[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

"Are you done?" Wensty asked.

"Not yet, at least 10 minutes." Sherlock replied, Lestrade was so secretive that he was actually only asked to deal with a jewelry theft case that was not too troublesome, and they spent more time on the road than He guessed that the thief took more time.

"Where are you?" The cold wind blew Wensty's collar, and the temperature difference between day and night increased, and the thin coat on her body could not bring her warmth.

Wensti quickly followed, "I'll go find you, okay?"

Her voice sounded a little trembling.

"Are you cold?"

Sherlock deduced that Winsty should only be wearing a not-so-thick windbreaker coat. She always miscalculated the weather, so how could such a coat resist the cold wind at night.

"It's not cold. I'll go find you, okay?"

Even if he couldn't see her expression, Sherlock could tell that she was lying.

"What you need to do now is go back to Baker Street and make yourself a cup of hot milk," Sherlock said.

"Sherlock," Winsty called his name, and asked stubbornly, "shall I go find you?"

"Okay." Sherlock finally agreed, and he had a hunch that as long as he didn't agree, she would keep asking.

Sherlock reported his location, which was not far from the Soho area of ​​Aziraphale Bookstore, and Winsty hailed a taxi to go.

The taxi stopped in front of a well-decorated jewelry store, and the huge crystal chandelier inside illuminated the ground very brightly from a long distance away. A quarantine area was set up around the store, and the case negotiations were going on inside.

The policeman in this area was assisting with the case. He didn't know Winsty, and he didn't know her relationship with the tall curly-haired man who came with Inspector Lestrade. When she approached, he reached out and stopped her.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but official business is being carried out inside."

Wensti took a look inside, it was indeed a mess, but in the crowd, she could always recognize Sherlock at a glance, his black curly hair was really eye-catching, and she also felt that the light from the crystal lamp Was it more in him than in others?

Sherlock was eloquent, with a look of pride on his face, and everyone around him listened intently.This kind of picture can make people go back to ancient Greece. The wind of the Aegean Sea has been blowing for thousands of years, and the wise man is surrounded by people who seek knowledge...

A dull bell rang in Wensty's mind.This awareness made her body tremble more and more, the pendulum swung faster and faster, and a chill penetrated into her bones.

The policeman on duty saw her like this, a girl who was fine just now, why did she suddenly look like she was having epilepsy, and hurriedly asked: "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"No."

"But you are shaking very badly."

"Really?" Wensty didn't feel the shaking of her body at all. After being reminded, she looked at her hands, which were indeed shaking like the wings of a bee. She stuffed her hands back into her pockets and forced out a smile. "Maybe I'm too cold..."

The film police felt that the girl in front of her was a bit strange. She looked in for a while, then smiled and walked away. When she came back, she had two cups of hot cocoa in her hand. Outside the isolation zone.

Sherlock's time has always been extremely accurate, and once 10 minutes arrive, all the procedures in hand will be completed.

Lestrade walked from his left to opposite him, saying kind words of thanks.

But Sherlock didn't appreciate it: "If you really thank me, Winsty will stand by my side next time."

The two of them should have appeared together.

Even though news was blocked on the news, the video called "gift" was still stored in Lestrade's cell phone, and he knew exactly what it meant.

Winsty, this fragile lady, possessed enormous power, which was enough to destroy the entire Scotland Yard, so he had to set up his defenses.

"Sherlock..."

Sherlock didn't give Lestrade any leeway: "Then I won't show up either."

For him, this is not a multiple-choice question.

Sherlock looked at his watch, 10 minutes had passed, and his girlfriend insisted on coming to him 10 minutes ago.

He raised his eyes inadvertently, and Yu Guangyun saw a figure outside the jewelry store. She stood so far away, she looked like a small person, with a package bag containing two cups of hot cocoa on her wrist, and her hands in her pockets In the middle of the night, she exhaled thin white air from her mouth, the broken hair hanging from her forehead fluttered under the street lights, and the night wind invaded her thin body.

Sherlock didn't care whether Wensty had supernatural powers or not. In his heart, this girl was the Princess and the Pea in the childish fairy tales she read. Worried that she might be bitten by a hard pea.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sherlock walked towards the door, leaving the entire Scotland Yard behind.

Inspector Lestrade still has a lot of advice to say to Sherlock. He wants to say not to be fascinated by beauty, and he also wants to say not to be dazzled by love, just like educating young people who make mistakes because of love, but he Only later did I realize that the person he was trying to admonish was Sherlock, the most sensible person in the world.

"Look, the freak really has a girlfriend!"

"Oh, it's the girl who was by his side all the time!"

There was a rustle of discussion around. Although everyone present is said to be a policeman, there is no shortage of gossip-loving hearts.

They had heard Inspector Lestrade say that Sherlock had a girlfriend and his temper improved a lot, but no one believed it at the time.

