Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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Clara was holding the concert ticket, and she was in a complicated mood. During that dinner, she was deliberately confused, and wanted Sherlock to treat her as indifferently as before, so that she would not be trapped more and more deeply. deep……

The fact is, however, that she was dressed up for the concert again.That's right, the dress, the very elegant A-line skirt, and the very elegant coat, in short, the whole person looks very elegant, including her current mentality, which is also very worthy of attention.

Clara thought of the way Boss looked at her, and Boss almost tortured her invisibly with his eyes for her behavior of moving clothes back to the grocery store over and over again.She was able to survive because of her strong psychological quality and thick skin.

However, these two dates were initiated by Sherlock. Although his attitude was not good, this cannot hide the fact that he did invite her——

Oh my god, it's like in a dream, the mean Sherlock, the Sherlock with a negative EQ, the Sherlock who would die if he was not arrogant, would invite her on his own initiative, and every day recently feels like New Year's Eve!

Clara pursed her lips, but the smile in her eyes stretched all the way to her eyebrows. Standing in front of the theater, looking at the piano and cello on the poster, her eyes fell on the words "Sky Capriccio", and her heart was full of anticipation .

"Excuse me," an old voice came from behind. Clara turned her head and saw an old Asian man sitting in a wheelchair with a cold expression and a very rude tone.

Clara turned slightly, and the old man passed by her, holding the ticket tightly in his hand, his fingers turned white, and he seemed to cherish the ticket very much.

Clara looked at the old man's back, and then at the musical instrument on the poster. This hostile old man came to the concert?What else could she feel, the irresistible charm of music?

Looking around at the people holding tickets in their hands, they all looked calm and expectant. The expression of this old man was too attractive. Clara was inevitably curious, and wanted to go in with him to observe again, but someone grabbed her wrist.

"Sorry, I'm late." A deep and pleasant voice rang in her ear.

When Clara turned her head, she saw Mr. Detective's long and indifferent face. The other party finally didn't wear the long trench coat this time, but was wearing a very formal suit.

He naturally put his hand into Clara's pocket, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it: "Oh, it's not too late, there are still 10 minutes to enter."

"..." You are too skilled.Clara glanced at him, and couldn't help looking again.

Sherlock looked as if he was used to it: "Why, haven't we seen each other for a few days?"

"No, I just think you are very eye-catching," Clara answered him, showing a slight smile, "Why did you think of inviting me to the concert?"

"Leaflet," Sherlock glanced down at her, "you put it so conspicuously on the table in the room, isn't it a hint to me?"

"...cough," Clara touched her nose awkwardly, "it's really not this time."

It was a piece of paper that came by accident when she was taking the bus on the day she came back. Affected by the cleaning lady at the airport, she was embarrassed to throw garbage everywhere, so she picked it up, but put it on the table and forgot.

Sherlock's appearance made them gain another vote of attention. Fortunately, everyone was very kind, and it was not like when he was walking on the road before, someone would suddenly come out to ask him to sign.

This theater has only been completed in the past two years, so the decoration is very trendy and gorgeous. The lights on the ceiling made Clara stare at it for a long time. The tiny royal blue lights flickered on and off, and the hanging rhinestone chandeliers were like starlight in the sky.

A large poster hangs at the entrance, a man and a woman are playing ecstatically beside the piano and the cello. The subtitle of "Sky Capriccio" uses a gorgeous font to emphasize these words.

Watson's ticket was exactly as he said, the seat was very good, they sat in the side balcony, and the panoramic view of the stage and the theater was almost unobstructed. Obviously, Clara, who loves to play, knows the market better than Sherlock, because the seat selection is excellent , she guessed that Sherlock had put a lot of thought into this, so she looked at Sherlock shyly several times.

Sensing her gaze, Mr. Holmes said coolly, "Watson gave me the ticket, and he chose the seat."

Clara's smile immediately collapsed: "Don't tell me that Watson forced you to come on this date."

Sherlock showed an appreciative smile: "I'm happy for you, Clara, your little brain has finally escaped the veil of hormones and discovered the truth of the matter."

Clara: "..." Don't talk, she is very lost now.

"Oh, by the way," Sherlock slapped her again in the dimming light, "I didn't—"

He paused as Clara stretched out a sinister hand and twisted his arm hard.

Sherlock turned to look at her, and Clara smiled sweetly: "Please maintain your good qualities, dear Mr. Holmes, don't make loud noises, even whispered conversations, the performance is about to begin."

Sherlock threatened her in a low voice: "Let go." She actually twisted harder.

Clara looked disgusted: "You still talk, how can there be someone with such poor quality as you."

Sherlock: "..." Tsk, it's too late to turn around and leave now.

Two musicians stood on the stage, the woman wore a red dress, and the man wore a suit and leather shoes, holding a cello in his hands. They bowed to the audience with smiles on their faces, and they had a very good temperament.

The female pianist in the red dress greeted everyone politely into the microphone: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the venue, and start this musical journey with us..."

Listening to the voice, Clara recognized the two from a distance: "Could this be the pianist and cellist that night?"

Sherlock asked her to guess their identities at the time. She was sure they were a pianist and a cellist, but the relationship between the two people was wrong. As Sherlock said, they were Blutsverwandte (relatives), not lovers. .

"You have a good memory," Sherlock mocked, "I thought you wouldn't remember anything after drinking like that."

Clara smiled, "Dear Sherlock, I have to tell you, not only do I remember them, I also remember that it was you who brought me back."

