Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Irene followed him all the time, and after seeing him holding the piece of waste paper, her expression changed from surprise to anger in just a few seconds.

To make him show such an expression, one can imagine where this piece of paper came from.

Sherlock put the paper back into his pocket and turned around in a daze - it was really hard to see him like this, but he quickly regained his composure, waved at the corner of the street, and waited for the taxi to arrive.

Irene didn't let him go somewhere he didn't know, and got into the car quickly before he could react, and didn't ask him anything, just sat beside him obediently, Sherlock looked at her One glance, cold eyes can kill.

"Please, go to that hospital..." Sherlock quickly reported the name of a hospital, and then added with extreme concern, "As soon as possible, thank you."

thanks?

This is the first time.

Irene didn't have time to tease him, because Sherlock's current expression was really not suitable for teasing.

What was written on that piece of paper?

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

No, of course not!He is a best friend!

He's just a best friend...

Does he need friends?Yes, he needs to.From Dr. Watson, he really saw that, yes, he needs a friend, not just a friend, but a best friend.

Watson is a resolute and upright person. Judging from his personality, I am afraid that he has never been sorry to anyone in his life. He is gentle and honest. He not only cares about the weakest people around him, but even Mr. Can handle it well.

He is never stingy with complimenting anyone, because he always agrees with others from the bottom of his heart.

He is sympathetic to the flaws of others and encourages their uniqueness.

——When Sherlock was criticized by others a few days ago, after Clara Cooper left him, Watson always comforted him gently and accompanied him. This kind gentleman regarded him as a close friend, and Xia Locke is also willing to introduce him as a confidant. Maybe his way and performance are not very good, but that is what John Watson deserves.

Sherlock covered his face, covering his sad brows and eyes, and only let out a long sigh.

These thoughts of his are very much like John Watson's eulogy.

Erin asked gently at the right time: "What's wrong?"

"You're right..." Sherlock still covered his brows and eyes, his tone was low and slow, "It's really her that John went to see."

He didn't even want to mention the woman's name.

Irene paused, her brows furrowed: "Then Dr. Watson—"

"I...don't know." His voice was a little lower, almost choking.

There was silence in the car, and it ran slowly and quickly to the hospital mentioned in Clara's paper.

It's a crazy world - good people get no rewards, and bad people get what they want.

After all, the hospital arrived, and the hustle and bustle around him was deafening. He only walked towards the front desk of the hospital with his long legs. He rushed there again quickly.

It's not over yet.

Dr. Watson was being rescued in the emergency room. When he arrived, the doctor just opened the door and walked in. So, Watson and he arrived at the hospital almost at the same time.

push the time--

He didn't go in when he passed by the grocery store just now. If he had gone in, he might have caught Clara Cooper, but that cunning woman had found someone similar to her to divert his attention. , let him skip the grocery store directly, and then a piece of paper forced him to the hospital. Only after he calmed down at this moment, did he discover the flaws in all this.

Clara was probably hiding in that damn grocery store, staring at his panicked look and sneering.

After about a few hours, Irene stayed with him in the hospital, watching Sherlock sitting on the stool, meditating with his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but his brows never relaxed.

Then the doctor finally came out.

Hearing what they said, Sherlock quickly changed into the isolation clothes and went in. Irene stood outside the door and looked at him. Sherlock stood in front of the bed and looked at the person on the bed. He stood there for a while without moving.Erin glanced at the electronic instruments again, blinked, and left the hospital.

Dr. Watson was indeed dead.

Clara Cooper really nailed it, and it was... well done.

The fine weather in London heralds rising temperatures and summer is approaching, but things are not looking good.

Mr. Holmes hasn't come out since he called back to 221b, and he refused to see any guests, regardless of whether it was necessary or not.

This time no one complained about the gentleman.

Clara once said that if you were asked to compose the music for Betty White who was endangered by pedophilia, you would definitely not be able to write well.The implication is that his feelings are weak.

But now, he puts all his talents on this piece of music.

Low and lonely, like weeping, every note is in memory of a close friend.

This violin wandered alone for many days.

Clara listened for many days in the newly rebuilt grocery store.

No one would have guessed that she was so courageous that she never left Baker Street at all, and just stayed in that grocery store without showing her face, showing no trace of anyone's life.

This is her forte.

She only used the computer to communicate with Moriarty, and the rest of the time she listened to the sad violin music from 221b. When she was fascinated by it, she even wrote lyrics for the music.

Watson's blog was quiet, but all kinds of comments came rushing in. As one of the loyal readers of the blog, Clara was in an unimaginably complicated mood at the moment.

Then she waited, waiting for Moriarty's instructions.

The idea she gave Moriarty was not complicated, even very mentally handicapped, but on the contrary, such a simple and rough straight punch made it more difficult to parry.

First of all, she thought, Mr. Moriarty likes to stand in the light and lead the way for the darkness, so he needs a wider space, instead of living in disguise like this.

This had been confirmed, as she had thought, since Mr. Moriarty had no objection to her proposal.

