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

Sherlock Holmes has a very practical skill: he can hail an empty taxi no matter when and where.

He opened the door for Winstie and let her sit in first.

"Sherlock," Lestrade trotted up from behind and called to them, "are you leaving?"

The case is not over yet!

Lestrade caught a thief near Baker Street this evening, and stopped by Sherlock when passing by No. 221. In fact, the visit to Sherlock was fake, but it was true that he wanted to have dinner with Mrs. Hudson——Lestrade De's wife called him at noon, saying that he was going to Paris.

Of course, Sherlock saw Lestrade's careful thoughts at a glance, and pointed out that Lestrade's wife was not really in Paris, but in a bar in London named after the city of "Paris". De now can go to see another side of his wife.

Of course Lestrade didn't go, he stayed with Sherlock until very late, he vaguely felt that there was something different in Sherlock's house, but he couldn't tell the difference.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Lestrade received a call: someone was killed at the London Grand Theatre, vehicles were congested at the entrance of the theater, and the audience panicked, and a stampede easily occurred.

Lestrade then said goodbye to Sherlock, but did not expect that Sherlock would go with him.

Sherlock is interested in murders. Lestrade is very clear, but he doesn't want to go and see where people die. He is only interested in murders. Lestrade reminds Sherlock: "It doesn't have to be A murder, perhaps an accident!"

But Sherlock had already put on his coat and walked down the stairs.

When Lestrade met Winsty at the Grand Theater, he realized that Sherlock might not have come with him because of the murder.

Sherlock turned back: "Lestrade, surveillance video is your best friend."

This case might have aroused his interest in the Victorian era, but now it is the 21st century with advanced technology. The emergence of surveillance video has caused the crime rate to plummet. If the murderer cannot be found with the surveillance video, Scotland Yard may Collective resignation is worthy of taxpayers.

Sherlock's clothes fluttered, and he got into the taxi, which rushed into the night.

Lestrade stayed where he was, with a clear expression on his face: Sherlock really didn't come with him for the murder.

Lestrade's cell phone rang, he glanced at the notes, and quickly connected: "Good evening, sir."

The sudden death of a famous actor has caused great repercussions. The person on the other end of the phone has heard what happened at the Grand Theater tonight: "Thank you for your hard work. The public will be proud of having such a dedicated and hardworking police officer like you."

"Where are you, this is our original duty."

After some pleasantries, we finally got to the point.

"Has Sherlock left yet?"

"Yes, sir."

"With the lady from last time?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you, Inspector Lestrade, and good-bye."

After the phone call ended, Lestrade looked into the distance. There were no people on the street, the surrounding shops were also closed, the lights were sparse, and the taxi that Sherlock and the others took had already disappeared.

If Sherlock knew Lestrade's conjecture, he would praise him rarely, because he did not come to the Grand Theater for the murder.

When he reminded Winsty not to wear high heels to the theater because she would have to walk back if she couldn't catch a car, Winsty said someone would take her back.

This sentence caught Sherlock's attention. Before Wensty kept saying that she was lonely and unaccompanied in London. Although he knew that she lied about renting a house, he still couldn't figure out the real reason for Wensty's approaching him. Intent, if she still knew someone in London, was approaching him a well-planned group move?

From the moment Wensty got into the taxi, her upper and lower eyelids were like magnets, constantly attracting each other.

She finally couldn't resist, and said to Sherlock before falling into sleep, "Sir, call me when you arrive."

After finishing speaking, Wensti finally closed her eyes. She didn't know why she was more sleepy in the car than lying in bed, and fell asleep peacefully with her head leaning against the car door.

Sherlock remembered the little white cat raised by the neighbor next door. He knew that the width of the cat's field of vision is 285 degrees, which is much wider than the width of the human's field of vision of 210 degrees. It is said that it can see things obliquely behind, so he experimented several times. But most of the time when Sherlock touched it, it was sleeping, and Wensty looked similar to it, with her eyelashes trembling slightly and her body curled up.

Wensty didn't sleep very soundly in the car, the door would always vibrate when the car was driving, she could only change her position, leaning her head on the back of the seat, she maintained this neck-sore position , until the car turned a corner and entered another street.

Winsty didn't realize that her head was leaning against Sherlock's shoulder. She only thought that she was leaning against the car door again, but the door stopped shaking.

Sherlock turned his head slightly, and his chin touched Wensty's long hair as smooth as black jade, and the dim light of the taxi fell on her forehead, eyes, and bridge of nose.

Sherlock smelled the scent of white roses again, stealthily and boldly infiltrating his nostrils like a thief.