"Bring it back—"

"Ahem." The old gentleman next to him suddenly coughed, interrupting their conversation.

It was the unhappy old man I met at the entrance of the theater just now. Clara felt the eyes of the other party, obviously it was contempt—"How come there are people with such low quality like you?"

The duo of "no quality" finally became honest this time. It just so happened that at this time, the opening remarks of the musicians and the introduction of the opening song came to an end. The cellist and pianist looked at each other and began to play tacitly.

The effects of the live version and the record playback are really different. The sound of the piano is like flowing water, and the sound of the piano is ding-dong-dong-dong.

The wooden floor on the stage can reflect light. Under the spotlight, the grand piano can be seen on the reflection of the floor, and the silver feet of the cello shine with light, which is very dazzling.

So Clara listened, and couldn't help but pay more attention to the cellist.

When the curtain came to the end of several songs, the intermission time came, the audience around got up to go to the bathroom, even the old man in a wheelchair left, and Sherlock found that she was still staring at the cellist's seat.

"What," whispered Sherlock, "bewitched by the cellist?"

This tone made Clara want to annoy him, so she said with a smile: "Of course, the cellist is elegant and appropriate, and the low and gentle is very pleasant to hear. Look at the posture in which he is holding the cello, does it look like he is hugging a beautiful woman?"

Sherlock said immediately: "Even if he hugged the cello like a beauty, then I don't think it's you, dear Clara, he just kept paying attention to the person in the fourth and fifth rows directly in front of the stage." Ma'am—" He paused, "What do you mean by that look?"

"It's not interesting," Clara said with a smile, "You continue."

"...Stupid." Sherlock turned his head, and Clara was still looking at his side face with a smile, so Sherlock Holmes finally came to his senses, turned his head and said, "Do you think I'm jealous?"

"It's not that I thought you were jealous." Clara held back a smile and said as seriously as possible, "You may not even realize that you are jealous."

"The premise of being jealous is that I have a crush on you." Sherlock retorted her.

"Don't talk about it," Clara said solemnly. "Honey, you have to admit that I've had more love affairs than you've ever had coffee. From experience, you should trust me."

"Empiricism will not lead to good results."

"It's easy to get into the dead end when you are looking for innovation."

Sherlock admired: "I have to admit, Clara, I am amazed by your sophistry."

"Oh, Sherlock, you're not like that," Clara said regretfully, "how dare you attribute your misjudgment to my sharp words? You've changed, I didn't expect you to be this Sherlock. "

Sherlock looked at her: "I don't think I made a mistake in my judgment. According to what you said before, since I am a dull person who doesn't understand emotions, I am naturally not that sensitive about love. I don't know love. , why are you jealous?"

"Honey, feelings have already jumped out of your rational level," Clara replied, "In this case, you can no longer understand it with reason, just as the theory of relativity does not apply to quantum physics. If you want to understand love, you must understand it." You have to change your mindset.”

"So your conclusion is..." Sherlock replied, "I'm in love with you and I don't know it?"

Clara nodded happily: "That's right."

"Oh," Sherlock said indifferently, "Your ability to fool people is very strong, but I think it must be unreliable, after all, according to your method, then I can frankly say that my feelings for Watson are all deeper than my feelings for you."

Clara showed a sinister smile in a blink of an eye: "...is this encouraging me to kill Dr. John Watson?"

Watson, who was working overtime at the clinic thousands of miles away, shivered suddenly.

Sherlock raised his forehead: "The ability to take meaning out of context is not small."

"That's enough, gentlemen." The people in the front row couldn't take it anymore, and turned to them, "For God's sake! This is a concert, not your debate! Please respect us and this concert!"

The bickering between the two stopped, and the 10-minute intermission time was passed by them talking to each other.

At the beginning of the second half of the concert, the level was still excellent, but this time the performance of the cello was obviously better than that of the pianist - rather than saying that, it is better to say that the level of the pianist fluctuated a bit.

"What's going on?" Clara murmured. "This performance is very strange."

Sherlock's eyes have also been firmly locked on the two musicians on the stage.

Fortunately, both of them performed well in the future. After the three sets of suites, the concert is coming to an end. I believe that all listeners have enjoyed it very well.

"Seriously, Sherlock," Clara applauded while applauding, "these two young musicians are bound to shine. They're great, like chocolate truffles frozen overnight in a twenty-degree refrigerator. The instant it is taken out, it is silky and just right in the mouth."

"What a strange metaphor."

"Clara Cooper presents the only metaphor in the world!"

The applause lasted for a long time. According to the usual practice, the musicians who left the stage will return to the stage again.Sure enough, the siblings came to the stage again and presented Beethoven's Variations in G Major.

——This is the first comeback.

After the siblings left the stage, the applause continued again and again, and no one in the audience left, so they entered the stage again, and it was another Cesar Frank Sonata in A major.

- This is the second comeback.

The applause continued... More than ten seconds later, a woman's scream came from the backstage, which overwhelmed the applause. Everyone was stunned and looked at the stage stupidly.

Suddenly, a red figure flashed past quickly and stopped at the side of the stage. When everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be the pianist in red.

Her eyes were wide open, many strangle marks appeared on her body, and blood oozes from her neck.

For a moment, the theater fell into a great panic. All kinds of screams and cries burst through the roof and filled the entire theater. The theater's good sound loop design instantly turned the interior of this huge theater into a Shura field.

——This is her third comeback.

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Finally, I have pressed the two words of showing affection every day, it is better to enter the plot!What a cool way to write this at the end!