Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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

her home?Directly led him home?

"Clara" behind her complained again: "Don't go!"

"Investigating the case, don't make trouble." Sherlock murmured.

Erin blinked in confusion: "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"Please don't mind," he smiled, "I'm talking to myself."

Irene seemed a little puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it. She just opened the door for him and walked in first. Sherlock followed her, and secretly wrote down the house number. Send the address to your partner.

As soon as Sherlock entered, he saw exquisite and sumptuous food on the table. It seemed that the other party did not just pass by Baker Street by chance, but came prepared and planned to "invite" him to dinner.

Sherlock collected his thoughts and asked, "How did you intend to 'invite' me?"

"Oh, I have a lot of skills, such as knocking you unconscious and carrying you into the car." Irene smiled, "I just didn't expect you to come to my door in the end."

While talking, the two had already sat down, and the atmosphere in the room was very good, as if a couple were dating.

But Sherlock Sherlock Holmes didn't seem to buy into the beauty's careful planning, and said straight to the point: "Give me those photos."

Irene said softly: "What's the rush? You don't want to know anything else? For example, why I went to find you."

Sherlock replied coldly, "No."

Erin: "..."

This person is the topic terminator!

Irene gritted her teeth and stopped hiding. She decided to say something that surprised him, so she leaned back on the chair with a cold look: "Mr. Holmes, I want to talk to you about one of your stories." acquaintance."

Sherlock smiled, "Okay."

Such a blunt answer made Irene inexplicably feel like he was caught by him, but when he looked carefully, the other side's face remained unchanged, and it didn't seem like he already knew what she was going to say.

Leaving aside this strangeness, Irene said: "This acquaintance may not know me..."

Sherlock was silent, listening to her continue.

"But it's not a big problem, after all, whether she knows me or not, it doesn't prevent me from knowing her secret." Irene continued, "I think this secret is what you have always been curious about, that is——who is she? ?”

Enough has been sold, Irene observed Sherlock's expression on the opposite side, and the other side frowned slightly, obviously showing some signs, it seems that the time has come.

So Irene said frankly: "She is, the proprietress of the grocery store, Clara Cooper, that liar."

How come this word is so unpleasant when it comes out of someone else's mouth...

"I'm not lying to you..." Irene smiled, "Guess what, I have evidence, and there are more than one."

……

Watson arrived at the door of Irene's house, thinking that since this is a case, it is obviously not appropriate for him to go in so directly, so he sent a text message and asked, "I'm here, right at the door, how do I get in? Do you want to call the police?"

Watching the text message sent, Watson took advantage of his spare time to observe the door frame quite formally at the door, only to see half of the pillar from top to bottom, and the door suddenly opened.

Watson was taken aback: "You—Sherlock, why is it you!"

The other party gave him a strange look, and then said, "Why can't it be me, and what are you doing?"

"I'm observing—" He glanced into the room and found a lady wearing Sherlock's long trench coat, the collarbone can be seen above, and the empty calves can be seen below...

Tsk, what is this, afterward?

Watson looked gloomy: "Is this the case?"

The latter seemed to be in a bad mood, so he didn't say much to him, and let him in. After Watson came in, he looked at the ambiguity in the room and said with a complicated mood: "I thought you liked Clara... ..."

In exchange for these words, Sherlock gave him a cold look, as if what he was referring to was not Clara Cooper, but some heinous criminal—but his character, even if he was a criminal, Sherlock would not give him such a look .

Irene appeared just right at this moment, smiled at Watson, stretched out a hand and introduced, "Hello, Dr. Watson, I'm Irene Adler."

Watson paused, but still shook hands with her.

Irene went on to introduce: "I just expressed my love to Sherlock, and she is currently his current girlfriend."

What, what?

Watson was stunned for a while, then turned around, and said dumbly, "I thought you liked Clara..."

Sherlock pursed his lips, he didn't look like he just fell in love, but he just fell out of love.

Watson simply ignored the calm woman in front of him, and couldn't help asking directly, "Sherlock, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly..."

Sherlock didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just walked to the table, picked up the envelope bag on the table, and handed it to Watson.

Watson reached out to take it, and looked at Sherlock suspiciously, while the lady next to him remained silent, tasting the wine gracefully.

The envelope bag is a bit hard, judging by the feel, it should be a photo or a postcard or something, as soon as he opened the envelope, a few photos slipped out, it seems that someone has seen the test just now, and you can vaguely see the person in the photo, Probably the proprietress who disappeared for several days.

So he took it out.

The first photo was taken in a Chinese restaurant, Clara was sitting by the window, facing Yao Sulin...uh, crying, Clara looked at her, frowning fiercely, Watson had never seen Clara showing her face This expression seems to have encountered something bitter and bitter.

