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

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, Baker Street is empty in the middle of the night, and the residents are already in sweet dreams. The street lamps on both sides of the road support the entire night, and two long and narrow figures are reflected on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I approached you on purpose to kill you." Wensty was wearing a white burqa, and the moonlight coated her with a layer of silvery white light, covering her whole body with a divine radiance.

And the man opposite her smiled contemptuously: "Oh, do you think you can hide it from me with your little trick? I have already found out."

He was wrapped in a black burqa, like a night knight, with a white mask covering his face, but his signature deep voice betrayed him.

Sherlock Holmes, the one who opened the seal of the Book of the Dead.

A layer of thin clouds floated over to block the brilliance of the moon, the moon was dark and the wind was high, it was the best moment for a decisive battle.

The blood in Wen Sidi's whole body was churning, she came across the years, for this moment, his light blue eyes were hidden under the mask, Wen Sidi couldn't see his expression.

The incantation she was so familiar with was on her lips but she couldn't utter it, but because she still remembered his kindness in her heart, she couldn't do it for a while.

This gave him an opportunity. A group of nightingales flew from the moon and swooped towards Wensty. Wensty jumped to avoid it and chanted a spell. The spell hit Nightingale and turned into a white smoke. Nightingale Formed a circle around her.

Wensty tried several times to break through Nightingale's encirclement, but she still couldn't break through. In the process of her repeated failures and attempts, the ground shook violently, and the surrounding houses seemed to be equipped with motors, and they began to shake at the same time.

She secretly felt bad, he was about to break the seal of the book of the undead, and the ancient undead were about to escape.At such a critical moment, her mental power became stronger, and she chanted a spell, and spirit butterflies flew from all directions, and the faint blue light broke through a small opening in the encirclement, bringing her out.

Winsty closed her eyes, and uttered a spell, which hit Sherlock, and the mask split in the middle, with half still covering her face and half falling to the ground.

The exposed half of the face stared fiercely at Wensty.

He said quietly: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't know what to do."

The shaking of the ground became more severe, the street sank, forming a black hole that wanted to swallow everything, and a monster walked out of the black hole with its mouth wide open.

Its body looks like a cheetah, with four heads facing east, west, south, north, and sharp claws. After being scratched by it, people may have to go to see God.

With a low growl, it approached Wensty step by step...

"Hiss—" Wensty rubbed his head, it had just come into intimate contact with the ground.

Looking around again, the surroundings are quiet, the air is filled with the familiar faint smell of bread, without the nightingales surrounding her, the blue butterflies have long since turned into sheets of paper and landed on the table, and four of them have not grown. The head of a beast resembling a cheetah, the book of the dead has not yet been opened, all this is her nightmare.

She crawled back to the small bed from the ground, patted her chest, took a long breath, and comforted herself: none of this is real.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the back from the nightmare.

Winsty rolled over and was on the verge of falling to the ground again.The bed here is set up randomly, not only simple, but also small, so you can feel the temperature of the earth if you don't pay attention.

Wensty originally planned to get rid of Sherlock Holmes, and after eliminating the hidden danger of opening the Book of the Dead, he would be able to end all this and leave here.

In her original calculation, as long as she found out the details of Sherlock Holmes, she could do it. The period of time would not be too long or too short. She wanted to find an apartment, but all the apartments on Baker Street were rented out. I can only get a small bed and live in the store first, thinking about being wronged for a while.

But now it seems that this timeline may be extended indefinitely.

The fact that William Scott and Sherlock Holmes are the same person is surprising enough, such a bizarre thing will not be recorded in the history of witchers, even the stories are not made up like this, but it is reality .

Wen Sidi remembered a sentence he had read before: A page in a history book was randomly turned, but behind it was a person's magnificent experience.

Three or two sentences cannot sum up a person's entire experience. The two names "William Scott" and "Sherlock Holmes" represent the confrontation between justice and evil. Since they belong to one person at the same time, they must have a history Secrets not written in the book.

She wants to find out this secret.

Wensty turned over and fell off the bed again, which directly caused her body to be sore when she opened the door for business the next day, and she supported her waist when making fried ice cream for Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson's lipstick, skirt, and bag are all in a uniform purple color today, and she seems to be in a particularly good mood after carefully tidying up. She is sitting in the dessert shop while waiting for Wensty to make fried ice cream. Chat with her.

"I'm going to meet my good friend today. It's rare for us to see each other once a year. I want to bring her some fried ice cream you made. She loves it the most."

Wensty said yes, and began to seriously prepare fried ice cream for Mrs. Hudson.

I don't know who first discovered this way of eating. Ice cream and deep-fried oil don't go well together, but it is really delicious when it is made.

The ingredients for making fried ice cream are very simple, you only need to prepare ice cream, bread crumbs, eggs and starch.Winsty first beat the eggs into egg liquid, rolled the ice cream in the egg liquid for a few times, waited for it to evenly stick to the egg liquid, spread a thick layer of starch to wrap it up, and finally wrapped it with a Layer thickly with bread crumbs.

Every time Wensty made fried ice cream, she felt like she was dressing a small white porcelain doll, layer by layer, for fear that he would catch a cold, and it was clear that the little white porcelain doll was the coolest one .

The breadcrumb-coated ice cream had to be refrigerated for half an hour to ensure its texture. During this time, Wensty was free and chatted with Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson saw that Winsty had been supporting her waist, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Winsty leaned on the soft sofa and took two more pillows to cushion her waist. Finally, she felt a little more comfortable. She told Mrs. Hudson that she had been living in the shop.

