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

The Addamses were held in a jail for "false detention" awaiting sentencing, Gomez and Luke went to the men's prison, Morticia and her grandmother were taken to the women's prison, and Winsty and Pugsley went to the prison. Leaving the youth teaching institute, Pugsli hid his hand in his clothes.

The prison is dark, with only one small window open, and each of them occupies a cage-like cubicle.

The prison door opened, and the old prisoners who were detained were slightly excited when they saw the newcomer. The arrival of the newcomer seemed to add seasoning to a dish that was bland.They climbed up from the narrow bed and stood at the iron gate with fierce expressions, trying to intimidate the new couple.

These tricks may work for other newcomers, but for the Adams family, no matter how strong the deterrence is, it's like hitting the cotton with a fist.Truth be told, the family has fallen in love with this place irresistibly since they first set foot here.

"Look how welcome we are here!"

When Gomez passed by a shirtless man with large tattoos all over his body and fierce eyes, he lamented that he was locked up opposite this "tattooed man". He expressed his satisfaction with this arrangement.

Gomez stood in front of the iron gate with a smile on his face. The eyes of the "tattoo man" were like copper bells. The more fierce he was, the more beautiful Gomez could feel.

Gomez even recalled the time when he was newlyweds, he and Morticia lived in a haunted house for a month... He couldn't help thinking that if Morticia was there, they could have another honeymoon.

Coincidentally, Mortisia in the women's prison also thought of the shadows and abnormal movements in the haunted house. She also liked it here, and her only regret was that her husband was not around.

Opposite the grandmother was Fox, who was indignant and cursed when she was imprisoned on the charge of "demagoguery".

The grandmother was listening on the opposite side, but couldn't take it any longer, she patted on the iron door, and attracted the attention of the weasel-like old woman on the opposite side, she said, "Curse is not like this."

A real witch would never say something like "You have scabies on your ass", let alone "Go to hell", what an honor it is to "go to hell"! The curses of real witches are very specific , and confusing, the witch's curse in "Sleeping Beauty" is a good example, and the curse on the prince in "The Frog Prince" is not bad either.In short, no witch can curse like Fox.

Fox gave his grandmother a blank look, ignored her, and continued to yell in the prison. The prison guard walked over and warned Fox: "If you yell again, your detention time will be extended."

After hearing this, Fox was honest, she could go out after five days, and there was no need to stay in this ghost place for a few more days for the sake of quick talk, so she obediently went back to bed and slept.

Grandma was ashamed of her.

The feelings of Wensty and Pugsley in the juvenile teaching center were not as pleasant as those of the adults. Wensty and Pugsley sat side by side. It is the man who educates the discourse to spit and fish.

"The most important thing for a teenager is to abide by the law, care for the society, refrain from doing bad things, be filial to his parents, love his brothers, and love flowers and trees..." The man's words are as boring as the parallel roads on the road.

"He has bad breath." Pugsley whispered to Winsty with his head down.

"Yes, Uncle First should like him very much."

Their uncle who goes out likes to smell garlic and durian the most.

Wensty lowered her head, thinking about the "prison break" plan in her mind - the man who educated them would never have thought of it, but the seemingly obedient and well-behaved little girl was thinking about how to make him faint.

She can't stay here any longer, there are still a lot of things to do, Sherlock Holmes has not been found, and the silkworm spirit in Broome Town has not been removed. If she stays here for a second, the silkworm spirit may invade the human body. Sex is even bigger.

Of course, the man wearing the gold wire can't trap her, and what Wensty is afraid of is the wooden warehouse in the hands of the guards.Although she has practiced spells diligently since she came here, she still learned the protective spells so-so, and it is okay to block ordinary arrows, but who still uses arrows in modern society, don't they all use bullets, shells, and grenades?

Therefore, "prison break" cannot be forced, but only outsmarted. She must find a way to escape.

"I know you are teenagers now, you are still young, and your values ​​​​are immature. Oh, the word values ​​​​is too advanced for you. Values ​​​​are your attitudes towards the world. Your values ​​​​are largely influenced by your parents. Influence……"

The man in the gold-rimmed glasses talked on and on, and he had never seen such an obedient child here.In the past, the children who came to the juvenile education center were all mischievous. He said a word to the group of children, and the group of children would answer him ten times. It was not easy to run into Wensty and Pugsley, two children who had been listening to him all the time. All the passion poured out.

Pugsley's two short and thick eyebrows were twisted into a "eight", and the man's spout of saliva kept splashing on his hair.

Wensty couldn't bear it either, the man's words really disturbed her thinking, so she simply chanted a sound-suppressing spell, the man would not notice the difference, but others would not be able to hear his voice, and the world would be clean.

The Adams family spent the whole day here, and at noon the jailers led the prisoners to dinner.

Gomez found that the "Tattoo Man" was sitting alone at a table, and he happily led Luke over and placed the dinner plate opposite him.

His actions attracted the attention of all the prisoners in the dining hall, and everyone at every table was whispering.

"Hey, the new guy sat across from the bull."

"He's too gutsy, and the Bulls will definitely make him look good."

Gomez likes "Tattoo Man" very much. He thinks the skin of "Tattoo Man" is very similar to the carpet in their house. He greets him very friendly: "Hello. My name is Gomez Adams, and this is my housekeeper Lu gram……"

Luke nodded politely.

"Nice to meet you." Gomez was very gentlemanly.

"Listen, man with a moustache, and you, tall man, don't act like an aristocrat! People here call me an angry bull, you know what that means, just be honest with me if you don't want to be beaten!"

