Baker Street Charterers

At the intersection not far from the police station, Holmes saw Nora leaning against the wall and waiting.

The other party was wearing her tailored black dress, her hair was still tied high, and she looked dignified and neat.However, the outfit that her friends have long been accustomed to is obviously not in line with the current trend of ladies' dressing. She seems to be completely unaware of the strange looks from passers-by.

... Sherlock Holmes doesn't really want to understand about the meditation - Nora has a very good temper, at least she can be regarded as a leading figure in the female world in terms of "tolerating Sherlock Holmes".Most women will have a very good first impression of Holmes, thinking that he is calm and polite, but after more than a week of contact, they will find it difficult to bear his many eccentricities, coupled with his laziness in quality of life, and his attitude towards money. The negligent attitude of ... the ladies often end up not including him as a "golden bachelor".

But Nora never thought so, Holmes touched her nose—she always looked so bright and lively, and one of her hobbies was to tease and bicker with him, but in fact she seldom felt sorry for some of Holmes' overly vicious things. Words become angry.Looking back on all the scenes they had spent together in the past five years, it seemed that the only time she really had a disagreement was after that wonderful and memorable conversation at Christmas.

Oh, that was truly a milestone event that will always be remembered.

And it looks like a second chance has come.

As for why Nora had a strange attitude towards him going to the brothel to investigate the case, Holmes certainly had no idea at first, but he was smart enough and quick enough to react, and he gradually understood in the process of walking out of the police station Came here, and felt genuinely... ahem, novelty about it.

He used to think that women, creatures like this, would not die after bleeding for a week for nearly 60 years, but they always cried and got angry because of some meaningless and trivial things, and liked to show their soft and moving beauty to the rich. Body, but at the same time fall in love with the poor boy can't help it, it's completely unreasonable to be emotional... Yes, Sherlock Holmes doesn't like women as creatures, and even thinks that some of their qualities are often in short life seems cumbersome and superfluous... until now.

Nora Sharp, that always clever and cunning woman, because of his unintentional mistake...she was jealous.

Jealousy... Holmes couldn't help raising the corners of his lips and smiling.Envy, one of the seven deadly sins, has always been a very dreadful emotion, born of resentment and awareness of the benefits enjoyed by others, and the desire to appropriate them... Oh yes, "possessing" the word from It didn't sound as beautiful and melodious as it is now, it seemed to open the door to a new journey for him, and the world behind would undoubtedly be more wonderful, exciting and interesting than he had imagined.

He almost couldn't wait to explore.

Nora heard the familiar footsteps, she didn't turn her head, but lazily pressed her forehead, and said in a drawn-out, casual tone as if she was falling asleep, "Have figured out how to get to that place that is everywhere." Is it a golden cave full of peerless beauties, exotic fragrances and graceful beauty?"

"Gold-selling cave?" Holmes laughed rather amusingly. "That's a novel name."

Nora glanced at him.

Holmes pondered for a few seconds, his hands in his coat pockets, leaning slightly over his body, his gray eyes staring unblinkingly at her profile, speaking in a very calm, almost declarative way. He said in a calm tone, "You know I regard investigation as the greatest pleasure in life."

Nora was noncommittal.

"No other interest can match it."

Nora turned to look at him strangely, as if thinking about his intentions.

"And I can say without exaggeration," continued Holmes, "that you have the same interests . . . and goals as I do."

Nora straightened up slowly, her eyes were alert—what was he trying to do?

She squinted her eyes and looked him up and down. Holmes stood there motionless and let him watch him, his expression still calm, "I have been to many places to find out the truth, and I have played many different people. life...but I'm still very happy to go on with my work..."

"What do you want to say?" Nora asked directly.

Holmes pondered for a while before speaking slowly, "hmm...I mean...you know, it's just for investigating the case, and finding out the truth is more important than other things."

Nora gradually understood. She looked at Holmes with a half-smile, but did not respond.

The big detective waited for a while and couldn't hear an answer. He froze for a moment, then cleared his throat, looked into Nora's eyes, and told her very, very calmly, "I have no interest in other women... no matter how beautiful they are , they are like a bunch of inconspicuous symbols to me."

