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

The ability to hail a taxi anytime and anywhere is only possessed by Sherlock, and Wensty also forgot that he has this ability, so she really doesn't have to travel all the way to deliver him an umbrella.

The human brain sometimes selectively forgets some things in order to complete an adventure.

When the night rain came, all the taxis on the street were stopped. Pedestrians who couldn't get a taxi put their heads in their clothes and quickened their pace, and many people stood under the eaves to wait for the rain to stop.

Wensty walked in the direction of the Grand Theatre, the street lamps splashed a yellow light on the wet ground, and from time to time, a running pedestrian bumped into her, and the umbrella tilted due to the impact, and the water splashed on her shoulders.

Winsty doesn't know many people in London, the only acquaintances are on Baker Street, Crowley bears the name of third uncle but doesn't care about her, Aziraphale doesn't like to come out on rainy nights, He felt that the splashed sewage would stain his white clothes, so when a black car pulled up in front of Wensty with its headlights shining on her, it never occurred to her that the car was looking for her , holding an umbrella and walked around from the side.

The car door opened, and came out a lady wearing a delicate suit and skirt, with long light blond hair tied into a high ponytail. Although her facial features were not outstanding, she looked like an elite.

She stopped Wensty: "Someone wants to see you."

Then Wensty followed her into the car... Forced to follow her into the car, if she hadn't shown her hands in the suit to Wensty, Wensty wouldn't have went with her.

Wensty's black umbrella leaned against the car door, and the rain fell all over the place.

The elite lady sat next to her, didn't talk to her, and kept her head down, fiddling with her mobile phone.

Wensty couldn't figure out what was going on, would anyone in London want to see her?

This is really not like a kidnapping. According to the general routine of kidnapping, her hands and feet should be tied with ropes, her eyes should be covered with black cloth, and a large ball of cotton should be stuffed into her mouth, but they couldn't even Her mobile phone was not taken away.

Winsty remembered that she had sent Sherlock a message before: It's raining at night, I'm here to bring you an umbrella.

Sherlock didn't reply, I don't know if he saw it?

The phone is still on her body, should she call Sherlock for help?

It never occurred to Winsty that when she was facing potential danger, it would be Sherlock Holmes who could save her.

Ms. Elite noticed very keenly that Wensty had pulled out her cell phone, but she ignored it. Instead, she told Wensty, "It doesn't work. Ordinary cell phones don't even have a signal in this car."

Wensty looked at the phone page, and the signal bar was all gray.

"Uh... I want to ask, where is this going?"

"It's useless to ask."

"..."

She now thinks it was a kidnapping.

The car drove into a large factory. In the empty factory stood a man with an umbrella in his hand and a neat suit. He stood in a retro modern posture, reminiscent of jazz in the 50s and [-]s. Opposite him was a a chair.

The car stopped ten meters away from him, and Wen Sidi knew that this was the person who wanted to see her.

The factory was dark, and his face was buried in the darkness.

"Sit down, Miss Adams." He pointed to the chair with the umbrella in his hand.

Wensty went to sit opposite him and sat down. As the distance got closer, his appearance was also clear from the darkness. His facial features were well-groomed, but his shortcoming was that he was a little fat, and his hairline seemed to recede. There was a smile on his face, but Winsty thought it was a lion's smile—smiling, but sending a message of menace.

"Good evening." He said after seeing Winsty sit down.

"Good evening," Winsty looked at him, "what can I do for you?"

He tapped the ground with his umbrella, and met the fearless gaze of the girl opposite, with great interest: "You don't look scared at all."

Wensty was apprehensive, but there was a difference between apprehension and fear. Thanks to the training of a demon hunter, she rarely encountered things that really frightened her. The psychological quality of a demon hunter must pass the test Well, there are so many terrifying demons and ghosts in the world, if her mental endurance is so poor, how can she hunt them down.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Winsty said.

The person on the other side laughed loudly after hearing her words: "You are such a brave lady."

Although he said words of praise, there was no appreciation in his eyes: "Braveness is just a cover for stupidity."

Winsty: "..."

He held the handle of the umbrella with both hands, and asked with great interest, "What is your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?"

"roommate."

"But you feel very close."

He took out his phone, pointed the screen at Wensty, and showed pictures of her and Sherlock together on different occasions. The last one was the night when she came back from the theater. She grabbed Sherlock's sleeve and he led her away. Photo.

