The Witch of Baker Street

As Mo Han expected, she had a very comfortable sleep and had a beautiful dream.

She dreamed that she seemed to be traveling in the universe again, with familiar friends and familiar scenes.

All those former friends gathered together, as well as the person who had the deepest influence on her.

When everything really made her want to look up to the sky and laugh, suddenly there was an earth-shattering "Didi Didi" alarm sound.

It's 08:30am London time and the weather is fine.

Mo Han dazedly turned off the endless alarm clock on the bedside, squinted his eyes to get used to the sunlight that slipped in from outside the curtains.Feeling as if he had woken up a bit, he pulled his messy hair and got out of the bed.

Another lovely Saturday morning, but unfortunately she has to work overtime today.

After changing his clothes and washing up in the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Mo Han walked down the stairs holding his stiff neck.

At 08:30 on a Saturday morning, only the kitchen on the second floor of 221b can hear some movement.

Mo Han yawned and walked straight to the kitchen facing the stairs, not surprised to see Watson busy.

"Hi, good morning John."

"Oh, good morning, Momo." Watson gave Mo Han a smile between the fried eggs, and then put the egg that was fried golden on both sides on the plate, "Do you still need to go to work today?"

"Yes." Mo Han thumped his neck twice, feeling much better.She frowned, and asked Watson beside her uncertainly, "How many Saturday classes is this already?"

"Dear Momo, you can't always expect me to remember how many Saturdays you worked like I remember when your period came."

Watson smiled narrowly and put two fried eggs, a few pieces of toast smeared with condensed milk, and a glass of milk in front of Mo Han, "Or you can consider finding a boyfriend, so that your boss won't judge you You’re always made to work overtime on Saturdays without a date.”

"Come on, boyfriend..." Mo Han snorted, and poured down half a glass of milk, "Did one fall from the sky and save my Saturday, which I haven't had a rest for a long time?"

With his back turned to her, Watson shrugged, and continued to fry his eggs noncommittally.He had to keep an eye on the eggs in the pot, because the other guy wasn't as talkative as Mo Han.

Just for an omelette, he needs the kind of omelette whose egg whites are fully cooked on all sides, but the yolk inside has no sign of hardening at all.Because of such a technical job, he could only concentrate on competing with that poor egg, and couldn't continue to chat with Mo Han about the boyfriend.

Mo Han didn't take it seriously, she ate her own breakfast as usual, and just swallowed a piece of toast, the sound of someone walking down the stairs came from behind her.

"Hi Clint. Good morning."

Because of the angle, Watson, who was the first to see Patton coming down, took the time to say hello to him, and Patton also replied a friendly good morning.Looking at Mo Han who was sitting with his back to him, Barton hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled the chair opposite her and sat down.

"Good morning...Momo."

This was the first time Barton called Mohan's name, as they agreed on Baker Street before, she called him Clint, and he called her Momo.It's just that he hadn't yelled out because of some of his thoughts before. When he saw her today, he hesitated for some reason. The f syllable at the beginning of Miss Holmes had already been spinning on the tip of his tongue, but he changed it at the last moment. Become Momo.

Perhaps, what Mo Han said that made him think all night played a role.

"Good morning."

Mo Han raised his head from his breakfast, feeling a little depressed because he was still in the vicious cycle of "I have to go to work on Saturday because I don't have a boyfriend".

As soon as Barton sat down, another breakfast was handed to him, along with a Watson brand warm smile.Patton raised the corner of his mouth and gave Watson a sincere and warm smile and a thank you, which made Watson raise his eyebrows.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Button cut the toast into small pieces and forked them into his mouth piece by piece. He naturally felt a strange aura around Mohan.This is very inconsistent with his perception of this girl. How can a girl who has always been sunny have such sad emotions?Surprised, the words came out of his mouth before he could think carefully.

"Ah? What?" Mo Han, who didn't know where the fugue had gone, was pulled back by Button, and after three seconds of blanking his eyes, he finally received the brain wave of the sentence that Button said three seconds ago. "It's okay, I just feel the malice of this world towards people like us."

"Put away your unfounded theory. If the world really has ill will towards some people, then I'm afraid I'll die of joy."

A deep magnetic voice came in, Mo Han rolled his eyes, and turned to the direction of the voice.

"Shelley, as I said a long time ago, your world is not the world of ordinary people like us, ok? So I'm sorry, but I can't make you happy."

Standing at the door of the kitchen was Sherlock wearing his expensive silk pajamas. He must have just woken up, his hair was not combed, his collar was not pulled properly, most of his chest was exposed, and his whole body was filled with a kind of sexy breath.

Noble and seductive.

Barton gave a low cough after only one glance, and then focused on exercising skills with the fried eggs on the plate.

When Watson heard the sound, he turned his head and saw such a lively and fragrant picture. He frowned and quickly put the plate in his hand on the counter, and the figure swayed to Sherlock's side as soon as he moved. His clothes were pulled up, blocking more places that shouldn't be exposed.

