[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

After seeing off the Sherlock couple [Fog], Mrs. Hudson planned to clean up the house.

Of course, she knew how much Sherlock hated other people touching his room, so she simply tidied it up, cleaned up the garbage, and made sure that the room hadn't changed, then tidied herself up and planned to go out to see her recent acquaintance. new friends.

Just as she opened the door, she saw the timid eyes of the girl in the white dress, "Excuse me...is this 221b Baker Street?"

Hudson was stunned, and subconsciously eased his attitude, "Yes, what's the matter with you?"

"Then, is there a Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?" The girl carefully glanced at Hudson, and when she realized that she was also being watched, she immediately hid her head behind the flowers, and after a few seconds, she tried again. Coming out, it's like a cub in a pet shop following its owner for the first time, hesitant and shy.

"Although he is a bit timid, he is really a lovely child." Mrs. Hudson thought so, and then replied slowly, "Yes, but he has something to go out now. Do you have anything to do?"

Then she saw the girl in front of her smile as if relieved, the smile was soft, making her look like a little hamster, Hudson couldn't help but want to rub her hair, "Really Great, I finally found this place."

She raised the flowers in her hand as if to take credit, "Here is a bouquet of roses that needs to be signed by Mr. Sherlock."

It was only a moment later that her expression became a little lost and frustrated, and she asked in a low voice, "Uh... um... How long will it take for Mr. Sherlock to come back?"

She really looked like a little girl who was acting like a baby with her parents. Hudson, who was divorced and had no children, immediately burst into maternal love. She smoothed Qiao Xi's hair, and the warm and soft hair under her palm made her heart soft Stopped, "It will take some time for him to come back. Can't the flowers be collected?"

Qiao Xi shook her head, her soft and cute face was full of determination, "No, this is the specialty of our shop, we need to record the reactions of the flower recipients, and then give back to the customers who bought the flowers, so the flowers must be delivered to them by hand In the hands of others, it cannot be signed by others."

Now Hudson suddenly embarrassed up.

If I let this girl wait outside the door, I always feel very guilty. After all, this child looks serious at work and cute, which makes her like it very much, but she is just about to go out now, and let the "date" person wait After all, it's impolite to go down, but you can't just let the child wait outside——

After thinking about it, just when she made up her mind to let the girl wait in the house, she saw Sherlock.

"Come here, come here, Sherlock!" She greeted a few times, "Here are your flowers."

Qiao Xi followed her with a bunch of flowers, "Ninety-nine roses mean forever, and the sender is Miss Calamity."

She struggled to hold the flowers in one hand, then took out a pen and paper from her pocket, and handed it to the man, "Mr. Sherlock, please sign..."

"It's you?!" Just the right amount of surprise and fright.

Qiao Xi looked like a fledgling employee who made a mistake and was caught. She was a little embarrassed and a little scared, but she still handed the pen to Sherlock, "Please...please sign for it."

"The flower language of black roses is gentleness and sincerity, and this bouquet is the best black roses that Miss Calamity specially asked us to buy from Turkey. It seems that she likes you very much, sir." Qiao Xi smiled shyly, bringing Feeling a bit cramped, he passed the flowers over.

Sherlock only took the pen and paper, but did not accept the flowers. He just looked down at Qiao Xi, "Black rose? It's not the Rosaceae, but are you sure it's a blessing, stupid girl?" he said.

"Japanese news website" once reported on the death of black roses on December 12. The black roses in Halfeti, Turkey, let people begin to understand that it not only symbolizes mystery, hope and enthusiasm, but also symbolizes death and bad luck. information."

"And the name calamity..."

"I think you should know that it means calamity."

"An unknown lady named Enan gave me a bouquet of flowers representing death."

"Watson," he called out with a little more joy on his face, "it looks like I won't be bored in the days to come."

"Please... Sir, please sign for it first." The bouquet of black roses was a little closer to Sherlock's face, "Anyway, please accept the flowers, sir..."

"This is..." Qiao Xi bit her lower lip, "This is my job."

Sherlock just glanced at Qiao Xi, but showed no expression, as if he no longer remembered the person who slapped him in the face just now.

I really don't remember, Qiao Xi can tell.

Tsundere and a bit self-righteous, likes adventure and excitement, has a very high understanding of different materials, but seems to be completely unclear about things like flower language when he knows news, probably because he wants not to waste his memory on what he thinks Such a person does not seem to be addicted to Ni, Gu, Ding.

Then there is only one explanation, Ni, Gu, Ding is just a pastime for this person to kill boredom.

Qiao Xi was not tall, and it looked like she was struggling to hold the bouquet, so after a few seconds of stalemate, Hua Sheng still took the flowers in her hand.

"No matter what, thank you very much for the lady's flowers." He smiled and said to Qiao Xi, "Thank you too for sending flowers here."

"No...you're welcome..." The soft girl Qiao Xi's face turned red all of a sudden, and she stammered, "This is what I should...should do..."

"I, I, I... I went back to the store..." The soft girl who could no longer speak turned around and ran away with small steps. During the period, she probably ran too fast and almost fell again. Then she staggered a few steps and ran away. It seemed to be faster, and she seemed to be able to see her red earlobes from a long distance away.

"What a lovely girl." Watson sighed with emotion. He has been working with Sherlock to solve the case for so long, and he has not seen such a soft girl for a long time. "I don't know if I can see this girl next time."

"Oh, Watson, believe me, you will see her again soon." Sherlock fiddled with the rose in Watson's hand a few times, and then said.

"what?"

The man in the black windbreaker shook the pen and paper in his hand, "Look, Erichdore Chalibert, that is, the cute girl you mentioned, she forgot to take her work with her."

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Comfortably stuffing himself in the chair, and pressing his forehead boredly, Sherlock habitually wanted to take out the syringe and give himself a shot.

"Didn't you say you were going to quit, Sherlock?" Watson frowned, trying to take the syringe away from Sherlock's hand.

"No, not for the time being, I need to think about what this bunch of black roses delivered to my door really means." Sherlock turned slightly to avoid Watson's hand, and pushed the liquid in the syringe into his arm. There was an expression of enjoyment on his face, "Black roses, 99 flowers, calamity, gifts, what is the connection between them?"

"Maybe it's just a small gift from the girl who has a crush on you." Watson said, expressing his 12 dissatisfaction with Sherlock's behavior of turning into smoke like a ghost.

"No, no, it's definitely not that simple." Sherlock shook his head, "Watson, let me ask you, what season is it now?"

"Autumn?" The doctor was asked inexplicably.

"That's right, it's autumn, but you have to know that black roses only grow in a small town in Halfeti, Turkey, where the unique soil environment and groundwater ph value make the color of the roses close to black. red.

And the reason why I ask you about the season is because this kind of flower is only black in summer, and the rest of the time, it is only dark red.

And now, it's autumn. "

"You mean..." Watson said no more.

Sherlock: "I can't say a word or two about this kind of thing, but it seems to be very interesting. Awesome, when I am so bored."

"If you can't finish a sentence, you can... wait, Sherlock, did you hear anything!" Watson suddenly said in horror.

Like the sound of many insects flapping their wings.

The moment he looked back, he saw something that could be the shadow of his life for the rest of his life.

Mosquito.

The seemingly countless mosquitoes seem to be able to cover the sky.