Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Before Irene went up to the third floor, she saw a woman leaning against the door and smiling at her, as if she had been waiting for her for a long time.At least the following conclusions can be drawn.

Clara knew that Irene often came here; Clara investigated her secretly, and she didn't know; Clara understood her hint-the taxi she took before wandered around here three times.

In any case, the lady in front of me is not easy to provoke.

She has also been warned by Moriarty before, Clara Cooper, who is good at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and his behavior is often unpredictable.

But no matter how unpredictable she is, it is what others say, and everything depends on one's own personal experience.

"We finally meet." Irene also smiled at her, stepped forward, and extended her right hand to her, "I've heard you for a long time, Miss Clara Cooper."

Clara paused, then dropped the gun in her hand on the ground, held her hand calmly, and replied, "Hello, Miss Adler."

When she saw her take out a gun from behind, Irene's expression was a little bit bad. It is said that Clara doesn't like killing people, and now she is carrying a gun. Is this posture planning to fight her to the death here?

But what does it mean she threw the gun away now?

Just trying to scare her?

How can it be!

——However, Clara's original intention was to frighten Irene.

The smile on Clara's face was decent and distant: "Miss Adler, I wonder why you invited me here?"

Irene raised her eyebrows. She didn't ask Clara. It was Clara who showed her feet. She thought that the other party had something to say, such as crawling up to the dining table to swear sovereignty like that little wild cat.

"I thought you'd have something to say to me," Erin said with a smile as she stepped inside, "That's why I asked you to come here." Regardless of whether Clara has anything to say, the current situation is , since she appeared, she couldn't easily let her go back.

Clara continued to circle around without delay, and said directly: "Miss Adler, since you said so, I have to say a few words."

Clara looked a little worried: "Mr. Moriarty hasn't contacted me for several days. I seem to have been left behind by him. Now the grocery store is bombed..." She looked at Ai meaningfully. Lin, continued, "He sent you here again, I don't understand, have I become a good-for-nothing?"

Irene couldn't help laughing out loud: "When did you make a good move?"

"I don't dare to play a good game," Clara said with a smile, "at least it's smooth sailing, and it didn't cause any trouble for Mr. Moriarty, did it?"

"Ms. Cooper..." Irene said bluntly, "I don't know if you are pretending to be stupid or really stupid, but do you think Moriarty will really believe you?"

Clara said in astonishment, "Why don't you believe me!"

"The acting is very good," Irene admired. "It's as good as Mr. Holmes, but I think you should be better. After all, he was deceived by you, didn't you?"

At the mention of Sherlock, Clara's expression finally showed a trace of unnaturalness, and Irene immediately pursued the victory: "Ms. Cooper, there is something I think you may not be clear about—"

She paused, and continued: "Sherlock already knows about you, and you know what I'm referring to, which is your relationship with Mr. Moriarty."

When she said this, Clara really laughed, and didn't know how to answer Irene Adler.she does not know?How could she not know!She has been following Sherlock secretly these days, and she knows everything about the two of them, including the fact that Sherlock locked himself in the room for several days without going out.

Also the little thoughtful things Sherlock did for her.

"With all due respect, Clara Cooper—oh, maybe you don't have that name yet," Irene said coldly, "You asked just now, didn't Moriarty believe you...I have to tell you, With your behavior, who do you expect to believe you now? Perhaps Louise who is dying in the hospital? She is the only one."

Clara didn't speak, and listened to her continue.

"I forgot, Miss Louise had an operation, you must know that, she is waiting to get married with Winslow after passing through the dangerous period, Clara, maybe you will disappear from here Not necessarily in her life."

It was said like a curse.

Irene's tone was still flat: "Look at your position, Miss Cooper, now I think that Moriarty hasn't contacted you for a long time, has it? Have you ever thought that maybe you are not only in Moriarty's eyes? Became an abandoned child, and in the organization you admire...maybe also be expelled."

Irene looked at Clara, who smiled without saying a word, with no waves in her eyes.

So she decided to say something Clara cared about: "Mr. Sherlock Holmes' attitude seems to think you are a contemptible liar."

"At least Watson is like this," Irene continued. "You know, between friends, some points of view are always similar to some extent, aren't they? So, Clara, you are in Sherlock's eyes. He's also an outcast."