"Pay attention to Sherlock, there are others here."

Watson whispered bitterly in his ear.

Sherlock glanced at the man at the table who was acting like a turtle and didn't see anything, raised his eyebrows, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Momo has already gotten used to it, if you say it's that American super agent, Then you can rest assured that he is straight. And in his mind, we have been reduced to a couple, and there will be no other thoughts."

Watson held his forehead helplessly and sighed, this point is not right at all, okay? !

"Clint."

Mo Han suddenly said, with a strong tone in his tone, "Call him Clint, don't call him 'that American super agent'."

She glanced at Watson, raised her eyebrows provocatively at Sherlock, "If you don't want me to say 'that woman' in front of John every day."

Sherlock stared at Mohan closely without blinking.He gently pushed Watson away in front of him, ignoring him calling his name in a low voice behind him.He approached Mo Han step by step, with an aggression that made Mo Han feel a little anxious and rubbed back two spaces.

"You care about him." Sherlock's face stopped in front of Mo Han, and he sat on the dining table with the distance between them not exceeding two centimeters.

"You actually care a lot about a man you've only known for 24 hours. You care about his thoughts, his mood, and his future life. You want him to integrate into us, not to block himself out of us. You Hopefully we can accept him, even though you know we hate agents. You're attracted to him, you want to get to know him better, or you want to change him, save him."

"What... what?"

"What?" Sherlock repeated Mo Han's words lightly, then straightened up with a mischievous smile, and looked down at her condescendingly.

"My dear sister, you are in love with him."

"what?!"

This time, it wasn't just Mo Han who was shocked. Even Barton, who originally wanted to treat himself as a wallflower, raised his head because of this sentence, with obvious shock on his always cold face.

"Hehehe...just kidding." Mo Han's heart jumped wildly because of these words, she laughed dryly twice, then turned her head to seek Watson's help, "John, as a doctor, quickly check Sherlock, He must have been deranged from being too happy to share a room with you above board yesterday."

"Everyone will use other things to divert their attention as a cover when someone exposes their thoughts. This is exactly the manifestation of their guilty conscience, and it proves that I am right. And, do you think I am joking? ?” Without waiting for Watson to pull him away, Sherlock jumped off the table spontaneously, and Sherlock resumed his usual tone, “Also, I am a high-functioning sociopath, not a deranged person.”

He turned his head to look at Barton, who was still stunned, and added, "I hope you don't make mistakes."

"God!"

Mo Han really didn't want to make any further rebuttals.She has known since she was five years old that she probably can speak up to anyone in this world, but she just can't speak up to Sherlock.This person's brain waves had never been on the same circuit as hers, and she had never seen anyone who could speak better than Sherlock except Mycroft since she was a child.

Forgive her for not being their two guys with high IQ and childlike innocence, she is just an ordinary unlucky girl.

Mo Han pushed away the tableware in front of him, moved the chair back one space, and made a quick decision.

"Clint, have you eaten yet? I'm going to be late for work."

Barton nodded hesitantly, and Mohan immediately ran out of the kitchen like a rocket chasing her, "Then let's go."

This damned malicious world, she can't even have a proper breakfast!

Seeing the figures of Mohan and Barton disappearing at the door, Watson shook his head helplessly, "Why can't you talk to her properly? It must be so direct, in front of Clint. You clearly know that she has no love at all. Just like a frightened child..."

"She's just a coward," Sherlock interrupted Watson, "but she can't be a coward forever."

Watson admitted that this sentence was true, but he still remembered how Mo Han collapsed after her unresolved relationship three years ago.

"But she didn't feel it at all! Didn't you realize that her mouth was open enough to stuff a boiled egg, and Clint sitting opposite her seemed to have eaten a cockroach?"

Sherlock opened another chair next to Mohan's just now and sat down, Watson handed him his breakfast naturally.

"They need time, but time will not wait for them. Before Momo or the agent realizes, they have become two parallel lines."

Sherlock picked up a sausage, took a bite and chewed it twice, then frowned, and put the two sausages on Watson's plate in disgust.

"Hey..." Watson disapproved and wanted to stop his behavior.

"A little old." Sherlock blinked aggrievedly.

Whenever Sherlock did this, he always succeeded in getting Watson to grant him whatever he wanted.This time was no exception, Watson surrendered with a small white flag, and resignedly included those two sausages in his breakfast category.

Sherlock smiled with satisfaction and began to eat his fried eggs, continuing the previous topic by the way, "I just acted as a catalyst to bring about a little change in their environment so that they could respond better."

"Since she came back, she has been evading the issue of feelings. She has experienced so many things, which are more exciting than those we have experienced. However, she has never let herself out of the shadow. We are openly and secretly I have said so many times to make her forget the past, but she always uses various excuses to avoid this topic."

Watson lowered his head and smiled, "I hope you don't over-catalyze the catalyst, so that the two reagents not only don't have the expected chemical reaction, but nothing happens, or worse."

Sherlock's mouth curved confidently.

"I'm never wrong."