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This is a very spacious four-wheeled carriage, but in Athena's opinion, it is still far inferior to the "pumpkin carriage" in "Cinderella". Of course, it is extremely unwise to compare reality with fairy tales.

London outside the window is full of muddy streets and even horse manure can be clearly seen. If you step on such a road with your shoes on, let alone dirty shoes, even the hem of your skirt will be doomed.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely dignified. Sitting beside him was Lestrade who was forcibly brought into the carriage by Sherlock. He put his hands neatly on his knees and looked at Sherlock anxiously. He hesitated for a long time before asking. : "Can I ask...why do I have to sit here, where are you taking me? If possible, I would like to ask..."

"No! You can't ask!" Sherlock, with his arms folded across his chest, cut off Lestrade's procrastinating question. Lestrade just shrank aside and nodded to himself. Gladly accept the reality of this inequality.

On the contrary, Athena frowned and looked at Lestrade and whispered: "He said he couldn't ask, so why don't you ask?"

"Ah... well... Anyway, it will be here in a while, I don't think it's okay." Lestrade pursed his lips.

Athena also hugged her chest and said, "What if he sells you?"

Lestrade shook his head and was slightly stunned: "Then... it won't happen, right? It won't happen!"

Athena: "You should know that there are always some young men who go astray nowadays, with thin skin and tender flesh relying on a good skin to make cheap money? However, I think there are always some of these people who are forced to be helpless. It was kidnapped and trafficked. How can the human heart know everything? It’s always hard to say that the decent person sitting across from you may be one of these dirty things.”

Lestrade only felt a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and asked tentatively, "You mean... male|prostitute?"

"Cough cough cough..." Watson cleared his throat, looked down at Athena and Lestrade and whispered, "You two know that we are riding in the same carriage, right? You two also know We can hear every word you say, right?"

Without waiting for Athena to speak, Sherlock next to him laughed lightly and said, "Don't be stupid, John, do you think this is for Giovanni?"

"..."

Suddenly there was silence in the carriage, and the remaining three looked at Sherlock together, making him ask uncomfortably, "What are you looking at me for?"

Watson: "Who is Giovanni? Don Giovanni from Don Giovanni?"

Athena: "Who is Giovanni? What nonsense have you been talking about all day?"

Lestrade: "Who is Giovanni? Does it have anything to do with the topic just now?"

Sherlock looked up at Lestrade and blinked, and suddenly smiled politely, "I'm sorry, George!"

"..."

Athena said indifferently: "His name is Greg!"

Watson said indifferently, "His name is Gregory!"

Lestrade opened his mouth suddenly, and it wasn't until then that he realized that Sherlock had misremembered his name. The good-natured Lestrade patiently explained: "Gregory is my full name, Greg is Gregory's nickname. I think you've misremembered, I'm not Giovanni...it's an Italian name, and I'm not Giorgio..."

Sherlock suddenly interrupted: "Anyway! Watson, what you said just now was for us. Could it be that you thought it was for... um... Lestrade?"

"..."

have to!It seemed that he didn't intend to remember at all.

The carriage drove through the mud and turned several streets. At this time, the street was already a clean, peaceful and affluent broad avenue. On both sides of the street were gentlemen in suits and leather shoes and high-class ladies with poodles.

Watson put on his gloves and looked down the window, "Is that Pall Mall? We're almost there!"

Sherlock didn't answer, but looked at Athena and asked: "Mycroft hasn't told me until now, why you came back from Paris, France, is it... living a bad life?"

His awkward concern didn't last for 30 seconds, and he quickly changed to a sarcasm: "Or did you make trouble in Paris again? Athena, you have inherited an incomparably outstanding artistic talent, and you should make good use of it Instead of wasting time at some boring receptions and dinners."

"This is my talent, and how I want to control it has nothing to do with you. It's a pity that you don't have such an outstanding talent. Are you envious? Are you jealous?" Athena said respectfully, but the sarcasm in her words was not the same as Sherlock is exactly the same.

Sherlock was used to quarreling with her sister, but sarcasm never seemed to be her usual method.In the past, Athena was always the silly and sweet person who would only say "I want you to take care of it!", but now Athena is much fiercer...

It seems that the two years of living in Paris have made her grow a lot, and even her mind is better.

Of course, only so many!

