Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

This is a case that has pulled the people of London into panic...

As a witness to the incident, Clara suffered even more from it—I think the matter is not as simple as suffering from it.

She was lying on the roof of the building, watching the fire on the opposite side getting bigger and bigger. Then, the firefighters came to put out the fire urgently. Soon, the interview cars of several TV stations were parked on the street, and the voices of the people downstairs were getting louder and louder. ring.

The internationally renowned detective was pushed to the forefront, and for a while, everyone was blaming him.

When you gain both fame and fortune in a certain industry, praise comes next, and then?You have to be the face of this industry, you can't have failures, you can't make mistakes, because that's not the hero and myth that everyone needs.

This is the ignorant human nature. Everyone is human, but they are eager to pick out a god in the crowd. They would rather be in awe of the illusions they imagined than accept one thing, that is, everyone is human, makes mistakes, and makes mistakes. defective.

Even so, Clara still believes that Sherlock doesn't care about these pressures from all walks of life, and he has heard a lot of insults, so of course he doesn't care about these things.

Clara knew that he was not to blame for all this, he had done nothing wrong, and could only say that the uncertainty of the old lady caused the tragedy.

It was her fault...

It is true that this idea is a bit extreme, but she is the one who killed herself after all, even if her reasons are good and her reasons can be understood, it does not mean that she is not wrong.

After all, she was the one who killed, who would care so much?

Just like Sherlock, even if he solves the puzzle, who cares about his process, everyone only sees the final result - everyone on the first floor is dead, because of the criminal investigation myth, Mr. Detective did not succeed protect them.

Moriarty sent someone to take away the sniper gun on the roof, and Winslow followed them, and when he finally passed by Clara, he said to her——

"Thank you."

Clara was still squatting by the wall, with her arms around her knees, her head buried in it, and her long hair could almost cover her whole body. When she heard Winslow's voice, Clara replied dully, "Get lost."

Winslow was deflated, but he was not angry. He sighed and said, "I will treat Louise well."

"Don't you understand..." Clara exposed her eyes, stared at Winslow's polished leather shoes, and said coldly, "Get lost."

Winslow obviously wanted to say something more, but Clara's current state was really scary-he hadn't forgotten that Clara had nailed knives on the palms of his hands and soles of his feet, and he always had the scars.

At the moment, he had no choice but to leave silently, glanced at Clara, and finally said, "I will treat Louise well."

Oh, how is it possible, why are you so naive?

Can he escape Moriarty?Would he believe in Moriarty's inexplicable bet?Who gave him confidence, who made him so naive?

Is it love?

ridiculous!

Clara heard his footsteps gradually receding, and buried her head in her arms again. The voice downstairs also gradually died down, and everything seemed to be calming down. Hunger and thirst could no longer cause her pain, she could only feel It started to rain here.

The rain was not heavy, but it was not small, and soon, she was covered with rain. This state made her not only feel cold in her heart, but also in her body.

How long did Clara sit there? A few hours or a whole day?She didn't realize it either, she was only frantically recalling the things she had done back then, those crimes were vivid in her mind, and her memory was still fresh.

In the end, Clara chose to move. She stood up and found that she was completely soaked. When she walked into the building, she realized that Winslow had left her an umbrella before leaving, thanking him for his thoughtfulness, but Clara Without even looking at it, he walked straight past the umbrella.

The floors on the fifth and sixth floors were not only because of the rainy weather but also because of the murder case. In short, she didn’t meet anyone in the corridor. Fortunately, she didn’t. If someone saw it, they would probably be frightened. It is water and is listless.

If a child sees it, they will probably have nightmares.

Clara thought so, and walked out of the corridor. The rain outside began to fall slowly. Clara walked forward, but saw a person standing in front of him, standing in the rain with an umbrella, looking at the terrible ruins across the street. , The rain hit his long windbreaker, he just stood there quietly, the surrounding streets were silent, standing with him.

Sherlock is here...

It's a strange phenomenon, Clara thought. Could it be that he's here to... confess?

Clara approached him unconsciously, only to see that he still had a cigarette in his hand. He hadn't smoked for a long time.

Sherlock seemed to know she would come, and seeing that she was covered in rain, he took her under the umbrella.

