[Comprehensive British and American] Today's meal at 221B Baker Street

The game is on, what game is on?Tang Heng put the envelope and letter paper away in a daze, making sure he didn't leave any marks on them. Sherlock went out for a stroll. She knew that this guy was actually looking for the fun that McCauf said. She sincerely hoped Sherlock was able to have fun instead of finding out in the end that it was a lie by Mycroft.

The night is coming gradually, and Tang Heng has already begun to feel the black mud hidden under the darkness of Gotham is gradually extending outward. The Wayne Hotel stands in the darkness, brightly lit, like the only bright light in the night. According to complete statistics, the accident rate of the Wayne Hotel is much lower than that of other buildings in Gotham, only about 20.00%.

At [-]:[-], Sherlock came back with a big bag. He took off his eyes, rubbed his stiff face, and happily called Tang Heng to come over and take a look. There was a set of tattered clothes in the bag. He spent an afternoon finding it in a garbage dump in Gotham. According to Sherlock's identification, it should have been left by the murderer.

"I don't think that murderer is very smart. Someone sent a letter this afternoon. The letter was on the table. There was only one sentence written in it. The game started. I thought, the person who wrote the letter definitely didn't want to play games with me. , Then, his target should be you." Tang Heng took the letter paper over, her face expressionless, and she even began to wonder in her heart why she appeared in this world.

Sherlock carefully checked the letter paper, and finally confirmed that it was the letter paper from the front desk of the hotel. There was nothing special about it. The handwriting was a woman's handwriting, very scribbled. It looked like it was written by the reception lady at the front desk. There was nothing wrong with it, "Delivery What was the waitress like?"

"Blonde hair, the quality of the hair is not very good, it is half the length of the back, and it is a little forked." Tang Heng looked at Sherlock's face, and explained, "You know, we women are very sensitive to this aspect, about At about thirty, the skin is pale, as if it has not seen the sun for a long time, the skin is not very good, the nails are dull, and the appearance is about six to seven points, but because it is not very trim, it can only be five points. "

"She still looks like a waiter in a hotel. Her clothes fit her well, but I didn't pay attention to her brand name. Her temper doesn't look very good, and her spirit is a little depressed. I believe that no matter whether this letter is related to her She is related, she must still be in the hotel now, you can find her and ask."

Just as they were talking, there was another knock on the door, and Tang Heng went to open the door, and it was the waitress again standing at the door, this time she looked much neater than before, her hair seemed to be pomaded and smooth After a while, Tang Heng could smell the faint scent of perfume on her body, it wasn't pungent, obviously it wasn't some kind of street food.

"Hello, do you need room service here?" The waitress said the same as in the afternoon, wondering if she had seen Sherlock's return, so she came to ask.

Sherlock turned his back to them, closed the bag, and covered it with the blanket on the armrest of the sofa, then stood up and turned to face them. The waitress standing at the door did not wear a name tag on her chest, but was wearing a white shirt and In a black dress, with her hands folded in front of her body, her fingers subconsciously stirred, she seemed very nervous, similar to what Tang Heng said, she is indeed a good-looking girl, provided that her pale, bloodless skin and some Frizzy hair.

He picked up the letter, "This letter was sent by you, so do you remember who gave this letter to you?"

The waitress nodded, she made a reminiscence expression, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, she said slowly, "It's a woman in a beige trench coat with sunglasses, she should be a rich lady, she put the letter on the front desk , asked to forward this letter, I just passed by, and the front desk handed over this matter to me."

Tang Heng asked suddenly: "What's your name?"

"RH Emily." The waitress smiled. She was arranging her hair with her hands when she was talking, and her movements were so frequent that she was a little nervous.

"Amyles, besides these, don't you remember anything else? For example, the identity of that lady." Sherlock walked over, watched Amyles subconsciously take a few steps back, and looked at his There was a hint of panic and some emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

Emily shook her head, "I don't remember, sir, do you need room service?"

Both Tang Heng and Sherlock said they didn't need it. The two of them stood in front of the door, just blocking the scene inside the door completely. Amy Lesi's eyes trying to look into the room were all blocked, and she smiled embarrassingly. , "If Mr. and Ms. don't need room service, I'll leave. I'm really sorry to disturb you."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Sherlock with some nostalgia, then turned around and left, after confirming that the girl had gone downstairs and left, Tang Heng and Sherlock closed the door.

