Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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Clara visited 221b much more frequently, but she did not go upstairs to find Mr. Holmes, but only accompanied Mrs. Hudson downstairs to greet guests, and tactfully told some people——

Your puzzles are so boring, Sherlock will let you go, why don't you just leave now and take a step back.

This kind of person is often a lady with good looks and elegant conversation.

It was Dr. Watson who discovered this first. He sat with Sherlock all day and was so sleepy that he was about to fall asleep, so he muttered, "Why are all men today..."

As he said that, he went downstairs to get a cup of coffee, and then saw Clara walking from the side of the basement with a bag in his hand, looking very happy.

"Hey, Clara," Watson greeted her loudly, "Why don't you come up and sit down?"

"Oh, I guess someone doesn't want to see me very much, after all, dating me is forced."

Watson rubbed his nose in embarrassment, um...she was still thinking about it, and it seemed that she was in a good mood.Watson coughed lightly, intending to change the subject: "Uh, what is this bag for?"

Clara's face remained unchanged: "Look at the garbage bag—" She opened the bag, and there were indeed garbage such as scraps of paper and fruit peels in it, but this bag didn't look like a garbage bag, um...but no one said that. Cannot be used as a garbage bag.

So the crucial issue of garbage bags was left behind by Dr. Watson.

Clara put the trash at the door and said with a smile, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Seeing that she didn't insist on the date, Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Have two cups of coffee, hey——Nancy, long time no see, the little guy has gained weight again!"

Nancy jumped into his arms, and when she heard the words behind her, she stretched out her paws spiritually, as if in a demonstration, Watson was still scratching her chin... Well, strange to say, Nancy likes Hua very much For example, she would not take the initiative to jump into Clara's arms.

Unknowingly put the sneakers in the basement, Clara sent a photo to Moriarty, the task has been completed, which does not bother her at all.

During this time, Mrs. Hudson was cleaning the basement quite a lot. He must have had an impression of the basement. What he was waiting for was that he would occasionally catch a glimpse of it when he went downstairs, and then he couldn't control his curiosity and rushed in to find out.

——That's what Clara planned.

Moriarty replied, "Nice, but I've thought of a more playful idea, and I guess he'll like it."

Your "fun" and ordinary people's "fun" are definitely not the same concept!

Just as Clara was about to complain, another guest came to 221b, but this one was an elegant gentleman, with a suit and leather shoes, and a hairline... Very far back, the black umbrella reminded her of the pianist's father at that concert.

The other party nodded to Watson, who was drinking coffee, and then his eyes fell on Clara. He paused, his brows furrowed, and soon relaxed again. He smiled at her, and then went straight upstairs.

This reaction is very strange.

Clara shrugged and turned to Watson who was sitting on the sofa: "Who is that?"

"Sherlock has a brother, do you know?" Watson explained to her. "Government officials, they are very capable—oh, what am I talking about, the Holmes family is very capable, right Nancy~"

"Meow~"

Clara: "..." Obviously, one person and one cat are more like a family, that's okay, she gives Nancy to Watson, and Sherlock to her!Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The upstairs door slammed shut, Clara subconsciously looked over there, Sherlock's brother?She did know it, but she had never seen it before, and she seemed to remember it as——Macrof, um, yes, that's the name.

Government officials?It seemed that he was a very important person. After all, she didn't find anything other than his basic information such as his height and weight.

"Where is Mrs. Hudson?" Watson's question interrupted her train of thought.

Clara regained her senses and said, "Well...she went to buy ingredients. My store doesn't sell vegetables or anything, but she suddenly wants to eat vegetable and fruit salad. She should be back by now."

"John, you—"

There was a sound from upstairs first, and Clara turned her head to look over there, and saw Sherlock standing by the door and looking down, it was uncomfortable for her to stand on the stairs and look up at him like this.

Sherlock looked at her a few more times, and then continued, "John, come up, there's a case coming."

Then Clara heard a voice from inside: "Why, that pretty lady has attracted your attention?"

"Her IQ is inversely proportional to her appearance." Sherlock said to the people in the room.

Clara stared at him with a dark face, but heard a voice from inside: "So you agree that she is beautiful? Well, well, look who this is, Sherlock, are you still my brother?"

... What is this, a slap in the face for a sweet date?

She struggled for a while, well, if she had to find someone who Sherlock would agree with in terms of beauty and IQ—then she would rather choose beauty, after all, there are many smart people, no matter how smart they are, they will always be compared.

But being good-looking is different. Otherwise, think about when you heard Sherlock praise other women for being good-looking?

Her IQ... Well, it's enough to save her life.

Watson went upstairs, and after a while, Mrs. Hudson also came back from the outside. This time is not too fast, but in the blink of an eye, half of spring has passed, although the temperature is still hovering in the low range. .

But eating a vegetable and fruit salad at this time really makes people feel the breath of spring.

spring...

Clara glanced upstairs, wondering if her spring had arrived...

But the atmosphere upstairs has nothing to do with Spring's half-dime, it's a completely different drama.

"Intelligence?" Sherlock sneered, "You guys do this all the time."

"The words are nicer," Mycroft said without moving. "This information can maintain the stability of the country and escort the development of the country."

