Baker Street Charterers

"And then, our next destination, I guess, Aberdeen?"

Holmes leaned against the wall and closed his eyes boredly, "The next step is to wait for our conscientious Sergeant Gleason to finish his eloquent routine interviews just to get Mr. Sendsbury's address in Aberdeen." Such a small piece of information. Aberdeen is next."

"Poor Jed," said Nora, not without irony.

Sherlock Holmes, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and immediately opened his eyes, looking at her with burning eyes, "Do you still remember that in the stack of manuscripts at Mr. Griffin's house, there is a A piece of old paper, a love letter?"

Nora thought for a while, "... I have a little impression, what do you remember?"

"I always thought that this piece of paper was written to his favorite Miss Liz, and I remember that there was a sentence on it: 'We are all characters in the myth, everyone laughs and cries to their heart's content, everyone wears gorgeous clothes in rotation, oh my Dear Emerald, you are a little pearl in my darkness'—"

Nora nodded and commented, "It seems that Mr. Griffin is still suitable for studying Greek mythology."

Holmes' attention was on another crucial point, "'O my dear Emerald, you are a speck of light in my dark obscurity'...doesn't this sentence remind you of something?"

"Dear Jade..." Nora smacked her lips. "Jade... Jed?"

"Not bad." Holmes smiled amusedly. "A love letter to...a former male lover."

"Mr. Griffin also likes Jed?" Nora showed an expression as if he had swallowed an eggplant, "Then he still married Miss Liz...is he bisexual?"

"This can also explain why Mr. Sendesbury is able to know so clearly about him, including the scar on his back." Holmes narrowed his eyes, "I am really curious about what interesting things happened two years ago. "

"It's not uncommon to be hated for love," said Nora. "This Mr. Sendesbury is more suspect than anyone else."

"You can't love it?" Holmes repeated in a low voice.

Nora paused, then curled her lips, "You don't have to worry that one day I will be so determined to murder you because I like you so much but can't get it."

Holmes smiled silently. "That won't happen."

Nora raised her eyebrows, "Do you mean 'Too Like' won't happen, 'Not Got' won't happen, or 'Murder' won't happen?"

"I support the latter two points of view," Holmes told her solemnly.

Nora coughed and looked skyward.

Holmes was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "I heard that the apartment you introduced through Mr. Hawke only paid three months' rent?"

"How do you know... Forget it, it's useless to ask." Nora's surprise turned to depression, and she squinted at him, "So what?"

"So that means, you only have this month's rental period left."

Nora raised her eyebrows, "That's right, what then?"

"Mrs. Hodson has kept your room above."

"Oh." Nora's tone was flat, and there was no special reaction.

"...she cleans that room every day."

Nora lazily blocked the dazzling sunlight with her hands, "Ah...thank her for me..."

Holmes was silent for a while, then he clenched his hands into fists and let out a low cough, "We all hope to see you every day."

"We?" Nora turned her head with a half-smile, her eyes rolled up mischievously, "Who else does 'we' include besides Mrs. Hudson? Watson? — Well, not convincing enough."

There was a helpless smile in Holmes' eyes. "As you wish—I hope you can stay in Baker Street."

"I didn't say that's what I want to hear." Nora was very moved, and then decisively rejected him, "But, no."

This unexpected answer surprised Holmes, and he couldn't hide the surprise on his face, "You..."

"Until you send out a formal invitation, I will not go back." Nora told him righteously, "Otherwise, one day you will regret it... Tell me that what you still have for me is the friendship between friends , it is quite possible for me to do some terrible deeds that are 'too much to love'."

Holmes looked aggrieved, "This is what you did before punishing me."

"Don't dare."

"What counts as a 'formal invitation'?" Holmes straightened his face.

"Before that, why don't you tell me why you invited me to move back?" Nora smiled.

Holmes raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "This will make the investigation more convenient, you and I, I just lack a faithful recorder, since Watson got married and resigned from this job, and I need someone who is both A person who listens faithfully to my analysis of the case without making noise or interrupting—"

Nora replied lazily, "My current apartment has good lighting, I keep it clean and tidy, the rent is pretty cheap, and it's very convenient to my student's house—"

"I admire you."

Nora paused.

Then slowly turned his head, squinted his eyes, stared at him with a creepy look, and didn't speak.

