Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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It was probably because Clara's ability to examine questions was too strong, which left an indelible impression on Moriarty. In short, he was not happy to pay in the end, so Clara had to take out her wallet painfully—this cafe really didn't look like it. Expensive, but really expensive!

After she paid the money, Moriarty's complexion improved a lot, and he offered to take Clara home in a gentlemanly manner, but she dared not refuse, so she had to agree, so the two ran to take the bus...

Of course, Moriarty also chatted with her about other things, involving literature, music, philosophy, and also gave her a lot of medical knowledge. Clara always hated such things, but It doesn't seem so difficult to say it from Moriarty's mouth...

At least she finally figured out the redox reaction!

Clara praised him: "Mr. Moriarty, if you are a teacher, you must be very loved and sought after by your classmates. My chemistry and physics...well, professionals have given up teaching me." For example, the library on the other side of the ocean Dr. Per.

Moriarty was touched, and said with emotion: "If all I met as a teacher were students like you, then I would also choose my current career, and the first person I would kill would be you."

Clara's legs immediately began to weaken, and her expression changed uncontrollably, she smiled stiffly: "Don't, don't... I'm still very savvy in other places."

Her reaction was very interesting. Moriarty noticed that as soon as she heard certain words, she would immediately tremble nervously, so she turned her head and said darkly, "I really want to kill you."

Clara immediately jumped to the seat next to her and was holding on to the seat in front, apparently ready to run away at any moment.

Moriarty stood up next to her, looked down at her, Clara looked up at him, froze for a few seconds, then moved to the seat inside, and Moriarty sat down.

Her expression can be described in one word, all hope is lost.

Moriarty didn't speak, and glanced at her from time to time, seeing that she was a little relaxed, he turned around and said, "I really want to kill you."

Clara: "...QAQ"

It was so much fun.

When they arrived at Baker Street, the two got out of the car one after the other. Clara's legs were obviously weak and her face was pale. She was obviously frightened along the way. Moriarty kindly wanted to help her, but when she stretched out her hand, Before touching her, Clara jumped away and was nearly hit by a car.

Then Clara seemed to wake up quite a bit, realizing that this was the street, where the sky was bright and bright, and he wouldn't be able to do it here, let alone with her ability, even if the other party really did it here, couldn't she let him do it together? Funeral?

Miraculously, Clara thought about it, so she walked to the front quickly, followed by Moriarty, who was still dressed as a poor college student, who obviously didn't understand why Clara was suddenly not afraid anymore.

Clara especially likes to play cards that do not follow common sense. He has already experienced this, so he simply stopped entangled in this matter and took two extra steps to keep up with her, still holding the shoe bag in his hand.

Moriarty asked nonchalantly, "Clara, why were you so scared just now?"

Clara replied without psychological pressure: "Because I am afraid of death."

This answer disappointed him, but which agent would be afraid of death?He thought it was Clara showing it on purpose, trying to lure him into the bait, and had some terrible plans for the next step, which made him agitated.

Clara said: "Seriously, Mr. Moriarty, you must not think highly of me. I am a greedy person who loves life and death, so I suggest that next time if you want me to help you What, please lure me with money, don't threaten me with my life."

Clara paused, and then said: "There is an old saying in China that rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone I am not a rabbit."

"Then you won't kill people either," Moriarty looked at her and smiled, "I remember you told me you didn't kill people."

Clara also smiled: "I can run away."

This made him silent. Indeed, according to the information obtained by his people, in the first few years, although Clara Cooper would be beaten to pieces after being caught, she would try to escape almost every day, and there was no way out. Repeatedly, even in recent years, it is often the case that one has to run away once a task is given out, and one is often locked in confinement.

It is said that the last time was indeed successful. No one knew exactly where she came from, when and where she went, but later, because of a wound infection and no money to see a doctor, she almost died, so she came back again.

Then she honestly stayed in this secret service organization.

This is a very real and down-to-earth agent, and she can fully reflect the social characteristics that it is not easy to do any job.

Moriarty sneered at this man. He didn't like this kind of talent and ignorance. If Clara had been cultivated by him, he would have shot him to death long ago.

She is really stupid, and she only relies on persistence and hard work to get to the present. This is the stupidest way. In terms of aptitude alone, she is not even as good as that good friend Louise.

If this kind of person is engaged in other occupations, he must be a sophisticated and stupid ordinary person. There are a lot of people like her on the street. However, she can still survive in this industry until now, which is really shocking to him. Eye-opening.

Clara stopped in front, turned to him and said, "Mr. Moriarty, thank you for taking me back, I'll be fine here."

Moriarty handed her the bag and said, "I wish you a good day."

Clara curled her lips and smiled: "No, today is a bad day."

Then she turned around and ran away quickly, making no secret of her feeling of avoiding Moriarty like a snake. The latter felt powerless. He was obviously full of shortcomings, but he felt that he could not fully control her and let her be honest. obedient.

