Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Corridors, wall lamps, dim.

Suddenly approaching the face, wanton playful smile.

It is obviously a face that has been disguised, covering up the usual delicacy and elegance, and the cross scar on the cheek is even more rebellious.

Faced with Kelsey like this, Sherlock felt unusually soberly that his heartbeat was accelerating uncontrollably, leaving only one figure in his eyes.

The next second, Sherlock also laughed, lowered his head slowly, and moved closer to Kelsey.

His tone was extraordinarily gentlemanly, but his right hand caressed Kelsey's collar, "You said, I'm dangerous. Dear Jerry, are you sure?"

Their eyes met, and the distance between the two became closer.

Shortened from two fingers to one.If you get any closer, the tips of your noses will touch each other.

"Don't you?"

Kelsey smiled even more, not paying attention to the fingers on the collar, but raised her eyebrows instead. "Sherlock, do you dare to promise?"

That depends on how you define the word dangerous.

To the man with a secret, being exposed is one danger; to the man of reason, falling in love is another.

However, the more dangerous the more charming.

Sherlock's fingers on Kelsey's collar moved.

Gently flicked the collar twice, as if to smooth out non-existent wrinkles or flick off non-existent dust.

"Dare, of course I can assure you. I will never be any danger until the sun rises tomorrow."

Sherlock withdrew his hand, took a step back, and pulled away the too close distance between them.

Immediately, he added specifically, "It's for you, and it's not dangerous. If you think you don't have enough time, you might as well extend it until noon tomorrow."

After all, Sherlock returned to his usual calm, "In that case, can you invite me to accompany you tonight?"

"It's sunny and broad daylight, so it's really relatively safe."

Kelsey also took a step back and became amiable, as if the back and forth just now didn't exist at all.

But she didn't agree bluntly, "Since you set a time limit, I will only give you 15 minutes. Please change into clothes suitable for going to the beer bar."

With that said, Kelsey went to the room to take out the translation package sent by Mr. Tang.

"It's just right, you take it away. I have roughly read it, and you can read it slowly. Now the countdown begins. Mr. Holmes, you have 15 minutes, don't wait when it's over."

Sherlock took the dull translation and smiled helplessly.

Such a heavy package will definitely affect his speed of running home, and there is obviously no need to rush to give it to him right away.

But what more could he ask for?

Kelsey didn't turn him away, but added some small obstacles on purpose, just for fun.

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Sherlock didn't say much, and ran downstairs directly.

Kelsey read her pocket watch and said, "Tom, you might as well get a better pair of shoes."

Better shoes.

Not expensive custom-made leather shoes, but sneakers that fit the docker role.Look half-worn, but light and comfortable to wear.

At the stairway, Sherlock understood it immediately.

His face was bruised, his collar was yellow, and his coat was whitish.

But there is still one key point missing from perfectly playing docker.

——The smell of sweat after a hard day and physical labor.

Change into a pair of shoes that are easy to move in.

When they arrived at the beer bar after jogging for four kilometers, the two would naturally sweat a lot, so they could play the new role without any flaws.

Kelsey led the way with ease, and led Sherlock through the winding streets and alleys to the bar near London Bridge.

Coconut Bar does not have coconut trees.It is very close to the Thames, and there is a freight terminal not far away.

At 08:30 on a summer night, the sky in London has not yet darkened.

The bar doors are already open.There were so many people that even the open-air seats at the entrance were two-thirds full.

From the speech and clothing, it is not difficult to identify that most of the guests in the bar are laborers.

There are also a few gorgeously dressed girls who smile and drink at the same table with the laborers. Most of them are low-level prostitutes who come to the bar to solicit customers.

Stepping into the bar, the smell of poor quality cigarettes, sweat and beer is mixed together.

The loud chatter of guests occasionally drowns out the strumming of guitars, but no one here cares or appreciates the background music.

"what!"

When the red-haired boss saw Kelsey, he stretched out his fist familiarly, "Booker, long time no see!

Across the bar, the two lightly bumped their fists to greet each other.

"Long time no see, Haji. Oh, you know, the distance between Southampton Port and London. It made me miss your stout so much, it's still the same today."

Kelsey took a seat at the corner of the bar, where it was relatively quiet with no other customers.Winked at Sherlock, beckoning him casual.

The red-haired Haji poured lemonade for the two of them first.

Sherlock had already glanced around, and the other guests around him obviously did not receive the same treatment, and the boss treated Kelsey like a VIP.

"Who is this?"

Haji put the glass in front of Sherlock, looked at Kelsey, "I didn't forget, I never saw you bring anyone here."

"This is Holder. It's mine..."

Kelsey paused for a moment, and met Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock was not surprised at all, he was given a new surname.Thank you for keeping the opening sound H. I think Kelsey has also set his character identity.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: Say, who am I to you?

Kelsey turned to Haji and introduced, "Holder, my cousin, works in a mine near London."

"Oh--"

Haji sighed exaggeratedly when he heard the words, and then welcomed Sherlock with a smile:

"Crazy Wolf Booker's cousin, good evening! Holder, just relax with me, what would you like to drink?"

"A glass of ale, please."

Sherlock paid attention to the action of the red hair, and saw that he made two glasses of beer himself and delivered them without delay.

"Please use."

Haji brought the beer and didn't leave immediately, but asked Kelsey with a gossiping smile, "Hey, do you feel that something is missing tonight?"

