Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Clara Cooper bet right.

Dear Mr. Moriarty is not quite a lunatic, he enjoys standing in the midst of panicked crowds and manipulating panic, and is happy to stand in the light and lead the way for the dark if it is possible.

As crazy as the idea is, there are rules to follow anyway.

In fact, Mr. Moriarty wanted to destroy the light, and Clara finally realized it exhausted physically and mentally.

She also admits that her light has been utterly, utterly, utterly gone.

She is bathed in sunshine, but the darkness in her eyes and heart is rich, vast and insurmountable.

Clara paced leisurely on the main road north of Baker Street, surrounded by crowds of people. On the newspapers in the newsstand, the headlines were all about the great achievements of "Mr. Broken Love".

He is brave but ruthless, and one after another difficult and miscellaneous cases come before him and he can only bow his head and surrender.Fans of Mr. Holmes are all over the streets, and there are always people who intentionally or unintentionally stroll to the door of the apartment at 221b Baker Street.

As the saying goes, if the mountain is not high, there will be a dragon, and the housing prices on Baker Street are actually several figures higher.

——Her small grocery store is always contacted by someone to buy.

Clara deleted the text messages, and looked at these people whose eyes were full of hope and anticipation, and suddenly laughed. Have the forgetful people forgotten?But half a month ago, this gentleman was just a detective with mixed reputation, because in that fatal game, the old lady she personally killed, and thanks to Irene Adler, the entire floor of the apartment Everyone died, and such a stain was so forgotten.

Sure enough, it was much easier to destroy him than to protect him.

Clara thought, and then saw a familiar car driving into Baker Street. She stood at the intersection of the T-junction. As expected, a curvaceous lady got out of the car and entered 221b.

Miss Irene visits too often.

Presumably their current relationship must be like glue.

Clara was expressionless, but her goal was not these two, her goal was the doctor.

……

Admitting that, as Clara said, Irene Adler's visit frequency is too high, which even made Holmes' best friend feel a little annoyed by it. It's not that Dr. Watson doesn't like Sherlock's love, but all this seems too strange.

He once thought about what Sherlock would be like after falling in love, but unfortunately, he thought about many possibilities, but he never thought that it would be like this.

Of course, there is nothing strange about Mr. Holmes himself. He still has a cold expression and active and clear thinking.

But this picture looks too strange.

These two people can probably be said to be in a period of love...

It just doesn't look like it at all, Irene's caring seems fake, Sherlock's caring from time to time seems deliberate, both of them seem to be acting, the behavior between ordinary men and women in love is not normal at all between them .

But if it's another person—if it's the proprietress who cares about Sherlock while he's thinking, if it's Sherlock's inadvertent consideration for Clara, then this picture is still very beautiful when you think about it.

Although Watson didn't want to admit it, it was over and Sherlock himself didn't seem to mind at all, and his mind was completely calm.

At this time, if you think about it again, you will find that Clara Cooper's identity is exposed too strangely.

First, her grocery store was bombed, and then she appeared at the scene of the deadly game, and then Miss Adler, who appeared out of nowhere, took out a stack of "physical evidence" to convict Clara of the crime. It was settled, and then Clara suddenly visited 221b, and she and Sherlock seemed to have a big fight.

Then it was even more strange, the performance of these two people was too strange.

If Sherlock was cheated, and cheated so thoroughly, why didn't he become angry?Although this situation sounds unlikely to happen, the reaction of embarrassment and anger is obviously more suitable for him.

Not to mention Clara's reaction, she seemed to have been greatly wronged, as if she was the one who was cheated, and the last sentence she said when she left - "You are not Sherlock Holmes" ...

It's all so weird.

Nancy jumped from his feet to his lap. These days, even though the owner was not around, this little wild cat seemed to be happy. Watson held her in his arms and weighed her, only to find that the little guy was heavy again. up.

Nancy...

Watson felt that he seemed to be in a panic, he thought maybe this is a situation, Sherlock and Clara are plotting something, everything is fake, they are still so good, no quarrel, no murder, no Irene Adler.

Otherwise, why didn't the proprietress take Nancy with her when she left?

Watson laughed at himself, he seemed to be overly optimistic.

He thought it was unreasonable, just because of his understanding of the original characters of the two, saying that all this happened was unreasonable, but in fact, people will change. Since his relationship with Clara has become better, Sherlock The changes are obvious to all.

And Clara...if she really was a liar, then what's the point of faking her personality?

Miss Irene was opposite him, Little Apple, dignified and reserved, not at all homely--Watson was stunned, and smiled wryly, he seemed to be too strict with Irene, and no matter how you looked at it, it was like a mother-in-law picking a daughter-in-law , he really cared about Sherlock.

However, the reason why Clara is not demanding is probably a preconceived notion. After all, Miss Cooper has been with Mr. Holmes for a long time before him.

