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

winter is here.

The season of winter is particularly in harmony with London. The ancient buildings of the whole city look more solemn in the cold air. It has snowed for the past few days, and the ground and roof of the city are covered in white clothes. The red buses and telephone booths are especially beautiful against the background.

Every time after hearing someone say "Winter is coming", Winsty always wants to subconsciously answer "Then can spring be far behind?" This is the first time she spends winter in London, and it is also her first time Birthday.

Winsty came into this world on December 19, 24 years ago, Christmas Eve, which became her birthday.

Winsty doesn't like to make a fuss on her birthday, she just wants to sit down with the whole family and have a peaceful dinner on her birthday.Before she came to this world as "Winsty Adams", her birthday was unknown. For those who were abandoned by their biological parents since childhood, birthday is a painful memory.

But this year's birthday is very different. She had a thrilling birthday this year. If she could, she would like to forget this birthday.

Scotland Yard received an anonymous letter on 24 December, Winsty's birthday.

The light yellow parchment, written in elegant cursive English, was wrapped in a pure white envelope, painted with wax varnish, and a golden seal was printed on the wax varnish.

Had the seal not shown a six-pointed star and a flaming eye, it would have been mistaken for a love letter or invitation.

When Scotland Yard police first saw the letter, the siren sounded automatically in their minds. They quickly checked the surveillance video and immediately found the person who put the envelope in Scotland Yard. It's normal, and he was also ignorant when he was arrested by the police. He said that someone gave him five hundred pounds to let him do this, and he didn't know the rest.Following his description, a chain of people was involved. Without exception, they all took money to do things. The starting point of the chain was an old man who picked up waste. He collected five thousand pounds to get rid of poverty temporarily and bought a bottle of The wine and some meat went home to celebrate, and he died in the barren house without even tasting the wine and meat.

By the time Scotland Yard police arrived, the gate was wide open and rats had crawled over his body.

The person who killed him was quickly found out, not a conspirator, but a group of gangsters who wanted to get rich, and this clue was interrupted.

The letter in Scotland Yard was opened. Inspector Lestrade had a stern expression on his face. He squeezed the letter tightly with two fingers, his eyes fixed on the words on it.

The letter was not addressed to Scotland Yard, and the address at the beginning of the letter was "Sherlock Holmes".

Mr Holmes:

Sir, long time no see.I don't know, are you satisfied with the Christmas present I gave you last time?I hope you like my gift to you.

Now that the real Christmas is coming, I have a new gift for you.

Catch me if you can.

Signed "Jack the Ripper".

Inspector Lestrade and the others naturally thought that the signing of the signature was a prank. Although the case committed by "Jack the Ripper" has not been solved and the person "Jack the Ripper" has not been found, more than a hundred years have passed , the fog caused by "Jack the Ripper" has long since dissipated over time.

But even if it wasn't "Jack the Ripper" who committed the crime, this incident was enough to arouse their vigilance. The letter mentioned the "Christmas gift" given to Sherlock last time, and that gift was really surprising.

After reading the letter, Lestrade called Sherlock.

"Merry Christmas Eve."

"You can hang up now if you want to say holiday wishes. Thanks and happy Christmas Eve."

"No, I want to ask if Winsty is still making cakes today? I want to order a Christmas cake to take home."

"Closed for three days before and after Christmas."

"Ok."

Lestrade hung up the phone. Currently, Wensty is still by Sherlock's side. She is indeed an unreliable restless person, but judging from Sherlock's tone, she has not shown any changes.

Half an hour later, Sherlock showed up at Scotland Yard, with Wensty standing beside him, both of them wearing dark overcoats and identical scarves.

"Why are you here?" Lestrade was very surprised when he saw them.

"Your Christmas is usually spent at Mrs. Hudson's, and this year is likely to be the same. I asked Mrs. Hudson, you do plan to have Christmas dinner with us, so you bought Christmas cake to take home You're lying, and you called me to say you're in trouble." Sherlock smiled at him.

Lestrade sighed, and sure enough, he still didn't hide it from Sherlock. He glanced at Winsty who was beside Sherlock, thinking about whether he should tell Sherlock about the letter.

Winsty read the doubts on Inspector Lestrade's face, she knew what he was worried about, and silently took a step back: "You two talk alone."

Just as he was about to leave, Sherlock grabbed his wrist.

Sherlock took her wrist and asked Lestrade calmly, "What happened?"

He had expressed his attitude last time that she would stand by his side, so there was no need to be on guard against her.

Inspector Lestrade saw him like this, so he didn't intervene too much. He also knew that he couldn't interfere with Sherlock's choice. Sherlock had already decided to stand on the same front with Winsty.

"Sherlock," he took out the letter from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock, "Santa Claus from hell is here to bring you presents."