The reason why "Tattoo Man" has the title of "Raging Bull" is because his temper is too hot. He was originally a top thug, and anyone who provokes him will never have a good life.

"Oh, so you're called an angry bull, since that's the case..." Gomez thought thoughtfully, "Okay, this is what a bull should eat."

After finishing speaking, he showed a big smile.

All the bystanders held their breaths. The newcomer snatched the steak from the bull's plate. This was like grabbing food from a hungry hyena. Seeing the bull's staring eyes, the newcomer must be doing well. fruit to eat.

Gomez actually thought very simple. Since the "tattoo man" is called an angry bull, how can a bull eat meat?

"you are welcome."

When Gomez ate, he always put a napkin on his tie so as not to stain his clothes, but there was no napkin here, so he had to make do with it. He raised his knife and fork and closed his eyes to thank Satan for giving him this food.

Seeing the arrogant appearance of the man with the mustache in front of him, the bull got angry, stood up and overturned the table, and all the food rolled to the ground. He grabbed Gomez by the collar and wanted to slap him hard He fell to the ground and gave him a good look, but unexpectedly, Gomez held his hand instead...

Then, he was thrown to the ground.

Gomez danced around and then gestured to him, since there are raging bulls here, of course there must be matadors too!

The atmosphere in the women's prison was quite peaceful. The grandmother kept walking around Fox, trying to teach her the real method of cursing, and she kept telling her that once the witch started cursing, she must carry it out to the end, otherwise she would be backlashed by the spell.

Fox felt that she was insane, how could this old woman be more obsessive than herself? !

The rules in the juvenile education center are slightly different from those in adult prisons. In order to prevent children from competing for food, all food is distributed uniformly, placed in a fixed location, and rationed.

When Pugsley and Winsty came to the dining hall, there were two vacant seats left for them, so they walked over and sat down.

Winsty noticed that the child across from Pugsley was smiling slyly, like a lean monkey.

Later, Pugsley found a vegetable leaf worm in his meal.

It's too childish!

Seeing that Pugsley and Winsty's reaction was not as expected, the kid was a little upset. He knocked on the table: "I'm the boss here, and you all have to listen to me from now on!"

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"How did you get in? Fighting with classmates or stealing someone else's wallet?"

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"..."

Pugsley and Winsty buried their heads in their meals and ignored him.

"Hey!" The child on the opposite side was completely angry, "Are you deaf?"

Winsty thought he was making too much noise, and she asked, "Do you really want to know how I got in?"

"Of course."

The kid opposite felt that there was something wrong with the way Wensty looked at him.

"I'm the reincarnation of Satan, that's why I'm here." Wensti lowered her voice, her eyes dim.

"Don't be funny, how is it possible? You treat me like a ten-year-old child!"

"Then let me prove it. Now touch your head to see if there is a severed hand."

The child touched his head, and his wrist was tightly grasped. Sure enough, one of his hands was severed. The aura of being the boss just now was gone, and the screams resounded throughout the youth education center.

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When Sherlock returned to the hotel, he found that the yellow charms posted all over the hotel were gone, and he returned to the appearance he had on the first day he came here.

Seeing him, the boss greeted him specially: "Sir, you should throw away those charms, they won't work."

The boss felt embarrassed, saying that he was the one who used the spell, and he was the one who threw the spell. It was all the fault of the old woman named Fox. When she was caught, she admitted that she was just talking nonsense, and he was cheated for nothing.

"Don't worry about that, they're already in my trash can."

Sherlock felt that although the restaurant owner's head was filled with water like other goldfish, he could correct his mistakes after all, and he could be ranked in the upper middle of the goldfish school.

"Oh, that's good." The boss showed an embarrassed smile on his face.

Sherlock was walking upstairs when he suddenly got stuck. He turned his head and said to the boss: "60.00% of seven people will choose to believe rumors in the face of the fear brought about by disasters. You don't have to feel too embarrassed."

The boss was slightly taken aback, why can this tenant always see what he is thinking?

Sherlock spoke quickly: "The rumors are believed by so many people, which means that there must be some way to modify the rumors to make them look like the truth. Ghosts and ghosts are the easiest way to modify, and they are easy to be dismantled. No matter what, there is a high possibility that the person spreading the rumors is old."

"You're right, sir," said the boss, "that it was an old woman who spread the rumor, and she put a spell on old Nick, who was strangely ill, and made us believe her story."

"They were complicit, it was obvious."

"That's right, this is a play written and directed by the two of them," the boss angrily ignored the words "obviously" in Sherlock's words, and continued, "I don't know what Ann's story is. Xin, still wants us to build a temple for the Shangshen, and redeem the sins of the Shangshen, what a ghost!"

"Creating a shared belief is one of the fastest paths to success."

Sherlock knows too many examples like this. There are so many cults in the world who use the name of "faith" as a cover, but in fact what they do is not what orthodox religions should do. Their "faith" is only to confuse the people and gain benefits That's all, and claiming the existence of supernatural powers is usually the first step they take.

The boss looked at Sherlock standing on the stairs, and suddenly felt that he was like a young eagle, with wise gray-blue eyes that seemed to be able to see everything.

The boss smiled, quite helplessly: "I don't know how long this situation will last?"

The strange disease has made people panic. I don’t know where it came from, whether it is contagious, and everyone doesn’t even go out. The relevant departments have also limited the number of tourists. There is not much profit in the store. If it continues, I’m afraid it will close. Not far away.

The customers on the stairs had already gone up. The boss didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he seemed to leave a sentence: "No more than three days."

The author has something to say: the pace may be a little slow ahead, but the basic setting of this world needs to be laid.