Come to think of it, this is probably the reason why he always compares Irene and Clara.

Perhaps he should be more genial?

——In fact, this adjective is also very similar to describing mother-in-law.

Watson smiled, and said to Irene who was peeling apples seriously: "If you need help—"

Irene was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Oh, thank you..."

Watson took her apple and fruit knife, and began to peel the apple seriously. The peel was connected in a string without interruption, and the flesh of the apple was exposed little by little.

Irene looked at it quite seriously, as if she was studying.

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them, meaning unclear, then lowered his head and continued to look at the things under the microscope.

It's a pity that before the apple was cut, Watson's cell phone rang, and it was a text message notification tone.He smiled apologetically at Irene, then returned the apple and knife to her, and took out the cell phone from his pocket.

Then he paused.

Holmes, who was clearly looking at the microscope seriously, immediately noticed Dr. Watson's momentary stiffness.

Then he saw the doctor get up from the sofa, hesitated a few times, and said, "Uh...I have something to do, uh, things in the clinic, I'll go out first."

His eyes flicked past Sherlock's quickly, and he walked straight to the door.

These small actions and performances... Tsk, they are far worse than someone else.

Sherlock paused, then looked down at the microscope.

Of course, Irene also noticed Watson's movements. She glanced at Mr. Holmes who was staring at the microscope. She was peeling an apple neatly and said softly, "Is Dr. Watson lying..."

"YES."

Irene raised her eyebrows, cut off a piece of flesh and put it in her mouth, chuckled: "Are you not interested?"

"NO."

Erin said provocatively: "What if the person looking for her is Clara Cooper? Are you not worried?"

She was full of worry, but kept her eyes on Sherlock, and continued, "That's a dangerous person..."

This made him frown uncomfortably.

……

After Watson came out of 221b, he walked straight to the corner of the street, feeling extremely complicated.

The person who sent the text message was indeed Clara Cooper, and he didn't say too much. He just said "I'm at the grocery store", and he just came over. After calming down, he had to say that he really couldn't hate Clara.

In my impression, the proprietress who is a bit clever and silly is friendly.

He wanted to ask Clara Cooper something, so he came over, unsuspecting, after all, she was the proprietress.

——Should it be said that Clara is really good at deception, because of her excellent acting skills, even if the other party knew that she had a life in her hand, she still came here naively.

Clara was sitting in the grocery store, watching a man with a gentle temperament coming from 221b. Isn't the man a soldier? Fortunately, she was fully prepared to "greet" him.

So the facts tell us that you must always be vigilant against your friends who are full of lies.

When Watson walked into the grocery store, he found that the atmosphere was not right. The proprietress was still sitting behind the counter as before, but this time the difference was that the usual warm and magical little shop was now empty, and only the proprietress was sitting here calmly.

He finally wanted to scold himself for being stupid.

The first time he saw Clara, he began to resent his rashness, after all, she was a murderer!

Although Clara's whole person can't be counted as a different person, it is enough.

She squinted her eyes slightly, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and gave him a sideways glance. She was behind the counter and could only see her upper body.

Clara gave a lazy smile.

Then her arms slowly came up.

"Clara!" Watson yelled at her abruptly, and this yell finally made the lazy woman turn around and face him, and opened her eyes, waiting for his words.

Watson was about to step back a little bit, but suddenly felt something pressed against his waist. His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he looked at Clara with a mocking expression.

"Why are you so naive..." Clara said coldly, complaining.

Without her reminding, Watson finally discovered his innocence.

Now he believes.

——Clara is a murderer, she and Sherlock have completely separated, she is a complete liar.

Watson watched her arms slowly rise, as if she could hear the sound of death passing by in her ears, and a lot of the past was passing by in front of her eyes in an instant. .

"Who the hell are you?" he finally asked the question.

Clara paused for a long time, so long that Watson's fear faded a bit, and she put her arm down again, as if thinking seriously about his question, then tilted her head and chuckled: "You want to know?"

There was gnashing of teeth in Watson's voice——

"Yes, yes, I want to know, who are you?"

Clara seemed to appreciate the question, and in short she seemed in the mood to explain it to Watson.

"I'm an agent trained by an organization," Clara smiled. "It doesn't seem like that's enough...I'm a little double agent."

Then she paused, and then shook her head: "It seems that it's not enough, um... I'm still an orphan, a first-rate sniper, a... well, someone who took a lot of lives on his hands, whether good or bad, I'll do it if necessary."

This string of self-confessed statements made Dr. Watson finally give up.

Watson smiled, his tone full of disappointment: "Anyway, it's not the proprietress of this grocery store, is it?"

These words seemed to bring back fond memories in her. Watson saw Clara sitting in the dark and smiled, a ray of sunlight cast down the open skylight, dust in the air danced in the sunlight, she watched Sunny, pale, her expression was nostalgic and sad, this humane emotion finally made her look like a normal person.

