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

The next day, the morning light hit Wensty's eyelids. Wensty, who was sleeping in the soft petals, was stung by a bee in her sleep. She woke up and looked at the strange ceiling. It took three seconds for her to respond. Come here where is this.

The person who said he couldn't sleep last night obviously slept very deeply.

There was a sound of running water in the bathroom, presumably Sherlock was taking a shower, there was no clock in the room, and the phone couldn't be turned on, and she didn't know what time it was, but it was already daylight.

The night is like the receding tide, and they are exposed on the beach like pebbles. The brighter the day, the higher the possibility of them being hunted down.

Wensty packed herself up quickly, and they set off immediately after Sherlock finished taking a shower without wasting any time.

Sherlock came out of the shower feeling refreshed. The shower gel and shampoo in the motel were all lavender-scented, very strong, and he came out with a burst of lavender heat.

Sherlock: "No special circumstances, you need to sleep at least nine hours a day, plus you were physically and mentally fatigued yesterday, you should wake up at 80.00:[-] at the earliest, and you woke up earlier than I expected If it's earlier, there's an [-]% probability that it's a nightmare."

He was absolutely right, and Winsty told him, "I dreamed that I was stung by a bee."

"Bees don't take the initiative to sting people. They will die after stinging people, unless you actively attack them, or you have a special smell such as alcohol, which will increase the probability of them stinging people."

Wensti took a biology science class, she nodded: "I'm taught, you pack up, let's go."

Staying here for 1 minute longer will increase the possibility of being caught up.

Sherlock looked calm: "Don't worry, you can take a hot bath first."

He wore a wrist watch on his right hand, and there was still an hour and a half before the ten o'clock agreed upon with Mycroft. Mycroft could be regarded as a person who kept his promise. No pursuers will be sent before [-]:[-].

Wensti was more than happy to take a hot bath after waking up, which could help her adjust her spirit and relieve her muscles and bones. If it was normal, she would agree, but now is a special period, and it is important to hurry.

She had thought about it, if things went well, they could go to France to join one of her distant relatives, who had also been invited to the Adams family's wedding before, and they got along well with Sherlock.

"No, let's hurry up."

Sherlock's face was expressionless, and he said, "If you don't take a shower this morning, there is a [-]% probability that you will regret it."

Winsty was puzzled as to why Sherlock would say that, and after careful consideration, he felt that what he said was quite reasonable.During the journey from England to France, they may not be able to find a suitable residence. They may have to eat and sleep in the open, and the chances of taking a bath will be reduced, so she should really cherish every opportunity to take a hot bath.

This inference is reasonable and convincing.

"you're right."

Wensty took off his coat, put it on the bed, and walked into the bathroom. The room was filled with the scent of lavender and the heat was lingering.With the pursuers behind and time running out, she didn't have so many beautiful thoughts, so she quickly took a shower and walked out with her hair.

"I'm ready," Winsty said to Sherlock, "let's get ready to go."

The guards who received Mycroft's order arrived at the motel in the eastern suburbs of London on time at ten o'clock, and Sherlock and Winsty just drove away one minute before they arrived.

Originally, Wensty wanted to leave immediately after taking a shower, but Sherlock insisted on letting her dry her hair. She reminded him that time was precious, so he simply took a hair dryer in his hand and dried Wensty's hair.

While drying her hair, Wensty was actually very nervous. The sound of the hair dryer was very loud. If the pursuers arrived, they wouldn't even hear the approaching footsteps of the guards.

But Sherlock is very relaxed and doesn't take these times to heart at all.

In the car, Winsty told Sherlock her plan: "Sir, I've thought about it, we can go to France first, do you remember my uncle Addison?"

"Remember, he is willing to hand over his body to me for experiments after his death."

"Yes, that's him, and he's in France."

Sherlock already had a driving route in mind.

"If you are thinking of defecting to him, get rid of this idea as soon as possible. You won't be safe if you leave England. Mycroft's men are all over Europe."

"Then if we don't go to France, let's go to the United States... Look at you, Mycroft doesn't have people in the United States, right? Then let's go to China?"

"Don't think about it too much," Sherlock looked calmly at the front, where there was a rolling mountain range, "I know a relatively safe place."

Over the past few months with Sherlock, Winsty no longer doubted what he said. Since he said it was a safe place, even if the destination was unknown, she went there safely.