Winsty was in a daze in her sleep, she felt that the driver must be a very clean person, otherwise why would there be such a pleasant smell of detergent, and it was so similar to Sherlock's usual one.

Wensty rubbed unconsciously, more like that little white cat——

When Sherlock and the little white cat met for the first time, it just stared at Sherlock for a while, then walked over slowly and rubbed against his trouser legs.

The sweat glands of cats are particularly developed. Its scent glands are on the head. They release odors in places where they feel at ease, marking their territory-this is why they like to rub people-as for people rubbing people...

It was also the first time for Sherlock to be rubbed by someone, and he still couldn't make a complete deduction, but in the end it didn't push Wensty away.

"Sir and miss, you are here." The taxi stopped at the gate of No. 221 Baker Street.

Sherlock paid, and then called to sleeping Winsty: "We're here."

A special reminder was set for this sentence in Wensty's mind. She was afraid that she would sleep too deeply, and Sherlock thought she couldn't wake up, so he threw her into the taxi.

"Ah."

Winsty nodded emphatically, indicating that he had heard it, but he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he pulled Sherlock's sleeve and groped to get out of the car.

If Mrs. Hudson had not slept, she would have seen the strange sight of the two lodgers: Sherlock, like a shepherd, followed by a willing lamb.

With rare patience, Sherlock led Winsty without knocking against the door rail or stumbling on the stairs.

"There is a step at ten o'clock in front of you on the left." Sherlock directed Wensty's actions.

Winsty stepped forward with his left foot.

"Take too much stride and you'll miss out."

Winsty stepped back.

"Very good, Mike."

Winsty took a step to the left.

……

The fruit peddler on Baker Street closed his stall, and he glanced at him strangely as he passed by.

Sherlock led Wensti upstairs. She closed her eyes and avoided all the "roadblocks". After washing her face and removing the makeup on her face, she walked back to the room and lay down on her back. On the bed, I opened my eyes again and it was just dawn.

Wensty looked at his watch, it was 47:[-], a rare early morning.

But her roommate got up earlier than her.

The curtains in the living room were wide open, and the morning light slipped into the room. Sherlock sat on the sofa with his back to the sun and said to her, "Good morning."

"Good morning, sir." Winsty poured out a glass of water and drank it down. She always believed that she must drink a glass of water on an empty stomach every day to promote intestinal peristalsis, but she was too stubborn to eat breakfast in order to sleep late.

But getting up early today, she can make breakfast leisurely, and prepare one for her roommate Sherlock by the way. She is not a person who eats alone, and she still remembers how Sherlock led her back home step by step.

Sherlock likes to keep his "collection" in the refrigerator, so Winsty bought a small refrigerator to store ingredients.

She opened the refrigerator and asked Sherlock, "Sir, can you use chopsticks?"

She is going to make Chinese noodles.

Sherlock didn't answer her, and made a "hum" to show his attitude. It seemed that Wensty asked an unnecessary question. He was Sherlock Holmes, so how could he not know how to use chopsticks.

Wensti started to cook the noodles. She took out the fancy vermicelli from the refrigerator and boiled a pot of water. While waiting for the water to boil, she chopped the scallions and added them to the salt and soy sauce. , At this time, there was a pleasant violin sound.

Standing in the morning light, Sherlock played the first movement of "Spring" in Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" concerto. Although London is not yet hot, it is already the season of late spring and early summer.

After the water was boiled, the heat came up, and the noodles were cooked to the sound of music.

Winsty felt that such a morning was wonderful, and she had almost forgotten that just a month ago she had tried her best to kill the man by the window.

It didn't take long to cook two bowls of noodles. Wensti also put two eggs and some vegetables on the noodles and brought them to the table.

"Sir, it's breakfast."

Sherlock put away the piano, sat on the seat opposite Wensty, and asked her a very serious question: "Why do you keep calling me Mr.?"

Wensty couldn't answer this question either. Ever since he knew that he was both Sherlock Holmes and William Scott, his cognition had become confused, and he didn't know which name was better, so he simply called him Mr.

The best way to not answer a question is to throw it back: "Any questions?"

"No." He picked up the chopsticks.

Sherlock Holmes can't use chopsticks, that's impossible.

Wensti likes Chinese food and Chinese culture, and she also knows that there is a word in Chinese called "uninvited guest", which means someone who comes uninvited, such as Inspector Lestrade standing outside the door at this time .

"Morning..." Lestrade's "good morning" got stuck in his throat after seeing Wensty who opened the door.

He knew what was different about Sherlock's house.