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

Mycroft sent a car to pick up Wensty and Sherlock. The driver was the same one who brought them here before. When he saw that Sherlock was safe and sound, his face showed surprise.

This is the quality of an agent who enjoys the highest government subsidy?

Sherlock's cold face separated Daniel's gaze from sizing up Wensty.

When the car drove, Wensty glanced back reluctantly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"If you don't want to leave, you can stay for a while longer."

Wensti opened her eyes. She wanted to stay longer, but she was burdened with the responsibility of the Book of the Dead.

"No, you have to leave anyway."

Sherlock will not stay in Adams Manor for a long time. While looking for the book of the dead, Winsty flipped through his bookcase and saw a lot of his notes inside. The notes included customs and knowledge from various places. He has been to many places .

He would not have stayed in Baker Street for long. Baker Street had no attraction for him, but the Scotland Yard cases kept him, and Adams Manor had no cases he liked. Sooner or later he would leave.

Wensti sighed secretly in her heart, and said, "I'll sleep for a while."

The car left Broome and headed for London.

It was fine weather when they left London, and it was a storm when they returned.

Thunder and lightning rolled through the clouds, and rain beat on car windows.

The sky was dark, and suddenly a bright light appeared, followed by a burst of thunder.

Winsty flinched in shock, the sound of thunder split her sleep, she opened her eyes slightly, but she did not expect to fall into an embrace.

She quickly closed her eyes, not knowing if Sherlock had noticed her waking up.

One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, resting her head on his.

Winsty smelled the familiar scent of laundry detergent again, and her heart beat fast.

"It's 57 minutes to Baker Street, so sleep peacefully."

A deep voice sounded above her, the tone as soft as the pistil of a flower petal.

It turned out that he knew she was awake.

Wensty rested her head on Sherlock's shoulder, her eyes were closed, but she was not sleepy at all. From the bottom of her heart, she hoped that the road back to Baker Street would be a little longer.

Sherlock naturally knew that Winsty was pretending to be asleep, and that her breathing rate had betrayed her, but he didn't want to expose it.

Daniel, who was driving, also knew that Wensty was not asleep. As an excellent agent, it was easy for him to detect this. When he saw Sherlock embracing Wensty in the rearview mirror, he thought to himself It is necessary to report this matter to Sherlock Holmes.

After the thunderstorm, there were several thunderbolts from time to time. Baker Street stood behind the thunderbolts, waiting for their return.

Winsty felt that the 57 minutes passed too quickly, just a time of closing and opening eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" When she woke up, Sherlock still didn't point out that she was pretending to be asleep.

"Very good." Winsty replied.

"You didn't drool this time."

"Oh, you said that I seem to have drool once, I obviously haven't drool."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth curved, and a smile spread in the rain.

There was only one umbrella in the car, so when picking up the luggage, Wensty held the umbrella, and Sherlock took the suitcase from the trunk. The gifts that were brought to Adams Manor were distributed, and there was not much luggage. In order to save space, two people Clothes are packed in the same box.

Sherlock took the suitcase out of the trunk and took the umbrella from Wensty's hand: "You come to open the door, the key is in my left pocket."

It has always been Sherlock's habit to put the keys in the left pocket and the mobile phone in the right pocket.

Winsty reached into Sherlock's left pocket for the key and opened the door below.

All of their actions fell into the eyes of Daniel, who was silently observing. The relationship between Sherlock and Wensty is definitely not as simple as roommates. Compared to roommates, they are more like a couple returning from a long trip.

Daniel quietly took a few photos of the two of them.

Back on Baker Street, a wet umbrella stood at the door, Sherlock's shoulders were a little wet, but she wasn't wet at all.

"Sir, go and change your clothes. It's easy to catch cold when the clothes are wet."

Winsty urged Sherlock to quickly change his clothes, and she began to take out her own clothes from Sherlock's black suitcase.

When she opened the suitcase and saw the two people's clothes put together, Wensty felt a strange intimacy in her heart.

"Sherlock, Winsty—"

Hearing the cheerful footsteps and loud voice, he knew it was Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson saw Wensti and gave her a warm hug: "Oh, my dear Wensti, you are finally back."

"Long time no see, Mrs. Hudson, we brought you broome's specialty flower specimens."

The flowers in Broome are famous in the UK, and the industrious and business-minded locals make specimens of the flowers and sell them as specialties.

"Oh, you're so sweet," Mrs. Hudson accepted the flower specimen. "It seems that you picked it, not Sherlock. He doesn't know that my favorite flower is daisy."

Sherlock really didn't know, he even asked Winsty at the time, just buy any kind, why did he have to pick daisies.