When the car was driving on the road, Winsty thought of the road movies he had seen. The road was full of danger and excitement. If the car could go on for a lifetime without stopping, it would actually be a romantic thing. The car drove quickly There was a burst of coarse sand and dust, and even the wind was extremely crazy.

The guards sent by Mycroft have obviously improved compared to yesterday. The roads are no different from the city with all kinds of twists and turns that can be used. They have been following the trail of Sherlock and Winsty, and there are bursts of gunfire from time to time. Voice.

"I think we're a lot like Bonnie and Clyde, you know Bonnie and Clyde?" Winsty remembered a classic road movie she once saw.

Although Sherlock doesn't like watching movies, these two characters are what he knows: "A pair of male and female thieves during the American economic crisis in the 30s, Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow."

"Yes, yes, it's the two of them."

It didn't occur to Winsty that Sherlock knew about Bonnie and Clyde, but it was also reasonable, as Sherlock knew all the criminal characters like the back of his hand.

Although the two of them did not steal a car or rob, let alone murder, the thrill of being chased is very similar to Bonnie and Clyde in The Fugitive.

The road is wide, Sherlock stepped on the accelerator, the car accelerated, and the sound of gunshots sounded at the right time. What didn't match the speeding car was Sherlock's calm tone: "If you want to replace the role, I don't mind if I am replaced in Clyde. Barrow."

Winsty was puzzled: "Why?"

Clyde's face in the movie came to her mind, the actor was so handsome.

"According to the analysis of psychologists, Clyde Barrow has a persistent preference for guns. Guns can make up for his psychological trauma. He is very likely to be impotent, but I don't have such psychological trauma. You You can rest assured."

Sherlock can always say something meaningful with a calm face, what's with the phrase "you can rest assured"?

Winsty lowered her head, and there was still the plastic bag prepared by Mrs. Hudson next to her feet, and the blue box with "ultra-thin" could be seen at a glance.

At this time, the closed car windows rolled down a little bit, and the wind slipped in through the windows, blowing their hair into a mess.

Why did you open the window suddenly?

"I think you feel hot." Sherlock's explanation followed her doubts.

Out of the corner of Sherlock's eyes, Wensty's ears were red, and he naturally knew what was going on. She always liked to use heat to cover up her shyness.

"I do feel very hot, and the air in the car is a little stuffy."

What responded to her was Sherlock's silent smile, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, not revealing her lie.

Winsty tried hard to find out: "If Clyde's obsession with the gun is to satisfy his psychological trauma, then what does your obsession with the case show?"

In fact, she just wanted to make a joke, but she didn't expect to hear an unexpected answer.

"The case is the stimulant of the boring years. I have no trauma. However, I am a high-functioning sociopath, and if you interpret this as a mental illness, I can tell you that is a misunderstanding."

Winsty didn't have much research on psychology, but she vaguely felt that the word "anti-social" was not a good adjective.

"Why are you silent?"

After Sherlock revealed to Wensty that she was a high-functioning sociopath, Wensty has been silent, and she has been thinking about the meaning of the word "sociopath".

"If you're thinking about what a high-functioning antisocial is, you can ask me directly. With your meager psychological knowledge, thinking literally will lead you astray," Sherlock paused, then continued, "High People with functional antisocial personality account for about [-]% of the total population, and they are extremely rational. Because they surpass most goldfish in the society in terms of cognition, they have antisocial tendencies. Because they live in different environments, they have serious social polarization. .”

As soon as his words fell, Winsty continued: "Either benefit the people, or harm the society?"

"Not at all."

Wensty's ears were no longer red, and Sherlock rolled up the car window. Their speed was too fast, and they would get a headache if they kept blowing the wind.

"You are silent again."

Sherlock turned his head to look at her, and there was a fear in Wensty's dark eyes.

"You don't need to be afraid. The only effect my high-functioning antisocial personality has on you is that my feelings are relatively indifferent. I have always disdained ordinary people's love, and my emotional performance will be relatively numb..."

Still Winston didn't respond to him.

The fear in her eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest.

If it is not for the benefit of mankind, it is for the harm of society... Then the opening of the seal of the Book of the Dead...

"Well, I'll correct that, if you're bothered by that."

At this moment, Sherlock looked very much like a person who yelled into the wilderness but got no response. He was not nervous with a group of pursuers behind him, but at this moment, there was a real panic in his heart.

"Winsty Adams," Sherlock called her name, and the person whose name was called turned his head stiffly, seeing the purest blue in the world in his eyes, "You have to trust me."

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