This is a strange tacit understanding.

With complicated emotions in her heart, Clara stood quietly with him without saying a word.

A gust of cool wind blows over, and the weather is a little cold.

Then Sherlock quickly took off the windbreaker, put it on her body, put the umbrella in her hand, and quietly smoked beside her.

Sherlock said: "John said, what I did was wrong, what do you think?"

Clara looked up at him blankly.

"I got the answer a few hours ago, but in order to catch the clues of the person who provoked me, I spent the extra time pursuing other cases." Sherlock said quietly, "I was wrong ?"

Clara shook her head, but silently reached out her other hand to wipe away the hot tears.

Sherlock glanced at her, and Clara turned around and hugged him tightly, but her voice was extremely cold: "Why don't you tell me the answer as soon as possible? It's an old lady."

"So you think I'm wrong too?"

Clara still leaned her watery head against his chest, and said after a moment of silence, "I can understand."

If it were her, she would do the same.

Sherlock looked up at the ruins upstairs, and said, "I knew you would understand."

Clara continued: "But I understand, it doesn't mean you are not wrong."

She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes with a terribly cold expression: "That is a person, an old man, and a life."

Sherlock looked down at her: "I also know you will blame me."

Clara Cooper is this kind of person, with a clear line between light and dark in her heart, and she does not allow anyone to trample on this line, including herself and Sherlock Holmes.

However, Clara didn't know what to do after hearing what he said. She blamed Sherlock?How could she blame Sherlock!She is blaming herself!

She might have had a better choice at that moment, such as desperately dragging Moriarty next to him to hell, but she was afraid. She was greedy for life and afraid of death, indeed she was greedy for life and afraid of death. I chose myself.

That's right...

Anyone would tell her that's right.

However, after she received so much kindness in the dark, she hoped—if she couldn't become that warm person, she hoped that she could at least not hurt others.

And she couldn't even do the least.

In front of those veteran agents, her troubles may be insignificant, and even speaking out is an insult, but she cannot escape such troubles.

Not only that, she thought, she was getting deeper and deeper.

Moriarty succeeded, and he did pull her back into a horrible hell.

Clara felt ashamed at this moment.

Sherlock said silently: "I know you will blame me, just like the case of Betty White, you will blame me for being cold-blooded and impersonal."

It wasn't the first time she brought up this kind of thing, she was kind, after all, Sherlock had heard more things - freaks, cold-blooded, childish, low emotional intelligence.

These things that he used to regard as stupid things, he is now slowly willing to accept.

Not only because of John Watson, but also because of Clara Cooper.His best friend, and this special woman by his side, moved him with their personal experiences.

This may be a process of learning and progress. When he heard the old man say "HELP" in an old voice, he was really touched.Seeing the ruins now and seeing a group of crying people, of course his heart was touched.

Criticism from the outside world can't shake his mood, but he has to listen carefully to what the people he cares about say.

——In fact, he has done enough, he solved the puzzle, and reminded the other party not to describe Moriarty's voice, but since it happened, he had no choice but to accept it.

He has to thank such a person for making him feel the so-called struggle of life.

but--

"If it happened again," Sherlock said, "I would still make the same choice."

Clara was silent, what if it happens again?

Yes, if it happened again, she would make the same choice, she would still choose not to let it all go wrong - keep Winslow's life; she would still choose to keep her own life - one shot the old man .

The former because she loves Sherlock, the latter because she loves herself.

In the same ruins, as the witnesses and participants of the incident, the thoughts of the two people had a huge turning point here, and there were earth-shaking changes.

Clara let go of the hand that hugged Sherlock, and said quietly: "I'm going back, goodbye."

She's going back... indeed, she's going "back".

Sherlock nodded slightly to her, and watched her walk out of the umbrella. The rain outside had dropped a lot. She left with his coat on, not knowing which corner of the city she would go to.

"I'm leaving too." Sherlock said to her back.

He is going to a whole new realm, why can't he have a human touch?He is not the myth described in the newspapers, he is also a person.

He glanced at Clara again.

A person who is willing to change for the person he likes.

The author has something to say: Poor two people.

When I like you, you are busy indulging in the scenery in front of you; you finally decide to like me, but I don't have the best mood to love you.