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

Wensty didn't get a good rest last night, and today she ran with Sherlock all the time, her legs were sore, she was very tired and yawned, and wanted to find a bed to lie on and sleep on it for twelve hours, but Xia who was with her Locke is in good spirits, especially after she suspects that there is more than one door in the room, it is more like chicken blood.

He squatted under a row of huge floor-reaching picture frames, and Wensty, who was handcuffed with him, could only squat along with him. There was a white wall of dust on the ground, which was nothing more than a normal thing, Wens But Dee found a hint of surprise in Sherlock's focused eyes.

Sherlock stood up, his movements pulled Wensti's movements, and with her cooperation, he took down several picture frames on the floor facing the wall dust.

What appeared in front of them was a clean white wall. There was a small gap on the flat wall, as if a hole had been poked in the white paper with a pencil, which was probably left during the renovation.

Winsty was a little confused, so she couldn't understand why Sherlock had to take off the frame, and when she turned around, she found a very "scary" thing, Sherlock seemed to be smiling at her.

There was no third person in the room, and Sherlock was indeed smiling at her, and the faint emotion in his eyes...Winsty felt that if she interpreted it as approval, she must have misunderstood it.

Wensty couldn't figure out what Sherlock was thinking. She never expected that after Sherlock scouted the scene, he dragged Wensti into the taxi that brought them here without saying hello. He paid three times the price. The price made it stop at the door and wait.

Anderson followed them, shouting, "Where are you going?"

Winsty couldn't answer him, because Sherlock had decided on the itinerary, and she didn't know where the next stop would be.

Anderson hurriedly got into the police car and followed. The driver in the car had just joined the job not long ago, and hadn't seen any big scenes. Seeing Sherlock and Winsty leave suddenly, he thought he was going to escape with the suspect, and he felt nervous and excited. , mixed together in a hurry, and asked Anderson: "Should we call the police?"

"Excuse me, what is our profession?" Anderson asked back, knowing a little about how Sherlock felt when he asked her the question.

Of course Sherlock would not run away with Wensti, this is not a love story, Wensti saw Sherlock searched with his mobile phone, gave the driver an address, and the car stopped in front of a hardware store two streets away .

What are you doing at the hardware store?

When Wensti was wondering, Sherlock had already grabbed her hand. She was startled and stared at Sherlock: "What are you doing?"

"Block this thing," Sherlock said.

They are still wearing handcuffs. Few normal people will wear this thing in broad daylight. It is really eye-catching. Sherlock's clothes have long sleeves, which can block the handcuffs. Winsty's sleeves are short, and the collar is exposed. , he held her hand just enough to block the handcuffs.

Anderson followed them all the way and arrived a minute behind them. When he got out of the car, he saw the scene of the two holding hands. The shock he received was no less than seeing the Chinese men's football team win the British men's football team.

In his mind, Sherlock has always been equated with the word "freak". Although his appearance, height and knowledge are indeed higher than ordinary men, but he has a strange temper. Girls who are interested in him in the police station often go with him. After communicating several times, I gave up the idea.

Anderson thought he would die alone, what's going on, the iron tree is blooming?

Anderson was still in shock, even Sherlock subconsciously agreed to leave him a very shameful "don't follow in". When he recovered, the two had already walked into the hardware store hand in hand.

Wensty felt uncomfortable with Sherlock holding her hand.No matter which time and space they are in, holding hands between a man and a woman is an ambiguous and intimate behavior, but she also knows that she can't think about it. In his eyes, this kind of intimacy may just serve the case.

Winsty was right, Sherlock held her hand just to keep the handcuffs out of sight.If Anderson hadn't handcuffed the two of them together, he would have come to the hardware store by himself without her.

The owner of the hardware store was reading the newspaper. The headline on the front page was the secret room murder last night. The suspect and the detective who investigated the case were standing in front of the counter.

Sherlock knocked on the counter, the boss put down the newspaper and looked at him: "What do you need?"

"I wanted to change the locks and the doorknob of my house," said Sherlock kindly. "Well, yesterday my neighbor... don't know if you remember him, Mr. Thomson, who was about my height , I bought a lock and a door handle here, and I came here on his recommendation."

"Yes, Mr. Thomson says your prices are very fair and your stuff is of good quality."

Sherlock glanced at Winsty, who had a smile on her face and lied for him casually.

No shopkeeper was unhappy after hearing this sentence. He left a sentence of "wait a moment", and then turned out a door handle and lock, both of which looked very simple.

