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

Wensty is not Sherlock, he has a huge memory palace to store memories, but she does not, the face of the flower picker five years ago has been blurred, she thought Sherlock was cheating on her, but if he is not Flower pickers, why would they know what happened five years ago.

Winsty: "..."

She is in a very complicated mood now, remembering that day, she sent the spirit butterfly out to find Sherlock Holmes, when he arrived, he was surrounded by spirit butterflies, and half of his body was hidden in the mist.

Lingdie did not find the wrong person, but she was too naive at the beginning, thinking that Lingdie just liked the fragrance of flowers on him when she was around him.

In other words, she had already found Sherlock Holmes five years ago—the person she was going to kill—thanks to her daily worry that she would not be able to get out of Adams Manor, Sherlock Holmes had already opened the door. Book of the Dead seal.

Winsty's emotions were complicated. She felt that fate was like an invisible chain, with her at one end and Sherlock at the other, and the two were firmly bound together.

Sherlock's expression was calm: "You remember."

"That's right," Wensty looked at Sherlock again, feeling that something was wrong, he and the image of the flower picker in her memory still couldn't fit together, "Why did you come to my door dressed like that at that time?"

She knew where it couldn't fit. Although Sherlock's clothes were all dark colors, and there were always only a few styles, every piece of his clothes was not a cheap one bought casually, but a classic model of the brand. , you can go directly to the dinner party if you wear it out, and the flower picker in her memory was dressed in gray and simple clothes, obviously Sherlock dressed up on purpose.

"Five years ago, there were several strange diseases in the town. All the patients had been to the mountain. Only your family lived on the mountain. I suspect that you are conducting some kind of human experiment, and all the patients are from poor families. , has a strong desire for money, so it is very easy to become a test subject."

That's why he dressed up as a poor flower picker and wanted to risk himself, but the doll-like little girl who was locked in the manor told him that her house never entertained outsiders, and she rarely went out. You can’t even see the flowers in the house, so how can you recruit homeless people to do human experiments?

"It turned out to be a microbe in the soil."

The dots gradually become lines, and the flower picker's shadow is attached to William Scott, and William Scott is attached to Sherlock Holmes.

The person who sent flowers to her was a person who made outstanding contributions to the cause of exorcism, and the person who made outstanding contributions to the cause of exorcism was also the person who made the mistake of opening the seal of the Book of the Dead.

Destiny is impermanent and magical.

Winsty frowned: "Do you have any other identity?"

Even if Sherlock said that he was one of the elders of the exorcists at this time, Wensty would still believe it. Since fate is already so wonderful, it will become common to be even more wonderful.

"Not currently."

Identity is like clothes to Sherlock, he changes them every time he wears them. Not long before Wensty came to Baker Street, he replaced William Scott amidst Mycroft's constant nagging. This suit, Sherlock Holmes's suit, he has no plans to change so far.

"Can you promise me one thing?" There was a light of expectation in Wensty's eyes.

The two of them blended into the bustling flower market in Broome Town, just like the people passing by, they were just a part of the crowd.

Sherlock couldn't help thinking, what on earth is Wensty trying to say to make her look so solemn?

He never promises something before it comes out, such promises are extremely hypocritical.

He said: "You tell me."

"Don't change your identity again."

This morning, she can answer the question that has been bothering her all the time. Life is not a judgment question, and there is no need to make a right or wrong judgment. It is more like an essay question. The reference answer will always write Make sense and score.

She will always be by Sherlock's side, he will not open the Book of the Dead, and things will change later. The name Sherlock Holmes, or any of his later names, will not become synonymous with evil.

Winsty has already decided that Sherlock is an extremely cute person. Although he is indifferent, sometimes neurotic, and occasionally a little unreasonable, he is definitely a cute person, even though he may think that cuteness is just a useless He even rolled his eyes and despised the word. He preferred words like "reasonable" and "restraint" to "cute".

But for Winsty, "cute" is a great compliment, and she wants people in future generations to say involuntarily when they mention him: "Although Sherlock Holmes is very weird, he is also cute." very."

Among the people walking back and forth, Sherlock and Winsty seemed to be still, everyone had their own business, but a quick glance skipped the dazzling stars in their eyes.

Wensty had seen the name of Sherlock Holmes from the thick history books of exorcists;

When I saw him five years ago, there was a layer of mist;

Now that Sherlock was standing in front of her, her heart was beating faster than it had been running.