But now, seeing is believing.

"Inspector, what you said is absolutely correct." A police officer remembered that Sherlock's tone today could really be described as "gentle", and the power of love is indeed powerful.

Lestrade's eyes were deep. He watched Sherlock walk towards Wensti, like a planet touching another planet. At the gate of Newman's private hospital that day, Sherlock walked towards her without hesitation. .

Seeing Sherlock coming out, Wensty stretched out her hand and waved it in his direction. The policeman on duty was curious who she was waving at, and saw a tall figure passing by him.

Wensty came up to meet him.

The two of them, at the entrance of the jewelry store, under the watchful eyes of half of the Scotland Yard police, came to a big hug on the empty flat ground.

When Sherlock held Winsty in his arms, she could still feel her body shaking, like a small animal whose fur had been plucked in the snow, and his arms tightened a little.

It wasn't just because of the cold weather, he could feel his girl was scared.

Sherlock's brain was racing: she was fine this morning, so the thing that scared him was only loud this afternoon, and it happened very recently, otherwise she would have calmed down a long time ago.

"What just happened?" Sherlock asked softly in her ear, but got no response.

He raised his voice, tilted his head and asked the police officer on duty behind him: "What happened just now?"

The film policeman shook his head, what happened just now?He remembered that nothing happened.

Sherlock's embrace brought warmth to Wensty, and her heart seemed to be covered with a parachute, ups and downs, and finally returned to the original place.

"It's not convenient to say here, I will tell you later."

If she told him that "nothing happened," Sherlock would definitely not be able to fool her. Since the confession that night, she understood that before everything was spoken, the many misunderstandings between the two were nothing but doubts of unknown truth.

After that night, the two of them really stood on the same front, and she would tell him everything she learned.

Winsty handed the hot cocoa to Sherlock.

The film policeman on duty watched the two of them leave. He was still young and had no girlfriend yet. When he saw the back of the two of them leaving side by side, he couldn't help showing a hint of envy in his eyes.

Winter is coming, and spring will follow it. He also wants to find a girl who will bring him hot milk tea at night and accompany him to see flowers in spring.

Not only the guy on duty, but the scene of Sherlock and Winsty embracing each other gave the Scotland Yard police a lot of excitement. After their meeting, the most shocking words once became: "Sherlock Holmes has a girlfriend, you not yet."

Wensti overheard this sentence once, and replied without blinking: "Sherlock is tall, handsome, smart and generous, I keep his card, is it strange that such a man has a girlfriend? "

Of course, this is a story.

At this time, Winsty was talking to Sherlock about the information she had learned from "The Complete Collection of Woohoo Lahoo Cults".

"To break the seal of the Book of the Dead, six people who were born in the same year and different months at [-]:[-] a.m. must sacrifice their lives voluntarily. , place them at the six tips of the hexagram, place the book of the dead at the position of the eye of the dead in the middle, and inject the soul of the real evil spirit."

Sherlock held a cup of hot cocoa in his hand, his face was calm: "Is that why you are scared?"

"of course not."

After she learned about the priest who lifted the seal of the Book of the Dead, her mood could not be described as "calm", but at that time, she was more in a kind of excited tremor, like a new sailor boarding a sailing ship, although the sailor had not I knew there would be a voyage, and I also simulated countless voyage scenes in my heart, but I can really touch the rough wooden boards, really feel the wind and waves coming, and my heart will still dance with the waves.

But that wasn't why she was afraid.

Her left hand and Sherlock's right hand were held together, and the palm lines of the two touched.

"You were born on January [-]th."

This was the reason she was really afraid. Although it was not clear whether Sherlock was born at [-]:[-] in the morning, the coincidence of the date of birth alone was enough to make Winsty feel terrified.

Sherlock stopped and looked at Winsty. Her nose was red from the cold, and she looked like a little rabbit, with timid emotions in her eyes.

"So you think I would volunteer my life for that evil priest," Sherlock couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Whatastupididea (what a stupid idea)!"

"Ah hey!"

She was worried about him, but he actually said her idea was stupid!

"Although life is boring, there are always some small cases that serve as seasonings..." He paused, holding her hand with his head held high, and continued walking forward, "And there is still you, why should I give up all this , voluntarily sacrificing your life for a sacrificial ritual that will make you angry, sad, or even dead."

He always remembered that Winsty had said that she would die on the day that prevented the Book of the Dead from being lifted.

The prophecy is one of the most unreliable things in the world, but even if the chance is only one in ten million, he will not take the risk.

"But I'm very happy that you didn't hide the sacrifice from me."

There was a smile on Sherlock's face, the street lamp shone on his face, carving out a handsome profile, his eyes were like sapphires without a trace of impurities.

"So this meal is your treat."

Oh, it's like she pays for every meal.

The author has something to say: I will try to finish the text this month.

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