"I don't think this girl gives me a good feeling." Tang Heng felt the gloom and a kind of repressed madness from Amy Les, which made her very uncomfortable, and she instinctively wanted to avoid this kind of person, To avoid putting yourself in a dangerous situation.

Sherlock didn't speak, he went back to the sofa and continued to study the murderer's clothes he found in the junkyard.

Tang Heng sighed. Watson did not come out this time, because this happy man and Mary are progressing smoothly. If there is no accident, when they return from the United States, they will probably be able to see that Watson and Mary have already passed away. The news of the engagement came. Of course, Watson did not forget his good brother Sherlock. He entrusted Tang Heng with a glorious task-responsible for recording the story of Sherlock in the United States.

Watson even graciously gave up his blog and allowed Tang Heng to publish directly. Tang Heng was very moved and then rejected him.Tang Heng didn't want to be assigned the position of Sherlock's exclusive recorder from now on, although this secretary position has already made her very painful.

Sherlock is a good detective, and Mycroft is also a good boss. They are quite generous in terms of salary and treatment, but the danger and additional danger of the job given by the two of them is too high, so high that many people don't like it. Thank you very much for this job, and then Tang Heng was arrested.

She looked gloomily at Sherlock who was already immersed in her own world, picked up the phone, and was about to contact Bruce Wayne.

Bruce was preparing his first speech, the audience was four little birds, Dick, as the eldest brother, had to sit on the sofa dignifiedly, he was captured from Bludhaven, in order to listen to his father give a speech, The barrage in his heart has been emptied several times, and it is still bouncing out at a frequency of hundreds of barrages per second.

Jason's face was very dark. He was treated the same as Dick. He was brought back during the night patrol. Beside him sat the well-behaved Tim. What the well-behaved little Red Bird was thinking was that Bruce was from Wayne Enterprises. The owner, and he is the current executive president, is it possible that Bruce has run for mayor, and he is going to become the mayor's assistant?

Afu served cookies and milk, watched his master standing on the platform on the second floor giving an impassioned speech, and by the way pressed the expressionless Damian on the sofa. Damian felt that his father might be out of his mind He was about to write a letter to his mother to find out what happened to make Batman suddenly change his mind and run for mayor.

The atmosphere was very stagnant, but Bruce didn't seem to notice it at all. After the speech, he was even in the mood to ask the four little birds how their speech was. Speech to speech, the mayor is definitely none other than Batman.

"Gotham's night patrol depends on you recently." Bruce felt that he should trust them, so he said such letting go for the first time, in exchange for the frightened expressions of the four birds, and the corners of his lips were unsteady. Consciously evoked upwards, feeling genuine pleasure from the response brought about by this sentence.

Dick spoke with some difficulty, "What happened? It's your body—" He couldn't continue to ask, because Bruce's body is healthy to the naked eye, and there haven't been any earth-shattering events recently, so there is no need for the Justice League to come forward Solved, after the big change in the timeline, everything seems to be going in a good direction, maybe it is because of this that Batman decided to let go?

Bruce shook his head, "Someone told me that I should try to trust you. After thinking about it for a while, I found out that it is indeed the case. I should believe that you can do a good job. It just so happens that I have something to deal with right now. So, during this time, I will hand Gotham into your hands."

The four little birds cheered up, especially Jason, Tim and Damian. They all looked at each other and thought this was a chance to prove to their father that they were the best.

Bruce took his manuscript and was about to polish it again. He took the plate of cookies away, and when a few birds didn't notice at all, "I'm going to prepare for the mayor's election next, so Gotham is It's up to you guys."

Ah Fu went upstairs with him, "It seems that my old man's wish has finally come true. You are finally ready to hide behind the scenes, right?"

"Not really." Bruce closed the door, his expression became serious, "After the timeline has been changed, many things are different from what we expected, but some things are getting better and some things are getting worse, Xia Locke Holmes has come to Gotham, and I need to investigate some things with him, and." He paused, as if he felt like a villain for saying such words.

"Also, it seems to be better to be a pusher behind the scenes."