The letter was not long, and Sherlock read it quickly.

"Jack the Ripper..." Sherlock said the title.

"It's just a prank. There have been a lot of people pretending to be Jack the Ripper these years, so don't take it to heart."

What needs to be paid more attention to is the "Christmas gift" mentioned by "Jack the Ripper", what kind of Christmas gift he has prepared.

The whole of England was searched, but there was no trace of Dr. Newman. When everyone thought that he had fled the country, he came back under the name "Jack the Ripper".

"Has the messenger been found?" Sherlock asked.

"I found it. He received the money and was appointed by someone. Follow the search. The first person who collected the money was an old man who scavenged waste. He is dead. It was done by a group of hooligans looking for money."

"It's not accidental. The old man who scavenged was Jack the Ripper's deliberate choice."

The law and order of a place where a poor person lives may not be good, and letting a poor and old person suddenly get a lot of money is like sending a sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

The old man died, the exact clue was interrupted, and he had to wait for "Jack the Ripper" to deliver the gift to the door.

When Winsty heard the word "Christmas present", she couldn't help but tighten Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock quietly took her hand and put it in his coat pocket.

When welcoming the "gift", Scotland Yard deployed all protective work, and even applied to the higher authorities to prohibit citizens from going out, but the application was rejected because it would easily cause large-scale panic among citizens, which is not conducive to public security.

The celebration of Christmas Eve has begun. There are lights and festoons everywhere, and fireworks are set off in the square. The citizens don't know that under the calm sea, a whistling tornado is brewing under the sea.

When the fireworks were set off at the highest point, and the golden fireworks decorated the entire sky like stars, Sherlock's Christmas gift was delivered by the courier.

"Please sign, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

This is an anonymous courier.

The courier box was sealed, and no one knew what was inside. Everyone gathered around the box, making various guesses.

"Probably a bomb."

"Probably half a kidney."

The express box was opened, and there was only a book inside. The book's name was "Suet Ball".

On the inside of the book, there is a line marked with the same handwriting as the letter: Back to where it all began.

Winsty closed her eyes: "The protagonist of this book is a branch girl."

The plan of "Jack the Ripper" started, and the first shot of their long-started battle was officially fired today.

Going back to where it all began - what does this statement portend?

"Anderson, get out."

Anderson, who was in the crowd, felt baffled. He pointed to himself: "You let me out?"

"Is there a second Anderson here?"

"Hey, this is where I work," Anderson was dissatisfied, "You have to go out if you want to go out."

Inspector Lestrade: "At least he called your name correctly this time, you go to the archives first."

After driving away Anderson who affected his thinking, Sherlock closed his eyes, everything around him disappeared, and he walked into his own thinking palace.

Where exactly does it all begin?

"Winsty, where does the story of this book take place?"

"Rouen, France."

So where did it all start in Rouen, France?

impossible.

He doesn't think "Jack the Ripper" has left the UK.

Since it is "Jack the Ripper", there is only one place where everything starts.

Whitechapel, East London.

In the narrow alley, the street lights are very lonely, standing a woman, her face buried in the night, wearing an old fur coat, only wearing a bright red underwear.

Her body exudes a strong and pungent smell, but it is very monotonous, and there is no smell of inferior perfume in the front and back.

She stood there like a ghost.

Her glasses were also buried in the dark, and a customer once said to her: "You have a pair of very beautiful glasses."

Now there is no other emotion in these beautiful eyes, she looks firmly, watching a police car parked in front of her.

It's time, she thought.

A few policemen got on and off the police car. They held their guns and approached her step by step with cautious eyes.

Women have never been treated so cautiously before, and people in the past used her as a tool to vent their desires.

"Is Sherlock Holmes in the car?" she asked, breathing out a puff of white air. She knew for sure that Sherlock Holmes must be in the police car. "Let him down."

The woman doesn't really know Sherlock at all, and what she says isn't what she really wants to say.

She saw the man named Sherlock Holmes get out of the car, his figure was tall and straight against the light.

Sherlock saw the woman's face clearly. She had no makeup on her face, and her lips were frozen to a liver color.

He stood in front of her.

"I have swallowed the poison, and I will die in an hour." The woman said this with a smile, and she did not feel the pain of approaching death at all.

"Go to gastric lavage now, you can still live."

"Why should I live?" she asked back.

She is about to be taken to a holy place by God.

There, she is not a rag bag to be discarded, she will be treated with the same respect as any other woman.

There was light in the woman's empty eyes, and she was very happy.

"If possible, I hope I die in the next second."

God is waiting for her.

"Mr. Holmes, the game has begun. Don't lose everything," she said.

The author has something to say: After the main text is finished, there will be extra episodes, so don't worry.

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