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

Wensty and Sherlock moved together, and the benefits are very obvious. She can keep an eye on Sherlock, and by the way, she can search for clues related to the Book of the Dead at home.

On the second day after she moved here, she used the excuse of cleaning up the house, and carefully checked the inside and outside, but found nothing related to the book of the dead, and there was not even a hexagram symbol representing the dead in his house.

"Agnes Fengzi's Exquisite and Accurate Prophecy Book" mentioned that Sherlock will get the key key to unseal the Book of the Dead in this year. This year is only at the beginning. It seems that he has not obtained the key yet. key.

Wensty was very happy, and in this way, she was ahead of Sherlock's process of unsealing the Book of the Dead. As long as she paid more attention, Sherlock Holmes would not be able to unseal the Book of the Dead.

Of course, things have both positive and negative sides like a coin. The advantages are obvious, but there are also many disadvantages: Sherlock's home is very messy, and the three words "dirty, messy, and poor" are generally conjoined brothers who will not be alone. Take it apart, but if you add "dirty" and "poor" before and after "mess", this gentleman will be wronged. The table at home is full of instruments in a mess, but there is not even a little dust on the instruments. The sofa, The corners of the cabinets and bookcases are very clean, and he still maintains the habit of changing the bed sheets every two days, each of which is clean and white, and the residues of various reagents used in the experiments are also sorted and packed after harmless treatment. Okay, so his house is just pure chaos.

Wen Sidi sighed: "Sir, you are really a messed up girl!"

Sherlock didn't hesitate at all, he readily accepted the title, and said to Winsty, "Thank you."

"Things are placed in such a mess, it must be difficult for you to find things, right?" Winsty's original intention was to let him develop a good habit of storage, so that it would be easier to find things.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock replied: "I remember where I put all my things. For example, the third book next to your left foot is "Quantum Theory of Radiation". Please pass this book to me, thank you."

Winsty looked down, and there was a stack of thick tomes standing by his left foot. The third book was really "The Quantum Theory of Radiation".

He can really remember where he puts all his things, so there is more than enough reason not to put them away.

In addition to the messy room, there is another disadvantage of sharing the room with Sherlock Holmes that Winsty has never considered before, that is, their genders are not the same——

Mr. Holmes is a standard man, and Winsty is a complete girl, which leads to some awkward situations that inevitably occur between them at certain moments.

For example, Mr. Holmes's work schedule is really strange. This person doesn't seem to need to sleep at all. Anyway, when Wensty is going to sleep, he doesn't feel sleepy at all, and he is doing experiments energetically, while during the day she stretches He stretched his waist, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out the door. He was already sitting on the sofa, holding a book in his hand, and said to her, "Good morning" without looking up.

It doesn't look awkward, it's just having a roommate who goes to bed late and gets up early.But one time, Winsty woke up from a nightmare, sweating profusely, feeling dry mouth, and wanted to go out to get a glass of water.

Wensty's sleep was very shallow. After drinking the water, she basically regained her consciousness. It took a long time for her to feel sleepy again. Unless she was extremely tired, she always woke up easily.So in order to keep her sleepiness, Wensty closed her eyes and groped for the kettle and water cups. It was a blessing that she could remember the approximate location of the things before going to bed in such a messy room and avoid them one by one.

While she was drinking water, she heard a deep voice behind her: "Good evening."

The sound that was originally like the strings on a cello became a little hoarse at night, inexplicably reminiscent of velvet silk.

Wensty opened her eyes, feeling drowsy all over. Fortunately, she had already drank the water, otherwise she would have choked.

The person who made the sound was sitting on the single sofa, his light blue eyes looked crystal clear and moist in the dark night, like transparent spar filled with extremely light sea water, and Wensty's figure was reflected in that pool of sea water.

He has a slender figure, and he does not bend over when sitting on the sofa, his back is always straight, and there is a book with a bronze cover between his knees, judging by the thickness, there are at least a thousand pages, and the incandescent lights in the room are getting colder in the middle of the night cold.

Winsty inexplicably felt that Sherlock, who was sitting quietly in the middle of the night, was very lonely.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" In the middle of the night, her voice was softer than during the day.

"I don't need so much sleep. Sleeping too long will disrupt the body's biological clock, leading to lack of energy and affecting memory."

