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

The woman who swallowed the poison was named Flora, and her name was as beautiful as a blooming flower.

She said she would be dead in an hour, and there was too much to do in an hour.

"Time is the biggest variable." Sherlock said to Flora who was lying on the hospital bed and was about to be sent to the operating room for gastric lavage.

Flora stared at Sherlock, his face was so hideous to her, she wanted to grab his face and draw a few bloody marks on his face with her sharp nails.

But she couldn't move, her hands and feet seemed to be tied tightly with ropes, but there were no ropes at all.

When Sherlock was talking to Flora, Winsty cast a spell to amplify her voice. She obviously heard the sentence "Go to gastric lavage now, you can survive." Sherlock said that the ambulance from London came to ask for help. In 8 minutes, she dialed the emergency number.

Flora has decided to dedicate her humble life to a noble cause. Her insignificant life will be integrated with the gods. After a long time, when she is mentioned, she will be like someone introducing "Suet Ball":" Although she is a daughter-in-law, her character is so valuable."

Of course Flora is unwilling to undergo gastric lavage, but sometimes people's self-will cannot represent everything. Wensty planted a binding spell on her body. After undergoing gastric lavage, she will be strictly monitored and she will not commit suicide. road opportunity.

After seeing Flora being sent to the emergency room, Wensty's hanging heart finally relaxed a little. It was clearly a cold winter, but there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She took a long breath.

"Let's go." Sherlock took her hand. The two of them are like soldiers who have ended a battle. The war will continue until the instigator is caught. They just won one of the small battles, but they are idle There is enough time for them to celebrate.

Walking out of the hospital, the snow on the ground has not yet melted, and the ground is like a goose down quilt, and there is a crackling sound when you step on it, and a faint Christmas carol floats from afar.

Sherlock looked at his watch. It was 32:[-], Christmas Eve hadn't passed, and his girlfriend's birthday hadn't passed yet.

Today, she was in a state of restlessness, apprehension, and running around, and now she had the simplest smile on her face, and he hadn't said "Happy Birthday" to her yet.

Mrs. Hudson ran upstairs early to send the little girl a bouquet of flowers and birthday wishes.

Birthday wishes from her family arrived in the wee hours of the morning, saying they would throw a big birthday party even if she wasn't home.

The Adams family cut open the vegetable leaf cake specially made by their grandmother, and it was so green that they could smell the sourness through the screen, but Wensty still praised it and said "it looks delicious" and secretly thanked herself that she didn't have to eat it. cake.

Her third uncle and friends of the third uncle also brought birthday presents, and the two boxes, one black and one white, matched each other very well.

Inspector Lestrade suddenly remembered that today was her birthday, and said awkwardly as he walked past her, "Happy birthday."

They all remembered her birthday. Sherlock also received a call from Mrs. Holmes this morning. She reminded this son, who never took birthdays seriously, to give Winsty a birthday present. Girls really care about these things.

But Sherlock didn't say "Happy Birthday" to Wensty until now. Today is almost over.

"Birthday has other meanings to you, right?" Sherlock took her hand and walked in the snow, his pocket was very warm, and both of their hands were warm.

When Winsty received birthday wishes, she always expressed her gratitude sincerely, but after a while, there would be a hint of sadness on her face, which was not noticeable but caught by Sherlock.

"Well," the lights on Christmas Eve shone on her face, making her skin look like a piece of warm jade with delicate texture, "I... didn't have a birthday before, so I felt very illusory when I received the blessing."

It was as illusory as a firework rising into the air and disappearing suddenly, leaving only a clean night sky.

It's not really sad to never have a birthday, she will get used to it, and she is used to it.But after receiving the blessings, there will be vague worries in her heart, all of these may be fake.

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I wasn't born today."

People born in this world today are the real Wensty Adams, and she always has the illusion of stealing things from others.

Before this emotion was just a seedling, this year when she knew that there were two souls living in her body, and the other soul might be the real Wensty Adams, the seedling had grown into a sapling, and all these blessings would have been unexpected. belongs to her.

"Then do you know what day you were born?"

Winsty shook her head: "I don't know."

The picture of celebrating a birthday has never appeared in her memory.

The two of them walked up to a decorated Christmas tree, the trunk of which was twined with fairy lights, and the emerald pine leaves were also covered with snow.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks.

"So do you like this day?" He turned to face her, with the colorful lights of the Christmas tree behind him.

Winsty replied, "I like it."

"Then today is your birthday," Sherlock smiled at her, "you can take whatever day you like as your birthday."

He has never understood why people regard birthdays, that particular day, as so important.

Mycroft educated him painstakingly: "Of course the birthday is important. This day is the day of the mother's death. We should be grateful to the mother for giving us life."

Well, although the fat man's words are very flattering, they are reasonable, but except for that specific day, every other day is to be grateful to his mother for giving him life, so birthdays can be ignored so important.

If Wensty was happy, she could have any day she liked as a birthday, and he could say happy birthday to her every day.

She just said that she likes today, so...

"Happy birthday." Sherlock looked at his hand, it was 58:[-], today has not passed yet.

Happy birthday.

His ending sound rose slightly, casually provocative.

Wensty froze for a moment, the light in her eyes was brighter than the lights on a Christmas tree, her eyes were very bright and clear, and all the emotions were clearly framed in them.

"Thank you," she said.

Sherlock's words are always very convincing, no matter how absurd words come out of his mouth, people feel that they are full of reason. Westy was persuaded by him and began to believe that she can treat all the days she likes as her birthday.

She smiled and spread the hand that was not held by him: "Where is the gift?"

Birthdays are always about receiving gifts. If she can treat her favorite day as her birthday, she can receive many gifts!

In her hand was a small rubber band.

"what?"

"Fulfill your wish," Sherlock said very reluctantly, "you can tie me a little rope."

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