Next, Sherlock Holmes, as the old enemy chosen by Moriarty, his talent is admired by Moriarty, but Moriarty did not get so mad that he would never die with him, he prefers to treat this gentleman as a Pastime, now that I am a little tired of pastime, it is time to get rid of him.

But with Moriarty's style - he would never kill with his own hands, he was willing to hide behind the crowd and use every small link to manipulate others to do it, so he would not let Sherlock Holmes die so easily.

In order to pay enough respect to the great Mr. Holmes, he must hope to give this "myth" a beautiful ending.

Clara tried to figure out his psychology, and proposed a plan that very catered to his wishes.

——Destroy Mr. Sherlock Holmes layer by layer, from his reputation, to his best friends, to his heart, and finally his life.

If the plan is successful, the whole world will watch how he goes to death step by step.

This is absolutely the best tribute.

So, Clara's whole plan is - she wiped out all the evidence that directly points to Moriarty in these hundreds of cases. In fact, she has already done it, and the indirect evidence points to Sherlock Holmes.

In this way, Moriarty not only completely cleansed, but also discredited Holmes.

Mr. Moriarty liked her proposal very much, and said—

"I want to make it more interesting," he said cheerfully. "Holmes needs Moriarty to be buried with him, doesn't he? So let Moriarty be buried with him."

Then he told Clara that he was going to plot a big show, and asked her to enjoy it quietly for a while.

Of course she was happy and leisurely, so she quietly waited for the so-called "big show" here.

"Meow~"

A soft cry brought her back to her thoughts, Clara looked towards the source of the sound, but could only see a pair of glowing eyes at the door, probably Nancy...

Clara relaxed, and looked down, only to realize that her hand was unconsciously on the gun, not only that, she even loaded the bullet unconsciously.

Isn't Nancy in 221b?Why are you back...

Clara was thinking, watching a little tabby cat walking in the dark, dexterously jumped onto the counter, then paced to her side, gently rubbing against her palm.

Also, in 221b, Nancy must have been raised by Watson, Sherlock would not do such a thankless thing, and Nancy is obviously closer to Watson, Clara scratched her head with a smile , only to find that she was fat again, it seems that Watson took good care of her.

It's just that he's gone now.

That's right, Nancy came back from a stroll just because Watson was gone. Mrs. Hudson wiped her tears all day and all night, and no one played with her. She walked upstairs carefully, only to find that the tall man He has been playing the violin with his eyes closed, his fingers are even stained with blood, and the strings of the violin have been stained dark red.

Of course, when Sherlock saw her, he would still lower his body and touch her, but the smell of blood made her very uncomfortable, so she took a light bite of Sherlock.

——Sherlock's sullen face almost made her a specimen.

Only then did she remember that she still had a home not far from here, and the kitten wandered back to the grocery store like this.

Clara didn't know her history, but she was always happy to see her, but there was more nostalgia and melancholy in this happiness, and even a little irony.

See how innocently and lovingly she used to raise a little wild cat, and even treated her as her own baby.

This behavior is outrageously stupid, almost the same mentality as that third-rate agent Winslow.

Her smile became colder and colder, and Nancy quickly realized that something was wrong with her, and she immediately stopped staying by her side. Her hair was all tied up, her tail was raised high, and her four paws took a few steps back one by one, guarding her. He glanced at the former master carefully, and then fled away abruptly.

Not only that, she actually got out from the crack of the door again.

Clara said with emotion that when she first met Nancy, she had envied Nancy's keen intuition, and she still envied her now.

The little wild cat probably didn't know that he had saved his life.

But I heard that cats have nine lives, so it must be okay to lose one.

Where Nancy went after that, Clara didn't know. Of course, she didn't want to know any more. She just continued to wait quietly for what Moriarty called "the big show".

The sound of violins on Baker Street finally subsided for a while. During this period of time, the whole of London was in a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, but this atmosphere had a kind of calm before the storm. Get ready to be part of the drama with a wide-open stage.

In fact, Moriarty later renamed the scene a fairy tale.

Clara still survived in the darkness of the grocery store, relying on Moriarty to send various people to bring some food to her. This day was quite comfortable, she was recharging her energy, and even her voice was weak. alright.

Then, on an unremarkable morning, after Clara woke up, she stared at the open skylight as usual, and when the dark blue sky slowly became brighter, a few rays of morning light seeped in. Her eyes were sore, she turned her gaze away and turned on the computer.

The first few hours were as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Then, almost instantly, the reversal began, and London's vaunted security system was breached by a provocateur named Moriarty.

Clara raised her eyebrows—seriously speaking, this was the first time Moriarty was in the public eye.

Then the message Moriarty left for everyone brought Mr. Detective, who had been silent for many days, onto the stage again.

——HELLO, BAKERSREET.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Yueli for mine~

Some time ago, everyone’s landmines were so good~

Because I was too busy at that time, I didn’t thank QAQ one by one, sorry, but all of them are okay O(∩_∩)O~