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

Tang Heng was discharged from the hospital two days later. Her wound was still aching, but the healing state of the wound had already amazed the doctor.During this period, the police controlled Christopher Jamie. This person killed him without knowing anything. He would not escape his due end, and Lestrade contacted police officers from all over the country and asked them to search for the male extras named Jack Weber across the country.

Some doubts in the case have not been disclosed to the public, but Sherlock once again solved the case at a fighting speed and became the headlines of the news these days. Also, under the name of the great detective, Evelyn Tang's name only appeared in newspapers A corner, did not attract too much attention.

Christopher was miserably picked up by the public, all the information from his birth was disclosed, people pointed at him, it seems that they have never liked this actor before, and they have never worried about his future, so happy, Jie Since Mi was arrested, he has never spoken again. He seems to have fallen into another world, and his mental state is very poor. Considering that his current testimony cannot be submitted to the court, Lestrade plans to wait until When Dr. Hannibal Lecter arrives, let them talk first, maybe there will be progress.

And Moriarty, who appeared in front of Tang Heng, seemed to be just trying to show her face, and never appeared again after that.I don't know what Mycroft and Tang's parents and Tang's mother said. After that, Tang Heng was sent to 221B Baker Street in a black car. Watson and the dark-faced Sherlock were standing at the door waiting for her arrival. .

Compared to the irritable Sherlock, Watson was very happy. He found a job in a hospital three streets away from Baker Street. He recently met a girl named Mary. They had a crush on each other. Watson stood up The pressure of Sherlock has dated Mary a few times, and they all have the idea of ​​​​the next step. Maybe they will get engaged at the end of this year, and after the engagement, he will undoubtedly move out of Baker Street.

Therefore, at this time, Mycroft sent a roommate to solve his urgent needs. He very much hoped that the relationship between this new roommate and Sherlock would be good.

"What the hell is that fat man doing? I said I don't need another roommate, and this case will be over soon, can he put this fragile goldfish in another tank?" Sherlock said a little irritably Pressing the door frame, he felt that he shouldn't be in this situation because of a momentary curiosity.

Tang Heng held her small bag containing her belongings and shook her head, "Probably not, this is a deal, to keep you from being bored, it seems that your brother cares about you very much." She paused Dun, "I used to have an elder brother, but he is obviously not as considerate as your elder brother."

Sherlock, who had already known about Tang Heng's background, changed his expression. He felt that McCoff definitely had this in mind before sending Tang Heng to him. Seeing that this woman did have something to dig out, this He pressed the account first but did not mention it.

Tang Heng looked at the driver on the side carrying the luggage up, and she greeted Mrs. Hudson herself. Mrs. Hudson knew what she had just experienced a few days ago, "Good boy, stay here with peace of mind , Sherlock has found the murderer, and I dare say there is no safer place in the whole of England than here."

"I know." Tang Heng looked at the loving old lady in front of him, showing a shallow smile. Although he didn't know why he didn't return to the original world after his death, since he came here at that time, he was safe. The original owner was dead, and her last wish before death was to let her live well, and she would naturally fulfill this wish for the original owner.

It's just that I don't know when the bureau and the family will find out that something is wrong so that they can take her back.

Tang Heng, the Tang family, and the Yun family live in the opposite door. As a family with the same reputation as the Yun family, the Tang family's combat effectiveness is not strong, but they are definitely the top in the industry on the road of assistance. Tang Heng found it by himself after graduation. After working, she resigned after half a year. By the way, the vice president who harassed her and thought she was a domineering president was sent to the bureau.

She originally thought that she might have to carry a heavy burden on the way to find a job, but she received a notice from the Kunlun General Administration, asking her to start working immediately. As a leader of the Tang family's generation, Tang Heng's name was on the attention list of the General Administration early in the morning. Yes, the director's daughter Xu Yu was also on duty at the same time as her, but their time was staggered in the last world, so that even though Tang Heng died, they didn't know whether the task was completed or not.

But now, she is in a world with Sherlock Holmes, one Chinese and one foreign, and she still can't adapt to it for a while, and, if she remembers correctly, Holmes seems to be a mission from Britain in the 20th century, this one uses mobile phones and computers , is the curly-haired, rebel-looking guy really a famous detective?

