the dinner time was almost over, and said to her: "Unexpectedly, your alcohol capacity is really bad."

"Alcohol is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicating." Clara did not forget to tease him. She just drank a few more drinks because of nervousness, and she was a little dizzy because of the unrealistic identity of her date.

Sherlock stared at her drunken state, and his thoughts flew back to the time half a month ago, when she used the deductive method very well.

"Look at the table at your four o'clock direction," Sherlock decided to continue the dinner, "guess who they are?"

He originally thought that Clara would recklessly turn her head to look directly, but he didn't want Clara's body to react too strongly, so she naturally raised the spoon in front of her and looked at the reflection in the spoon—oh, if you've tried it, you'll know It's not easy.

"Asian?" Clara smiled: "The fingers of women are very slender and slender, without nails, and their backs are very straight when they sit, and they only sit on a third of the stool—"

She looked up at Sherlock, her eyelashes flickered, and she mouthed: "Pianist."

Sherlock poured wine for her appreciatively, Clara was greatly encouraged, and continued: "Her boyfriend has many habits like hers, no accident, he should also be a musician, but judging by his sitting posture—" Clara glanced Eyeing the habitual movement of the male's legs wide open, he said firmly, "The cellist."

Sherlock paused, raised his eyebrows, and shook his head.

"Why not?" Clara said unconvinced, "Cellists are used to open eight and open their legs, and the knees will be different—"

"No! I'm not sure I'll be with her anymore!" Suddenly the pianist behind him raised his voice and got up to leave immediately. The cellist looked helpless and called her, "Selvi!"

The pianist walked without looking back, his high heels kicked past table 27, the cellist chased after him, and said softly, "Sister, don't be angry, can I listen to you..."

The latter sentence is in Chinese, Clara paused, and looked at Sherlock, she really didn't know anything about Chinese.

Sherlock whispered, "Blutsverwandte."

Clara's knowledge didn't disappoint him. When she heard this word, she showed a clear expression, and then lowered her head in embarrassment: "Didn't I think that all men and women are in a relationship like us?"

"Clara..." Sherlock became more courageous when he realized that she was drunk, "We are not in a relationship."

"Not yet," Clara corrected his tense, "doesn't mean it won't be in the future."

You are so optimistic.

Sherlock summoned the waiter to pay the bill, and Clara took out the card and handed it to the waiter, but Sherlock paid for it calmly, and the waiter became more and more curious about the relationship between the two.

You Qi glanced at Sherlock a few more times, but he didn't expect the international rookie detective to be the one who was adopted?

Ahem... Actually Clara took Sherlock's card.

"What if I have no money in my card?" Sherlock asked.

"How could that be?" Clara smiled slyly, "You just solved a big case for the country, not to mention Yao Sulin's case before, didn't you also—"

Clara paused, half sobered up, and immediately regretted that her intestines were green, drinking was too much trouble!He even slipped up!

Sherlock didn't seem to hear, got up and said, "Okay, let's go."

Clara looked at him suspiciously several times, did she really not hear?

Sherlock frowned at her: "What? Too drunk to walk?"

This routine is so familiar!Clara nodded hastily, showing a flattering smile, and stretched out her hand to hug——

"Please help me to send this lady downstairs." Sherlock said to the waiter who delivered the receipt, "You have to be careful, this lady's drinking madness is terrible."

Clara: "..."

Hehe, of course it is very scary, for example, she really wants to pounce on the detective and bite the detective hard.

Sherlock glanced at her and smiled: "Will you go by yourself now?"

Clara pouted aggrievedly, and stretched out her hand: "Then you at least give me a hand."

This time he didn't tease her, he took out the hand in his pocket, held her hand, and pulled her up from the stool with all his strength.

……

On a dark night 12 years ago, two children ran in the wind and rain, from the manor on the mountainside to the downhill, hurriedly as if avoiding someone behind them, seeing that there was no way ahead, they dodged and hid In the nearby bushes.

A man staggered down behind him, shouting their names, uttering vicious words, and cursing them fiercely. The two children in the bushes stared in horror. The rain was icy and cold. But he was too scared to move.

Suddenly the man went crazy and rushed forward, but a car turned inexplicably beside him, and the man was suddenly knocked more than ten meters away in a blink of an eye. There were long bloodstains on the ground, mixed with rainwater and car lights Light, ferocious as a devil on the asphalt ground.

The girl in the bushes pursed her lips tightly, took deep breaths, stretched out her hands tremblingly, and covered the stunned eyes of the little boy beside her.

But her eyes widened, and the pupils and memories were washed away by the rain, forever preserving the horror of this night.

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