Is he explaining why he doesn't sleep, or is he telling her on purpose to tell her not to sleep so much.

"Although you don't need that much sleep, I still recommend you go back to bed, because if you stay 5 minutes longer, there is a 70.00% chance that you will have a headache, sneezing and coughing tomorrow morning."

Wensty understood that he was reminding herself to be careful of catching a cold, and then realized that she was only wearing a thin white silk suspender nightdress. She chose silk as a nightdress because it was soft, and she wore it as if it was nothing. The skirt was tightly attached to her body, and the length of the skirt only reached the base of her thighs, revealing a large area of ​​white and smooth skin.

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she replied "thank you", then hurried back to the room, buried her face in the quilt, and didn't fall asleep all night. She really felt dizzy the next morning, but it wasn't Not because of a cold, but because of listlessness.

——Winsti used to live with girls, and never thought about it so much. After this incident, she realized that there are many things that need to be paid more attention to when living with boys.

But Mr. Sherlock Holmes didn't seem to have the consciousness of living with the opposite sex. When we met the next day, he didn't even have the slightest bit of embarrassment. He even saw Wensty rubbing his temples and said: "According to what you ran back to bed last night You won’t catch a cold at a faster speed, your dizziness is due to other reasons, when you ran back last night, your face was flushed due to congestion..."

After a night of mental construction, Wensty smiled calmly and continued rubbing her temples.

Mrs. Hudson told her after Wensty moved in that Sherlock's brain often felt bored (boring), and sometimes he would do some manic behaviors, such as hitting the wall with a wooden barn, making Wensty do not be afraid.

It turned out that this is how the hole in the wall came from, and Wensty nodded understandingly, but she never saw Sherlock Holmes' manic appearance when she moved here, maybe he restrained himself a little in front of the lady?

The answer just popped up in her mind, followed by a red line crossing out the answer and a small red cross on it.

Judging from the previous behaviors, Mr. Sherlock Holmes did not regard her as a woman, or she was genderless in the eyes of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

However, the most inconvenient thing about sharing a room with Mr. Sherlock Holmes is not that he likes to throw things around, nor is it the embarrassment caused by the gender inconsistency between the two, but that Mr. Holmes has the insight of an owl. In his eyes, everything All can be inferred.

Every time Wensty pretended to clean up, but actually searched for something related to the seal of the Book of the Dead, she was always on tenterhooks, for fear that he would find something amiss.

She even searched for ways to disguise on the Internet, and then found Mr. Holmes' website according to the relevant word link.

The name of his website is "Deductive Method". Every aspect of this fact can be deduced, and all the consequences that will follow from it can be deduced.

Winsty browsed his website carefully, and found that this gentleman had generously recorded various discoveries in his life. In his opinion, people have profound knowledge, and after investigation and research, they can see through the incidents. One ring sees through the entire cause and effect.

This has become his belief and has been implemented in his life. Wensty has been wondering whether he really believed her words, believing that she came to London and shared a rent with him out of respect for William Scott. Can you find out the truth behind the lies?

However, he may not be able to see her real purpose, but he can definitely see her destination tonight.

After finishing work, Winsty rushed home, ignored Sherlock's "good afternoon", rushed into the room to tidy up for a while, and when she came out again, the sun had already said goodbye to the citizens of London.

Winsty appeared in front of Sherlock again with proper makeup, a black cashmere cardigan sweater and a calf-length red skirt, earrings, lipstick, and small square heels and high heels on her feet were all the same shade of red.

Oh, she also sprayed perfume, and the moment she closed the door, there was a smell of freesia. She must have sprayed the perfume in the air, and she swirled several times in the fine liquid that fell.

"If you want to go to a musical, you shouldn't wear high heels. The musical will end at 45:[-], and the audience will pour out of the theater like bees after the show. Seeing a taxi is like seeing pollen. You probably won't be able to stop it." To the taxi, you have to walk back by yourself."

Sherlock was ready for her to ask him, why did he know she was going to the musical?

But Wensti didn't want to know what clues he used to judge that she was going to go to the musical tonight. She had been packing for too long, and she really didn't have enough time, so she only left one sentence: "Someone will send me back, goodbye."

So he hurried downstairs and stopped a taxi. The moment he got into the taxi, he heard the sound of bullets penetrating the wall.