The system Tang Heng was carrying had stopped working. If she couldn't go back, she would have to think about how to make a living in this world. The first priority was to find a job. She sighed and sat on the sofa on the second floor, watching Sherlock and Watson on the opposite side, with serious expressions, started the conversation between them.

"I'm not interested in the deal between you and the fat man." Sherlock expressed his attitude, "In a sense, you are a bigger problem than me."

Both Watson and Tang Heng were slightly surprised, and expressed disbelief that Sherlock could realize that they were troublesome. The meaning in their eyes was too obvious, and Sherlock held back his thoughts. The urge to hit them with the stick on the table.

"I need an assistant recently. Since the fat man thinks you are usable, it means that you are at least the smarter goldfish. Within three days, I hope you can have a specific study and understanding of psychology."

Tang Heng thought for a while, "Do you want me to talk to that Dr. Lecter about psychology, or do you hope that I can pretend to be a stage actor who only knows how to perform?"

"......the latter."

"Then, happy cooperation!" Tang Heng and Sherlock clapped hands, and then Sherlock took out his tablet.

Sherlock placed the computer in front of Tang Heng, "This is everything you need to learn, and Mrs. Hudson is going on a trip, so I will depend on you for food during this time."

Tang Heng didn't ask him why he thought she could cook, but she visited Mrs. Hudson's kitchen and Sherlock's refrigerator, and she had doubts about what she was going to cook during this time.

Mrs. Hudson's kitchen is a typical English kitchen. She tasted a piece of Mrs. Hudson's biscuit and found the sweetness and taste to be acceptable. She had lived in that world for decades before, and her taste was already bland. It can no longer be light, and it will take some time to get used to it.

As for Sherlock's refrigerator, it is probably the cold storage where Sherlock puts his collection. Although Watson once again angrily threw out the things that Sherlock smuggled in, they all knew that these things would still appear next time, Don Heng took a closer look and found that Sherlock was quite measured. It seemed that some of the corpses were put together with food, but there was still a barrier between them.

Tang Heng thought about it and had a good idea.

A day later, Watson sat in his chair, fork in hand, staring blankly at the cookie cutters on the plate in front of him, feeling that the world had gone crazy.

Sherlock, who had just finished taking a shower, hadn't fully opened his eyes, and his curly hair was messy and wet. Tang Heng, who walked into the kitchen, wanted to take out a big towel and use it up and down his hands.He sat on the sofa with a plate, picked up a long cookie and took a bite. Dark red liquid spread from the edge of the cookie.

Watson: Sherlock! ! !

His current appearance coincides with that of the famous painting, Sherlock squinted his eyes contentedly, the cranberry jam sandwich in the cookie is very delicious, he is very satisfied with the new chef's craftsmanship, as for the shape of the cookie , is that something important?

Tang Heng came out with his share, and Watson found that her share of cookies was so normal, he couldn't help asking questions from the depths of his soul.

"You ask this. I looked at Sherlock's refrigerator yesterday and got a certain understanding of his taste, but I forgot to ask you at the time. Then I asked Sherlock, and he said that it is fine to be the same as him." Tang Heng had a sorry look on his face.

Watson felt a little hard to finish. Tang Heng put down the plate and seemed to remember something, "Wait a minute, I made coffee."

When Watson looked at the familiar eyeball in the coffee cup, he began to wonder if McCoff wanted to murder the two of them in this way, Tang Heng put the coffee cup in front of him, "This is sugar cubes, just It’s just made into this shape, it will melt soon, I used it as an embellishment, doesn’t it fit the theme of breakfast.”

"...Well." Watson answered very hard. He looked at Sherlock who didn't care at all, and then at Tang Heng who was very interested. He paused and asked, "Then what is lunch?" What?"

"Lunch is normal, don't worry, it's absolutely delicious, and my craftsmanship is very good."

After running outside for half a day and returning to Baker Street, Watson was speechless looking at the lunch served by Tang Heng. The liver set meal was bright in color, and that color was definitely not dark red after cooking. There was a small and exquisite skull on the side of the plate. As an embellishment to the plate, the drink is coffee with eyeball sugar cubes, and the dessert after the meal is a cookie with severed fingers.

Watson: ... crazy, all crazy!