The separation of the intersection fell into the eyes of someone at 221b Baker Street.

Sherlock pursed his lips, lowered the curtains, and said to the person on the sofa, "Go on, I'm listening."

So the man on the couch went on to describe the circumstances of the ridiculous disappearance.

Clara went on a date with a college student who came out of nowhere?

While thinking about it, he replied to the sad-faced person on the sofa, "Just call the police for such a boring case."

Watson: "..." Then why did you let him talk so much!Just invite him to leave just now!

Clara, who returned to the store, was holding Nancy in her arms and scratching her chin, thinking about the harvest of the day.

Moriarty was a weirdo, no doubt quick-witted and logical, fond of revenge on society, tired of routine - oh, he looked so much like Sherlock in that way.

But the difference from Sherlock is that Sherlock is looking for puzzles to activate his brain. He likes to create puzzles to activate his brain, which has an inexplicable sense of fit.

Clara looked at the shoes on the table, and Moriarty told her to use her brain to think of a way for Sherlock to find the shoes himself without her being involved.

This is not difficult, Sherlock has the desire to explore everything, of course he can find it by himself, thinking about it, she received a text message from Sherlock, oh, after the concert, she went to warn him Dr. Watson, stop forcing Sherlock to go on a date with her, and he hasn't been in touch with her since.

What's more, Mr. Holmes is a busy man now, the threshold of 221b has been stepped down, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask him to solve the riddle, and there is a bustle every day.

Faced with this situation, Clara was very happy, because she obviously felt that the turnover of the store had increased a lot recently.And Clara also found that Sherlock was very indifferent to those women who deliberately came to hook him up.

There is no harm without comparison, and Clara suddenly felt that she was still the special one in Sherlock's eyes. After all, Sherlock was still willing to talk to her, and—look, he even took the initiative to send text messages.

The content of the text message made Clara feel his indifference through the screen.

"Cigarettes."

Clara sneered, and directly forwarded the text message to Dr. Watson. Didn't it mean that he quit smoking?Dr. Watson can supervise people, but now he wants to buy cigarettes from her?Think beautifully!

Nancy in her arms was rubbing back and forth, but Clara couldn't hold her, so she had to put her down. Mrs. Hudson just happened to come to the store at this time.

"Good evening, Clara." Mrs. Hudson said kindly. "I was planning to tidy up the basement just now, but I found out that my feather duster is broken, so I came to buy one."

"Oh, I'll look for it for you," Clara squatted down and rummaged through another cabinet for a while, while Mrs. Hudson behind her was still chatting with her.

"Sherlock has had too many visitors recently," Mrs. Hudson complained, "The two children always regard me as their housekeeper, but in fact I am not their housekeeper. Why do they always ask me to receive guests when they come. "

Clara thought that you were their housekeeper, but she still comforted her: "Mrs. Hudson, young people are ignorant... You know, young people these days are always in the same way, with great personalities. .”

She pulled out the feather duster and handed it to Mrs. Hudson: "But you're very kind, ma'am."

"I think so too," said Mrs. Hudson proudly. "Who could stand those two but me!"

Then there was a pause: "Clara, how are you and Sherlock?"

After hearing this, Clara made a bitter face: "To tell you the truth, Sherlock is like a piece of wood. I can't make any further progress with him. He only has the case in his eyes, you know."

"Hey, that's true," Mrs. Hudson sighed. "Actually, there are quite a few people who like Sherlock. I heard that he met a girl who studies forensic medicine in the hospital. Her name is Jasmine, and she seems to have a good relationship with him."

Clara was silent for a while: "He actually knows other women!"

"Don't be angry, dear," Mrs. Hudson stroked her, "I think Sherlock might be closer to you."

Clara thought for a while, but still felt that she needed to affirm herself, and clenched her fist: "Yes, it may have been a little cold these days, but judging from the past two years, it is indeed the time when he is closest to me recently!"

Mrs. Hudson nodded with a smile, and then invited her: "Have you had dinner yet? Come to my house to eat."

Clara readily agreed: "Thank you so much! Mrs. Hudson."

"Oh, I didn't just invite you to dinner," Mrs. Hudson walked out, "you have to clean the basement with me later."

"of course can!"

Clara paused with a smile, and then said, "The basement?"

"Yes, it has been abandoned for a long time, and I think I must give it a good cleaning," Mrs. Hudson replied. "Why, what are you doing next?"

"Oh, of course not, I just thought of something related to the basement." Clara said with a smile, and glanced at the shoes she put in the room by the way, and had an idea in her mind.

Mrs. Hudson said helplessly: "My God, don't tell me any ghost stories, I'm too afraid of this!"

After hearing this, Clara immediately cleared her throat, and said grimly, "Once upon a time, there was an old lady..."

"Okay, stop talking!"

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Maybe you'd like to hear me tell a ghost story OvO