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

Wensty and Sherlock walked side by side on the way back to Baker Street. The two could not be called acquaintances now, but they were not complete strangers. It was the most awkward relationship. Along the way, no one opened the conversation first.

There was one thing in Wensty's mind all the time. She was able to recover her innocence so quickly thanks to Sherlock's help. He was her benefactor, but Sherlock's opening of the Book of the Dead was the root cause of the disaster.

Although Wensty is not a top demon hunter, she has seen many people tortured by the undead, and heard their screams of helplessness, so Sherlock Holmes had to be killed, even if she had to pay for it. life.

But the current situation is that she owes Sherlock a kindness, and she can't do it at all, but this person has to die. It's like walking to a fork in the road. "There is a pit ahead, pedestrians stray into it".

The reason Sherlock didn't speak was...he didn't want to.In fact, he had been observing the people around him, not only with his eyes, but listening to the changes in Wensty's breathing, he clearly felt that she was preoccupied.

This false secret room murder case is over, and he will not receive the case for a long time, but his brain will not feel bored during the period of not receiving the case.Sherlock likes cases, largely because they are followed by one puzzle after another, which can excite his brain, and at this moment there is a huge puzzle standing beside him.

A young girl who lived in an old castle and rarely went out. She couldn't even go out to buy flowers, but she came to London from the countryside and opened a dessert shop in less than 24 hours...

Sherlock knew that Winston had another purpose, and it didn't take much effort to deduce that he was her target. Figuring out the source of her purpose was the challenge this puzzle posed to him.

Two people with different thoughts are walking on the streets of London. They have been busy for a day, and it is already evening at this moment.London at dusk is the time when its charm is the deepest. The breeze rises gently, and the sunset makes the whole city covered with a dark yellow tulle. The classical buildings regain their true colors, and there is still a ray of light in the sky where the sun has not completely set.

Unknowingly walked to Baker Street, and before the two parties entered their respective homes to say goodbye, someone would always break the silence first.

"Just this one."

Wensty and Sherlock stopped at the entrance of the restaurant at the corner of the street. It was already dinner time, and the restaurant was bustling with people.

"Ok?"

Winsty had long forgotten that she had said to Sherlock "Let me treat you to dinner" when she was drowsy in the taxi, and when Sherlock replied "Yes", she had already fallen asleep.

So Sherlock had to help her remember it with a speech speed that ordinary people can't reach. After a long speech, he didn't even catch his breath. His speech speed was like a high-speed sports car driving freely on the asphalt road. She could only let herself With a lot of thinking, he drove the electric car and chased after him with difficulty.

By the time he finished speaking, the two of them had already sat on the soft sofa in the dining room.

The boss walked over with a menu card with a smile on his face, lowered the menu card into Sherlock's hand, and patted his shoulder: "William, you haven't been here for a long time. It's still the old rule. There is something on the menu card that you want to eat." Yes, all for free."

Then he glanced at Winsty, and continued: "Your date is also free, didn't expect the two of you to be dating?"

The owner of the restaurant was Angelo, and he had bought desserts from Wensty's shop. Wensty knew a lot of information about Sherlock from him, and he would always mention that Sherlock had cleared him of murder suspicions.

Winsty hurriedly denied: "We're not dating. Mr. Holmes cleared me of murder suspicion, so I invited him to dinner."

Speaking of which, why does Mr. Holmes always help people get rid of murder suspicions?

"Oh, William also cleared me of murder a year ago, proving that I was in the middle of a robbery when the three murders happened."

Sherlock handed the menu card to Winsty and asked her to order.

It was the first time for Wensty to eat here, and she didn't know what to order for a while, so she ordered the same one as Sherlock, and the boss took the sign and left.

"Mr. Holmes..."

Sherlock interrupted her: "Sherlock."

"Okay, Sherlock. Why did the boss call you William just now?"

Winsty was curious when his boss called him William.

"My name used to be William Scott. Angelo couldn't change it when he saw me."

Wensty, who was drinking water, almost choked.

Who?

William Scott? !

The name William is so common, Prince William, William Shakespeare, William Golding...the last name Scott is not special, Alan Scott, Travis Scott, Robert Scott... …

Combining the common William with the not-so-special Scott is very common, so it should be a name collision.

Winsty drank the lemonade from the glass, suppressing her surprise.

"Was that real name William Scott or Sherlock Holmes?"

"Both," he answered, "my full name is William Sherlock Scott Holmes."

