Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

A good one can put the real thing to shame!

Irene was about to speak, but stopped. Clara understood what she meant, and immediately said embarrassedly: "Oh, I was wrong just now. Your appearance is very perfect, Miss Adler."

Read wrong?How can it be!

Irene took a step forward, with a rather grandiose momentum: "Miss Cooper, I don't think you understand what I mean. No matter how capable you are, there are some things that you can't change once they happen."

"I mean." Irene seemed too lazy to talk to her again, "At least, you are no longer that Clara in Mr. Holmes' heart, do you understand?"

After finishing speaking, she left, her pace seemed to be out of breath.

Clara looked at the back of Irene Niaona leaving, and suddenly fell silent.

In fact, there is no need for Irene to tell her about this matter, she has felt it herself, since that encounter in the rain, she has clearly realized that she has done something wrong, and it is a done deal, no matter how much she tries to hide it, she can't escape it a question.

Besides, Clara Cooper was never one to shy away from responsibility.

But she originally dared to take responsibility only because there was no one or anything she could be attached to, but now, she dared to bear everyone's criticism, even if she went back to the ancient Greek era, someone pulled her out and stoned her to death. She can also do it without saying a word.

She could bear all the blame, moral or legal, without complaint, but she felt inexplicably afraid.

She didn't want to see Sherlock accusing her...

Because when Sherlock saw her again, his eyes must have been different from before.

The illusion she lived on would be exposed in such a naked way, and there was no way for her to save it.

"I can face everyone, but I don't want to face you."

She murmured, and the deep voice slowly echoed, like a small stone falling into the water, causing ripples, but it quickly returned to calm.

...But she still wanted to see Sherlock, just like before, she didn't run a grocery store smartly, she didn't expose herself to him, she just watched him secretly like before.

That's enough...

After all, if she never showed up, these things wouldn't have happened, and even if they did, she wouldn't have to suffer Sherlock's strange eyes on her, which she couldn't bear.

It's all because I love you so much... so I'm afraid, so I'm ashamed.

Is this reason too perfunctory?

In the end, the factory fell into silence. The two women with their own strengths left the stage, and the world was silent. A few minutes later, there was a person who had been hiding by the side. At this moment, there was no one around, so it was quiet to leave.

Now that she had spoken to this point, it was impossible for Clara to go back in peace, so she just found a place to sit down, and repeatedly watched the few text messages Sherlock sent her a few days ago.

"Where are you?"

"Clara, are you okay?"

"..."

The last ellipsis had an ambiguous meaning, and she really couldn't figure it out.

——If you can’t figure it out, just let it go!Clara thought about it, and threw the phone aside irritably, and simply looked at Irene's information again.

Speaking of which, how did she find out about Irene?

It was all because of the day the old lady died, before the apartment on that floor exploded, she saw not only Winslow, but also another woman through the window.

This woman is naturally Ms. Irene Adler, but she didn't think too much about it at the time. It was because of what she saw in the newspaper later. Although the media once pointed the finger at Sherlock Holmes, the fact is that the cause of the explosion was It turned out to be a gas leak.

Gas leak, is this reason familiar to you?

She immediately thought of the bombed grocery store.

The method is exactly the same, so it's no wonder she didn't doubt it. Thinking of Moriarty's text message that day - "I didn't do it", she couldn't help but sneer. It really wasn't him who did it, but there must be his acquiescence.

But since it had happened for so long, she didn't bother to pursue Moriarty, but the woman in front of her made her teeth itch with hatred.

No matter how you say the grocery store is her painstaking effort, this matter can't be better.

In the first few days, Clara spent almost all her life trying to find out who this woman was. Unfortunately, the other party did everything neatly, leaving no clues behind, and no one saw her.

Originally, the clue was cut off like this. She wanted to go and see Sherlock, but out of a conflicted psychology, she finally gave up looking for him. At this moment, she was lucky enough to think, what if Sherlock came to find her...

That's where "Lolita" comes in.

Unexpectedly, what followed was a series of surprises. When she watched Sherlock take "Lolita" away, she also saw a woman who forcibly took him away.

Coincidentally, some things just unfolded before her eyes.

Clara didn't want to think about it anymore, because the next thing was Sherlock's cold and stiff expression after knowing her relationship with Moriarty - she didn't even like to think about this scene.

