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

Both Winsty and Sherlock's eyes fell on the blue box on the ground.

Mrs. Hudson has very rich escape experience, and she clearly knows that a couple must have very tense nerves at such a critical moment. At this time, they will seek some interesting ways to relax.

The caring landlady has prepared the necessary things.

Winsty's face was flushed, she heard Sherlock chuckle, he seemed to find it very funny, and seemed to be laughing at her for being so shameless.

What's the matter?She pretended to be calm, picked up the box with two fingers, put it back in the bag, then took out a bun and handed it to Sherlock: "Eat something."

Her day was like a roller coaster ride, and at this moment her tense nerves finally relaxed. Looking back at Sherlock, half of his face was reflected in the sunset. The moment their eyes met, it was like across the entire world.

There were no chairs in this room, and the only place to sit was the bed. Sherlock took the bun and sat beside her, watching the setting sun surrounded by a small window with her.

He should be very tired.

Looking at Sherlock's side face, Wensty thought, saying that she was holding him hostage and she was on the run, but from the beginning to the end, she didn't do anything, and he took care of everything.

"You have been looking at me for 3 minutes. If you are not in a daze, you must have gone through intensive thinking activities. I would love to hear your thoughts."

Winsty lowered his head and smiled: "My thoughts are nothing special, I just want to say...thank you."

Her eyes were sincere, with a slightly moist light.

There was a smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth: "You're welcome, there are conditions."

"What is it?"

Sherlock's terms were not spoken until after dark, when a thin, crooked moon emerged from the clouds.

Sherlock said, "Finish that song you lied about forgetting the words to."

Wensty was taken aback when she heard the words, Sherlock was really paranoid about some things, he was still thinking about the song she hadn't finished singing.

"You have to thank me, and you should show your due sincerity," Sherlock thought that Wensty was going to avoid this matter, and took out the etiquette that he usually didn't pay attention to. In my understanding, the help given should be rewarded.”

What kind of cognition is this?

"Well, the general understanding of etiquette among human beings should be to give roses to others, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand, and not ask for anything in return." Winsty suspected that Sherlock was talking nonsense.

Sherlock was indeed talking nonsense, but he didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being exposed. He continued without blushing and heartbeat: "Since you said it is common cognition, it must not work for me. You can start Singing."

He was waiting, and so was a thin crescent moon.

Winsty looked out the window, she couldn't dare to look at Sherlock when she was singing such a straightforward song, and sang the piece she didn't finish that night.

The gentle and gentle singing was floating in the small room like this. The two of them were looking at the same moon. The two of them were still on the way to escape. At any time, there would be pursuers easily breaking through the weak door in the room, but there was no one. People are scared, if it is a storm, they will not rush to find shelter from the rain, dancing in the shower, it is very romantic.

Winsty hadn't realized that there was only one bed in the whole room. It was a bit tricky. She didn't react until the two of them had eaten food, sang songs, and the night was getting dark. It was time to sleep. Come here, there is only one bed in this room.

"Sir, there is only one bed in this room."

"Of course I know there's only one bed in this room. Don't you think I've been driving all day and my eyes are so dazzled that I can't even see that there's only one bed in the room?"

"No, I just wanted to say that the two of us might share a bed."

"Of course, otherwise, would one of us sleep on the floor?" Sherlock glanced at Winsty and paused for a while, "According to the normal development, the two of us will eventually sleep on the same bed. It’s 32 days, maybe 35 days, but now the process has been passively accelerated.”

"How do you know so clearly? Well, don't explain it to me. I probably can't understand it now, but I don't think I will sleep tonight."

They are on the run, and late at night is the time when they are most likely to be hunted down. Although the room the boss arranged for the two of them is hidden, she believes that the people under Mycroft are not useless. When they broke in, the two of them were pointed at by several guns as soon as they opened their eyes.

"If you want to keep watch, you don't have to. The people sent by Mycroft won't come here so soon."

"Just in case. Sir, go to sleep, you must be very tired after driving for a day, but I have been sitting and doing nothing."

Sherlock didn't insist anymore, took off his coat, and lay down beside her.