The food was brought out quickly, but Wensty, who had been hungry all afternoon, could not eat. Her whole thoughts were buried in the names "William Scott" and "Sherlock Holmes". .

In the world 50 years later, the name "William Scott" represents wisdom and honor, and has been included in the annals of exorcists. Also in the annals of exorcists, it represents evil and sin.

Winsty decided that the two names should have nothing to do with each other, like angel and demon.

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"Ok?"

Wensty saw her expression from the reflective side of the silver knife and fork. Without Sherlock's good observation skills, ordinary people could see that her mind was not on the meal at all.

There was a humanoid scanner sitting in front of her, and she had to learn to hide her emotions.

"I was wondering how you figured out that I wasn't the murderer from the very beginning."

This reason was not a casual prevarication by Winsty, she did have this doubt, but a bigger doubt covered up this little doubt.On the bright side, she can't express her big doubts, she can only take the small doubts first.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes judged that she was not the murderer before checking the scene. Even though there was no evidence to prove that she was the murderer, there was no evidence to prove that she was not the murderer. Why did he say that to Lestrade so firmly: "She's not the real murderer."

Sherlock is cutting a piece of steak. His dining etiquette is very good. I am afraid that Morticia will praise him for his elegance. After hearing what Wensty said, he put down his fork and placed it on the dinner plate in the shape of an "eight". , looking at her: "Your motivation is clearly insufficient. Your explanation for delivering desserts is that you are curious about the taste of the deceased and the weather was fine that day. These two points do not sound like evidence of your lack of motivation, but Only a goldfish would judge that there is no correlation between the two. You open the store for a month and sell desserts for half price on a sunny day seven times, which is enough to show that you are a so-called weather affects the mood, but IMHO If your mood is really easily affected by the weather, you may have seasonal affective disorder. And your shop basically closes at 04:30, which is basically your last order, so you want to take advantage of the sunshine It’s reasonable to go out for a walk.”

After clearing his words, Wensti frowned: "Are you investigating me?"

This is not a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence, otherwise how to explain Sherlock Holmes can say so much information so accurately.

"Of course," Sherlock's blue eyes were filled with calmness, "You have asked so many things about me from the neighbors in the neighborhood, so of course I should investigate you."

The matter of mutual investigation was said by Sherlock as if you gave me a gift, and in return, I will give you a gift as well.

But when Wensti heard this, she almost couldn't hold the fork in her hand.

When did he find out?

So how was she going to explain why she was investigating him?

But Sherlock didn't ask her why she was investigating him, he knew she wouldn't answer frankly, it was part of the puzzle, and he had to figure it out himself.

Winsty poured another glass of lemonade and took a sip to suppress her shock.

Sherlock made a final conclusion: "Your goal is me, and it is impossible to murder someone who has nothing to do with me."

Winsty: ... What he said is so reasonable, I can't refute it...

After eating this meal, Wensty's heart suddenly rose into the sky, fell to the bottom of the valley, played with penguins in Antarctica, and watched animals migrate in Africa. She felt uncomfortable and was seen through by Sherlock. From then on, she felt that she was transparent in her eyes.

After finally getting through to the time of parting, Winsty squeezed out a smile: "Goodbye, Mr. Holmes..."

"Sherlock," he reminded her again, frowning in disapproval.

Winsty, who was seen through, couldn't say a word to Sherlock anymore, and said "good night" with a stiff smile, and then slipped back into the dessert shop.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he smelled the vaguely familiar aroma of bread in the air, and his mood calmed down a little.

That night, Winsty sent out the spirit butterflies that hadn't been used for a long time, and whispered to them:

"Go to William Scott."

"Go and find Sherlock Holmes."

The spirit butterfly who received the task flew out of the window, drawing a faint blue arc in the night sky.

Seeing them all flying into the window of No. 221 House B, Wensty closed her eyes resignedly.

The world is such a wonderful place, and later on Winsty realizes that not even God can prevent angels and demons from playing together, so it is not surprising that William Scott and Sherlock Holmes are the same person.

But at this moment, she was really in a dilemma, how to proceed with this task?

The Great Elder is not here, and the senior exorcists are not here. She doesn't even have a person to consult, so she has to make her own decision.

Just when she scratched her head and couldn't figure out why, there was a melodious violin sound, and Wensty peeked out through the window.

Under the night, Sherlock Holmes stood upright, surrounded by a group of blue butterflies.

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Sherlock Holmes: Your goal is me. There is no need to kill someone who has nothing to do with me. If you want to kill, you will kill me.

Winsty: You are really good at predicting things!