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

Crowley fell at the hands of the same family twice in a row. He gritted his teeth and followed Winsty, following her to another room.

"Where are we going?"

"The third room on the left on the second floor."

"What are you going there for?"

"I don't know, Sherlock sent a message asking me to bring at least one relative there."

Crowley raised an eyebrow when he heard the name, looked at the little girl's cautious steps in front of him, and asked, "You know it's hide and seek time, right?"

"I know."

"Maybe he can't catch anyone and trick you, so why don't you ask a question?"

"Do not ask."

Crowley took a sip of wine, the strong alcohol irritated his tongue, and his unruly pace became even more coquettish, he pointed to Wensty like someone who had experienced it: "I give you a piece of advice, don't trust men too much. "

Crowley's words give people a sense of story, like a conclusion drawn from being hurt by a man.

Crowley saw his cheap grandniece, Winsty, turn her head and gave him a strange look.

Winsty's lips moved, but she didn't say a word, swallowing the question in her stomach.

The bastard searched all the way but failed to catch the hiding person. He was jumping up and down anxiously, when he suddenly looked back and saw the backs of Wensty and Crowley swaying in the corridor on the second floor.

Joy was overjoyed, so he quietly followed, walked behind the two, and entered the third room on the left together.

Wensty pushed the door and went in. There was only one diesel lamp lit in the whole room, and the weak lamp alone supported the darkness. Sherlock was sitting under the diesel lamp, maintaining his usual thinking posture.

The moment Wensty opened the door and saw him, in the dark room, he suddenly felt a sense of trance from another world.He lowered his head slightly, the diesel lamp only illuminated half of his face, and the other half of his face was consistent with the night. His appearance made people feel indifferent and alienated, as if he had experienced storms, frost and snow after several generations, The blue eyes cast a glance, and the long time slipped by.

"Hide," said Sherlock, the night casting a velvety texture on his voice.

He is an officer who gives orders. After giving the order, Winsty immediately took Crowley and hid in the closet. The closet is big enough for two people, but Crowley doesn't like dull closets, so he turned over a big one. Roll eyes.

Crowley was sitting on the left side of the wardrobe, and Winsty was leaning against the right side of the wardrobe, and between them was the thing who had slipped in with them just now.

Crowley opened the lid of the wine jug and found that the wine was gone. He wanted to go out to pick up a jug, but just as he stood up, Wensty sat down with his clothes on his hands.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

The two asked each other this question at the same time, and the thing caught in the middle looked at him first, then at her, and was more excited than before. It found a game that was more fun than hide-and-seek.

Crowley shook the wine bottle in his hand, flicked the bottom of the bottle with his finger, and made a crisp sound, he said, "See? Girl, I'm out of wine."

"But you can't go out now."

Crowley's golden eyes fixed on her: "Don't forget my true identity."

Wen Sidi looked back at each other without fear: "Don't forget my grandmother's cooking skills."

When two tigers fight, one must be injured, and the kid thinks that Crowley lost.

Crowley slapped the closet door: "That big long face outside." It was obviously calling Sherlock.

Sherlock turned to look at the wardrobe and heard Crowley say: "How did you make my grandniece so obedient, did you give her some kind of ecstasy soup? If you really did drink ecstasy soup, give me the recipe."

Sherlock didn't answer, but lowered his head and smiled slightly, the smile disappearing in the night.

Winsty winked at Toy, and Toy went up and covered Crowley's mouth, stifling him like a plaster.

The door opened for the second time, and Winsty heard the sound of high heels, and she knew who was coming.

"What a coincidence!"

Sherlock saw through Debbie's disguise, and her face, which had been patched many times, showed natural surprise.

"What a coincidence." Sherlock had already dropped the bait, and Debbie, the dumb goldfish, took the bait.

Before the hide-and-seek game officially started, Sherlock heard Wensty's cousin who was covered in long hair say—after getting along with him, Sherlock already understood what he meant—he was worried that he would not be able to find him after becoming a catcher. to people in hiding.

Sherlock told his cousin not to worry, if you can't find the hidden person, you can go to the third room on the left on the second floor to find him, he has always been there.

Sherlock knew that Debbie was following, and he used a tone of voice that ensured that every word he said would reach Debbie's ears clearly.

"Didn't expect you to be here."

Debbie locked the door and walked in, approaching Sherlock, graceful with every step.

She is satisfied with the current environment, although it would be better if the window can be opened a little bit, so that the cool night wind blows in, and the satin skirt on her body will fit her curves tightly, and she can also pretend to be cold, making excuses Stick him closer.

Sherlock watched her approaching: "I didn't expect you to be here."

"It seems that we are destined." Debbie sat opposite Sherlock.

Looking out from the gap in the closet, Sherlock and Debbie were sitting facing each other. Debbie's skirt was split, revealing a white and smooth leg. Her toes were touching the opposite side, and the line of her leg was like the handle of a white porcelain cup.

"You're the first friend Winsty brought back, you should be very special to her," Debbie lowered her voice, and it sounded like she was muttering in the empty night, "I'm a woman, and I can tell she likes it." your."

Winsty, who was hiding in the closet, began to get nervous, did she show it so obviously?

Debbie played with a strand of hair that fell on her shoulders, tilted her head, her eyes were charming: "What about you, what do you think of her?"