"Good night, sir," said Winsty.

Sherlock turned his head, his eyes were particularly blue in the night.

"Can't sleep yet?"

Sherlock was a little depressed, it had only been a few days, and his girlfriend had already forgotten what both of them had to do before going to bed.

Sure enough, human memory is so unreliable, it is much easier to forget something than to remember it.Of course, he was referring to ordinary people, and he himself was not included in this scope. Although Wen Sidi was not ordinary, her memory was just as unreliable as ordinary people.

Those blue eyes clung to Winsty like vines.

"what happened?"

"It seems that you have indeed forgotten. You need to improve your memory. After this incident passes, I will make a plan to improve your memory," Sherlock realized. The necessary steps before saying goodnight to each other are completely forgotten, "You should give me a goodnight kiss."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes voluntarily, and a curly head leaned over accurately, and Wensty could kiss him as long as he lowered his head a little.

Oh, sure enough men are sometimes more princesses than women.

As the prince, Wen Sidi gently offered a kiss on his lips, hoping to bring Princess Sherlock a good dream.

As for herself, she said that she must keep watch at night, so she must not sleep, but there is nothing to pass the time. Sometimes she looks at the moon outside the window in a daze, and sometimes looks at Sherlock beside her. Gradually becoming confused, she said that she didn't do anything all day, so she wasn't tired. In fact, she was extremely tired, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. She leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep sitting up.

Sherlock wasn't surprised that she would fall asleep at all, and when she said she was going to watch the night, he just took her for talking.

He put her body down and put her head on the pillow. The sleepy Wensty felt that she had found a huge flower from the field, and she rested her head on the petals.

Sherlock took out the cell phone that had not been turned on from his coat pocket, and sent a message to Mycroft: The truce is until ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Mycroft's message came back quickly: You made such an absurd thing, but you just replied like this, Sherlock, I sent a whole guard to find you.

Sherlock replied to him blankly: You just asked me to help you train the tracking ability of that guard team, and another: They really deserve more rigorous training.

Mycroft smiled when he received Sherlock's message, and Sherlock was right.He knew from the beginning that Winsty had no intention of holding Sherlock hostage at all, and he was not sure who was holding Sherlock hostage. He was not sure what Sherlock's plan was, and he couldn't justify it unless he sent someone to look for it, so he sent a so-so It's time for the team to hunt down and educate them about frustration.

It's just that after receiving the task, this guard team mistakenly thought that they were the elite of the London Guard, and they were full of ambition, determined to hunt down the arrogant hostage-taker before today passed, but today will pass soon, and even the hostage-taker The shadows were no longer visible, and their confidence was extinguished by a pot of cold water.

The captain of the guard felt that this would not work. If the arrogant hostage-takers were not caught, they themselves would collapse first, so they summoned all the team members together and gave an inspiring speech.

His cell phone rang at this moment, and when it was connected, it was Mycroft calling.

"Sir, do you have any instructions?"

When they heard the title "Sir", all the guards tensed up. Their nerves were very tense. If they were not chased after a day, and they lost their way after going out from Baker Street, they would definitely be severely criticized.

After hanging up the phone, the captain's expression was very subtle, and a small guard mustered up his courage to ask, "Did the officer say anything?"

"The officer said that we have worked hard, let us have a good rest, and go to the motel in the eastern suburbs at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

The officer seemed to know where the captors and the captives were, but the guards didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Mycroft sent back the last message to Sherlock: I don't know what your plans are, and I don't want to guess, I just want to tell you that there is no absolutely safe place in this world, and you can't take her to hide for a lifetime.

When Sherlock saw this message, he didn't take it seriously at all.

There really was no "absolutely safe" place in this world, but he knew a place where Mycroft would never mess around.

Sherlock's curly hair was pressed against the pillow, and Winsty was lying beside him, she was sleeping soundly, the quilt covered her whole body, revealing a small face and one arm, like white jade .

In fact, he had no fewer doubts than Mycroft, and her abnormal behavior was beyond the scope of his knowledge. Unless she was willing to explain it clearly, otherwise everything would be like a fog that would never go away.