Baker Street Charterers

The interview was scheduled for the afternoon, so after asking for leave with Mr. Hawke, Nora returned to Baker Street awkwardly in a black dress, and met the unanimous attention of the tenants.

She stroked her hair to keep herself calm, "Are you stunned by my beauty, guys?"

Holmes' response: "Hahahaha—"

Watson disagreed with his opinion. He looked at her softly for a few seconds, and finally nodded, "It's very beautiful. It probably costs a lot of money, right?"

In life, the two have maintained some consistency.

Mrs. Hudson hugged her in surprise, "Honey, look, our Nora is still very beautiful in a dress."

Nora accepted their heartfelt praise with a smile, straightened her long hair that was slightly disheveled by the wind, sat on the sofa, raised her chin, glanced at Holmes, and said vindictively, "Dear Sherlock , Did you find the answer to the riddle I gave you yesterday?"

"..."

Holmes put down the newspaper, cleared his throat, and remained calm. "You have to understand that the more difficult the riddle, the longer it will take to solve it."

"Oh, come on, Sherlock." Watson was usually ridiculed, but at this moment, seeing the opportunity, he couldn't help mocking, exposing, and fell on the chair laughing, "Admit it, Holmes, who is good at reasoning and observation, also has him." When you're helpless."

After finishing speaking, he winked his eyes at Nora, full of approval, "Nice job, my dear."

Nora smiled subtly.

"I think this question is completely unsolvable." Holmes protested dissatisfiedly, "'What is the longest word in the world?'—I think it is iosis, but you refute me, so tell me, what is the so-called correctness?" What is the answer, if you can convince me, then I am also willing to gamble - I will never complain about Mrs. Hudson's cooking in the future."

The landlady's face darkened.

Watson watched the two people's daily fight with great interest, and almost rolled over his chair laughing.

Nora tidied up the hem of the skirt she bought with a lot of money in a slow manner, raised her long eyebrows, "Okay, Sherlock who refuses to admit defeat, are you ready for your 'delicious' dinner tonight?"

Mrs. Hudson snorted coldly. Holmes didn't take it seriously. He straightened his body and his eyes sparkled.

"It's unbelievable that Mr. Detective spent the whole night without finding the answer to such a simple question." Nora taunted back happily, and Watson almost applauded her, "The longest word—of course it is smiles —God bless, that's why you can't see that the s's are separated by a mile!"

Holmes was stunned, and then he immediately yelled in dissatisfaction, "Nonsense! This is simply a trick, it makes no sense!"

Holmes's rare hopping appearance pleased everyone in the room, and Watson laughed loudly, "Oh, okay, Sherlock, please respect a lady's opinion, you-lose-." The pronunciation of the last sentence is particularly long and profound.

Holmes, who had read more than a dozen dictionaries for the answer, stood up angrily and accused Nora of being irresponsible, "No, I have not lost, Watson, truth has nothing to do with gender—don't expect I have acted out of character because of this - muddle through!"

"Since you are not convinced, why not ask another riddle." Nora said slowly, "May I ask you, in this world, what is higher than the sky?"

At the moment when everyone subconsciously fell into contemplation, Nora gave the answer with a gentle smile, "Of course it is the heart of Mr. Sherlock Holmes..."

Watson: "Pfft ha ha ha ha ha——"

Mrs. Hudson: "Hehehehe—"

Holmes, who was ridiculed on his face, was not angry, but snorted coldly, raised his voice, and emphasized, "I have to say again, Miss Nora Sharp's ability to control language is not inferior to those critics in the tabloids."

"It's a pity that I don't have a camera in my hand." Watson said happily, "otherwise I should have filmed this scene - the calm, rational, intelligent and unmortal Sherlock Holmes, being irritated by a lady Don't choose words, barely use words to divert our attention."

Holmes' eyebrows twitched.

"Okay, this very pleasant discussion is over." Nora heard a knock on the door from downstairs, stood up, walked towards the door, and moved her face that was slightly stiff from holding back a smile Muscles in his chest, he smiled and opened the door.

There are two people standing at the door, a man and a woman, they should be reporters from the "London Star" - a man dressed conservatively and looking serious is holding an old-fashioned camera in his hand, but unexpectedly the reporter who is interviewing is a woman, Smooth brown shawl curly hair, wearing a fashionable skirt, a pair of sharp light blue eyes, a shrewd smile on his face, and a warm and lively voice, "You must be that Miss Nora Sharp, sure enough An elegant beauty."