The pale blue water was calm and without waves, but it easily stirred up a storm in Wensty's heart.

"Ok."

Sherlock sighed secretly in his heart, thinking in his heart that he should not agree to her request. It would be rather boring to use the name Sherlock Holmes for the rest of his life, but the words of refusal turned into a promise when it came to his lips.

"Really?" The surprise in Wensty's eyes was like a row of red tulips swaying in the wind in the wilderness.

Of course it's true, he's not the one who makes promises and doesn't keep them.

Sherlock stretched out his little finger: "Do you want to pull the hook?"

Lahook was really stupid, but Winsty seemed to believe in this stupid way.

"I want it!"

Wensty hooked Sherlock's little finger: "The stamp on the hook must not be changed for 100 years, whoever changes is a big pig." She happily "stamped" Sherlock's thumb.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, despising this stupid way of promising again in his heart.

Wensty was very happy at the moment. She was confident that Sherlock would never open the seal of the Book of the Dead, and the ancient undead would not escape. She was willing to stay in this era for the rest of her life, even though she would never see the Great Elder and her former friends again. We, but in this era with her family and Sherlock... Not everything will be perfect, she is already very satisfied.

However, having said that...

"I still haven't received flowers. Although you sent me flowers, I paid for them. That's not a gift, it's a sale."

She gave Sherlock an emerald.After arriving at the Adams family, life was indeed a bit extravagant. She searched the entire estate but found no money, so she could only pick out a piece of jewelry as a reward.

Sherlock: "Then I give you back the emerald?"

It's just that he didn't remember where the emerald was placed, and he might have thrown it away.

Winsty was defeated by Sherlock's logic, so he didn't accept her emerald, and he sent the flowers, which is really convincing and convincing.

She hesitated: "Actually, there are other ways... You don't have to return the emerald to me."

As Wensti spoke, she lowered her head, and the base of her ears turned red again.

Winsty felt that Sherlock was so smart that he should understand what she meant. He didn't have to return the emerald, and there were other ways... such as sending her another bouquet of flowers.

The place they are in is the flower market, and he doesn't need to choose, just send her a bouquet at will.

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, and he laughed into a wrinkled monster again: "That's really great, I don't have to look for that emerald."

Winsty nodded, waiting for his next words, Nebula outlined in her eyes.

But Sherlock's words stopped there: "Why are you staring at me like this?"

Winsty: "..."

He didn't understand the hidden meaning of Wensty's words at all.

"Is there a problem?" Sherlock asked, reading some frustration in Wensty's expression.

"It's nothing." Winsty waved his hand, "Let's go."

"No, your expression tells me that you have some disappointment, and you have been talking to me, so the source of your disappointment lies in me, and your eyes look at the bouquet of flowers in my hand from time to time... I know gone."

After he finished speaking, Wensty regained hope. Although Sherlock didn't have many romantic cells, it was good for him to be able to deduce what she was thinking.

"so what?"

He should go buy flowers.

In Wensty's imagination, he would run to buy the white rose not far from them on the corner of the street, and he could see it at a glance from Sherlock's perspective.

A butterfly flew to the bouquet in Sherlock's hand, with two yellow wings folded, as if kissing the flowers.

But Sherlock didn't act.

"I promise you I won't throw this bouquet away, or throw it at Mrs. Hudson."

He still didn't understand what Wensty meant, thinking that what Wensty cared about was that sooner or later he would throw away the flowers she sent.

"If you don't believe me, we can pull the hook." The flowers will wither sooner or later, and the survival time of a bunch of flowers will not exceed seven days, but it doesn't matter, if Wensty cares so much, it doesn't matter if you keep a bunch of withered flowers all the time.

Wensty sighed. Seeing Sherlock's appearance, she couldn't bear to argue with him, so she could only smile helplessly.

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew from the flower to Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock: "I have a discovery."

"what?"

"I am very much loved by the butterflies in Broome. Five years ago, a group of butterflies welcomed me to your house and sent me down the mountain."

Sherlock still remembered the group of butterflies. He had never seen that kind of butterfly. In the dark night, the royal blue wings were still slightly glowing. There was no name for this kind of butterfly in the butterfly species list. It should be a unique species in Broome Town. , but he had seen it once in London, too, when it flew into his window one night.

wait a minute...

Sherlock looked at Wensty. After careful calculations in his brain, the result of his calculations was: the group of butterflies of unknown species were related to Wensty.

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