"What does it have to do with me?" Sherlock said coldly,

"Why has nothing to do with you, Sherlock," Mycroft looked at him with a smile, "Didn't you solve the ambassador's case overseas for the Queen's sake?"

Not so much for the Queen's sake as for Clara's. ——She is indeed almost becoming a queen, and her appearance will always interrupt his thinking, and she will appear in the hall of his thinking inexplicably, saying some meaningless words.

"Anyone want a fruit salad?"

——Yes, something like that.

Sherlock closed his eyes and said, "Be quiet, Clara, I'll talk about it later, I'm thinking about something."

This tone of resentment and helplessness made the three people present focus on him, and Clara had a subtle expression. What is this?behave in a spoiled manner?

McCoff looked at Clara again, this time not as sharply as the one downstairs, but said with interest: "I want to eat salad, thank you."

what?

How could Mycroft hear Clara's voice in his head?

Sherlock opened his eyes, only to find that the proprietress herself was standing here, with a salad in her hand, smiled at him, then put the salad on the table, and couldn't help but said when she was about to leave: "Sherlock, excuse me for asking , were you talking to me just now?"

"No," he replied immediately, and then paused, "Oh, forget it, I'm just talking to you, it's all right, go downstairs."

"Okay," Clara suppressed a smile, "Let me say one more word, just one word, ahem, if you didn't say my name, I thought you were acting like a baby..."

Sherlock pursed his lips and glanced at Clara. The latter blinked, let him go, and walked out the door. Mycroft continued behind him, "I hope you can come and solve this case."

"Why?"

"I heard that you haven't been out for a long time," Mycroft said. "Didn't you say that the recent cases are very boring? Let me provide you with an interesting case, okay?"

Since it was entrusted by you, he doesn't want to do even the most interesting case. Thinking of this, Sherlock stood up: "Who said that the recent case is boring? Of course there are interesting cases, but they haven't appeared yet. I think it will soon." They came to the door—"

"boom!!!"

Several people in the room were stunned. What kind of sound is this? An earthquake?Why does it feel like the house is shaking?Could it be an explosion?Deafening, feeling right next to you...

Sherlock quickly walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked at the source of the sound, only to see that on a familiar street corner, the "magic" grocery store that Clara had boasted about turned into ruins, and was even still in danger. smoking.

Everyone around booed, the fire hydrants on the street blew up, and the people near the grocery store were crushed under the rubble, unable to distinguish between life and death.Baker Street is the city center, how could there be an explosion?Still at the grocery store.

He just wanted to find Clara, when he found a dumbfounded voice standing in front of the door of 221b, covering his mouth with his hands. Even though he could only see her celestial cap from this angle, he could still feel the shock in Clara's whole body.

He immediately went downstairs, John immediately followed him, and Mycroft, who was still standing there, looked at the backs of the two thoughtfully.

Pushing the door open, Clara was standing at the door, her posture still unchanged, and Mrs. Hudson hurriedly comforted her beside her.Clara liked her shop very much, everyone knew it, and she even regarded it as her only home.

"I've already called the police, Clara, it's all right..." Mrs. Hudson pulled her and frowned, "Hey, what's going on here."

what happened?How does she know what's going on!

Even so, her first reaction was Moriarty. After all, he said he had thought of something fun more than ten minutes ago. Could it be that his fun thing was blowing up her house? ?

Seeing that her hard work was wasted, Clara suddenly wanted to grab a gun and drag Moriarty out, and fight him to the death. First Louise, then her grocery store, what on earth is he trying to do!

A text message came in, and Clara glanced at it. It was from Moriarty—"You must be calling me, but I didn't do it."

Ghosts believe you! !

"Oh, by the way, don't live in 221b. I still have something to ask for you. If you go in, many things will be inconvenient, and you will have more doubts."

Clara sneered, followed by another text message.

"Don't be angry, you can live with me."

"Clara," Sherlock didn't know when he stood next to her, "Have you turned off the gas?"

Clara turned off her phone and turned to look at him. She is in a very bad mood now. The only home she has recognized for more than two years has been blown into ruins by some bastard. Now she really wants to fight Moriarty without fear of death. One...Even if she was facing Sherlock's initiative to talk to her, she didn't bother to answer.

Wait, what did he just say?gas?Is she the type to make such a mistake?

Sherlock clearly felt Clara's low pressure, so he continued: "If you have no place to live recently, then you can..."

Mrs. Hudson immediately said cleverly: "Yes! Clara, you should stay with us for the time being!"

"No need..." Thinking of Moriarty's text message, Clara was exhausted. Now that she didn't even have a home, she really didn't want to go on arguing with these lunatics, "I'll stay with my friends, oh...the police are here , I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Clara sighed and walked forward with heavy steps. The three people behind 221b all looked at her. Watson coughed and motioned for Sherlock to call Clara back quickly. Sherlock looked at Clara. Looking at La's back, I felt an inexplicable sense of grievance from her.

Nancy came out and followed Clara up and down.

——There seems to be a small black cloud over her head now, and it is still raining with lightning, thunder, and she looks very unlucky in short.

Sherlock thought so, and Clara in front suddenly staggered and almost fell.Hmm... really unlucky.

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The story is finally going in the direction I'm most looking forward to!