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

Nicole Gus's performance ended, and a few more seats in the auditorium were filled during the curtain call. Emily stopped the rest of the police who were about to go up to arrest her, and let her finish her last line. She was taken away I was in a good mood, and I looked at Emily with relief, and said softly, "I haven't seen the real sunshine outside for a long time."

Nicole Guss has been living underground, and after ten years, she stands back in people's field of vision again.

Emily struggled to hold back the tears from her eyes, keeping them from escaping.

Outside the gate of the Grand Theater, there were countless media reporters waiting for Nicole Guss together with the sunshine. This group of people who heard the news blocked the entrance of the Grand Theater, and at the distance when Nicole Guss walked to the police car , They all rushed forward, the microphone hit her face, and they kept asking for details and secrets in the case.

This situation is exactly what Nicole Gus wants. She needs more media outlets to expose the hidden black dealings of the Morrisons troupe. She said into a microphone closest to her mouth: "I will explain everything. everything."

The ghost homicide at the Grand Theater is officially over, and only Sherlock and Winsty are left in the dimly lit theater.

Wensty came back from the toilet with mixed emotions. There was a demon among her relatives. If it were someone else’s family, she would have been so frightened that she would have invited a priest to exorcise the demon. On the contrary, it's amazing.

Sherlock has never believed in gods, ghosts and ghosts, so it is an unsolved mystery to him that there are no obvious traces of transportation on the corpse.

He walked around the underground world of the London Coliseum repeatedly, muttering in his mouth: "There must be a small place that has been overlooked. What could it be? There are strangle marks on her neck, purple, very colorful Dan, it only appeared after death..."

He would never have thought that this was a little trick performed by the devil in order to fulfill the performance target of intimidating the world, so he chose the most ritualistic one, letting the actors take a curtain call on the stage.

Seeing Sherlock who was going berserk, Winsty sighed secretly: Atheists are like a pair of bright eyes covered by a black cloth in this matter.

She called Sherlock: "Sir, let's go to lunch."

The two of them tossed the whole morning, and now it's long past the normal time for lunch, and they can drink afternoon tea and have snacks in a while.

"No, I need to stay hungry. Hunger keeps my brain clear."

Wensti said silently in her heart: No matter how clear your brain is, you would never have guessed that the devil has tampered with this matter.

Winsty: "Does a full meal affect your brain's thinking?"

"Of course it is. A full meal will allow more blood to flow to the stomach and intestines. The blood supply to the brain will not be as sufficient as before, and the regulation of nerve excitation will affect brain activity... There is no sign of swelling on her feet, which is once again It means that the rope was tied after her death, and there is such a long distance from the dressing room to the stage, not only did no one notice it, but there was no sign of it moving at all, the person who performed this kind of operation is really clever..."

"As long as you believe that this is not done by mortals, the problem will be solved easily." Winsty muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said, sir, you are in a state of hunger and your brain hasn't figured out the answer. It's better to have a meal. Don't starve yourself. I saw a good Chinese restaurant before. We You can try it."

Winsty was the only one who walked out of the London Coliseum afterwards, and Sherlock not only declined her invitation to lunch, but also said that she disturbed his thinking.

Winsty turned and walked away.

The Chinese restaurant is not far from the Grand Theatre. Both the exterior and the interior decoration are very Chinese-style. Every cubicle is separated by a screen. The boss and the waiters in the store wear traditional Chinese coats and cheongsams.

Wensty turned his anger into appetite, and ticked off all the recommended dishes on the menu.

The waiter in a clear white cheongsam asked, "Do you have any other friends coming?"

"No."

There was anger in Wensty's tone, so let Sherlock think about breaking his head alone.

The waiter took away the menu with a smile and asked Wensty to wait for a while, and the dishes would be served immediately.She withdrew, closed the screen, and handed the order to the back kitchen and said to another waiter: "The customer is a little angry."

After a while, a cup of chrysanthemum tea was delivered to the compartment where Wensty was.

The aroma of chrysanthemums oozes from the warm water.

Wensti once went to China to stay for a period of time, not only caught the evil spirits everywhere, but also learned a lot of Chinese dim sum recipes, and also had a certain understanding of Chinese food culture.

Chinese people have always believed that drinking tea can promote health, and different teas have different effects, and the chrysanthemum tea in front of her has the effect of clearing heat and reducing fire.

It seems that her anger is too obvious, but who can blame it?Not to blame the curly-haired roommate in the big theater.

Wensty took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea in front of her, and the aroma of chrysanthemum filled her mouth.