Winsty excused Sherlock: "He helped choose it." He chose the thickest bottle so that Mrs. Hudson wouldn't shake the bottle and break it.

"It's not the first day I know Sherlock. I know what he's going to do. He must have said that it's fine to buy a similar one. Why do you have to choose carefully, Sherlock!"

Mrs. Hudson was right, she shook her head helplessly, and suddenly asked: "Is your family getting along well with Sherlock?"

"It's good." Sherlock almost blended into her family, without any sense of disobedience.

"That's good."

Mrs. Hudson was relieved. When she learned that Sherlock was going home with Wensty, she kept praying silently in her heart. Sherlock would not say the wrong thing in front of Wensty's family, and finally met someone who could tolerate him. The girl who hides her fingers in the refrigerator cannot be missed.

Sherlock changed his clothes and came out. When Mrs. Hudson saw Sherlock, she also went up to give him a hug.

Sherlock raised his hand: "Forget about these etiquettes, Mrs. Harley, I don't like hugs."

He refused Mrs. Hudson's hug, and lay barefoot on the couch, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What a rude boy."

Still Wensty is cuter, Mrs. Hudson turned her eyes back to Wensty: "Is the dessert shop open today?"

It was Sherlock who answered instead of Winsty: "Mrs. Hudson, she just came back."

"Oh, it's not that I want dessert, but a gentleman has been asking you when you open these days. He gave me a phone number and said that he will call him back when you come back."

Sherlock frowned.

Mrs. Hudson came here precisely for this matter, and she also accidentally discovered a man who had been wandering around Wensty's dessert shop recently. He was well-mannered and well-dressed.

Mrs. Hudson rummaged in her pocket and found a note with the gentleman's phone number on it.

Winsty took the note from Mrs. Hudson, which was a completely unfamiliar number.

"Do you know the number?" asked Mrs. Hudson.

Winsty shook her head, she had never seen this number before.

Sherlock, who was lying on the couch, stretched out his hand, and Wensty understood, and handed the note to his hand.

Sherlock glanced at the number and got up from the sofa.

"Do you know the number?"

Sherlock didn't answer, he opened the desk drawer, and there was a small lighter inside.

"Hey, why did you burn it?"

Sherlock lit the note and threw it in the trash.

"MLM information," he said.

The note turned to ashes in the trash can.

Mrs. Hudson didn't think the man waiting at the dessert shop was a pyramid schemer.

Sherlock pointed out: "Nowadays, MLM personnel are all well-dressed, and most of them are well-dressed, so that they can deceive customers who judge people by their appearance. Moreover, Mrs. Hudson, when have you ever judged people? You used to think that your husband He was a top student in literature at Cambridge University, but he turned out to be a drug dealer who couldn't read a word."

"Sherlock!"

Mrs. Hudson went downstairs in a huff.

Sherlock lay back on the couch again, his feet bare.

"Actually, you only need to say the first half of the sentence. Why do you want to expose Mrs. Hudson's old background?"

Sherlock disagreed: "Don't put it bluntly, Mrs. Hudson will think that she is very accurate in judging people. I just let her know that her judgment is wrong."

"Then how do you know it's a pyramid scheme?"

Sherlock said, "I guess."

Winsty: "..."

His feet wobbled.

"Most of the people who can give their numbers to others at will have other purposes, which is very consistent with the characteristics of pyramid schemes."

"So you judge it as a pyramid scheme?" Since when did Sherlock be so sloppy.

"If you don't believe me, you can call and ask."

"You burned all the notes."

"Forget about that note then," said Sherlock. "Chinese for dinner?"

"Do you want to eat Chinese food?" Winsty's attention was successfully diverted.

"I know there is another place that has good Chinese food, let's go there."

The place that Sherlock mentioned is completely on the other side of London, and I don't know how he knows where so many Chinese restaurants are.

"Sir, have you ever been to China?" Wensty asked Sherlock during the meal.

"Never been."

There is no record of China in his travel notes.

"You should go there. No matter how authentic Chinese restaurants are in London, they can't compare with local ones."

For example, although the Xiaolongbao in front of them tasted good, after Wensty had tasted the authentic Xiaolongbao filled with soup in China, she always felt that it was less tasty when she ate it in other places.

Sherlock looked at Wensty, who was picky about steamed buns: "Have you been there?"

Winsty almost blurted out "been".

Sherlock said quietly: "You have obviously never been out of Adams Manor before."

Winsty swallowed the word "been" together with the Xiaolongbao, and then laughed: "I read it in the book, there is a chance to eat authentic Xiaolongbao together."

"it is good."

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