Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Sherlock exclaimed softly from his throat: "Oh..."

"Sherlock, it's not what you think—"

"What am I thinking?" Sherlock lowered his head and smiled at the eager Clara, "Sorry to bother you, but it's really cold outside, I don't know if I can..."

He tilted his head as a gesture, and Clara immediately stepped aside.

After Sherlock came in, he took off his coat and scarf and handed it to Clara, as if he was at home, and politely shook hands with Winslow, who had been in shock for a long time: "Nice to meet you, Winslow gentlemen."

"Hello, uh—I don't know your last name?" Winslow immediately came back to his senses, and shook back in an extremely gentlemanly manner.

"Me?" Sherlock showed a subtle smile, "Holmes, Sherlock Holmes."

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Winslow smiled, and glanced at Clara who was still in pain while holding her coat, "Mr. Holmes, how do you know me?"

Sherlock also looked at Clara: "I know that Clara has a lawyer boyfriend named Winslow. Will he change again?" The second half of the sentence is for Clara.

Sure enough, there was still a misunderstanding, and Clara looked hopeless.

Facing Sherlock's alienated and indifferent eyes, Clara slowly thought of giving up—she didn't really want to be with him anyway, since her image was ruined like this, there was no need Continuing to be shy and hot, this paralyzed x is cold... After more than a year of nonsense, Clara finally intends to give up this way.

Sherlock also noticed Clara's flickering eyes, and the last expression that was obviously too lazy to explain, and a place in his heart seemed to be scratched gently.

Seeing Clara and other opposite sex look at each other affectionately, Rao Winslow has decided to let go, let Clara and Louise be together happily, but still can't help but feel unhappy-you can like the same sex, but you can't Seeing someone of the opposite sex other than me.So Winslow coughed lightly, interrupting the eye contact between the two who were about to spark.

"It's still the same Winslow," Clara said to Sherlock, looking at the clock on the wall, and said calmly, "Guys, it's already a quarter past eleven in the evening. I want to rest. You can do it yourself." .”

As he said that, he was about to enter the back room, then he paused, turned his head back, and asked doubtfully, "Sherlock, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Excuse me, I've already checked out the house of the corgi couple. Mrs. Hudson told me that I can move in tomorrow." Sherlock replied.

"Oh, congratulations..." Clara turned her head to look at Winslow again, and it was self-evident to see off the guests.

The latter got a little crazy, and Clara turned back to the frosty Clara!Frustrated, Winslow untied the apron under Clara's gaze, and said, "Then I'll go back first, there is soup in the kitchen, you can turn it off first, and have it for tomorrow's breakfast." The tone was quite aggrieved.

Clara nodded heartily, without any disturbance in her heart: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Winslow, and be careful on the way back. Merry Christmas."

Winslow replied dryly: "Merry Christmas." Then, under the urging of Clara's eyes, he took his coat and hat, opened the door and left, and Clara's hair stood on end with a resentful look before closing the door.

Sherlock noticed the lady's unusualness and her bad mood, and finally realized that some of his previous words had hurt Miss Cooper's heart, so he asked for something: "Talk to me about him, Clara."

Clara leaned against the door, pulled out a cigarette from nowhere and stuffed it into her mouth. While puffing, her eyes were blurred and dangerous, as if she was about to pounce on someone's neck in the next second.

"As you can see, boyfriend," Clara replied.

"I've never seen a girlfriend call her boyfriend's last name during a relationship." Sherlock immediately exposed her.

"Why be so aggressive, dear detective," she squinted at the calm Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa, "Secrets make women more feminine." She approached slowly, with blue smoke spraying on both sides as she spoke. In the middle of the person, this face inexplicably added hazy beauty, but the gray eyes made her whole person extra dangerous and alluring.

Then Clara thought of something, lowered her face, turned her head, and said angrily: "I almost forgot, you are not interested in literature, and you must not have read Detective Conan..."

"What?" Sherlock said, "Didn't you just fuck?"

"No, I'm just—" imitating an attractive woman in it.But before the second half of the sentence was finished, Sherlock interrupted.

"Actually, it was quite good just now," Sherlock said, "the atmosphere was good, and it was more successful than any previous time."

"Is it...?" Clara was a little confused.

Sherlock nodded, waved the cigarette away from her face, then took the cigarette out of her hand and crushed it out in the delicate black glass ashtray.The fingertips lightly touched the back of her hand. The temperature of the fingers was much higher than that of Clara, and it gave Clara a strange burning sensation.

"Good night," Sherlock smiled at her, "Merry Christmas." As soon as the words fell, the wall clock on the wall rang.

The timing was just right, not a second was wasted.

Delicate flowers——

It really is Christmas! ! !

