Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Clara's "I'm going back" really answered thoroughly. In short, until Sherlock solved the deadly game and met the mysterious Moriarty, Clara didn't show up.

Not only that, it wasn't until he was bored at home that he realized that Clara seemed to have disappeared out of thin air during this time.

He subconsciously looked towards the corner of the street—the house was about to be rebuilt. In fact, there were people working there all the time, but they didn’t see whose orders they were obeying. Well, obviously they were obeying the boss’s wife’s orders, so if Sherlock wanted to Find Clara, then he just needs to contact these workers.

Ok……

Then should I go to her?

Thinking of this, Sherlock had already walked downstairs, and his footsteps were quite hasty.

The number of reporters at the door was increasing day by day. In short, when he opened the door, he realized that he was too eager and even forgot to go out from another place.

Speaking of journalists, recently he has received a lot of criticism, from various aspects of analysis, from personality to talent, and even some people who are beyond their control, went to his deductive judge website to leave a message, claiming to have found a loophole in his logic .

At first, he glanced at this kind of words, until later he realized that these were all nonsense, so he stopped reading them.

Watson's blog is no longer one-sided praise and worship, but more questioning, or more directly, ridicule, self-righteously finding some loopholes, or even saying nothing about loopholes, just letting go of the unreasonable , A few meaningless words.

GOT HELL SHER LOES!!!

And so on, he occasionally sees some.

Watson no longer showed him these things-his best friend was very considerate and thought it would help him reduce some damage, but he had to say that he was not hurt at all.

These words flowed around between his lips and teeth, but he silently swallowed them back into his stomach for no other reason.If Mr. Holmes understood correctly, it was the kindness of Dr. John Watson.

Faced with the kindness of others, if it was Clara Cooper, she would definitely accept it with a smile, and maybe even make an exaggerated expression of emotion.

—Oh, Clara.

Sherlock nimbly jumped out of the wall from the stairs, and went around to the corner of the street.

Clara has been very strange recently, and she didn't reply to text messages. He even made an exception to make a phone call yesterday, but nothing came of it.

Clara should be able to protect herself. Since her life is not in danger, then let her go - Sherlock thought so, but couldn't help but want to see her.

Ok……

Sherlock thought it was a good feeling.

Soon, he came to the corner of Baker Street under construction.

Sherlock stepped forward, looked at the worker standing outside who was pinching his waist and frowning and pointing, and coughed lightly twice.

"Cough cough."

The latter immediately spotted him, turned his head, glanced at him, and then turned back. Then, as if reacting, he immediately turned around again, his eyes widened——

"Sir, are you not—"

Sherlock didn't give him time to be shocked, and just continued: "Hi, I'm Sherlock Holmes who lives across the street. I have a few questions I want to ask."

The other party immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, I didn't encounter any strange incidents or do anything bad."

Sherlock showed a "kind" smile, and continued: "I would like to ask, about Miss Clara Cooper..."

"Oh oh oh!" The other party slapped his forehead immediately, and then said, "Miss Cooper said that if you come to look for it, I will give you something, and I will bring it to you."

Sherlock nodded, paused, and added, "Thank you."

The other party was flattered: "It's okay, it's okay..."

The decoration worker turned around, and couldn't help muttering: "So that lady didn't brag, she really knew Holmes..." After a pause, "That's right, with her looks, it's normal for her to be noticed by others." , I didn't expect this criminal investigation myth to care about these things, it seems that what was written in the newspaper is not true."

Of course, no matter how authoritative an individual or legal person's speech is, it is not worth believing.

While Sherlock was waiting for the decoration workers, the reporters waiting at the door of 221b seemed to have discovered a certain gentleman who likes to wear long trench coats, and someone actually wanted to sneak over.

It just so happened that the decoration worker came back at this time, holding a package in his hand, judging from the shape, it should be a book.

Clara gave him a book?

Sherlock opened the package, and it turned out to be a book, and it was an old book, and it was a very familiar book—"Lolita".

What does this mean.

The reporters before 221b found that several of their colleagues had a tendency to run away, and when they looked in their direction, they saw the familiar detective in a trench coat.

This situation of too many monks and too little food immediately caused more and more commotion.

Sherlock had already discovered the intentions of those reporters, and guessed that they were coming soon. He took the book Clara gave him, stood at the corner of the street and waved, and a taxi would come leisurely. This fact is admirable. .

As soon as Sherlock opened the car door, he realized that there were already people sitting inside. He wanted to close the car door, but when he looked up, he saw the menacing reporters who were about to rush over. He made a decisive decision, and Sherlock got into the car immediately.

No matter how hard a group of reporters chased after him, of course they couldn't catch up with the four-wheeled car. Sherlock's recent avoidance of the media has cooled down his topic a lot. The newspaper office will definitely not equip him with any car - after all, he is not a celebrity.

At this time, it was a different scene in the car.

The woman next to her was leisurely reading the newspaper. Sherlock glanced at it, then looked away.

"Mr. Holmes, don't tell me, you're still playing tricks here." The woman said flatly, turning a page of the newspaper in her hand.

