Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Clara prepared a simple breakfast, Sherlock ate inside, and she went out with a piece of bread in her mouth, and returned to the shop after a while, with the morning newspaper in her arm, and flipped through the stack of letters in her hand.

Sherlock reached out to take the newspaper she handed over, and read it with his head down, while Clara put the letters on the table and sorted them carefully.

In fact, in daily life, Sherlock is not a talkative person, but Clara next to him sighed several times, and he was not unreasonable, so he asked out of politeness: "Are there any funeral invitations in these letters?"

"..." This question left Clara speechless, well, let's just pretend that he was concerned about why she was unhappy, so he replied, "These are bills for water, electricity, heating, and of course I don't care. Happy...actually, I've been less excited about letters since I was in middle school, and you know Hogwarts doesn't send admissions letters to older kids."

Her sudden ecstasy made the atmosphere awkward for a while.

Clara blinked, quickly realized, and immediately said in panic: "God, Sherlock, don't you know the story of that magical little boy-Harry Potter? Look at the front desk of my store, It was decorated according to the appearance of the magic shop in the movie!"

At this time, Sherlock's eyes were locked on the small box on page B of the newspaper—"Jack the Ripper in the 21st Century: The Lady Who Was Opened Up in the Keesen Garden Restaurant", the title was full of gimmicks.No pics, oh what was he thinking, of course no pics; Kissen Garden Restaurant?Seems to be half an hour's drive from here; what time - around 06:30 last night?

Clara was still telling him the story of the little boy, now of his detestable aunt's family.

"Shut up." Sherlock spat out two words.

The noise stopped abruptly.

Sherlock looked up at her, and Clara was sulking with her lips pursed.He thought of something again, and asked probingly, "What did you go to the police station for last night?"

"how do you know--"

"The smell of cigarettes," Sherlock interrupted her shocked questioning, "It's the same way you found me at the police station last time, so tell me, why did you go to the police station last night?"

His speech speed increased, which is a remarkable sign when he is thinking about problems.

"Yesterday I ate at the Keesen Garden Restaurant." Clara quickly glanced at the newspaper in his hand, and guessed half of it, "It just so happened that a murder happened there, and I was the first witness at the scene, and I went to take notes with them. "

The identity of "the first witness at the scene" aroused his interest.He leaned back, crossed his hands on his chest, his eyes softened, sitting on the sofa like an elegant and decent nobleman.It was rare to see him act like he was listening, and he actually wanted Clara to repeat the case to him.

"The deceased was found in the men's bathroom, lying on his back on the floor in the corridor, female, well-dressed, in a tragic death condition, with several fatal injuries, including one on the neck, the abdomen was dissected, and the thighs were cut open. It was bruised and purple, no murder weapon was left, there was a lot of blood at the scene, and there were bloody footprints, the windows and doors were not closed, and there were bloody footprints on the window frame." She recalled it and added, "Look at the size , the owner of the footprints should be an adult male."

The vivid crime scene was outlined, Sherlock's eyes were more probing, and Clara was a little confused: "Why, aren't you only interested in serial murders? As far as I know, this case is independent."

"That's right," Sherlock smiled at her, "Clara, did you sleep well last night?"

"I just thought of asking now?" Clara complained, "Not good, very bad, the sofa is very uncomfortable."

A text message interrupted their morning communication. Sherlock picked up his phone and looked at it. It was a text message from Lestrade, hoping that he could come to Whitechapel.

Sherlock got up, put on the windbreaker and scarf, and Clara asked, "What, do you want to go out?"

"Yes," he stood at the door and looked back at her. "It's related to the murder case last night. Do you want to come?"

"Uh, I still need to do business..." Clara refused hesitantly.

Sherlock seemed to have known this result a long time ago, so he took a step and left.

Clara is full of flaws, Sherlock has already guessed, how could she be a simple grocery store proprietress?

The description of the crime scene was very detailed, and the tragic death did not bring any psychological shadow or pressure to her. She actually had the leisure to recall the size of the footprints, and after watching the murder scene, she went home alone and slept on the sofa alone. It wasn't affected at all, and the only thing I was concerned about was the discomfort of sleeping on the sofa...

Clara didn't care about showing any flaws in front of Mr. Detective at all. Of course, the main reason was that it was impossible to be impeccable in front of Sherlock, so why not just use his curiosity and make him curious from time to time.Playing hard to get, she can play like a dragon...

Clara put all kinds of bills aside, and finally opened one of the couriers from 84 Charing Cross Road. It was very thick, and I don't know what it contained. After opening, the first thing that fell out was a piece of paper——

"Compared with literary works, I think it is more practical and enlightening to read more scientific works than literary works. This is a popular science book I recommend to you. I hope you can benefit from it." There is also a line at the end, "Forgot Fill your head with love and love! Stupid mortal!—Advice from Dr. Cooper."

what?

Where did this express come from?Who is Dr. Cooper?Her long-lost brother?But wait a minute—she's just full of love, what's wrong with love? !

Turning over the book in her hand, Clara pouted, go to your introduction to quantum physics, not interested!Just about to throw it away, she paused, and took another look at the arrogant "Forget about your love and love", Clara bent her lips and smiled, thinking of a bad move.

Not long after Sherlock left, Clara packed up the shop and closed the shop early in the morning. She went out wearing leather gloves and a scarf, and was stopped by Mrs. Hudson when she passed No. 221.

"Good morning, Clara, where are you going early in the morning?" asked Mrs. Hudson, poking her head out of the window.

"Morning, Mrs. Hudson." Clara smiled mysteriously at her, "As you said last time, we smart people don't always play our cards according to routine. This morning, I'm going to fight against time again."

