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

Sherlock didn't wear a watch today, and he glanced at the numbers on Calvin Lawson's watch from the corner of his eye: "There are still 4 minutes, enough."

Sherlock's words showed extraordinary confidence, and he gave Winsty a look.

Tacit understanding needs to be cultivated, and the time may vary. Sometimes it can take as long as several years, and sometimes it only takes a short period of time. Like the former priest Flora, her hands and feet were bound and she couldn't move.

"What did you do to me?" Calvin Lawson stiffened.

No one paid any attention to his words. This superstar who was always responding to every call had the feeling of being abandoned and unresponsive when he was young. A wave of panic, anger, and resentment spread in his heart. He struggled desperately, but Winston Adding a layer to the original binding spell, the more he struggles, the tighter the bondage becomes.

She doesn't know anything about dismantling the sensor chip, and she just watched Sherlock's action. The time is less than 4 minutes. In less than 240 seconds, he needs to remove the chip, otherwise he will lose a car of young lives .

But Sherlock didn't panic at all, he circled around Calvin, read the information on him, first took out the suicide gun from his pocket, and handed it to Wensty beside him.

"Turn around," Sherlock said to Winsty.

Although she didn't know what Sherlock was going to do, Wensty still turned her back.

Then Sherlock took off Calvin's shirt, revealing his lean body. Calvin's chest was tattooed with a snake wrapped around a dagger. The snake opened its mouth to spit out a letter, and the chip was installed on the snake letter. , glowing red, indicating the remaining time: three minutes and 23 seconds.

On an ordinary bus in the distance, a group of children who are going to visit the museum are happily playing and communicating. The teacher has emphasized the discipline several times, but they still cannot stop their happy noise. No one realizes that there is a bomb on the bottom of the bus. , It may break out in three minutes and 23 seconds.

"Can you unlock the 3-bit encrypted password in 64 minutes?" Calvin snorted disdainfully.

"Don't use your low IQ to measure everyone's IQ," Sherlock began to decipher, and smiled at Calvin, with a sarcasm in his smile, "You can't mean, I can't."

When there were only 2 minutes left, the small chip made a "beep" sound.

Calvin Lawson gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and roared angrily, "Damn it!"

The crisis is over, today is just an ordinary day, superstars who want to die will not die, the news prepared by reporters and media has become waste, elementary school students on the bus to visit the museum will never know that their lives are hanging by a thread today, this day will be because of The passage of time was gradually forgotten.

Calvin Lawson's cheeks were bulging, his eyeballs rolled a few times under the thin eyelids, and his body could not move.

"I curse you both." He growled the words.

"Do you think anyone really cares about your curse?" Wensti turned his back to him, "You are just an ordinary person."

This sentence pierced Calvin Lawson's chest like a sharp knife, and finally made him fall from the clouds. He has lived in the applause, cheers and cheers for so many years, and the flashing lights of the media are like the lights on the angel's head. Halo, he came from hell and thought he had gone to heaven, but he was still in the fantasy sea dream on earth.

He is just an ordinary person.

Wensti's tone was cold: "You are not the only one who is abandoned in this world, but you are extremely despicable."

This was the first time Sherlock had seen Winsty like this, with her back to Calvin, like a frosty goddess delivering a verdict.

Winsty closed her eyes, thinking back to the world 50 years later, the undead were rampant, and ordinary people moved chairs out to bask in the sun. Bright selfish desires vainly seek revenge on the entire human race.

They still think they are great, which is more ridiculous than Judas saying that he is loyal.

Calvin Lawson was no longer struggling, and his face showed frustration. The messenger said that this was his closest chance to God, he lost it, and he could only be an ordinary person.

Calvin Lawson cried out with final conviction: "Liberty shall come, God shall live forever."

"Your so-called God will not be free, this is my curse on you."

Inspector Lestrade has received word that he is on his way, that Calvin Lawson will be under serious investigation, that in a few days the most popular celebrity will be discredited, that no one will support a bomber A person who is a primary school student bus, he will live in spit all his life.

The sunshine in the winter afternoon was like a calm old man, Sherlock and Winsty didn't return immediately, they walked aimlessly holding hands.

After Wensti came out of the church, she didn't say a word, her expression was stern and her eyes were not fixed.

