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

As soon as it was daylight in the early morning, Winsty rolled over and got out of bed.

She got up extra early, contrary to the norm, there must be a reason for it.

Last night, she wrapped herself in the quilt, fell asleep in a daze, and had a vivid and bizarre dream.

In the dream, she was very close to Sherlock.

It was also night in the dream, the room did not turn on the lights, it was just pure blackness, but she could distinguish the person in front of her, his skin was pale, and the blue blood vessels on his neck could be seen.

In the darkness, the color of his eyes was a pure blue that she had never seen before. Although it was a cold color, it seemed to be burning with flames. Her shadow was reflected in this piece of sea water and this piece of flame, falling and burning.

He approached her, his hands were still warm, the backs of his hands slowly slipped from her cheeks down her neck to her waist... His breath enveloped her.

Her heart was extremely flustered, just like a dense and quiet forest, a ferocious beast was stirring in the forest, trampling the branches and fallen leaves on the ground unceremoniously.

In the dark night sky, two bursting streamline sparks appeared, one surrounded the other, fluttering like two feathers in the sky, and the tail of the spark emitted a brilliant red light, flying straight to the ground .

Not knowing whether she flew into the sky or the spark hit the ground, Wensty felt an incandescent flame burning her body.

She didn't realize, didn't struggle, and didn't resist, she just willingly sank into the flames.

Wensti woke up from the dream, most of her head was buried in the quilt, a thin layer of sticky sweat appeared on her body, and her face was flushed.

She pulled the quilt back a little, and her breathing became much easier.

It was still before dawn, and the surrounding area was quiet, except for her, no one knew about the vague dream just now.

Wensti breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became nervous again. After all, there was nothing she would have dreamed like that?

Her brain was in chaos. She tried to straighten out her thoughts, but the more she managed, the more chaotic she became, as if she had entered a maze.

A fish-belly color appeared in the sky, and after she finally fell asleep again in a daze, a voice came from her mind.

"If Sherlock Holmes still wants to open the seal of the Book of the Dead, can you still kill him?"

The sound was like a sinking bell, and she could no longer sleep.

On the way to the small hotel in the town, this question mixed with her dream, completely messing her brain into a mess.

The air in the forest was moist in the morning, and there were a few kingfishers singing in her ears. She was afraid that she would lose her mind and go the wrong way in a daze, so she piled up a bunch of spirit butterflies to guide the way.

First lived in the hotel in the town. When Wensty went to find him, the hotel owner mistook him for the guest who wanted to book a room.

"Sorry, we've been booked here."

First was very proud to book out the entire hotel room—this was obviously not his idea.

"I'm here to find someone."

When Wensty saw Foster, the dark circles under his eyes became heavier. Foster was wearing a pure black nightgown. When he opened the door and saw Wensty, he hadn't reacted yet. When he found out When it was his obedient niece standing at the door, he immediately hugged her in his arms.

"Ha! My good niece, you have come to find uncle, and you have become even more beautiful," he looked at Wensty's face with joy, "especially the dark circles under your eyes revealing the same evilness as uncle."

Wensty also has a pair of dark circles under her eyes because she didn't sleep well all night.

"Long time no see, Uncle. Where's Debbie?"

As soon as Debbie was mentioned, First became even more joyful. He told Winsty excitedly: "Debbie slept in another room, and she said she would keep the last chastity for me."

Excitement was bubbling in First's smooth, egg-like head.

Winsty: "..."

Hearing what Foster said, it has been so many years, and neither he nor Debbie has had "further" development.

"Debbie is so thoughtful. As long as I think that we will hold hands and walk into the grave of marriage, I can't help it. Oh, this kind of thing shouldn't be told to you."

First covered his mouth, his round eyes rolled around, and welcomed Wensty into the room.

"Uncle, I brought you a present."

Winsty took out the meeting gift prepared for First.

First unpacking gifts has always been simple and rough. He did not start from the seal of the box, but insisted on "finding another way". When a set of gifts was unwrapped, the box was no longer in the shape of a box.

"Oh, it's perfume." After the package was opened, there was a round bottle inside the gift box, which was as smooth as First's bald head.

"Ha, it's the durian smell I like." First sprayed perfume into the air, circling around in the spilled perfume, his whole body was covered with the smell of durian.

"I like this!"

"As long as you like it, uncle, come back with me."

Wensty's mission for going down the mountain this time is to persuade First to go home. Marriage at night or during the day is negotiable. If it doesn't work, it can be done during the day or at night.

Holding the perfume bottle in his hand, First responded directly to Wensty's words: "Okay!"

First promised so readily?

"Then you agree."

"Of course, I'll go back when Debbie wakes up," Fuster said with his hands on his hips, "I wanted to go back a long time ago, but Gomez didn't come to coax me, and he didn't find someone to coax me. Wouldn't it be nice if I went back like this?" I seem to be in a good mood."

"But, didn't you come to coax me? I should go back, and Debbie persuaded me to go back."

Wensti closed her eyes slightly, and then asked suspiciously: "Debbie also advises you to go back?"

"That's right! She also said that it doesn't matter if you get married during the day or at night. The wedding is just a ceremony. Don't make such a fuss with your family, my little Debbie,"

Debbie was so reasonable, which surprised Winsty.

Sherlock also came to the hotel, and he went down the mountain after learning about Wensty's whereabouts from Morticia.

Morticia cut off the rose flowers, looked at Sherlock's leaving back, his clothes were still swaying in the morning wind, she caressed the rose branches, and thought to herself: If Debbie can directly take Just give Winsty the bouquet.

The hotel where First stayed happened to be the one where Sherlock first stayed in Broome five years ago. Five years later, the general layout of the store has not changed, and the decoration has been more refined.

