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

Crowley was in a difficult situation. He drove the youngest daughter of the Addams family to London, but he didn't know where to throw her.

The car drove from a remote town all the way to the British capital, but the journey was not long, so it was still late at night when they arrived in London.

Crowley originally wanted to ignore her, but after all, he was apparently related to the Adams family, and he received several sweet "third uncles" in vain. It didn't seem very good to throw her directly on the streets of London.

"Do you have any money with you?" Crowley stopped the car in front of a hotel and asked Wensty.

Winsty nodded, she definitely brought enough money when she came to London.

"Then you stay here tonight," Crowley said, "come to me if you need anything."

"understood."

Having said that, Crowley did not leave any address or contact information for Wensty, and the last half of the sentence was just a courtesy. He has lived in the world for 6000 years, and he must learn some basic "etiquette".

Crowley, however, needn't be "worried" at all, since Winsty knew his address even if he didn't tell it. 50 years later, she delivered desserts to his house every day, and every time it was for two people.

Speaking of this, Winsty couldn't help but wonder, since Crowley is in London, is his close friend also in London? Have the two of them already known each other?

The car left under the moonlight, watching its driving, as if going straight to the moon.

Wensty stayed at this hotel. In the lobby of the hotel, she picked up a London tourist brochure. Baker Street was only three streets away from the hotel.

Wensty took a hot bath and carefully calculated in her mind: According to Agnes Fuko's prophecy, she will die on the day that prevents the opening of the Book of the Dead, and the Book of the Dead was opened by Sherlock Holmes. Which means she might die in the middle of a fight with Sherlock Holmes.

The Great Elder told her the night before she came to this world, your task is to get rid of Sherlock Holmes who opened the Book of the Dead, and exchange his life for the safety of more people.

The elder's tone was relaxed. She knew that the elder had deliberately lowered the difficulty of the task in order to appease her. How could it be so easy to get rid of a person who could open the book of the dead.

Sherlock Holmes may be just an ordinary person, but he may have made a deal with the undead in exchange for enough power.

Winsty understands the ultimate purpose of the mission and is ready to dedicate herself to the mission. The Holy Grail has chosen the right person. She will not shrink back because of fear of death, but she cannot act rashly either.

She still can't figure out the strength of Sherlock Holmes. If his ability is too much stronger than hers, she will kill her if she does it, and she won't get any benefit. Maybe she will die, but he is still doing well. Living in the world, the Book of the Dead will still be opened.

Winsty developed a simple three-step plan:

The first step is to find out the strength of Sherlock Holmes.

The second step is to find the right time.

The third step is to do it.

Wensti decided to go to Baker Street tomorrow to find out some information.She looked at London at night through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights were lit up, as if lighting the night lights for the sleeping city.

She has stepped into this city many times, visited famous attractions such as Big Ben, London Bridge, and No. 84 Charing Street, and also ran around the streets and alleys in search of a recipe.

Is there any difference between London 50 years ago and 50 years later?It seems that there is none, the landmark scenic spot still stands in the original position, but it is too shameful to say that the difference is almost the same, obviously the street where people live has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

It was precisely because of this that a sense of helpless strangeness would surge in her heart.

"Baker Street is a long road in southwest London, running north-south. At the end of the 18th century, industrialist Edward Berkeley Portman designed this long street and named it after his friend Edward Baker."

Following the address in the "London Tourist Handbook", Wensti walked to the entrance of Baker Street. Looking at this street was like looking at a long tunnel. A feeling of excitement and tension arose in her heart. Take a step and your heart beats faster.

Finally, she stopped at number 221.

The dark olive green door was closed tightly, and it didn't take long to walk from the entrance to here, but it took her half a century to stand in front of this door.

The heart has jumped to the throat.

She really wanted to knock on the door, but she couldn't find a suitable reason to come, and she was afraid of alarming the enemy.

Don't be in a hurry, Wensty reminded himself in his heart, follow the plan step by step, first find out the background and strength of Sherlock Holmes.

Winsty decided to live on Baker Street, preferably as close to No. 221 as possible.

However, Wensty searched all the way and found no news of the apartment being rented out. Instead, the cafe directly opposite No. 221 had signs saying "Closed Business" and "Store For Sale".

The door of the cafe was ajar, and Wensty pushed open the door and walked in. The store is small, but the decoration is very delicate. The color tone of milky white is matched with the wooden dining table, which is elegant and warm.

"Sorry, the business is currently closed." The owner of the cafe seemed lifeless because of the poor business.

Employees, I want to transfer the store out earlier.

The boss lazily raised his head and glanced at the person who came. It was a beautiful strange girl who didn't leave after hearing him say that it was closed.

"I want to buy this facade," said the girl.

The boss didn't expect the store to be transferred so smoothly, and the girl didn't even pay back the price. It took less than half an hour from when he quoted the price to when she bought the store.

Wensty also felt that things were going well, the price quoted by the boss was quite reasonable, although it was a bit higher than what the store should be worth, but Wensty had no intention of fussing about money, not to mention that she liked the original I discussed the decoration style with the boss, and it can be used directly, even the decoration is omitted.