Kelsey shook her head decisively, as if she didn't see what Haji meant at all.

"Booker, just play dumb with me."

Jill lowered her voice and said, "Don't worry, Lily and Louise are not here. No one will pester you to beg for a night of romance. They are hanging out with the militiamen who have been frequenting recently. Is this good news?"

Kelsey said it nonchalantly, "Other people's business, other people's happiness."

Jill shook her head.It goes without saying that the cruel appearance of this scarred face is the reason why those women never forget it.

Jill didn't stay long, nodded to Sherlock and turned to do other things.

Before leaving, he winked, "Your cousin is a dock worker with a story. It's not convenient for me to talk about the specific story."

Sherlock understood Jill's hint, and looked sideways at Kelsey, who was taking a sip of wine. He made no secret of wanting to hear the story.

"Tom, don't you restrain yourself a little bit. Has anyone else seen this gossiping expression?"

Kelsey was so stared at that she put down the beer mug in her hand, and was about to wipe the froth from the corner of her mouth casually.

Sherlock answered naturally, "You are not someone else."

As soon as this remark came out, Kelsey's finger wiping the corner of his mouth trembled undetectably.

Sherlock continued without seeming to pause, "You are my cousin. As a cousin, it is only natural for me to care about my cousin. Isn't it right?"

Kelsey couldn't help but look sideways, "I just mentioned it casually, you really think of yourself as a cousin."

Xie Luoou smiled back, "You set the script, now blame me for getting into the drama?"

Now that the play has started, only the sunshine of tomorrow can stop it.

"I heard that my cousin has the nickname of Crazy Wolf, and more than one person has taken a fancy to my cousin. Shouldn't a brother ask why?"

Sherlock took it for granted, "I haven't even thought about it, you tried to avoid me before."

Kelsey smiled helplessly, "Dear cousin, don't you know that telling a story takes a lot of time? That's why I hesitated to open the door, lest someone turn into a hundred thousand reasons."

Just, don't want someone to transform into a hundred thousand why?

Sherlock did not care which reason it was.Anyway, Kelsey chose to open the door, which also broke his habit of not bringing others to the Coconut Tree Bar.

"Crazy Wolf was created by Jill."

Kelsey said a few words briefly, "The first time I came here, I happened to encounter some troubles. I just helped Jill settle some people."

"Settling it? By beating someone?"

Sherlock spoke in interrogative sentences, but he was sure nine times out of ten he was right.

Kelsey nodded, "Be polite and don't scold people. Why should I use my mouth if I can do it here."

More than a year ago, when Kelsey arrived for the first time, he once used this place as a free training ground.No matter what the record in the previous life is, the skills of the new body are also practiced.

It's a pity that the sandbags have more than enough strength, but not enough fighting skills.Fortunately, she found a more professional sparring partner, and she just went to fight underground black boxing.

Of course, Kelsey wouldn't bring up those latter things.

Sherlock told himself that there was nothing unexpected.

Jerry Booker, the scar-faced longshoreman who walks alone.

The Coconut Tree Bar gathers a group of underclass workers who have drunk too much.

No one here appreciates the art of language, straight to the point, and nothing that can be resolved with fists.

"It seems that the nickname given by the boss is very appropriate." Sherlock teased, "A stray wolf travels alone, one against a hundred, isn't it crazy? I also guessed the answer to the next question. What about Lily and Louie? Ruth, they were all captivated by your bravery."

Kelsey admitted without blushing, "Yes, this is the distress of being too charming. God testify, I never talked to anyone, I just found a place to have a drink. The Coconut Tree Bar is noisy, but the atmosphere is still there. good."

As it turns out, Coconut Bar doesn't need a hero to save the beauty.

Some are just prostitutes who want to choose the desired prostitutes/clients, and some are just drunks who must be suppressed by force when they make trouble.

Sherlock took a sip from his glass.The taste of beer in the Coconut Tree Bar is not good, but it is the alcoholic product that meets the wages of the workers.

He was sure that Kelsey didn't come here for wine tasting. As for whether it was just to feel the atmosphere, there was no other reason at present.

There is always a reason.

Kelsey originally came here to follow the trail of a man.

——Paul Goodman, a retired militiaman, came to London with his original body.After draining the original body's savings, he went to sea and died.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Kelsey investigated Goodman in detail. Before he went to sea, he lived in the hotel next to the Coconut Tree Bar, but so far there is no news.

About those secrets, all in a glass of dark beer.

Kelsey stopped after one drink.Not to mention drunk, not even a little drunk, so I won't take a drop.

The next day, everything about last night, beer and sweat seemed to evaporate in the sun.

Three or four in the afternoon, University of London.

Watson proposed to Kelsey to have afternoon tea together, mainly to discuss the official rehearsal of "The Dark Castle" last night.Of course, he also called Sherlock, both of whom were investors.

Yesterday, Watson wanted to invite the two to the stage, but Sherlock declined because of the fatigue of the journey.

He also heard about the Paris massacre, and hoped that the two of them would not be affected by the murder, so that they could discuss the serious business of the musical.

"I haven't seen you for a while, how are you two?"

Watson said with concern, seeing that both Kelsey and Sherlock were in high spirits.It shouldn't be like him reviewing the rehearsal until the early morning to go home. I'm afraid the two of them will fall asleep as soon as they return to London, right?