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

The actor who was about to take the curtain call on the stage tremblingly walked under Elizabeth Lancenot, looked up and saw her pale face, and called her a few words, but Elizabeth Lancenot did not respond.

The actors and theater staff planned to find a way to untie Elizabeth, who was hanging high on the beams of the theater, but before the elevated ladder could be moved, the body fell straight down.

"She's dead!" exclaimed the staff who rushed up to check.

This sentence is like throwing a bomb on the water that was originally not calm, causing the fish to flee in all directions. Some of the audience rushed out of the door, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, while the other part of the audience rushed towards the stage. On the run, most of this part of the audience are fans of Elizabeth Lancenot. They couldn't accept the news that their favorite actor had died, and they thought it was an oolong.

The demon Crowley has seen too many deaths. He himself is the root cause of human death, but the two people around him are different. The cheap grandniece Winsty is a member of the Adams family. The family's attitude towards death It's strange, don't worry about her, but Crowley has to show ten times more patience to comfort Aziraphale, he is soft-hearted and can't see human beings suffer.

Crowley patted Aziraphale's shoulder with one hand, put the other hand in his trouser pocket, and led him to the door, thinking about treating him to a meal, he called his cheap grandniece along the way: "Let's go .”

Wensty took two steps, hesitated for a few seconds, and said to Crowley and Aziraphale, "You guys go first." Then she ran towards the stage with big strides.

"What are you going to do—" Aziraphale shouted behind her, the surrounding noise was too loud to overwhelm his voice, and Wensty didn't respond. He looked at Crowley and asked, "Where is she going?" what?"

Crowley recalled that someone in the Adams family liked to admire and praise corpses, and wrote poems, so he replied: "She probably went to 'art appreciation'."

There was a circle of people around Elizabeth Lancenot's body, and Winsty managed to squeeze in to stop the bold staff from moving her body: "Don't move the body at will, wait for the professionals to come."

Rosa Morrison, the head of the troupe, glanced at Wensty, thinking that the little girl was a theater fan who couldn't accept Elizabeth's death and was just making trouble, and gestured to the staff, telling them to move on and ignore Wensty .

Rosa Morrison is the founder and director of the Morrison Theatre. She wears silver-rimmed glasses, and her light brown hair is coiled into a high sideburn. Although she is old, she still looks energetic and extremely Thin, with a cold expression on his face, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Wensti passed through the crowd, squeezed to her side, and repeated what she said just now earnestly. Rosa Morrison looked at her, sized her up for a while, and asked, "What's your name, and how old are you this year?"

Winsty didn't understand why Rosa Morrison asked this, but she could see that she didn't take her own words seriously, so she didn't answer her, but silently recited a spell so that no one else could get close, and moved Elizabeth. The staff of Lancenot's corpse couldn't move their feet.

Wensty looked out from the gap in the crowd, and Aziraphale and Crowley were no longer seen in the entire theater. It is estimated that the two of them have already left, but she can't leave yet, at least she has to guard the corpse and wait until the police just come.

Wensty read on Sherlock's website that if you don't have enough professional knowledge, don't move the body of the deceased, otherwise it will easily destroy the clues left on the body.

However, she didn't have to wait long. It didn't take long for the police from Scotland Yard to arrive. The arrival of the police brought order back to the current chaotic situation, and the crowd at the entrance of the theater was evacuated in an orderly manner.

"Who called the police?" After Rosa Morrison saw the police, a sharp light appeared from the lens of her glasses, like an ice machine, freezing the surrounding air.

It is very normal for someone to call the police, but Rosa Morrison looked very unhappy.

"Is tonight's drama still exciting?" A familiar low voice came from behind Winsty. She turned her head and found that the stranger's place behind her was replaced by Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock was wearing a black tweed overcoat, the collar of which touched Westy's hair. When she turned her head, she fell into a light blue net.

"Why are you here?" Wensty asked.

"Obviously." Sherlock turned his head, and Winsty saw Inspector Lestrade deploying work for his subordinates, and he came with Inspector Lestrade.

The original expression appeared on Wensty's face.

"Has anyone moved the body?" Sherlock entered the working mode in the next second, his tone was serious, giving off a majesty that could not be denied.

"No." Winston replied.

The staff on the side added: "We want to move, but this lady won't let us move."

"Well done." Sherlock stepped out from behind Wensty, and gave Wensty a genuinely appreciative look.

When Wensti broke the spell when he was close to Elizabeth's corpse, the staff who originally moved the corpse felt very strange, and couldn't help asking: "Why is he able to get close to the corpse?"

"Maybe the corpse doesn't like you touching it." Wensti replied casually.