The actor Sherlock's acting skills were on the line again, he turned his head to look at the lady in puzzlement: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"How can you not understand?"

The lady put away the newspaper, revealing her delicately made-up face, her smile was not proper, but ironic.

"Mr. Holmes, are you not going to look for me?"

Irene Adler said this and smiled at him: "I like to take the initiative, so I decided to come to you first, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock didn't speak at all, glanced at her, turned his head and said, "Since that's the case, then you should know why I'm looking for you. I hope you can delete the indecent photos of the princess."

"I didn't expect you to work for the government." Irene Adler said regretfully, "But let's not talk about anything else. I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

"No." Sherlock replied coldly.

Erin paused and continued, "Maybe we can talk about deleting photos."

Sherlock frowned, this routine seemed familiar.

Just as he was dazed, Irene had already given the address to the driver, and then said, "As soon as possible, I think we all have things to do."

——Speaking of Irene Adler, in fact, this commission was mentioned by McCoff after the childish intelligence agent lying on the track when he visited 221b last time.

He still remembered the situation at that time, when the grocery store was bombed, Clara gave him an extremely abnormal look, and then walked away.When he got back upstairs, he was teased mercilessly by Mycroft.

"I thought you wouldn't have a woman you liked since the first grade of elementary school." Mycroft said sarcastically, "I didn't expect that you would have such feelings when you grow up, and you will be rejected by others..."

Sherlock glanced at him and said coldly: "I don't want to care about the intelligence officer."

McCoff paused, then changed his words: "Actually, that young lady's appearance is pretty good. When you stand together, it's not very surprising."

Sherlock smiled silently, and continued: "One size fits one size."

"Okay, then let's talk about women's cases—" Mycroft seemed to mention it casually, "The princess has recently gotten very close to an Internet celebrity, and I can't persuade you, I guess... "

He smiled: "I guess something will happen to her in a few days, and I'll trouble you to solve it then."

Then he came across Erin Adler's website.

Ok……

Among other things, he still has an impression of the name Irene Adler.

In the case of the pianist, the little freckled assistant who finally took all the blame with her strong words, had a row of tattoos on the back of her neck, and the content of the tattoo was the name, Irene Adler.

Originally, he planned to reject the non-existent case, but after seeing the name, he changed his mind.

Sherlock finally said to Mycroft: "I still don't want to settle the matter of the intelligence officer."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean, are you interested in Irene Adler?"

As he said that, Brother Holmes laughed instantly: "Are you still that Sherlock? Not only do you have someone you like, but now you are actually interested in another good-looking woman. I really want to doubt your emotional state."

Sherlock was still indifferent, watching him quietly and smiling.

Mycroft finally said: "But it's good, it's better than liking Dr. Watson."

"Hey..." Watson, who was lying innocently on the gun, said helplessly, "It's none of my business!"

"Oh, this rumor has not been a day or two, and Mrs. Hudson also thinks so."

Watson smiled: "That's not necessarily true. Mrs. Hudson likes Miss Cooper very much."

Recalling this paragraph, Sherlock found the empty seat between him and Irene, and there was a Clara Cooper who appeared out of thin air, looking at him angrily.

"You and I have known each other for more than a year, and you finally agreed to eat hot pot with me. You just met this woman for the first time, so why did you agree to date her!"

——Of course it wasn't the real Clara, it's just that he hadn't seen her for a long time, and Clara Cooper would pop up in his mind occasionally.

But after the "Clara" made a fuss, Sherlock remembered why he felt that Irene's routine seemed familiar. When he agreed to go to eat hot pot with Clara, what Clara said was-"You and I'm going on a date, and I'll just answer you a question honestly."

Erin's sentence "Maybe I can talk about deleting photos" is similar to Clara's words.

Thinking about it, the destination had already been reached, and Sherlock followed Irene out of the car, only to realize that this was not a restaurant at all, but an independent small bungalow.

Irene led the way, walked to the door, turned her head and smiled at him, quite coquettishly: "Welcome to my house."

The author has something to say: Calculate the time, it has been a while since I wrote the article, although it is only two or three months.

But when it comes to being a reader, it’s been a long time. I read other articles in Jinjiang. Since I’m also writing, I’m afraid of being taken over, so I seldom read them recently... Ahem, let’s get down to business, I’ve been chasing them recently An ancient Chinese essay, the author wrote quite well, but after setting up the anti-theft stamp, the reader said, "To prevent theft, I work harder than you write the article."

When I saw this sentence, my heart was cold, and I couldn't hold back and choked up a few words with that reader.Even if I am an outsider, let alone how the author himself will feel when he sees this kind of comment.

Hey... blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.I think my little angels are all great. Although there are some who have opinions on anti-theft, they can understand the author very well. There are also little angels who say that they are fattening. Although I don’t know how long they will be raised, they have not said that they will abandon the article anyway. ah~

So I was very touched, just a few more words from everyone, suddenly there was an impulse, I couldn’t help but want to thank the little angels who have been following me, although they have changed wave after wave, and there is basically no Orz from Chapter 1 to now ...

But yeah, I will work hard, I hope one day I can write better stories and keep more cute little angels~

There's a lot of nonsense today, but I love you all!