When the innkeeper saw Sherlock, he thought he looked familiar, but he didn't recognize him after all. Five years was enough to erase his memory.

"Are you looking for accommodation or someone?"

With Winsty's lessons learned, the boss no longer thinks that every customer comes to the store.

Sherlock: "Find someone."

The boss understood, without asking any further questions, he led Sherlock upstairs, reached the door of the room, turned and left.

The boss didn't ask who Sherlock was looking for. Anyway, these days, there are only two customers in the store. These two customers look extremely incompatible. One is as round as a marinated egg, and the other is really blond. beauty.

A little earlier, a pretty girl came to look for the man who looked like a marinated egg, so this handsome gentleman must have come to look for the beauty in the other room.

Just because the hotel owner took it for granted, after Sherlock knocked on the door, what he saw was not Wensty or Wensty's uncle Frost, but Debbie who had just woken up.

Debbie's short blonde hair was kept below her earlobe, her chin was sharp, and her upturned eyes were originally filled with displeasure. After seeing Sherlock outside the door, she immediately became charming and affectionate. There was a mole above her left lip. In order to emulate the classic movie star Marilyn Monroe, the lips are slightly parted.

Debbie has the habit of sleeping naked, so she didn't wear pajamas, but wrapped in this sheet, which covered her upper body but exposed her white and tender thighs.

She originally thought that it was Foster who disturbed people's slumber, she rolled her eyes and stood up, deliberately making this appearance, Debbie knew that Foster must be in a difficult situation seeing her like this, and planned to coax Foster to go back quickly. In Adams Manor, unexpectedly, there was another man standing outside her door.

From the first glance, Debbie could tell that this man was her favorite. He was slender, with broad shoulders, and he was not a person engaged in manual labor. The windbreaker he was wearing was expensive, and his family must be rich.He has curly hair but not messy, his face is like a Greek statue, his two straight eyebrows are slightly frowned, revealing a particularly charming masculine charm.

Debbie's heart began to fluctuate. She had her own way of dealing with men. She slightly loosened the tight bed sheet around her chest, sparks sparkled in her eyes, and the words that came out of her mouth were surprised and terrified: "Who are you?"

Debbie is very confident in herself. For so many years, she hasn't had a man she can't eat. She bet that she looks like a frightened lamb at this time, but her body is teasing her intentionally or unintentionally. , Still hugging the pipa and half covering the face, there is no man who does not eat this set.

But there are always exceptions to everything. After Sherlock confirmed that Winsty was not in this room, he directly passed Debbie and walked to another room without even a lingering look.

Debbie was stunned the moment Sherlock left, the charming and affectionate eyes turned into resignation, this was the first time she hit a wall in front of a man.

Sherlock found Foster's room by following the smell of durian perfume. As he approached, the faint smell at first became more and more intense.

He knocked on the door, and this time it was Wensty who answered.

First asked cheerfully in the room: "Did Debbie come to see me?"

First plans to hide and play a morning game of peek-a-boo with Debbie.

"No." Winsty answered him.

Sherlock stood outside the door, and it was he who had come for her.

As soon as he saw Sherlock, Winsty remembered the vague dream of last night, and his arrival seemed to vaguely claim that the dream was real.

Winsty didn't dare to meet his eyes, afraid that his eyes would be exactly the same color as in the dream.

She asked, "Why are you here?"

"I have no relatives here, let alone friends. The only person I know is you. You can't even figure out such an obvious question. Your IQ is really getting closer to that of a goldfish. Of course I came here to find you .”

Sherlock noticed the faint blackness under Wensty's eyes, which was evidence that he didn't sleep well last night.

After knowing that it wasn't Debbie, Frost lost the idea of ​​playing hide-and-seek in the morning, and approached Wensty from the house. When he saw Sherlock, he looked at her for a while, and said in great surprise, "I know who you are."

He said, "You are William Scott."

First's tone was exceptionally firm, and he reported Sherlock's former name without hesitation.

"In a way, I am William Scott."

First applauded for his correct guess: "I also know that you are Winsty's boyfriend."

"He's not." Winsty quickly intercepted Foster's words.

"Isn't he?" There was a big question mark in First's round head, "Didn't you go to London just for him?"

Everything First said was correct, but when he yelled it in front of Sherlock, Wensty felt very embarrassed, blushing like a ripe red apple in midsummer.

Sherlock was not surprised. When Winsty offered to rent his room, she said that she came to London because of William Scott—that is, Sherlock Holmes.

He was just surprised, originally she could say it in front of him in a fair and honest way, but now how can someone else have such a big reaction when she said it.

"Yes, she went to London just because of me." Sherlock's tone was calm, and he admitted it for her.

"But Winsty says you're not her boyfriend."

After finishing saying this, First understood immediately. He patted Wensti on the shoulder to comfort his niece who hadn't succeeded in courtship.

First came close to Wensti's ear, lowered his voice, and whispered to her, "Come on, uncle will always be your strong backing."

First is about to get married, he is immersed in the honeypot of love, and strongly supports Wensty to taste the sweetness of love.

Winsty smiled awkwardly, seeing the light blue in Sherlock's eyes, and cast his gaze to the other side of the corridor.

After Sherlock left, Debbie put on her clothes resolutely, like a hunter dressed up to look for the escaped prey.

She had already asked the front desk, but no one came out, so the man she saw just now must still be in the hotel.

Debbie's room and First's room are at the east and west ends respectively. Debbie said to First, "Only in this way can I keep my chastity and save the most precious night for our newlyweds." night."

When she said this, she rolled her eyes in disgust.

Debbie saw the prey, but he was standing at the door of Foster, and Foster also came out, and there was Wensty, whom she always hated, at the door.

The author has something to say: I wrote it very cryptically, so everyone can understand what Xiao Wen dreamed about?

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