In her mind, she recalled the moment when he opened the wooden barn just now, there was no light blue in those light blue eyes, just like the sea was so calm before the storm, not even a breath of wind blew.

At that moment, Wen Sidi felt that he was extremely strange, and her heart was seized by a burst of fear. She called out his name in surprise, trying to stop him.

But the trigger had already been pulled, and she didn't know that there was no bullet in the wooden bin. She only thought that Nicole Gus would fall to the ground in the next second, lifeless.

From that moment, Wensty seemed to be able to see the future scene where Sherlock insisted on opening the Book of the Dead regardless of any dissuasion.

Fortunately, he knew that there were no bullets in the wooden bin.

When Sherlock said that there were no bullets in the wooden warehouse, Wensty returned to the ground with a hanging heart, and subconsciously hugged Sherlock, completely subconsciously, without any deep thought. If she thought about it, instead There is no such hug.

She always had a balance in her heart. Sometimes she felt that Sherlock, who always regarded feelings as a drag bottle, was indifferent and unreasonable in his bones, and sometimes she felt that he was a rare person with a clear heart in this world.

Wensty can find the familiarity of the Adams family in Sherlock, with strange thinking and behavior, and a unique sense of responsibility and kindness. She can plunge into the things she likes without asking for anything in return.

When she was halfway through the chrysanthemum tea in her cup, the dishes came, and with them came Sherlock Holmes himself, who had annoyed her just now.

He sat on the seat opposite Wensti. There was only one pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table. The waiter added another pair of bowls and chopsticks with a wink, and served him a cup of black tea.

Winsty glanced at him, but he knew how to choose the time, and came just in time for dinner.

There are a lot of dishes on the table, half of which are from the eight major cuisines, as well as soup and dessert.Winsty pretended that no one was sitting in front of him, and scooped a spoonful of soup into the bowl by himself. When he tasted it, the sweetness exploded, like stuffing a mouthful of unprocessed white sugar into his mouth.

She felt flustered, so she quickly poured a glass of water and drank it.

Is this bowl of soup chicken soup or sweet soup? Is the chef in a relationship recently, so the sugar is extra generous?

Sherlock watched Wensty's every move. When he walked in just now, she clearly noticed it, but deliberately pretended not to see it, and didn't say a word to him.

When Wensty was about to take another sip of the soup, Sherlock dissuaded her: "Take another sip and it will taste the same. 80.00% of the Chinese restaurants in London are just under the banner of authenticity, and this one is no exception, but the real Authentic Chinese restaurants specialize in one type of taste and technique, and you look at the dishes on the table..."

There are spicy and sweet, stuffy boiled, soup and desserts on the table.

"Although the waiters here wear Chinese clothes, their accents sound like they are from the countryside of London, Liverpool or Scotland. If you want to eat Chinese food, you should not choose this restaurant."

Sherlock finished speaking a lot of words very quickly, then took a sip of the black tea in front of him gracefully, raised his eyebrows, like a curly cat that only wants to be caressed by its master.

This was a signal that Sherlock was looking for praise, and it spread to Wensty, but she blocked it with the shield.

Wensty tried other dishes on her own. Sherlock was right, this is not an authentic Chinese restaurant.

Sherlock, who had been ignored all the time, frowned: "Why didn't you talk to me?"

"Aren't I afraid to disturb your thinking?"

After Sherlock told Winsty not to worry, his brain could think and talk at the same time, he grinned.

Sherlock felt that he was already very understanding. He had never used this kind of understanding on Mycroft. He had made it very clear that Wensty could talk to him without any scruples. I have been picking up vegetables and tasting them, as if I didn't understand his explanation.

"Why don't you speak?"

Wensty glanced at Sherlock lightly: "Be quiet, you're interrupting my food tasting."

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A side note:

After a long time, Sherlock, who had been claiming that he would have no friends, was slapped in the face, and John Watson became his best friend and also Winsty's bosom friend.

John and Sherlock's friendship is built on their love of adventure.

John and Winsty's friendship is based on their mutual displeasure with Sherlock.

Sherlock knew that John, Winsty, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Mycroft and Mary had a tea party every Saturday night at Winston's sweet shop.

A few of them sat around a round table, which was filled with all kinds of desserts. The desserts were provided by Winsty for free.

Sherlock is not eligible to participate in the tea party, because the theme of the tea party is always: those moments when you and I were mad at Sherlock.

He can only sit at another table alone, and desserts are also placed on the table, and he pays.

The author has something to say: this case is over, and the next volume is starting