"...Of course, if one day you have to go to such a place because of the case, I will be very understanding."

Nora was amused by his serious tone, she sullenly, raised her eyebrows, and said lightly, "Oh, then what kind of symbol am I to you?"

Without hesitation Holmes replied, "Neither of the kind... You have put an end to all symbols."

Nora was taken aback.

Gradually, a smile could not be restrained from the corners of her eyes and lips. She sighed and shook her head, "You are so cunning, Mr. Detective... But I have to admit, your cunning makes me damn happy."

"My pleasure." Holmes smiled, then folded his arms. "shallwe?"

……

According to Holmes, the so-called "Sweet Candy" is located behind an inconspicuous door in a deep alley near Jermyn Street. As an open shop, its location is indeed very remote and hard to find. The big man bodyguard, his sturdy figure can already fill the entire alley.Nora and Holmes watched for a while, and she was thinking about how to get in without panicking, when Holmes said calmly, "I'm afraid the boss here won't welcome me because of what happened last time, so I don't want to do business." It's a pity that everyone has a good memory, she recognizes my face, so it's no surprise that we will be packed and thrown out if we go in rashly."

Nora asked cooperatively, "How should I do it?"

Holmes gestured to her to wait a moment, then turned and walked out of the alley.Not long after, a man of the same build as him came in, and Nora took a closer look—this man was full of beards, with a slightly protruding belly, and he said to her in a very arrogant tone, "Have a drink from your place." Best red Bordeaux."

This voice did not belong to Sherlock Holmes, it was slick and condescending with inertia... If she hadn't been so familiar with the other's eyes and the expression inside, she would hardly have recognized who the person in front of her was!

Nora looked up and down in amazement, then pointed at his stomach and stared, "God, what have you done?"

"Little trick," Holmes said with a disdainful lift of his chin, "some useful means of dressing up, allowing the same person to have several completely different identities... Look, you can't recognize me right away, either. Not to mention those stupid fools who only care about money and gold."

False beards, clothes stuffed with gelatin, strange walking postures, and a completely different voice... I have to say that Holmes is really skilled and skilled in some aspects.

"I look forward to the day when you can dress up as a tall and beautiful lady." Nora couldn't help teasing with a smile, "I'll keep all the compliments I can think of for you."

Holmes straightened his bowtie and let it loosen up a bit, seemingly not hearing the words at all, and still emphatically said with weird oiliness, "Come on, sweetheart, the happy time is coming."

Nora laughed out loud, she pressed her lips together to swallow the smile back, rubbed her cheeks to force her expression back to normal, and then walked towards "Tiantang" holding his arm.

"Who is this person here?" One of the big men looked at the two of them and frowned, "Hey, ma'am, can't—"

Holmes quickly stuffed a few banknotes into his hand, and the other party fell silent immediately, so he raised his chin haughtily and walked in with Nora on his arm.

A burst of strong smells, which seemed to be a mixture of various smells, rushed over immediately. Even a woman like Nora who rarely used perfume could smell the scents of jasmine, rose, musk, and cinnamon.Mixing together makes people feel smoky in an instant, coupled with the dim rose red lights in this house, there are extremely soft carpets under the feet, thick velvet curtains are hung everywhere, lace ribbons and scattered on the ground The silk scarves or handkerchiefs, all the eyes are women's snow-white soft and very seductive breasts, ambiguous laughter and moaning full of sexual hints... This place is indeed easy for men to relax their vigilance and linger.

Nora glanced around, all the women here are indeed beautiful, and it is rare that they are so beautiful, with different styles, unique characteristics, black skin, white skin, and even Oriental race.She saw a beautiful woman with long straight red hair hanging down to her waist, wearing loose sheets, bare feet, and a lazy face walked past them, and pouted her red lips with an ambiguous smile... Yes, that's right, towards her, not Holmes - she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Oh Xiali," Nora sighed, "everyone who comes here to investigate the police is probably the happiest man... or woman in the world."

Holmes, "...cough."