The next photo was taken on a busy street, and in the middle was Clara Cooper, with a hurried expression, as if she saw something, and Watson realized that the street looked familiar, and after a closer look, it turned out to be the one in Chinatown. There are many lucky cat shops... and Clara came out of it, looking flustered, and the reason is unknown...

The next photo is very dark and not very clear, but it can be roughly distinguished that a long-haired lady stabbed a man's hand with a knife. The dark liquid thing next to it, I don't know what it is, just It can be said... Looking at this scene, it is probably blood.Although the woman's dressing style is very white-collar, looking at her back, she can vaguely recognize that this is Clara Cooper.

Watson frowned, then scrolled down.

Clara was talking to a young man in a cafe. She seemed a little scared, her lips were tightly pressed, and there was a bag in front of her, while the person opposite her only showed his back.

Next, the two of them strolled along the streets of Baker Street like lovers, with Clara walking ahead arrogantly, followed by the young man who had done something wrong——

No no no, wait a minute, isn't this man Moriarty!Although it is not a suit and leather shoes, this is Moriarty!

Watson didn't know what to say anymore, there were still a lot of photos in the back, and he wasn't interested in reading any more...

The next photo was actually taken from 221b. Clara was standing at the door of the basement with a bag in her hands, wearing light gloves, and was taking out a pair of sneakers——

He is very familiar with this pair of shoes... Sherlock also asked him to analyze this pair of shoes.

Speaking of which, he saw the garbage bag in Clara's hand that day, which was [-]% similar to the one in this photo. Did she do it?

Thinking of Clara's calm performance when he asked what the bag was for, and her kind smile afterwards, Watson felt innocent for the first time, and was actually deceived by her!

Those pictures after that...

Clara and Moriarty entered a building together.

Clara and Moriarty stand on the roof.

Clara pointed a gun at a room.

——It was a very familiar house, the house where the old lady "killed" by Sherlock lived.

She was the one who killed it...

What else can I say, maybe once or twice is a coincidence, are so many photos all coincidences?Being with Moriarty is also a coincidence?Is it also a coincidence that she keeps the teenager's sneakers in the basement?Is it a coincidence that the sniper gun was pointed at the old lady's house?

Watson took a deep breath, organized the photos, and put them back in the envelope bag with the same movements as Sherlock who had just seen these photos.

He was silent for a while, feeling very tired, but he thought, maybe Sherlock was even more tired.

"Then how did you get these photos?" Watson asked, holding back his anger.

Irene shrugged and was about to take off her coat. Watson subconsciously avoided her eyes, but saw that she was wearing a tight black dress underneath. She smiled and took out her phone from her chest: "It's not just Carat La Cooper's secrets, mine and many others' secrets, are here."

"Impossible," said Watson.

Irene glanced at someone sitting beside him silently. According to the information, he should be a person who loves to show off, isn't he?Why is she sitting quietly beside her now, watching her partner's reasoning flourish?

Watson continued: "How could you keep such an important thing with you, this phone must be fake."

Eileen paused, curled her lips, and then threw the phone aside: "So you can see that I'm lying to you, no wonder Mr. Detective would rather agree to associate with me than take out the phone."

"You fucked him?" Watson couldn't help it. "I've only seen Clara do that—"

He paused, lowered his head and said, "Clara...she's a liar."

Watson immediately felt a gaze from the side, and he looked back. Sherlock's expression immediately made him raise his voice: "What do you mean by that look! Did I say something wrong! Isn't she a liar! "

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, and silently looked at the old book he had put in his pocket, that "Lolita", nestled quietly in his hand, reminding him of his trip to America.

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a low voice, "...Yes, she is a liar."

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah if I have a manuscript, I will definitely send out all the parts from here to the end one day! ! ! !It must be very cool to watch coherently! ! !

However, I did not save Orz

The feeling of the first day of the university is... I guess I have to learn the constitution class by myself Orz

In other words, I heard that those who read fellows like to read the text, hahahahahahahahahahab Ben is actually climbing the plot seriously! ! !

But I have to admit, writing dramas is cool!

Cough cough, here is a small vote...

Regarding the next article, I have three ideas,

The first one is Mo Niang's silly, white and sweet little whore article, which frees herself to stay away from the foreshadowing and hints of the plot.

The second one is Orz, the [-]-year-old co-worker of Bankrupt Sisters...

The third one is an article I conceived since the beginning of August. It has a surprising brain hole, a complete world view, and an absolute plot flow... er, it can barely be regarded as a fan. (This article took a lot of thought, it will definitely be opened, it’s just a matter of time 233333)

I will open whichever you want to see first ^_^

Come, come, give me an order! 123, 321 let's go!