Sherlock walked up to Elizabeth, stretched out his hand and sighed at her, and took off the thick hemp rope around her neck. There was a light purple mark on Elizabeth's fair neck, and then Sherlock took off her blouse again. The shoes, Elizabeth's white ankles were exposed, those are really a pair of very beautiful feet, just like a piece of white jade.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock's behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the fans around him. The actor they liked was dead, lying on the ground like a blank sheet of paper at the mercy of others.

"He was examining the cause of Ms. Lancenot's death." Winston replied for Sherlock who was concentrating on the examination.

After Detective Lestrade finished arranging tasks for his subordinates, he brought two police officers onto the stage to evacuate the audience on the stage.

"Ma'am," Inspector Lestrade walked to Wensty's side, trying to persuade her not to watch, but after finding out that it was an old acquaintance, he greeted, "Winsty!"

"Good evening, Inspector."

"Did you come to see the show too?"

"Yes."

"one person?"

"Lestrade, this is not your class reunion." Sherlock said suddenly.

Lestrade: ...

"Winsty, get out of here first." Lestrade said to Wensty.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Now that Sherlock and the police detectives from Scotland Yard have arrived, there is no need for Wensty to stay here any longer. She was just about to say goodbye to Sherlock when she heard him say, "Winsty doesn't need to leave."

Sherlock stood up: "She is my assistant."

Ok?

Winsty couldn't understand, when did she become his assistant?

Winsty's cell phone flashed, and she received a new message from her third uncle, Crowley, who said the car was parked outside and told her to get out quickly.

Crowley had already driven Aziraphale to the hotel, but Aziraphale began to worry that it would not be safe for Wensty to go home at night, what if he got in a black car?

Crowley told him: "Winsty will be fine. I give the Adams family a blessing every year."

Aziraphale rubbed his fingers, and asked again: "Then what if she can't get a taxi?"

Just because of Aziraphale's words, Crowley gritted his teeth, stepped on the gas pedal of the car while waiting for the meal, and returned to the theater, complaining about his cheap grandniece Wensty in his heart along the way.

On the other hand, Wen Sidi was surprised and moved that the third uncle was still waiting for her outside.In the part of her memory with Crowley, Crowley always did his own way and spoke in a strange way, and Wensty and his friendship were built on Aziraphale and salted egg yolk malt biscuits. It's just that it's not very strong. After becoming a relative, he treats her a lot better.

Winsty, who didn't know the truth, was immersed in the warm filter of family affection. She said to Sherlock, "Sir, I should go."

Sherlock slammed his mouth and spit out a word: "No."

Winsty: "Why?"

"Sherlock just said you were his assistant." Inspector Lestrade, who was sandwiched between Wensty and Sherlock but ignored, tried hard to regain his sense of existence.

"But I can't help you here?"

"Don't belittle yourself, Winsty," Sherlock smiled encouragingly, "You are already the greatest help here."

Inspector Lestrade Sandwich Biscuit felt that he heard a very special sentence. He silently wrote it down and planned to go home and tell his wife.But now...he looked at Sherlock, then at Wensty...he felt that it was better not to mess around with his presence.

Lestrade silently participated in the evacuation.

When a gentleman said such things to a lady, it was inevitable that people would not think too much about it. Mr. Holmes could be called a gentleman, and Winsty could also be called a lady, but she didn't think too much about it.

Winsty waited quietly for Sherlock to finish the rest of his sentence: "If you're here, the goldfish won't bother me with such bland and obvious questions."

Look, she just said there was nothing else in his words.

"But my third uncle is still waiting for me outside. It's not good to let the elders wait."

"Did you come to the theater with your third uncle?"

"There is another friend."

"Then you let them go first. Since they left you alone in the theater, it means that at least one of them doesn't want to take you with them. The two of them are likely to be each other's date. Waiting for you is just out of elders. You may have disturbed their two-person world."

What Sherlock said makes sense. Winsty never thought that there was a relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale other than friendship, but she was in England, and there was something more than friendship between the two men. It's so normal.

After Sherlock's little touch, Winsty felt a sudden sense of relief, and Crowley's different treatment was reasonably explained.

So the filial junior Wensty sent a text message to Crowley: Leave me alone, I wish you a happy day.

Crowley stepped on the gas pedal angrily after receiving the message.

The author has something to say: In view of the many questions left in the comments by the cuties, I have read them all, and now I will explain a few of the most frequently asked questions.One is whether this article is he or be. You can rest assured that there may be a little knife hidden in the article (really not many), but it is definitely a happy ending.The other is the setting of the Addams family. The Addams family was originally a comic. The movies, TV and animations we see are all adapted from the comics. Therefore, the Adams family in this article is basically a collection of the above versions, but in the form of Mostly movies.