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221B Baker Street, this well-known house has appeared countless times on TV and movies in various countries, but it still shocked Athena to stand in front of this house.

The virtual story has now become its own world.

How wonderful and strange!

The three-storey building is a typical British building, and even the iron guardrail at the door is full of British style.

Athena slowly opened the carriage. A middle-aged woman with an elegant dress and face was waiting at the door. As soon as she saw Athena, she immediately came forward and asked, "Miss Holmes?"

"Yes, that's right!"

After getting an affirmative answer, the middle-aged woman only smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello, I am the landlord here. Just call me Mrs. Hudson! Your brother told me before that you were coming, and specifically asked me to come here. Waiting for you here, let me introduce you! Come on! Girl, pack your luggage and let's take a good look at this beautiful place together."

As Hudson lifted a box in one hand, she led Athena up the stairs with great enthusiasm. The house here is naturally not comparable to Mycroft's single-story bungalow.But compared to other places in London, it is the best choice in terms of location and decoration.

Mrs. Hudson leaned sideways and pushed the door open with her body. Athena followed and entered the door. It was only when she stepped inside the house that she realized that there was something wrong.There is a staircase going up from the middle, but the stairs are guided in three directions. Going straight up to the end is a separate bedroom, and the two directions, one left and one right, correspond to 221A and 221B.

Mrs. Hudson only raised her head and said: "The end of the walk is my residence. If you need anything, come to me. Your brother has agreed with me." Mrs. Hudson took Athena and turned to Left.

Only after entering the door, Mrs. Hudson put down the suitcase in her hand and looked at Athena with a smile: "This is your bedroom, dear miss, it is very beautiful! Your brother said you like the color of red velvet very much." , specially asked me to change the color of the curtains."

"Oh! Mycroft is always very careful..."

Athena had just finished speaking, when Mrs. Hudson suddenly interrupted: "Mycroft? Oh! No! It's not him, I'm talking about Sherlock. He said these things to me three days ago , you want me to take good care of you!"

"Sherlock?" Athena looked at Mrs. Hudson in surprise, obviously not expecting that the brother she was talking about would be Sherlock.

He knew that he was going to live in, even when he was still in Paris, he knew that Athena would move in to live with him under the same roof, and even kindly asked Mrs. Hudson to take care of her.Now it seems that the elder brother Sherlock is not as bad as he remembers.

Mrs. Hudson apparently didn't notice that Athena was in a daze. She was enthusiastically introducing the structure of the room, and even boasted about the bathroom in the bedroom. Of course... After all, it is unimaginable to have a flush toilet in this era The luxury of coming here is also worthy of Mrs. Hudson's praise.

"Come on! After introducing the bedroom, let's go upstairs to have a look. Upstairs is our kitchen and living room. The nasty Sherlock always makes a mess inside. I follow him to clean up like a servant. Not to mention, he was always fond of meeting in the drawing-room, and he was visited by queer characters, except Inspector Lestrade."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Hudson clicked her tongue, clearly dissatisfied with Sherlock's sloppy and chaotic interpersonal relationship.

Of course, she has every reason to do so.

After all, Athena had never seen anyone whose living room was so chaotic as if it had just been robbed. The sofa, coffee table, fireplace, floor and even the table in the dining room were all piled up with various books and messy instruments.She picked up a box of butter casually, but when she opened the box, there was a broken finger inside.

There was even a live pig's head on the dining table in the middle of the restaurant. If it wasn't in England... She might have thought that this posture was to worship the ancestors and gods!

"My God! How are you going to eat every day?"

After hearing this, Hudson smiled softly: "Don't worry girl, Dr. Watson will solve this problem." Athena smiled noncommittally, before she had time to chat with Mrs. Hudson downstairs The doorbell rang again.

Mrs. Hudson turned around in a hurry, and said to herself while walking down the stairs: "Sherlock and John must be back."

Athena let out a long sigh. This is where she will live a good life, where she will live with Sherlock Holmes.For a moment, I couldn't help but feel nervous.She looked around slightly, looked at Sherlock's carefully selected oil paintings on the wall, and was thinking about putting a few of her own masterpieces on them one day...

But the voice of someone talking to Mrs. Hudson gradually came from downstairs, but that someone's voice belonged neither to Sherlock nor Watson.

Out of curiosity, Athena also walked out the door and went downstairs slowly.

"But my friend said it's right here, Mr. Holmes!" The owner of the voice knew that he should be young, and the clear voice was very polite, but the anxiety in the tone was obvious.

Athena looked down the steps and saw a young man in his early twenties who was walking up side by side with Mrs. Hudson. He was wearing a beautiful lace pleated shirt and a wide tie around his neck was intricately but exquisitely .And the owner of this set of clothes complements such delicate and beautiful clothes even more.

He has well-groomed blond hair, gray-green eyes set in deep eye sockets are as picturesque as a forest in mist, a high nose bridge and a handsome face.When Athena saw him, she felt that all the women in the world would admire his looks, at least herself and Mrs. Hudson.

Holding the hat in his hand, the young man naturally saw Athena standing on the stairs. He looked up for a long time before smiling: "Hi, dear miss!"

Athena held her skirt and bowed slightly, but Mrs. Hudson at the side said, "This is Miss Holmes. The detective Sherlock Holmes you are looking for is her brother. You might as well ask Athena!"

"Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. God is really unfair to us! He gave you the appearance of Venus and the wisdom of Athena, the goddess of wisdom. Doesn't this make ordinary people like us feel ashamed?" The young man quickly He took two steps forward and stretched out his hand just waiting to kiss the back of Athena's hand.

Athena was obviously not in a hurry, she teased the handsome young man she liked the most and said, "You are..."

"Lord Eustace, but please...you must call me Ralph." The handsome young man took the initiative to give his title, but let Athena call him by his first name.

If it were a seventeen or eighteenth Victorian girl, maybe she would praise how approachable this lord is while lamenting his identity.

But for Athena, who has lived among thousands of flowers, there are only two words - "pretend|force"

This is a fool who will die if he doesn't show off his identity!Of course, for the sake of appearance, these are small flaws that can be forgiven.

"You're here... to find Sherlock Holmes? I think he won't be home for a while, why don't you wait?" Athena lifted her skirt and turned her head to look up.

Ralph accepted the invitation with great excitement, and Mrs. Hudson also asked, "Tea or coffee, Lord Eustace?"

This time, he was no longer self-effacing when it came to addressing Ralph, and he no longer told Mrs. Hudson to just call him Ralph. He just slightly turned his head to look at Mrs. Hudson, politely He also said as a matter of course: "Tea, thank you!"

"Is there any problem for Sherlock?" Athena asked slowly.

Hearing this, Ralph stopped suddenly. With an "Aiya", he said nervously, "I came to ask brother Ling about a friend! To be honest, I just heard from that friend." When I arrived at his house, I happened to see him being forcibly robbed by a gang at the door of his house. My friend told me by accident yesterday that he would come to see Mr. Sherlock Holmes today. Yes, I thought maybe..."

"Your friend can't happen to be...Mr. Melas?" Athena kept her hand on the door, watching Ralph nervously, desperate to hear a positive answer.

But unfortunately, that is the case.

Ralph: "That's right, miss! You know him? Melas is a Greek interpreter. Before that, he was my Greek tutor. I have a very deep relationship with him and that's why..."

Before Ralph finished speaking, Athena hurried downstairs, and Ralph called out in surprise, "Miss, where are you going?"

"Go and save your friend's life, he is in danger!"