In short, she dug three feet to dig out Irene Adler's information bit by bit, and it turned out... It was such a coincidence that she found one of her record collections, which was a duet sonata for cello and piano .

The performers of this record are exactly the two musician siblings of the "Sky Capriccio".

Perhaps her intuition was too accurate, and next, she took great pains to find the little freckled assistant who was imprisoned, but the other party was naturally tight-lipped and refused to say anything, but the string of tattoos on her neck exposed everything.

Clara realized that she had been targeted a long time ago.

This terrible woman really makes people shudder.

Irene Adler is not to be underestimated.

Unexpectedly, as a colleague, she should not be underestimated, and as a rival in love, she is still powerful.

Rival, rival, rival!

She was crazy with jealousy, it wasn't because of her various overtures that made her jealous, but more because of Sherlock's performance, even though she kept telling herself to be rational, after all, Sherlock wasn't so easy to fall in love with anyone. Someone who likes him, maybe he has another trick.

However, when facing a "rival in love", you basically bid farewell to the two things of reason and IQ.

Although Clara was very annoyed, she still found out that she was not reserved and smart when facing her sweetheart by comparing the two.

The restraint of love and the wisdom of love are really too difficult.

For this, anyone is.

The so-called feelings are all poison, once infected, you can't quit, and you will be happy with it, and you will get deeper and deeper.

The person who was getting deeper and deeper hadn't passed such a decadent energy before receiving a text message from Mr. Holmes. Clara turned on the phone tremblingly, and the moment she saw the text message, her whole body froze.

"Irene said she met you...then I hope you can meet me too."

She felt cold from her fingers to her heart.I had to smile wryly... Why did I feel like I had become an ex before I started anything?

But since all such text messages came, she had no choice but to keep the appointment.

What should come will always come, and avoidance is not a long-term solution.

……

Today's 221b is too exciting.

This was the first thought that came to Watson's mind when he saw Clara.

Unable to hold back, he quietly sent a text message to Sherlock——

"The ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend visited back and forth, how do you feel?"

Sherlock glanced at him, and led Clara upstairs with an indifferent expression. After a while, he replied a text message——

"I invited you here. I have some private matters to talk about, so don't disturb."

That sure won't bother...

Watson sat downstairs waiting with Nancy in his arms, and Mrs. Hudson also had a sad face.

"It's a pity..." She shook her head and sighed, "I still like Clara more... Sigh."

Me too, Watson thought, but that was for the innocent Clara of old, not for the executioner who used to point the gun at the old lady.

Nancy dozed leisurely in his arms, curled up softly, as if she didn't know anything about what happened outside.

They waited for a long time, and the voice upstairs became louder and louder. Clara's voice was sharp and piercing, as if she had been greatly wronged. The atmosphere downstairs was heavy, and they were all waiting for the final "judgment".

——If the people downstairs are suffering so much, one can imagine the situation upstairs.

Time passed by, and the quarrel upstairs did not stop.

It was already dark outside, Mrs. Hudson got up and turned on the light, and poured two glasses of water, but after thinking about it, she still didn't serve it, and Watson remained silent.

I don't know how much time passed, but the voice upstairs finally became quieter.

Suddenly there was another loud slamming door, and Clara came out with tears still on her face. Looking at this scene, it seemed that she was the one who was betrayed, and Sherlock was the one with bad character.

Sherlock's voice came down from upstairs, and it was as cold as ice: "Clara Cooper, I don't care what kind of person you are, but I don't like your hypocritical kindness."

Clara paused, looking down, unable to see her expression.

Sherlock continued: "If you are a bad person, please be frank and bad, and don't talk about other hypocrisy in front of me, that's not what I want to hear."

He finally sarcastically said: "I think what you said should also be very tiring."

Clara was silent for a long time, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice. It could be heard that she had been so hoarse just now, extremely angry and disappointed: "You are not Sherlock, you are not Sherlock Holmes."

——Finally said it.

Watson was inexplicably relieved. He had been troubled all day, and finally someone said this.

Clara left, and the door of 221b rang.

Sherlock entered the room, and the door to the upstairs room slammed again.

With two bangs, it seemed that two people had been shot dead just like that.

The author has something to say: This is a mime, hoarse but silent.

Next, enter the last case of this book...