Baker Street Charterers

Mycroft's visit this time raised the so-called "m incident" to a new level.

The most obvious change is that they will subconsciously pay attention to all the unusual behaviors of passers-by every time they travel, but most of them prove in the end that they are just false alarms, which makes both Nora and Holmes feel a little tired. She warmly invited them to come to her new home to spend this Christmas with him and Mary, and Nora agreed without hesitation. As for Holmes' opinion, he just brought his own violin and a packaged Mystery gift.

"What's in it?" Nora kept staring at the packing box while walking on the road.

Holmes stuffed it into his coat pocket calmly, "It's something you won't need for the time being."

Nora tightened his collar to prevent the cold wind from blowing in, and was very dissatisfied, "What about my Christmas present, you used to fool me with violin music every Christmas."

Holmes felt very unbelievable and deeply distressed by this, "Stupid? Don't you think that an exquisite and beautiful violin piece is the greatest reward and comfort for your one-year work?"

"For example, the song 'Girl Wandering Under the Street Lamp'?" Nora snorted, and then looked over curiously, "To be honest, this reminds me, you created this song yourself, right? , so who is that 'girl' Sherlock?"

Holmes looked forward normally, and didn't seem to hear what she said.

"Oh, Xiali." Nora jumped in front of him with a big stride, hopping around on tiptoe and dangling in front of his eyes, "Your trick has long been useless, frankly, forgive me, Sherlock!"

"A melody composed at will, a name written at will." Holmes finally couldn't bear her behavior that seemed almost childish to him, and said perfunctorily.

Nora raised her eyebrows, full of doubts, "I would believe it if someone said that, but you? Sherlock Holmes never does things without reason-do I know that girl? Is she beautiful? Compared with me? "

This question made Holmes stop temporarily. He looked her up and down sharply for a while, and then raised his brows, "Why do you know this?"

Nora froze for a moment, "We are good friends, Xiali, shouldn't good friends share all the happy and sad things? Besides—" she leaned over gossipingly, and whispered, "I've never seen you In contact with other girls, is she one of the clients?"

"No," retorted Holmes curtly.

Nora's eyes lit up, "So there really is such a girl? So what does she look like? Tall, short, fat, thin? What's her family background? She must be very smart, she can impress you, and even wrote a violin piece for her... ..."

Holmes showed a meaningful smile, and said slowly, "Pretty?... Probably passable. As for family background, it is rare to find someone who is more pitiful than her. Is she smart... Ha, at least in my opinion, she is still It has admirable merits."

"Ah..." Nora was stunned again, and looked up into his eyes suspiciously, "...Are you lying to me?"

Holmes seemed in a good mood, and even asked her, "Why?"

"Because Watson said, there is no girl smarter than me in your eyes." Nora said confidently.

Speaking of this, she suddenly froze, her eyes widened, and she suddenly realized, "...Sherlock?! Tell me frankly, is this girl really me?"

"...here we are." Holmes looked up and saw the familiar house number, knocked on the door immediately, and raised his voice, "Watson!"

"..." Nora could only swallow the question she was about to speak angrily.

It didn't take long for the door to be opened, and Watson, who hadn't seen him for a long time, appeared behind him, and immediately gave him and Nora a big hug, and the smile on his face couldn't stop, "Welcome! Welcome, Nora, Sherlock! Come in, dinner is almost ready!"

Holmes glanced at him. "You have gained four pounds, Doctor."

Watson's smile froze, and he touched his nose depressingly, "It's obviously three and a half pounds!"

"Four pounds." Holmes could not doubt it.

"..." Nora sighed, "This is really the most meaningful conversation in the New Year."

Watson laughed loudly, "You haven't changed at all, come on in, guys, Mary has been talking about you to me all the time."

After getting married, Watson seemed to be living a very good life. Christmas gifts and celebration items were piled up everywhere in his home, and a strong smell of black tea wafted throughout the house.There is also a small and spacious garden at the back of the house, planted with common flowers and trees in England. Mary has taken care of them very well, and the evergreens seem to be thriving.

Watson invited them to sit down in the living room and poured them freshly brewed hot tea. Mary came out wearing a long dress at home, and gave Nora a warm hug. She smiled and said, "How are you doing recently?" , my dear, I really sympathize with what happened to you."

"If your encounter refers to walking with Holmes," Nora laughed, "then yes, I live a very dangerous and interesting life every day."

"This is the right life," Holmes emphasized. "Look at Watson, the dull marriage has smoothed out his former edges and corners—God, he has gained four pounds!"