Mrs. Hudson really likes sweet little girls, and she has a distressed face: "Poor girl, why don't you find an apartment?"

"I don't want to live too far away, but the apartments around Baker Street are all rented out, and there are no vacancies."

After listening to Winsty's words, Mrs. Hudson thought for a while and asked her, "Do you mind sharing the room with someone else?"

Before Wensti could answer, another customer entered the store.He was wearing a dark gray coat, and his original army green trousers were also worn black. He had hair that grew to his neck, with several strands divided into several strands. His thick beard covered his facial features. As soon as he walked in It brought a rotten smell.

Winsty bet her uncle would love the taste.

This guest is also a "resident" of Baker Street. There is a place to shelter from the rain in the alley. He once participated in the residents' meeting and proposed the "Baker Street Homeless Management Rules".

As soon as he walked in, he saw Mrs. Hudson and said hello: "Hi, Mrs. Hudson."

"Good morning, Big Speaker," Mrs. Hudson twisted her nose, "Sherlock should have given you money today, please find a place to take a shower."

"Next time definitely."

"Big Horn" replied casually, pulled out a new banknote from his pants pocket and handed it to Wensty, pointing to the strawberry cake in the window: "I want this."

Wensty took out the cake and wanted to wrap it for him, but he heard him say, "Don't bother."

"Big Horn" left with the unpackaged cake, walked back to his station, and began to taste it.

Winsty sat back on the sofa and continued chatting with Mrs. Hudson.

"I don't know how many homeless people in London have been supported by Sherlock alone."

"He feeds these homeless people?"

"You just came to London and don't know much about the situation. After you stay for a long time, you will find that the homeless in London are different from the homeless in other places. The homeless in London have a kind of arrogance. In their consciousness, they are For those who have jobs, that is, the gentleman upstairs in my house will always find something for them to do, and give them a fixed amount of money every month, just like hiring employees." Mrs. Hudson told Winsty about the situation.

Winsty understood, that's why Big Horn had enough money to buy strawberry shortcakes.

More and more, she felt that the descriptions in history books could not describe Sherlock Holmes. He helped the police solve crimes, cleared innocent suspects of their charges, and helped homeless people... Of course such a person deserves the title of "kindness" "Two words, how did he get to the step of opening the book of the dead?

Mrs. Hudson: "By the way, I just asked if you would mind sharing the apartment with someone else?"

"I don't mind." Winsty replied, before she came here, she always lived with her friends.

Mrs. Hudson had a bright smile on her face: "If you don't mind, you can go and talk to Sherlock. He rented an entire apartment and left a vacant room."

Wensty smiled at Mrs. Hudson, but did not reply directly. At this time, the ice cream covered with bread crumbs was already frozen. Wensty went to take it out, heated up the pan, poured oil on it, and prepared to fry it .

In the hot oil pan, the skin of the ice cream wrapped in bread crumbs turns an attractive golden yellow, with the aroma of milk and wheat.

Wensty took two boxes, one big and one small. The small box contained the fried ice cream just made, and a layer of ice cubes was spread on the bottom of the big box, and the small box was placed inside the big box to ensure that the ice cream would not be eaten too quickly. Melted and lasted until the moment Mrs. Hudson met her sisters.

Mrs. Hudson tasted a piece first, and it was crispy on the outside and cool on the inside.

"Then I'll go first. If you are interested in co-renting, please tell Sherlock. He doesn't look easy to get close to, but he is actually a nice guy."

"it is good."

After sending Mrs. Hudson away, Winsty sat on the sofa thinking for a long time, afraid that he would not be able to sort out his thoughts, so he took paper and pen to record manually.

She wrote the mission on the top center of the white paper: Kill Sherlock Holmes who opened the seal of the Book of the Dead.

On the left and right ends, draw two lines of "benefits" and "disadvantages".

The benefits of successful mission completion include:

1. The ancient undead will no longer cause harm to the world

2. Demon hunters who died because of catching ancient undead will no longer be sacrificed.

Disadvantages of successful task completion include:

1. Wensty Adams would feel guilty for killing her benefactor

2. According to the prophecy in "Agnes Fengzi's Excellent and Accurate Prophecy Book", Wensty Adams' life will end on the day when the Book of the Dead is prevented from opening

3. The Addams family will lose a loved one

4. The world will lose a brilliant detective and more criminals will go unpunished

5. London's homeless would lose a generous employer

6. William Scott can no longer contribute to the cause of exorcism

There is a very famous line in Shakespeare's "Hamlet": To be or not to be, that is the question.

This line, when it comes to Wensty, can be transformed into: let Sherlock Holmes live or die, that is the question.

Hamlet keeps procrastinating because he has been unable to see the essence of the problem clearly, and Winsty is determined not to make himself a second Hamlet.

She wants to look at its essence through the superficial task. Her purpose of coming 50 years ago is to kill Sherlock Holmes who opened the seal of the Book of the Dead, and solve the problem of the book of the Dead being opened from the root—she did it before She intends to do this—but, after she understands the essence of the mission, she realizes that the root cause of the mission is not the life and death of Sherlock Holmes, but whether the seal of the Book of the Dead is lifted or not.

In other words, as long as she can keep an eye on Sherlock Holmes and ensure that he does not open the seal of the Book of the Dead, all problems can be easily solved, and all the "bad points" in the mission will no longer exist.

When it was close to noon, Winsty found the key to breaking the situation, and she made a decision: she would keep an eye on Sherlock Holmes, and she would share the rent with him.