"Isn't it just to go out and say what to do with such a complicated matter?" Mrs. Hudson waved her hand at her with a smile, "Go, I guess you won't be able to do business again today."

Well, she is probably the most unreliable boss lady.

After all, she hasn't done a few reliable things yet!Also, if she was reliable, she wouldn't be sent to spy on Sherlock and carry out these clueless investigations.

Walking to the end of the street, I happened to take a bus. The street scene of London flashed slowly outside the window. The morning was full of vitality, peace and joy. In this historic city, it was happening day after day, every day The same drama, but every day will have a different feeling, it is great to live in London!

...Actually, it would be even better if there were fewer homicides.

Thinking of Sherlock's perverse and alternative genius, Clara curled her lips, thank the country, the free air of London can accommodate such a strange person.

Speaking of which, there are actually quite a few strange people in London.

When the bus arrived at the stop, she got off the bus with a calm gait, wandered on this street, which was obviously not as prosperous as Baker Street, and arrived at a bookstore with simple decoration in a short while.

The owner's name was Bernard Black.If Clara is the most unreliable grocer's wife, then this Mr. Black must be the most ridiculous bookstore owner.

"Hello, Blake, are you there?" She pushed the door open, and then a gust of wind blew over. The door next to her immediately smashed a cup, and when she looked down, the beautiful broken porcelain shone, implying that she Just now was a thrilling moment of life and death.

A man with slightly curly hair heard the sound of the door opening, raised his head from behind a stack of books, and saw Clara with a surprised expression: "Hey, isn't this Miss Cooper? It's been a long time since you moved away. Gone, glad you're alive!"

"..." Clara felt that all the curls were hostile to her.

When she stepped into the store, these books were piled up in piles, which was an insult to the name of the bookstore.So there is a special name here, Blake's Bookstore, which is the only one in the world that has no branches, and it is comparable to the only consulting detective in the world.

"Aren't you going to clean up?" Clara couldn't help but said.

Blake stood up, went to the door, picked up the fragments of the porcelain cup on the ground, and said in a tone of talking about the weather: "No plan, what if after I clean up, you fall in love with this bookstore and refuse to leave?" He Turning back to Clara, she smiled treacherously: "I'm fed up with your days of changing eight boyfriends a week."

"You only change eight boyfriends a week, and your entire community changes eight boyfriends a week!" Clara said angrily, they were all pure dates, and when Black said that, her flirtatiousness became watery!

"You did live in the same community as me before you moved out."

Look at this guy's unyielding attitude!Clara was furious and was going to call Fran from the next door, but she was the only one who could control Blake!

When Black saw Clara's movements, he knew that the proprietress next door was going to come over arrogantly in the next second, so he immediately stopped her: "Clara, are you here to quarrel today?"

This reminds Clara of her reason for coming. Although Black is not good-natured and very casual, she often forces her with obsessive-compulsive disorder to work with Fran to clean up the shop for him. But there is one thing that Black still does. It is worthy of recognition-his library is definitely the most comprehensive collection in London!

"That's it ..." Clara said seriously. "I want to find a book. The whole book is love love you and me, is there any recommendation?" Is there a recommendation? "

Black thought for a while: "Yes, there are, but you have to be careful. After reading this book, you may have a strong rejection of changing your boyfriend's day eight times a week."

"What book is so powerful?" Clara asked suspiciously, selectively ignoring the eight boyfriends a week.

"Words are powerful, and the charm of words is always infinite." Black said something serious, and then got into the pile of books to find them. He didn't come out with a book until Clara got impatient with waiting. Throw it to her casually: "3 pounds, thank you for your patronage."

It seems that the books that Black could give her without hesitation are not the type of books he would like to read, and there are books that Black doesn't like to read?This made Clara curious, so she flipped a page on the bus——

"I'm going today, as long as he tells me: He loves you, he wants you, I will hand you over to him. But he said that he has no intention of marrying you, Yanrong, you have been deceived, you are too young! I There is absolutely no rumor, you can question him! Now, forget him, he is not worthy of your love!" "No! No! No!" Jiang Yanrong yelled, burying her head in the pillow and crying bitterly. Never once did she feel that Such heartbreak, such hatred, she beat the pillow, the feeling of humiliation made her blood throb...

Clara trembled, her skin got goosebumps, she turned over the cover of the book—"Outside the Window", author: Qiong Yao.

... This author must be a master.

In the afternoon, she sealed the book and was going to mail it back to 84 Charing Cross Road. After thinking about it, she also put in the photo of her and Sherlock that Louise had helped secretly take a few months ago, and added a note:

"Hello, Dr. Cooper, I also want to introduce you to a book, so that you can feel the charm of love and love. Oh, the picture shows me and my boyfriend. I think he must be twenty times more handsome than you.—— Greetings from Miss Cooper."

She is full of love and love, and she is surrounded by romantic love and love.What does the single doctor Wang at the other end of the letter know?

She chose to include photos of the best men around her, and decided to mail them along with the book, just to give this arrogant Dr. Cooper a little color.And as for the best man around, there is no doubt that it is Sherlock Holmes!

When she happily finished posting the documents, she suddenly realized how wretched her actions were, and couldn't help feeling sad, scratching her heart, wondering whether Sherlock can fall in love!What method should this little flower of hers use to properly tease him!

The author has something to say: In fact, this article is a comprehensive British and American drama, the main god Xia.

So here comes the question - which Dr. Cooper is Dr. Cooper?

Come on, baby readers, spoil me with comments!

I'll just bring the little girl Clara here and give it to everyone—bye!indivual!morning!Year! (not)