Clara said: "You know, I once had a dream of freedom, and I thought the grocer's wife was very nice, but then I found out that once you get involved in some things, you can't leave them. You must have a deep understanding of this, John. "

These words seem to be spoken from the heart.

Watson is willing to listen to her to find reasons for her mistakes. As long as she gives reasons, even if it is because someone behind her forced her to do it with a gun to her head, he will sympathize with her.

It's just that Clara obviously didn't intend to say more, but just stared blankly at the sunshine outside. After several minutes, he heard the people behind him stomping their feet and making a sound that interrupted Clara's meditation before she returned. God, set your sights on the darkness again.

Then Clara raised her arm, and just as Watson was about to close his eyes and wait for the death penalty, he saw Clara took out a glass of water and took a sip, and then coughed violently.

She waved her hand, with some difficulty: "I didn't have a good throat a few days ago, sorry."

Watson didn't say a word, looking at this rather decadent lady agent, in fact, if you look at it from the perspective of the danger he is in now, Clara has obviously lost a lot of weight, and looks very weak, not at all like before. Such a healthy and lively look.

It's just that life is hanging by a thread at this moment, who cares about the murderer's physical condition when he is free.

Clara rested her throat, and it was a little hoarse when she spoke again, which made her voice sound harsh.

"Do you have any questions?" Clara was quite kind, "Maybe I can answer them for you while you can still ask."

anymore question?

He did have a question, but he didn't know if Clara knew about it... So he said in a strange way: "Do you know who Irene Adler is from?"

This question made Clara laugh out loud. After laughing a few times, she coughed violently. It took a while for her to recover, and said in a rather sarcasm tone, "I know why you asked this question."

Clara's tone was as harsh as her voice.

"You must be worried about Sherlock, aren't you?" She smiled, and said hoarsely, "I gotta tell you, he's really miserable, because he's messing with normal people."

She paused, then said with a smile: "But it also makes sense, after all, he is not a normal person himself."

Watson was stunned: "What do you mean—"

"Don't you think I'm similar to Irene?" Clara smiled silently. "Using the proud words of that lady, I'm a fake? What does she mean..."

Only then did Watson realize how many wolves, tigers and leopards were lurking around his best friend.

"Sherlock has indeed been provoking some strange people," Clara continued. "You probably don't know what happened near Baker Street, killer... killer."

Clara said coldly, "They're all here for Sherlock, hired to find a beautiful diamond."

"what?!"

Clara smiled: "Forget it, it's useless to talk too much, goodbye, John."

Watson's eyes widened in disbelief, but he saw a cold gun pointing at him. The man with the gun had a lazy face, and his eyes were full of fearlessness.

The word "empty" is his last comment on others.

Then he had a pain in his left chest, and he felt fluid coming out of his chest, and it started to get cold from his fingers and toes. He didn't know how many seconds this process took, but he thought it was probably very short, because the wait was very long for him. After a long time, I realized that I was slowly falling backwards, and then fell into a warm embrace.

He still had an impression, and looked up at the other party. It turned out to be a beautiful blonde woman with a helpless expression. Watson heard a gentle voice, which seemed to come from her mouth.

"You're wasting too much time... I'm not afraid of being discovered by Holmes..."

"I……"

He could no longer hear the sound that followed.

Death is an extremely long and extremely fast process.

……

Watson had been out for half an hour.

Sherlock glanced at the wall clock on the wall, pursed his lips, put the experimental equipment aside, and walked out with long legs. Irene, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, glanced at the fast-paced Mr. Detective, and smiled. Get up and follow him slowly.

The reporter at the gate of 221b had long had a long memory, and found that Mr. Detective was really hard to catch, so they all slipped away to eat at this meal time.

After Sherlock came out of the door, before enjoying this rare peace, he subconsciously looked towards the corner of the street, and saw a familiar figure, wearing a long black skirt and long black hair, as if he was attending some kind of memorial service.

He ran towards the figure.

Don't let him discover anything he shouldn't!

Thinking of this, he ran behind her and pulled her violently. When the other person turned around, he realized that it was a completely different face.

—Not Clara?

He frowned, the other party broke away from his hand, looked at him several times vigilantly, and immediately left at a faster pace.

Sherlock frowned, and before he could react, he suddenly found a piece of paper at his feet.

He knelt down and picked up the piece of paper. The first thing he saw was a string of addresses of the hospital, and then another line of writing below it.

"Unintentional Mr. Holmes, have you ever felt the feeling of saying goodbye to your best friend?"

Power through the paper back.

Clara Cooper!

However, she has already left at this moment, and she is still walking in the sun, carrying a blood debt all over her body.Moriarty said he didn't trust her enough and wished she could do more to prove her sincerity.

The "little request" he made was to solve Sherlock's best friend, Mr. John Watson.

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