There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

If only look at Sherlock's appearance, many people will admit that he is an attractive young man.

He was tall and handsome, well-dressed, and although he was young, he already possessed a strong personality, and his light-colored eyes looked even more rational and charming.And Sherlock's voice is also deep and magnetic, which is easy to make people feel good.

But Sherlock's popularity is not good—it can't be said to be bad, it should be said...

very bad.

Sherlock, as he has shown, is an intelligent man with a penchant for reasoning.He has his own set of logical theories, and he is willing to find some condiments that stimulate the brain's operation in the boring daily life, and analyze and decrypt their truth.

But the behavior shown by this hobby is not so gentle.

As with his blunt analysis of Samuel earlier, Sherlock is usually blunt about his reasoning.

He often does this kind of bastard thing: directly spread out all kinds of furry little secrets that have been peeked at random on the spot, and put them on the table, without considering whether others are willing to "secret sharing".

People don't like being around someone who can see through all their privacy at a glance, and that alone is enough to put Sherlock away.

What's more, he also showed a look of indifference, and the harsh words he said casually made people feel ashamed and indignant.

His classmates called him a freak behind his back.

Of course Sherlock knows what those people are saying about him, but who cares what a group of empty-headed goldfish are thinking every day?

Fortunately, Inspector Lestrade can occasionally send him some case information, so that Sherlock can relieve his emptiness a little when he is so idle that his hair grows.

This case was also told by the detective to Sherlock.

In fact, from Sherlock's point of view, those clues were so obvious that he almost put the murderer's name in front of the Scotland Yard detectives.But these guys were so blind that they didn't notice it, and they were so stupid that Sherlock laughed.

I thought I came all the way from school to pass the time, but what Sherlock didn't expect was that he actually met someone he couldn't see through—literally.

Samuel didn't know how to cover up his flaws at all, and it was difficult for Sherlock to ignore it even if he appeared there ostentatiously.

Of course, even if Samuel's eccentricity was so conspicuous, no one at Scotland Yard noticed him.Even after Sherlock had said a few words to him, they thought each other was their friend.

Sherlock had completely lost hope of their observation ability, and now he just wanted to find out Samuel's identity, so he didn't bother to use his tongue to hate himself again.

The Inspector was still surprised when he was gone, thinking that Sherlock had a friend who he could visit.

Samuel knew nothing of all this.

He only thought that a maverick police officer lived in the apartment. Anyway, no matter how devilish the other party was, at best he would say a few innocuous words, which was not a big deal.

The naive Samuel couldn't have imagined at this moment how much he would pay for this moment of looking for a tenant in an effort to save trouble...

Samuel and Sherlock dealt with the contract matters, and they went out together - this was not Samuel's initiative, but Sherlock offered to take him around London to thank Samuel for his generosity. Low rental price.

Samuel: I'm not, I'm not, you made me do it.

Faced with the tenant's hospitality, Samuel had no choice but to go out with Sherlock, and the two walked towards the Thames.

Unexpectedly, not long after they went out, it began to rain lightly, and Samuel and Sherlock who were hiding in the store looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It seems that today's travel plan is going to be ruined." Samuel murmured.

Sherlock, on the other hand, was accustomed to the crackling raindrops falling outside the window. He was subconsciously analyzing the mother and child who had just entered the door, while Samuel was on the sidelines with a "please shut up, I don't want to be kicked out by the shopkeeper now" expression of resistance.

At this moment, Sherlock's eyes swept across a slowly approaching black car. He had just deduced that the voice of the single mother planning to find a new father for her son stopped, and Samuel was relieved. .

"Samuel, come with me." Sherlock glanced at the landlord and motioned him to follow.

Samuel followed Sherlock's words in a daze, and got into the car with him.

Although the black car looks very low-key on the outside, the design inside the car is simple and elegant. Samuel can guarantee that he is sitting on a leather upholstery.

The driver was a beautiful brown-haired lady. The clean cabin was very quiet. It seemed that she didn't like being disturbed by the radio while driving.

Samuel asked Sherlock in a low voice: "When did you call the car? Are all your London free-ride drivers so good-looking?"

The pretty female driver sitting firmly in the driver's seat: "..." She quietly glanced at the passengers in the rear seat from the rearview mirror.

Sherlock gave him a complicated look, with three parts of subtlety, four parts of disgust, two parts of contempt for him and one part of pity and sympathy...

No!

Samuel was stunned by his own thoughts, but he was sure that the meaning of Sherlock's eyes just now was probably not a good evaluation.

But it's complicated, Sherlock still explained indifferently: "It's not the car I ordered—this is Anthea."

The woman named Anthea smiled and said, "Sir, hello, welcome to London as a guest."

Samuel: "..." What's the matter with the sudden flustered feeling.

Hearing the hidden meaning in Anthea's words, Samuel was a little skeptical about life. Why does everyone here seem to be able to tell that I am not a permanent resident here?

Anthea didn't get a reply and didn't say any more, and continued to drive quietly.

The scene on the road is very familiar, it is the road they took when they went out.

Sherlock knew very well who ordered Anthea to come here to pick him up and Samuel, so he was somewhat surprised that Anthea honestly sent them back.

Out of his understanding of a certain control freak, Sherlock couldn't help but sneer: "It's unbelievable that he didn't ask you to pack us directly to the door."

Anthea instantly knew who the "he" in Sherlock's mouth was referring to. It was her immediate boss, a not-so-ordinary government worker...

If you still want to be promoted and raise your salary, it is best not to answer this question.

Anthea doesn't want to be involved in this brotherly war, just keep smiling at this time.

So Anthea didn't say a word, she focused on the road ahead, as if this excellent woman who knew all about London was afraid that she would go the wrong way.

Samuel was dragged out by Sherlock for a circle, and felt that he hadn't seen the scenery of London before being poured back by the rain here.

When they returned to Baker Street, Anthea looked at the gate of 413B casually.After watching Sherlock and Samuel go in, she drove away.

Walking into the apartment, Samuel complained to Sherlock about the unfriendly weather.Just as they were about to go upstairs, another voice rang out.

"Samuel?"

Tony looked at the two curiously, and he asked suspiciously, "Is it raining outside?"

... Fate is beyond words.

The 413, which was originally peaceful, suddenly bubbled up at this time. Its tone was joyful, and it didn't know Samuel's predicament at all: "I know, I know! I just came here for tutoring, and this is called 'Sura Field', right?"