No wonder Sherlock is indifferent to her teasing, it turns out that he himself is a master of the game, if he doesn't make a move, he will die, if he makes a move, he will die!

Fortunately, she is the only one in the "one piece" here.

Clara finally fell asleep with excitement, forgetting that she had decided to give up this tough ice cube 10 minutes earlier.If she were a cat, Sherlock would be a walking cat teaser, irresistible catnip, as long as he wanted to, he could exude the temperament of "come and tease me" all over his body.

Bright bubbles are easy to hide, but dark teasers are hard to guard against.

Probably because of being too excited, Clara dreamed of Sherlock at night. The detective sat on her sofa and stubbed out the cigarette for her. His fingers were white and warm, his smile was as distant as before, but his eyes were full of affection. Then he said ——

"Cat, how can you smoke?"

She wanted to answer, but her mouth turned into meowing...

"Meow~"

...That's right, that's the sound.

"Meow meow meow!"

The heart-piercing meow pulled Clara out of the dream, she opened her eyes in a daze and followed the source of the sound, and there was a small group of fuzzy unknown objects stuck in the window of the inner room.

She fell asleep?

"Meow!"

...Uh, this cry doesn't seem to be fake.

Clara jumped up and walked to the window. The sky outside was hazy and bright, and she couldn't see what this unknown object was, so she reached out and turned on the small lamp on the table, and what she saw was a tail with soaring hairs, buttocks. Facing her, he leaned his head out of the window, and his body was pressed under the thick glass window. Through the glass, he could see a small dried fish dropped on the window sill near the kitten's mouth.

Oh——she just said how she ate her snacks so fast recently!It turned out that there was a customer who came to "patronize" her small shop every night, and ran away after taking the goods, and the most important thing was that she didn't pay!How dare you come to her place without paying?You're very brave!

The kitten is a little thin, and its gray striped fur is also dirty. It is probably a stray cat.Although he was asleep, this little guy was really good at it. He had succeeded so many times, but she had never noticed it...

Clara pinched its soft pads, causing it to meow again.

With the kitten stuck, Clara lifted its tail directly, confirmed the customer's gender, and then began to scratch the lady's meat pads.

"Miss, do you know what will happen to you if you don't pay for your purchases in our store?" She said sullenly.

The cat squirmed like crazy, but Nai He couldn't move at all.

Clara snorted, saw her rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, and was about to rub her out, and dragged her back again. After going back and forth, the kitten finally lay down on the window sill exhausted, probably hungry, and started eating in this position The small dried fish that was stolen from her mouth looked like "you can do whatever you want, I'm a dead body". This behavior made Clara angry and funny.

"Have you had fun," Sherlock heard, his voice came from behind Clara, "Clara Schrödinger Cooper?"

"Don't think I don't know Schrödinger," Clara shot back, "a scientist in quantum physics." Speaking of which, I have to thank Dr. Cooper from the other side of the ocean. At some point, she would probably foolishly ask "Who is Schrödinger"...

Seeing that the dried fish was almost finished, Clara carried her into the house, and found dried fish and milk and poured them in a small bowl in front of her. The kitten was not happy at first, and waited until Clara Lala lost her patience, got up to wash her hands and stopped looking at her, only then did she timidly go forward to enjoy the rations given by the proprietress.

When Clara came out of the back room, the kitten was gnawing on the dried fish, making "purr purr" sounds from time to time, and looked very happy anyway.Clara was relieved to go out, and opened the window before leaving, so that the kitten would not be stuck when it left.

It was another morning like this, one of the two read the newspaper and the other sorted the letters, but the breakfast in front of them was much richer than last time. After all, it was prepared by Lawyer Winslow, and the corn chowder made last night was delicious. , Winslow's cooking skills are perfect!The bread I made this morning is toasting well, uh, full marks for the toaster!

As for Clara putting the bread in and taking it out, tsk...she can round it up and ignore it.

After Sherlock finished his meal, he gave a slight signal to Clara, and went to Mrs. Hudson's house with big bags and small bags. Clara looked at his back, and deeply hoped that he could start a new life this time—ah, no, uh, I hope he can live a good life—it doesn't seem right...

Struggling with words, Clara picked up the newspaper he had left on the dining table.Yo, the Ripper is in the headlines again?Let's see what this frightening murderer did again...

Uh--

"The stupidest Ripper in history: he was restrained by the victim on the spot when he committed the crime, crying and claiming that he was forced to do nothing."

Clara: "..."

How did Sherlock describe him two days ago?

Hmm...stupid.Don't tell me, it's really the case!

The author has something to say: The Ripper: All the ancestral signs of our old family are in your hands!