Someone's expression finally cooled down.

"I have a very good time with Mr. Holmes," Irene continued, with an elegant gesture and a gentle tone. "He is very considerate to me. Thank you for teaching him how to love someone."

"Impossible." Only for this matter, Clara left a firm word.

"How is it impossible?" Irene raised her eyebrows, "I think you put down that cute kitten from the second floor during dinner today, then you should know how considerate Sherlock is to me—"

"I mean," Clara relaxed and said softly, "I can't teach Sherlock how to love someone, after all, I don't know how to love others myself."

Irene was puzzled by this sentence. Is there any point in her entanglement with this kind of question?

"You can say what you want, Miss Cooper." Irene continued, "In short, I want to tell you that I have checked your past, and the childish and despicable methods you used have harmed this internationally renowned detective. Mister won't help at all, please get out of the way, my sister will teach you a lesson."

"But--"

"Clara, you're a liar after all," Irene interrupted, sighing, "You can't express who you really are, all you're showing is imitation, unskilled imitation, which makes you It looks very ugly, like a clown dancing on stage, it is a fake after all."

Irene smiled and said: "This sentence not only refers to your ridiculous sex methods, but also refers to your various behaviors that have no logic."

"You—" Clara frowned, but hesitated to speak.

"Hush..." Erin interrupted her, "Please let me finish, Miss Cooper, please stop pretending, I think you should know what you mean by running out in such a hurry, you are jealous Now, you are jealous, you think that your hard work for so long is not as effective as a talented person in a few days, don't you?"

Clara paused, remained silent for a while, and said frankly: "I admit this, I'm jealous."

Not only was she jealous, she was madly jealous.

Why can this woman sit on the dining table laid by Sherlock, why can this woman come in and out of 221b at will, why can she use this posture to talk to her about "how to pursue a Mr. Detective", why?What qualifications does she have?

Even though she disagrees with what Irene said above, she is willing to admit it frankly, because it is indeed the truth.

"It's not bad to be jealous, Miss Cooper," Irene smiled, as if looking at a student, "go to practice for a few more years, childish agent."

"I don't know if I should say something..." Clara looked a little serious, her eyes avoiding Irene's face.

Irene was naturally willing to hear her thoughts on being the loser, so she nodded reservedly: "Of course, Miss Cooper, but my time is very tight, please try to be as concise as possible."

"You have veggies in your teeth."

Irene: "........."

This is indeed very concise, but Irene just wants to rush to the door at this moment, pick up the gun she dropped on the ground just now, and after loading it, aim it at her head. Now she has learned what is called Clara. "unpredictable".

Shit!

Clara watched with satisfaction as Irene pursed her lips. It seemed that this sentence was enough to make her shut up for a while.

Irene interrupted her several times when she wanted to speak. Clara simply let her mind go and pondered for a while, and then this sentence came out in a shocking manner.

It's really not to blame for her vulgar speech, after all, on such an important occasion, she couldn't get in the way, so she had to find another way.

"It's interesting that you mentioned a few things, Miss Adler." Clara maintained a kind smile, "First of all, you said that I have become an outcast in their eyes, I have to tell you that this is That's my dream, I'd love them all to throw me out of the city of London like a piece of shit."

Erin looked a little ugly.

"However..." Clara was quite humble, "At present, some of my jobs are still unreplaceable, so I'm afraid it's a little too early to mention 'abandoned'."

"Secondly, the so-called fakes and buffoons, oh my god," Clara said with a very sad expression, "If this is really the case, then I have indeed been shameless until now, but guess what—"

Clara put away her smile, and her tone became colder: "Clara Cooper, as you said, this is not my name, it's just a code name converted from a number, but so what, what can I do with a name? How? There is only one me in this world, no matter who I am, there is only one me in this world.”

"I can be whoever I like, and if you call that a fake and a buffoon, then I tell you, please listen, Miss Adler."

Clara sneered: "Even if I am willing to be a fake, then I have the ability to shame the real thing."

The author has something to say: So what's the point of distinguishing fakes from genuine ones.

My old lady's world view is, don't talk nonsense,

——The one who excels is the king.