"I admire you." Sherlock Holmes who said these words seemed to have made a choice after a fight. All hesitation and anxiety were stripped away after undergoing baptism, and his expression became calm and calm when he spoke. , looking at her like the setting sun and moonlight falling into the mountains and rivers, peacefully and softly, "Maybe the timing of this 'formal invitation' is not so opportune...but I hope it's not too late—will you accept Sherlock? A sincere apology from Holmes?"

Nora stared into his eyes, "Did you smoke weed before you went out?"

"……No."

"Ever injected with cocaine?"

"…nor."

"That's really strange." Nora murmured, "I thought I would never hear these words from Sherlock Holmes in my lifetime... Could it be that I'm hallucinating?"

Holmes straightened his bow tie with a dignified expression, "I didn't inhale those exciting things, and you didn't experience hallucinations... To be honest, is that the only reaction you gave me?"

Nora looked at him strangely, "What kind of reaction do you expect from me... Sherlock Holmes is a problem that belongs to all human beings in the world, and I have no confidence in solving him."

The unabashedly vulgar words made Holmes twitch his brows, "A problem for all human beings in the world?"

How difficult is he to deal with? ...No, that term is really rude.

Nora thought about this question for a while, then nodded, very sure, "Yes, this is how I position him."

Holmes rarely felt helpless. He sighed deeply in his heart, and the difficulty of recognizing women as a category went up a ladder again, "...please give me a fair verdict."

The smile on Nora's face disappeared in an instant. She carefully observed his face, and surprise and shock slowly appeared in her eyes, "...You, you just said the truth, didn't you?"

"..."

"It's actually real?!" Nora clapped her forehead, her eyes sparkled, excited and uneasy, "Are you confessing your love to me? Inviting me to live in Baker Street again? Is this true?! Sherlock?"

Infected by her strong emotions, Holmes narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. "Perhaps I need to put a 'serious' sign this time too?"

Nora nodded sharply with a smile, "Of course."

Holmes looked around, and after making sure that there was no suspicious line of sight, he lowered his head slightly, his gray eyes fixed on her. After Nora subconsciously pursed her lips and held her breath, she suddenly felt a burst of force from the back of her head that caught her off guard. , staggered and fell forward, her forehead immediately hit a soft object emitting heat, she had no time to react, the other party had already taken a step back, and then said in a calm and calm voice, "It belongs to Sherlock Mark of Sherlock Holmes."

"..."

Nora stood firm, and immediately stretched her hand to her forehead, touched it a few times in a daze, then raised her head, looked at Holmes' face, her eyes slowly shifted from his eyes that were casually looking sideways to his tightly closed eyes, On hard-lined lips.

Huh?Huh? ? !

Nora pointed at him tremblingly, and suddenly stammered, "You, you just..."

"Congratulations, Miss Nora Sharp, you have just solved a top-level problem for mankind all over the world." Holmes declared with great integrity, almost solemnly, "Use your wit and strategy—you have just solved Xia Rock Holmes."

"...!!!"

……

Mr. Grayson, who came out of the house, immediately noticed something was wrong.

A familiar, almost pink aura of ambiguity floated among his consulting detectives.

He paused and asked very seriously, "...Did I miss something?"

Nora, whose cheeks were flushed into a monkey's ass, kept looking at the sky expressionlessly, while Holmes stood up leisurely, with a gentlemanly smile on his face, "Not at all."

"But her face..." Grayson didn't want to let go of any clue.

"It's just caused by the strong light, don't take it to heart." Holmes explained calmly.

The bleak February wind whizzed past them, freezing Gleeson's face into a distorted shape.

"If we have the address of this Mr. Sendesbury in Aberdeen, we shall set off," Holmes kindly reminded.

Gleason glanced at them strangely, hummed a few times, and finally gave up the plan to continue asking, and took the lead with big strides.

Holmes followed closely behind, and Nora followed immediately.

Holmes, who walked steadily, looked upright. He clapped his hands behind his back, but quietly stretched his five fingers, as if giving some kind of order.

Nora's face became even redder, and she still maintained a serious expressionless face, but she stretched out her hand, and was immediately caught, clenched tightly, and her fingers interlocked warmly.

She lowered her head, her eyes bent into crescent moons, and she smiled silently.