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The two walked side by side on the street. Holmes was wearing that simple top hat with dark colors, and Nora was wearing that expensive black elegant dress. If it wasn't for the sweet smile on the lady's face, the two would Looks very right.

Holmes is not a talkative person, and Nora is not in the mood to chat. The two walked in silence until Holmes seemed to have thought of something, and finally said, "As of the end of this month, we seem to be We've known each other for almost a year."

Nora was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant by saying this, and after thinking for a few seconds, she replied cautiously, "...Probably so, you have a really good memory."

Holmes coughed in a low voice, "There is no doubt about it."

"..." The atmosphere stagnated again.

He turned his head to look at Nora. The other side's face was sideways, and his emerald green pupils looked very calm. Noticing his gaze, Nora also turned his head and frowned slightly, "Holmes?"

This title made him obviously very dissatisfied. He paused for a few seconds, stared at her with some doubts, some uneasiness but forced himself to be calm and reserved, and said in a low voice, "...I don't understand, Nora, Are you... angry?"

"No." Nora answered quickly.

Holmes was quite sure at the moment. "You are angry," he said, and then frowned in great perplexity. "Why? Because I refused your request to leave this afternoon?"

"..." Nora took a deep breath, "No."

Holmes was even more puzzled, "Then...the day before yesterday I didn't agree to lend you the copy of "The Man Who Makes Benevolence"?"

"……Do not."

What Holmes wanted to say, Nora immediately stopped him, "Don't guess, in fact, I'm not angry, I just..."

She paused for a moment, and was also a little dazed, "I'm just... probably because I'm tired from work."

"You may resign from that job," said Holmes at once. "I need you to help me find more difficult cases."

"You need me?" Nora frowned.

"Yes." Holmes said without hesitation, "You, and Watson, we are the best partners, aren't we?"

"...Well, good partner." Nora smiled, and then changed the topic, "It's a pity that I can't promise you to quit your job."

"Why?" Holmes looked directly at her. "If you are worried about salary, I can introduce you..."

"Mr. Hawk's salary is very good, and he is very tolerant to me. Resigning is not a good choice." Nora shook her head, "And I like this job very much. I have free time and I like it. It's hard to find Hawke. Such a good boss, Mr.

Holmes raised his eyebrows, "If I remember correctly, it seems that I am also one of your bosses, and Miss Sharp, who accepts the salary, is passively slowing down her work."

"..." Nora looked at him speechlessly, "Holmes, what exactly do you want to say?"

"First, as a friend, I allow you to call me Sherlock—please accept this honor, because not everyone will be recognized for this right." Holmes raised his head slightly arrogantly, and said slowly, "Second, competent Miss Nora Sharp, although one pound is only half of two pounds, it seems that you don't even pay half the time for my work. I strongly urge you to take this part-time job seriously. A dead body is more significant and richer."

Nora's eyebrows twitched again.

"What about the third one?" She tried her best to be patient.

"Third?" Holmes was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled gracefully. "That's all for now. If I think of it later, I will tell you."

After a pause, he spoke again, "So what's your opinion?"

"My opinion?" Nora twitched the corners of her mouth strangely, then stopped, turned around, and said word by word with a very serious and solemn expression, "My opinion is——Sherlock Never, Holmes, have I agreed more with what the tabloids have said of you - defiant, insolent. Add to that a personal comment: your emotional intelligence is touching."

After finishing speaking, facing Sherlock's slightly sluggish face, she bowed and saluted, her tone was flat, "I don't think we will be on the way, goodbye, the boss who gave me a different kind of honor—Sherlock Holmes."

……

Nora's destination is the famous London shopping street, Jermyn Street. As soon as she walked to the intersection, she saw a beautiful lady with a slender figure and a black gauze bowler hat. Her red lips and deep eyes were very conspicuous. , Men and women passing by couldn't help but cast amazing glances.

The beauty stood at the crossroads and looked at her beautiful face. In a blink of an eye, she saw the expressionless Nora. She covered her lips in surprise, her eyes were watery, passionate and beautiful, and she smiled and said, "Oh, look at this black face, who is it? Offended our Sayuri Nora again?"

"Don't mention it." Nora showed an unbearable expression, "Aren't you going to buy clothes, let's go."

"You bastard." Amanda scolded, "I have a lot of clothes. Ask the ladies in London, which clothes from Apollina Tailors are not more beautiful and exquisite than the ones here."

"Oh." Nora nodded, and then wondered, "Then why did you call me out?"

Amanda poked her on the head with her sharp nails, "Girl who is stubborn, I've been busy in the store, so I asked you to come out to relax?"

Nora squinted at her. "Are you sure you're here to relax, not to hide from some nagging ex-boyfriend?"

Amanda gave a heart-wrenching chuckle, "Honey, I just said that you really suit my appetite, you see, you don't need to say anything, you can see through my lies at a glance, you are as famous as Sherlock Female detective."

Nora's face darkened again when she heard a bad word. Amanda was keenly aware of her changes, raised her delicately depicted eyebrows, and took her hand, as if she would never give up without asking. "Say, did you guys have a fight?"

"No."

"Little girl, I have been among men for more than ten years, so don't try to get away with it."

Nora snorted coldly, "Arguing? Do you think there is a chance of winning a quarrel with Sherlock Holmes? Would I do such a waste of time and energy?"

"That's not what you said on your face." Amanda was in high spirits, her long watery eyes filled with the desire to gossip, "Let me guess what Holmes did to make you angry again, is it ?"

"I don't understand the meaning of 'again'." Nora was calm.

"Come on, no one will not hate Sherlock wherever he goes." Amanda said the true thoughts in almost everyone's heart, and even Nora couldn't refute this point of view at all, "I'm just curious, you always Good temper, since you can tolerate Sherlock like that, what inexcusable stupid thing did he do to make our Sayuri furious?"

Nora was expressionless, "You think too much."

"I won't be fooled." Amanda snorted softly, "I guess it's the little scandal in that newspaper, right?"

Nora looked up.

"It seems that I guessed it right." Amanda's eyes lit up. "Then, Sherlock Holmes, who has always been incomprehensible and can make countless girls cry with a single word, has embarrassed you in person, right?"

"...I think the profession of journalist will be more suitable for you. You should consider it and suggest it sincerely."

Amanda touched her face and replied proudly, "Of course it's not good for a woman to show her face in public. If I do a man's work, countless women and men will end up starving on the streets."

"..."

"Let's get down to business, dear, have you really never considered Sherlock?"

Nora was taken aback, "Why do everyone ask this, how much hatred do you have with me? Does Sherlock Holmes look like a husband worth entrusting for life?"

"Not at all." Amanda denied decisively, and then commented, "But you don't look like a good wife who can honestly stay at home and raise children to serve her husband."

"..." Nora continued to look at the sky.

"In a way, you are a match made in heaven." Amanda couldn't help laughing, "Hey, dear, tell me the truth, do you really have no feelings for Sherlock Holmes?"