"Why don't we go over and beat Calvin now?"

These words finally brought back Wensty's wandering thoughts.

"His name is Calvin."

"Whatever his name is," said Sherlock, "we'll beat him now, and when Lestrade gets here we'll say he fell it himself."

"Why did you hit him?"

"To vent your anger, shouldn't such a brainless goldfish be beaten?"

Wensty finally smiled. That seriousness should never have appeared on her face. Her face should always be as soft as a stamen and as bright as a spring flower.

"You can't vent my anger by beating him," Winsty said. After all, there must be more than one Calvin Lawson in this world. Get angry."

The Book of the Dead is still in the hands of "Jack the Ripper", which will always be the biggest variable.

"Do you know? When you gave me the gun just now, I was thinking that if the chip cannot be unlocked, I will shoot. The sacrifice needs to be voluntary. If he died at the hands of others, it is not voluntary." It's a sacrifice..." Winsty's voice became smaller and smaller.

"In this case, you will become a murderer in the eyes of others."

"Yes, do you mind having a girlfriend who is regarded as a murderer?"

"I said that I am a murderer in the eyes of others," Sherlock pointed out, "I will think about how to cover up the murder for you. It's not difficult at all. Lestrade and his goldfish men can't find out. Come out, but you will feel sorry in your heart, then I can only grab a car and take you away like last time, you are a murderer in the eyes of others..."

"And I," he chuckled, "will be your accomplice."

A thermos tipped over in her heart.

"You'd be notorious for that."

"Is it important?"

It doesn't matter at all. In Sherlock's mind, fame is just an external object like clothes. If he cared so much about fame, he would have been famous all over the world.

"Important." Wen Sidi said, her black eyes were full of seriousness.

When people later judged you, they all judged by your reputation, and she was once a member of this group of people.

Wensty stretched out her hand, hugged Sherlock's waist, buried her head in his coat, and said in a muffled voice, "Sherlock, reputation is very important..."

In the world 50 years later, who would not want to mention the name "Sherlock Holmes" and who would not want to spit in his face?

His name bears too many misunderstandings in later generations.

"If you are wronged, you must not treat the other party as a brainless goldfish, and you must not disdain to reason with him. If you are misunderstood, even if it is forced by the situation for a while, you must make it clear later..."

Fame is really important, like before I came, I never knew you were such a lovely person.

Winsty looked up into Sherlock's eyes: "Do you understand?"

"understood."

"No, you have to hook me up."

"Then pull the hook," Sherlock smiled helplessly, "Obviously you are already an adult, why do you still like such childish things?"

This is truly one of the unsolved mysteries of the world.

"Oh, I'm naive. You wouldn't be naive if you said you were going to beat Calvin up. Only elementary school students vent their anger with violence!"

"Oh, is this my problem? It's not that you have been holding back and not talking, and you still don't trust me!"

"Where do I not trust you?"

Don't talk nonsense, in this world, she trusts him the most.

"You don't believe that I can remove that chip within 4 minutes, and you still think about shooting yourself. This is simply the most stupid behavior. Of course, it doesn't mean that you are stupid to shoot. This is indeed a feasible method. I also Considered it, but it's a low-level alternative, and you're stupid in thinking you can't shoot a gun."

"Didn't you teach me? I remember the steps very clearly."

He ignored Wensty's explanation, and continued: "It's as stupid as you once tried to ignite the fog bomb yourself to make me run away."

Sherlock's mouth moved quickly, and he held Wensty in his arms again. People who didn't know the specific situation thought he was talking about love.

Anyway, Inspector Lestrade, who didn't know the specific situation, thought so. Standing in the distance, he saw the figures of Sherlock and Winsty very early on, and wanted to go up to say hello, but he had just left for a while. Stepping forward, I found that the two were hugging each other.

Inspector Lestrade felt that if he went up at this time, he would definitely live in the cold eyes of Sherlock for the rest of his life, so he stopped in his tracks, thinking that he would wait until they finished embracing before going forward. This is a long time to wait. Son grows up.

Behind him, Scotland Yard police detectives carried the immobile Calvin Lawson into the car, and the bell rang again, drifting slowly in the leisurely afternoon.