Sherlock didn't speak anymore after thinking like this, he opened the door and walked out indifferently when the carriage stopped, but Watson looked at Athena intimately and comforted: "You know he is always like this, Sherlock His words are always unpleasant or even annoying, but he has no malicious intentions."

Athena nodded, looked at the friendly Dr. Watson and said with a smile, "It's hard for you to live with him for so long. I think it must be unbearable for ordinary people."

"Oh God! Who said otherwise!" Watson smiled helplessly while supporting the brim of his hat, and just got out of the carriage.

He stood beside the carriage and stretched out his hand and waited for Athena to come down. Sherlock, who was not far away, saw Watson like this, but shouted again with great displeasure: "John, stop being so courteous, it's useless! "

Watson turned his head sullenly and couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Sherlock: "Sherlock! This is what a gentleman should do, not courting. Can you be less mean to me and your sister? After all, she is Your only sister, and I am the only one who is willing to rent with you!"

Speaking of this, Watson became even more angry. He walked up the stairs and looked at Sherlock who was still confused, and said in a low voice but gritted his teeth: "Do you know? Apart from me, there will be no one in this world. Anyone who is willing to rent a room with you, you know? Who would allow their roommate to dissect pig brains at home? Who would allow their roommate to incubate venomous snake eggs at home?

Um?just me! Now!I want you to show some restraint and try to be kind and friendly, okay?Whether to me or your sister or Inspector Lestrade, is that clear? "

"Hmph~" Sherlock held his head up and snorted softly, but considering that Watson paid for the other half of the rent on Baker Street 221B, he still bowed his head reluctantly and said: "After fully understanding your thoughts, I will Try to think about it!"

After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned his head coolly, swayed his cloak and raised his head again like a proud little rooster, and walked into the room. Standing at the door, Watson could only look at the indifferent butler beside the steps and nodded in embarrassment. .

Athena turned her head to look at Lestrade again, and whispered, "You haven't forgotten your promise, have you?"

"What?" He got up slightly to get out of the car.

"Promise!" Athena reminded again.

"Oh! You're talking about that night in Paris..." Lestrade nodded and got out of the car smoothly before looking back at Athena and saying, "Don't worry, what I promised you will not change."

Athena nodded and helped Lestrade walk down naturally. Although the housekeeper Vettel in the distance saw Athena's move, he didn't say much. Instead, he walked down the stairs and greeted: "Miss , I'm glad you're back."

Athena was stunned for a moment, and soon she realized that the butler in her memory was Vettel who had been by Mycroft's side all the time, but the tall, thin and slightly bald butler in front of her seemed to be the same as the one in her memory. Vettel is a little different.

It seems that just two years is enough to change the hair volume of a British man.

Athena stretched out her hand and smiled, "Vettel, long time no see!"

Vettel bent down and kissed the back of Athena's hand and said with a smile: "Miss has become a lady!" After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back and said respectfully: "Sir asked me to send your luggage to Baker Street, he I rented room 221A for you, and paid the rent for you, here is the key..."

"Wait! Baker Street? 221A? Why should I move next door to Sherlock? Why can't I live with my brother?"

Just seeing Sherlock himself today has already made Athena exhausted.

Then move to his next door... Then I don't know how many troubles will be caused.Athena was naturally unwilling, but Vettel replied without changing his face: "Miss, this is for your safety, and sir will go to the United States for a business trip in two days. It is a very important errand. There is no way to spare time to take care of you, it is very unsafe for you to live here alone. What's more, Sherlock is also your brother, sir, I believe he will protect you!"

"No! I'm not going!" Athena replied decisively. "Take my luggage to the hotel in Northumberland Street. I'd rather stay in a hotel than live with Sherlock!"

"Miss……"

"Ok, deal!"

Vettel wanted to say something else, but Athena walked up the stairs with her skirt in her hands and walked into the house, leaving only Lestrade standing there with a slightly apologetic smile: "Please forgive me, then I ..."

"Please! Inspector Lestrade, our husband is waiting anxiously!" Vettel bowed slightly and looked at Lestrade with a smile. He didn't say anything, but walked quietly to the carriage and talked with the driver.

Lestrade looked at the house in front of him, and for some reason a sense of tension welled up in his heart.

Mycroft, Athena's other brother, if only he wasn't as difficult as Sherlock!