"...Actually, you don't need to bring up this fact again." Watson was helpless. This was the most common state he and Holmes got along with. "Besides, my marriage is very happy!"

"Long time no see, Sherlock is still the same." Mary concluded.

"Equally annoying," Nora added.

Holmes, who was besieged by the crowd, glanced condescendingly at these stupid mortals, and finally decided to ignore their rebuttals, which were purely out of inferiority, and calmly sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and drank tea.

"Oh right." Nora suddenly remembered something, and looked over with bright eyes, "Sherlock brought you a gift!"

Watson was taken aback, "A gift?"

"Now I can't wait to take it apart," Mary said with great dignity.

Holmes proudly took out the small gift box from his pocket and handed it to Watson, "I think Mary needs this."

Nora and Watson immediately moved over. Mary opened the box dumbfounded, took a look, and then froze for a moment, "Oh... Sherlock!"

Nora took a closer look, and there was only a note inside, with a line of big characters written in bold English on it: Precautions for Pregnant Women.Below are densely packed small characters.

pregnant?

"How did you know that Mary was pregnant?" Watson was shocked. Originally, he planned to tell them the good news during dinner.

"Has marriage degraded your already rare detective cells?" Holmes was dissatisfied, "You never invited us to any holidays including Easter, but Christmas, which you thought you would spend alone, was brought here. Greeting cards and invitations, isn’t it because something good has happened? Is there anything that makes a married man happier than when his wife is pregnant?”

Watson exclaimed, "You are right, this is really a precious gift, thank you so much, Sherlock."

"It's nothing." Holmes raised his eyebrows. "I just had an acquaintance in gynecology copy them down for me, without any trouble."

Everyone, "..."

"Actually, there is no need to say the last sentence at all." Nora reminded tactfully.

"That is the truth," retorted Holmes.

Watson raised his forehead, "Mary, go and see how long it will take for dinner."

Mary smiled slightly, "Let's talk, my dear." Then she paused, "Having said that, thank you for your kindness, Sherlock."

The person concerned raised his chin proudly.

After Mary left, Nora couldn't wait to ask for confirmation, "Mary is really pregnant? Is there a baby?"

Watson smiled all over his face, "Yes, congratulate me, I can't be happier in my life than the moment I got the news."

"Congratulations." Nora said sincerely, "I heard that your clinic has been doing well recently. You can be regarded as a winner in life."

Watson was overjoyed.

"A winner in life?" Holmes hummed disconcertingly. "Such a boring and failed life can also be called a winner. Then I can walk at the pinnacle of my life."

Watson laughed teasingly, "So you have won the heart of a certain lady?"

Nora pricked up her ears.

Holmes said calmly, "I don't mean dull love."

Nora retorted relentlessly, "And that 'Girl Who Wandered Under the Streetlight'?"

Watson whispered, "The violin piece?"

"You know?" Nora questioned.

Watson blinked innocently, "At that time, you and Sherlock seemed to be having a cold war. Do you remember that day you went downstairs first? I went down with you, and Holmes stood at the window watching us. I remember you standing under the street lamp, and when I came back I found that he seemed to be writing a tune... Isn't it for you?"

"..." Nora squinted at Holmes, "Now do you have any more reasons to refute me?"

Holmes still remained expressionless, "This is just your unreasonable guess."

Nora stared at him silently for a while, and finally sighed helplessly, but her eyes were clearly full of smiles, "Okay, stubborn Sherlock, since I only know about it now, let's just treat it as something My Christmas present, don't you think?"

Still Holmes denied, "You have no proof that it was done for you."

Watson was very happy watching, and couldn't help laughing, "This is the New Year, Sherlock, can't you put down your self-esteem for a while and make a lady you like happy?"

"That's right." Nora shrugged. "Besides, you are already 30 years old. If you don't know how to make ladies happy, it's probably true as you said. You won't be able to marry a wife in the future."

"It's because I don't want to marry a wife, not because I can't." Holmes corrected very seriously.

"Come on, Sherlock," said Watson mercilessly. "Except for Nora, I guess there's no girl in London who would want you."

"Don't talk nonsense." Nora laughed. "Sherlock made it clear that if I have unreasonable thoughts about him, we will never be friends again."

"Really? Did he really say that?" Watson was happy instead.

"That's true," Nora was a little puzzled, "Doctor, your gloating expression..."

"I guess Sherlock still has a sentence to say." Watson said with a smile, "If you have 'unreasonable thoughts' about each other, of course you can't be friends, because you will become the most special pair of lovers , isn't it?"

Nora was taken aback.