Nora paused for a moment—no one had ever told her that the reporter was a woman, and as far as she knew, few women in this era were able to engage in such cutting-edge careers involving a wide range of information.Fortunately, she reacted immediately, nodded, and welcomed them into the room, "Come in, this..."

"I'm Mary White, and this is my partner, Neil Pais." The female reporter immediately spoke tactfully.

"Miss White, Mr. Pace." Nora smiled slightly.

When he went upstairs, Watson had already returned to his room. He probably couldn't wait to record "The Daily Life of Sherlock Holmes", and the protagonist of the daily life was sitting on his sofa with an elegant posture and a leisurely expression. Continue reading the newspaper , It seems that I didn't see the visit of the newspaper reporter.

Mary White's face lit up when she saw Holmes. Unlike the Sherlock that Nora was familiar with, Holmes's rational arrogance made people who knew of his existence and tried to approach him go crazy. In addition to interviewing Nora, I came with the idea of ​​digging out a little bit of tabloid gossip that everyone likes.Fortunately, she was not stupid, and she didn't want to arouse the opponent's disgust. After suppressing the excitement, she pretended to be calm and insinuated, "This gentleman is your partner, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, right?"

Nora served them well-made black tea and desserts, as if she didn't notice her carefulness, she said gently, "Yes."

"Then Mr. John Watson..."

"He is working on the most important creation in his life." Nora said without changing her face. "Mr. Watson is not only an excellent military doctor, but also has great interest and talent in literature."

Mary White winked, and her partner quickly delivered the message and recorded it.

Nora pretended not to see this scene, and invited the two of them to sit down on the chair, and then glanced at Holmes suspiciously. The latter was still sitting there leisurely, with no intention of avoiding it.

However, this move was in line with Miss Reporter's wish. She couldn't wait to speak after she sat down, "May I ask Miss Nora Sharp, did you live with Sherlock Holmes and Mr. John Watson voluntarily?"

"..." Nora stared straight ahead calmly, "I'm sorry, Miss White, this is not considered voluntary or not. Mrs. Hudson is the landlord of this room, and we? We met together purely by coincidence. We share interests."

This high-sounding official answer obviously couldn't satisfy the female reporter's curiosity. Her sharp eyes rolled around on Holmes, and then she returned to Nora's face, showing a meaningful smile, "So... so live In a room, as a lady, Miss Sharp should inevitably feel...um...inconvenient?"

Nora smiled, "Inconvenient? No, not at all. In fact, they respect me very much, they are full of humility, and they are very qualified gentlemen." At this point, she raised her eyebrows pretending to be puzzled, "I'm sorry Miss White, Are we doing a gossip topic now, or a celebrity page?"

Nora's ever-increasing number of venomous tongues made the reporter, who was always smooth-tongued, at a loss for words. She paused for a moment, and finally restrained herself from the signs of "I'm very interested in your private life" almost written on her face. He said in a more euphemistic but essentially the same tone, "Well... I apologize for my recklessness. But Miss Nora Sharp, readers are very eager to know, as the little-known 'Three Bitches in London' 'One of the only women, as far as I know you are an assistant in a private practice, how do you handle this relationship?"

The most straightforward translation is, as a woman, how can she manage to deal smoothly between two different men at the same time?

This Miss Mary White is really reckless not to be a paparazzi.

This topic made Holmes, who had been sitting upright beside him like a mountain, twitched his fingers.

The seemingly tactful but sharp question brought Nora a surprised expression, "Zhou Xuan? Oh, Miss White, as expected, you are also a woman, but you are doing a man's job. How do you deal with your family?" And between work?"

Mary White was taken aback, "How did you..." How did you know she was married?

Nora expressed her doubts as she wished, "How do you want me to know that you are married? It's very simple, although you try your best to hide the news - trendy hairstyles and clothes, empty ring fingers, soft lipstick and Keep your maiden name. But you probably overlooked that the color of your clothes seems too dull for a real unmarried woman, and the skin around the ring finger where the ring originally wore the ring is fairer than other places. Lips of this color are always pursed lips subconsciously - I guess you may have a child of four or five years old, boy, very naughty, he left a small shallow patch on the back of your skirt above the knee Handprints... Oh, children, they are always the most innocent and lovely."

Holmes turned the page of the paper.

Mary White... the woman whose real name was Mary Pace stared at her for a while, and finally said in a sighing tone, "I took offense, Miss Sharp, you are indeed a caring and respectable woman."

"And you are a very lucky and happy woman." Nora said with a smile, "After all, finding a husband who loves you and is willing to accommodate you is a difficult thing that can only be met."

The silent man behind Mary showed her a gentle and tolerant smile.