In that photo, she looked like a fool who couldn't take care of herself.

"Obviously it's not just roommates, is it?"

When you encounter a question that you can't answer, just throw it back, Wensty: "Since you don't believe it, then what do you think we are related to?"

He didn't give an answer: "Sherlock and I are enemies. If Sherlock is to say, I am his sworn enemy. The relationship between us is complicated. You help me keep an eye on him and report his movements to me at any time. I will do you good."

"What's the benefit?"

"Money, fame, opening your dessert shop all over the UK, or even the whole world...Obviously these are not what you want. I haven't found what you want yet, why don't you say it yourself."

Winsty smiled, and said word by word: "I want Sherlock Holmes to die."

Her eyes, like black glass, sparkled in the dim light.

The smile on the face of the opposite person froze for a few seconds, and then melted away: "It's an interesting idea, then we can cooperate."

"I won't cooperate with you," Winsty said, "You are his brother, how can you sincerely cooperate with me?"

The two Holmes brothers do not look alike. Sherlock Holmes looks like a young eagle, while his elder brother looks like a lion lurking in the depths of the jungle. However, the way they both speak has a sense of self-confidence overlooking all living beings. At one point, the two of them seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

Especially when he said "you are such a brave lady" and "bravery is just a stupid cover", such words that were first praised and then derogatory were spoken by Sherlock once this morning after she explained the ghost's motives.

Mrs. Hudson said before that Sherlock has an older brother who works in the government, and it must be the one in front of him.

"So you've already seen it," he held out his hand to Winsty, "Mycroft."

"Although you already know my name, I should introduce myself out of courtesy, Wensty Adams." Wensty shook hands with him.

"Are you really not considering my proposal?"

"Can you give me what I want?"

"You have lived with Sherlock for so long, there are many opportunities to kill him, but you didn't do it, you don't want him to die. I can help you arrange a brand new apartment on Baker Street, but you don't want to move are you going out?"

Wensty has been wondering if the Holmes family has been trained to speak so fast.

"You're right," said Winsty, "I really don't want to move out."

"Isn't it okay that you don't have to share the apartment with Sherlock? To be honest, he is not a good roommate. Not everyone can bear the lifestyle of being eye-catching in the microwave."

"But I can bear it."

Her family had stranger ways of life than this.

In the TV series that Mrs. Hudson is chasing, the hero's sister once gave 1000 million to the hero's lover, and wanted the hero's lover to get out with the money.

The current situation is that Winsty is the hapless lover of the heroine in the TV series.

How did the unlucky lover in the TV series convince the hero to have his sister.

Winsty recalled Mrs. Hudson's vivid description, and told Mycroft exactly: "I really adore your brother."

Mycroft had promised to find her an empty flat, and if she insisted on staying with Sherlock, there was no better reason than her admiration for him.

Mycroft's expression twitched slightly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Wensty, a row of king characters appeared on his forehead.

Winsty repeated: "I really adore your brother, Sherlock."

Mycroft cleared his throat: "Why?"

"I admire his wisdom. I came to London because of William Scott. You must know that William Scott was Sherlock's former name."

"Yes, that was a little rebellion of his," said Mycroft, as the tip of his umbrella began to strike the ground again, "but he is Sherlock Holmes now."

Winsty: "What does that matter?"

Mycroft's gaze was quite meaningful: "It doesn't matter, it's just two names of the same person."

Winsty always felt that his words hid a deeper meaning.

"Nice to meet you, Winsty."

Generally, this sentence appears either in the opening statement or in the conclusion.

Winsty: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes. I hope we won't meet in a factory next time."

When Wensty turned to leave, she found that the elite lady had been fiddling with her mobile phone, and she came close to the Lianliankan interface.

Isn't it, are you government workers so casual?The boss is nearby and playing mobile games so aboveboard.

Mycroft: "Cisia, take Miss Adams to the London Coliseum."

Cicia nodded and opened the car door for Wensty.

After Winsty got into the car, he nodded at Mycroft, indicating that the matter had been settled.

In the next second, Mycroft received a video from Sisia, and the conversation between him and Winsty was recorded.

He transmitted the video to Sherlock, and specially attached a sentence: Hereis a gift for you."

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