The location of the coffee shop is not good. It is stuck in the middle of Baker Street. Most of the customers who come here are residents of Baker Street. There are only a small number of foreign customers. The business cannot be expanded.But in Wensty's eyes, the location here is excellent, just opposite No. 221.

She plans to get back to her old job and open a dessert shop here, so that dealing with the surrounding neighbors will become a matter of course, and it will be convenient for observing Sherlock Holmes and sniffing out information.

It was very dark in the room, and Wensty turned on the light, and the cold, strong light illuminated the entire shop.

How can such a warm color scheme use cold light?It's like a tall man wearing a small vest, which doesn't match at all.

The lights need to be replaced.

The name of the cafe should also be changed, and it cannot continue to use other people's names.

There are also some small details that need to be adjusted.

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People on Baker Street don't know that the cafe has changed owners, and the cafe has become a dessert shop. In the evening, the sunset glow in the sky appeared, a line of orange appeared in the blue sky, and a strange girl knocked on the neighbors the door.

She was born beautiful, with big and bright black eyes, carrying many small bags in her hands, and showing a kind smile.

Winsty explained to her neighbors that she just moved here and opened a dessert shop nearby.She gave the small bag in her hand as a meeting gift to the neighbors, hoping they would take care of it.

Only then did the neighbors know that the cafe had been replaced by a dessert shop.

The bag contained the strawberry cake made by Winsty, and it smelled like fresh strawberries accompanied by sweet cream.

The neighbors are very fond of this pretty and polite little girl.

When Wensty walked to the dark olive green door at No. 221, she felt very uneasy. She took several deep breaths before finally ringing the doorbell, as if behind this door was a scourge.

Wensti heard the sound of footsteps, thumping, and every step seemed to be on the tip of her heart. She became more and more nervous, and couldn't help but tightly clenched the small bag in her hand.

The door opened, and Winsty froze.

Could Sherlock Holmes, who committed the unforgivable mistake, be a seemingly powerless woman?

Winsty really misunderstood, it was the landlord Mrs. Hudson who opened the door for her.Mrs. Hudson's soap opera is on the verge of finding out that his lover is an ex-husband in disguise, when there is a damn knock on the door.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Hudson didn't know the little girl outside the door.

Wensty looked at the woman who opened the door. She was about 40 years old, with short curly brown hair, simple makeup, and a pair of pearl earrings on the earrings. · Sherlock Holmes linked together.

But people should not be judged by their appearance - after staying in the Adams family for so long, Winsty has long understood this truth.Those who look weird and evil are not necessarily full of evil, and those who are gentle and kind on the surface are not necessarily really kind. Maybe this woman is very good at disguising.

"I'm new here." Winsty hid the inquiring eyes and smiled, "There's a dessert shop opposite."

Mrs. Hudson looked across from Winsty's figure, only to realize that the name of the store had changed from "Elegant" to "The Adams".

Wensty handed the bag to Mrs. Hudson: "Please take care of me."

It turned out to be the new neighbor.

"It's really thoughtful, thank you," Mrs. Hudson gave her a hug, "You are welcome."

Wensty could still smell the nice perfume on her body, and she really didn't want to associate her with Sherlock Holmes... Besides, the name Sherlock should only be given to boys.

"My name is Wensty Adams." Wensty introduced herself.

Mrs. Hudson, who received the gift, had long forgotten about the soap opera. The little girl in front of her was even more beautiful than the heroine in the soap opera.

"People here call me Mrs. Hudson, and you can call me that too."

"Ok."

She really wasn't Sherlock Holmes.

The news brought by Lingdie cannot be wrong, so there should be at least one resident in this building.

"Are you the only one living in this building?"

"No, there's another lad upstairs."

Wensty shook the small bag in his hand: "We are all neighbors, I want to give this gift to him."

"Oh! He's gone out. I don't know when he'll be back. If you don't mind, I can hand it over to him for you."

"Let me hand it over to him." Winsty greeted Mrs. Hudson, and was about to turn around to leave when a low voice came from beside her ear.

"Mrs. Hudson, it's time for you to watch that crap TV show."

His voice sounded like the bass on a violin.

Wensti's heart trembled, and the target of her mission, the real Sherlock Holmes, stood behind her.

"He's back!" Mrs. Hudson was delighted.

Wensty turned slightly and saw his appearance. He was wearing a knee-length black trench coat, with a tall and straight figure and sharp eyes, like a young eagle standing in the sunset.

For some reason, Winsty always felt that his face was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

"This is the new Ms. Adams. She opened a dessert shop across from us." Mrs. Hudson and Winsty were like two old acquaintances, helping to introduce, "She brought us a gift, how considerate A lady!"

Winsty had the same smile on her face as before.

His eyes were like a scanner, and he came up with her identity information: not a native of London, just arrived in London, expensive cufflinks on clothes, wealthy, new residents of Baker Street, open desserts in a low-income area shop……

"Sir, nice to meet you." Winsty handed over the small bag containing strawberry cake.

Sherlock came to the conclusion that she was here for another purpose.