"Is this the kind that Mr. Thomson bought? I think it's a little different..."

The moment Sherlock cast his gaze over, Wensty instantly understood what he meant.

Winsty touched the doorknob: "I remember that Mr. Thomson bought one that was heavier than this one."

Facing the hesitant gazes of Sherlock and Winsty, the owner of the hardware store was very sure: "Sir, ma'am. If your neighbor is the customer who came yesterday afternoon, then he definitely bought this kind of product." Yes. I remember very well that only two customers came yesterday afternoon."

"My wallet is in the left pocket," said Sherlock.

"Ok?"

"My wallet is in the left pocket."

Sherlock repeated that his wallet was in his left pocket, and his left hand was intertwined with Winsty's right, making it difficult to reach for it.

Winsty reacted and took the wallet out of his pocket.

The boss looked at them, didn't even separate his hands when paying the bill, and sighed with a smile: "The relationship between you two is really good."

There was a three-point perfunctory in Wensty's smile, and she was acting on the occasion, so she didn't have to take it seriously.

Sherlock glanced at the boss, and uttered two words under the gossiping gaze of the latter: "Thank you."

Neither of the two people who were misunderstood explained, nor did they need to explain, and planned to leave with a newly purchased lock and doorknob.

The boss stopped them: "Sir, madam. If you want to change the lock, it is recommended to buy the door handle, lock body and lock cylinder together."

It's not that he sells them in a bundle, but the door handle, lock body and lock cylinder are originally a complete set.

Wensty looked at Sherlock, and Sherlock left a sentence: "No need."

As soon as the two of them went out, Anderson greeted him and saw the thing in Sherlock's hand: "You came here to buy this thing?"

Anderson decided to report the situation to Lestrade, and the sheriff should not be so used to Sherlock anymore. He thought he was going to help solve the case, but he brought the suspect to buy locks and door handles.What, is their house being renovated recently?

Sherlock ignored him.

Winsty ignored him, too.

The two got into the taxi together, and the car was finally about to drive back to the police station.

From the moment he got in the taxi, Sherlock has been staring at the phone. He is sending messages. Although only one hand can move, his hand speed is still very fast.

This place was some distance away from the police station, and Winsty finally got a short break. She closed her eyes, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard a low voice from her side.

"Thomson doesn't come here to buy anything."

That's natural, not to mention that Thomson won't come here to buy things, Thomson doesn't know how to buy things at all, if a little Scottish bulldog can buy things, it would have been on the London Wonders.

Wensty didn't open her eyes, and responded muffledly: "Yes."

"You know I'm lying, why do you lie to that boss with me?"

He didn't rehearse with her in advance, and he didn't even say hello, but she naturally acted in the same play as him.

"Sir, although I don't know what you are buying the lock and doorknob for, I guess it has something to do with the case..."

After most of the day, Wensty has seen Sherlock's focus on the case. It was already noon when they came out of the police station, and they didn't even eat lunch and kept looking for clues. How could such a person deliberately run two streets Go buy some useless stuff, the only explanation is that the stuff has something to do with the case.

"Although I didn't kill anyone, I'm still a suspect. If you find out more clues, you're clearing me of suspicion..."

The drowsiness was sugar-coated, and it kept hooking on Wensti. Her consciousness became more and more blurred, and she said what was in her heart before she had time to think.

"I owe you a big favor, let me treat you to dinner."

Wensty didn't realize what she said at all, she had already fallen asleep, and didn't hear Sherlock. After hearing her invitation, she was silent for a while, and answered "Yes".

His face was soaked in the London afternoon sun, and his eyes were like the calm sea.

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Chief Lestrade in the police station received two messages, the first one from Anderson and the latter one from Sherlock.

Since he turned on the phone and displayed two new messages, the latter one was placed above the new one, so even if Anderson's message arrived earlier, he read Sherlock's message first.

In the message, Sherlock asked him to call a few key witnesses, and told him that the case had been solved.

Lestrade was overjoyed, and hurriedly ordered his men to summon the people Sherlock was looking for.

Then click on Anderson's message, and Anderson sent a long text accusing Sherlock of misbehaving while searching for clues.

Lestrade replied to him: Sherlock has his own reasons, and everything serves the case.

The author has something to say: Everyone should have guessed who the murderer is

My case is really useless, so the case is supplemented, and it is true to cultivate the relationship between the two of them.