Debbie's voice fell, and the surroundings were quiet. Sherlock didn't answer. Winsty nestled in the closet, feeling her heart beating violently. She felt that her heartbeat was particularly obvious, and might even reveal their hidden secrets. , quickly wrapped his body tightly, trying to bury his heart tightly.

Crowley still had something sticking to his mouth, looking at his cheap grandniece Wensty like this, sighed and shook his head, the breath coming out of his nose was tickling the thing.

The thing jerked and bounced off Crowley's mouth, and the wardrobe shook slightly.

Debbie was very keen, she looked in the direction of the wardrobe: "What's wrong?"

"Maybe it's a mouse."

Sherlock fooled the past. Debbie was not afraid of mice. She had lived in a place where rats and ants were rampant since she was a child, but she felt that "rats" brought her a unique opportunity.

She covered her mouth, hid in Sherlock's arms in panic, leaned her head tightly on his shoulder, and murmured, "I'm afraid of mice."

Winsty saw all this clearly through the gap in the wardrobe.

I'm so angry, but I can't rush out.

It's a good thing Sherlock didn't put his hand on Debbie's shoulder, otherwise...or else...he would have to eat the food made by his grandmother.

Crowley understands the current situation. Foster's fiancée is interested in the man that the cheap niece Wensti likes. Even if the cheap grandniece Wensti is not filial, he must stand by her side.

Crowley sent a blessing in his heart, tomorrow Debbie will have a mouth sore.

"I'm afraid of mice," Debbie burst into tears, looking pitiful, "Can you stay here with me?"

Debbie's words were soft, like a frightened cat, any other man would never push her away.

But it's other men who won't push her away, not Sherlock.

Sherlock pushed Debbie a little further away, and there was a distance between the two of them: "I'll call Foster over."

first.

As soon as Debbie heard the name, she thought of his bald head and messy smell. He disgusted and disgusted her.

"You don't love Frost at all," Sherlock pointed out. "When you heard the name Frost, you wrinkled your nose and raised your upper lip. These are all manifestations of disgust."

Debbie felt at ease in this dark environment. She felt that the most suitable thing for her and Adams Manor was that the place was corrupt, dilapidated and out of fashion. She barely supported her decency under the guise of an old castle. Just like her, she filled her heart with surface delicacy. lack.

Sherlock had exposed this, and she had no intention of hiding it.

"Yes, I don't love Foster. I believe you can see it too? The Adams family is all monsters..."

Crowley sneered when he realized that Sherlock was trying to trick Debbie.The devil has lived in the human world for thousands of years, and he regards the joys and sorrows of human beings as a drama. He waits for Sherlock to take Debbie, a stupid woman, into a deeper cage.

Wensty also knew Sherlock's purpose of letting her hide, but she was still furious when she heard Debbie say so about her family.

Wensty could hold it back, but Toy couldn't stand people talking about the Addams family like that. It straightened up, spread its five fingers, and was about to rush out, and slapped Debbie on the face.

Winsty reacted in time, pulled it, and there was another crackling sound.

"Rats," Sherlock explained.

Debbie approached Sherlock and bent down to be level with him: "I'm really scared of mice!"

Sherlock pushed her away. He had already seen that she was not afraid of mice.

Debbie was pushed aside by him, her eyes were full of unwillingness and confusion: "You reject me?"

No one can refuse her.

She stepped forward, faced Sherlock, and saw a deep... disgust on his face.

"You don't like me? I see, you like Winsty," Debbie growled, "What's so good about her, you see she is young and beautiful like a flower, but she is also a member of the monster family, She's a little monster too!"

Crowley, who was hiding in the closet, gave Debbie more blessings. Not only will she have mouth sores tomorrow, but also small red spots will grow on the soles of her feet. Even scratching the skin of her feet will not relieve the itching. .

This is what he, as an elder, wants for his cheap grandniece.

Crowley looked at Winsty, lip-syncing: "Aren't you angry?"

"not angry."

What's so angry about this, a freak is a freak, isn't it just different from the so-called normal people, but there are no two people in this world who are exactly the same, and a freak is just a person's slander for things that they don't agree with.

"Watch your words."

Sherlock glanced over, his gaze was like the deepest sea water in the Arctic Ocean, so cold that people dare not look at it.

"We're normal people, we're a good couple, the Addamses are monsters, they're disgusting, nasty, ugly."

Debbie's words were silenced by a crisp slap, and she felt a burning pain on the left side of her cheek.

People couldn't bear it anymore, the thing still rushed out, and slapped Debbie on the face with a round slap.

The closet door was half opened, and Debbie stared wide-eyed. Seeing Wensty walking out of the closet, she instantly understood that Sherlock and Wensty had teamed up to lure her into the circle.

"I heard what you just said, and I will tell my family."

Winsty saw the sarcasm in Debbie's eyes.

Debbie: "Do you remember when you sued your mother about me stealing jewelry?"

Debbie's face was close to Winsty's, and she smiled indifferently: "This could also be a scene where Sherlock seduces me, and you are unwilling to drive me away. You are slandering me, and you have no witnesses anyway."

The stuff is bouncing on the ground.

Debbie didn't take it seriously at all: "And who would trust a pet?"

Debbie, who just said that the Adams family is not normal people, obviously forgot what she said just now. Normal people may not believe in pets, but the Adams family is not normal people.

and……

Wensti yelled towards the cabinet: "Third Uncle, you can come out now."