Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"I've been thinking about what the scene of talking with you looks like." Dylan didn't know what picture he thought of, and "looked" at the mouth of the coffee cup with empty eyes, and his short golden hair was so fluffy that it covered half of his white forehead. laughing.Some unexplained smiles.

Sherlock was not interested in what he was thinking, his smoky eyes rolled, he glanced out the window, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

It was only a blink of an eye for Sherlock to look out the window, and Wu Zhen, who was hiding behind the billboard outside the window, retracted his curious gaze reflexively, and checked whether his dress was out of the billboard's blocking range after a second.Raising his hand to wipe his forehead, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.God, what a terrible power of observation.

There is melodious and soothing music in the coffee shop. This shop uses a retro gramophone to play music. The big copper trumpet flowers droop slightly in a graceful and smooth posture, and the big copper trumpet flowers have beautiful lines.

The cup of coffee on Dylan's table has not been watched by him since it was served, and he has been observing Sherlock.

"Oh?" Sherlock threw two cubes of sugar into the coffee, stirred it a few times, and took a sip from the coffee cup.

"I've heard of you a long time ago. Maybe you're not very famous outside. But in our circle, top geniuses coexist with low-level low-level people. Where dragons and snakes mix, some people worship you like a god, or try to destroy you. .You know what, our kind of people are very extreme."

"Ah."

Dylan saw Sherlock's indifference, and the light in his eyes went out a bit.He tugged at the neckline, took a deep breath from his nasal cavity, and changed his way of speaking.

"She's a nice girl, isn't she?"

"Well, who?"

"You don't have to pretend you don't care, not to mention that you asked me out today just to get close to her?" Dylan's mouth curled up, his good mood disappeared, and he frowned again. "How come you're with her. I mean, she's lovely, and a little different, as white as a dainty Chinese china doll. But how are you with her?"

"as well as."

"And? What else do you want to hear?"

"It's really not your turn to talk about it. I think with your IQ, you can't fail to understand that I'm asking you the purpose of approaching her. Right, Mr. Criminal?"

"How can you be sure that I'm a criminal? Even if I am, aren't you afraid that if I say it so blatantly, you'll have nothing to do with it?" Dylan stared fiercely at Sherlock. He was laughing already, just adorning himself with a vicious expression.Sherlock can see a relaxed smile in his almost malicious eyes, a kind of relaxed smile he is used to, all criminals with slightly higher IQ are almost hearty when they are arrested by the authorities when they have nowhere to go Easy smile.

Every criminal is different, yet all are the same.

With that relaxed feeling, Dylan rested his elbows on the table, clasped his hands, and rubbed them together. "Oh, oh. I almost forgot, I have to answer your question, right? After all, I admire you very much, and I must never fail to answer questions raised by idols."

Dylan licked his lips, pondered for a few minutes, and as time passed, his brows furrowed again: "I... I can only say this, you should investigate her more, This girl, the background is interesting. But that's out of London."

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Sherlock's mouth, and Dylan stared nervously at Sherlock, looking unhappy.

"Did I say something wrong?" Dylan asked.

"Why can't you say what you know? Or your organization won't let you? Who?"

"Mr. Holmes, you have too many questions." Dylan didn't plan to say anything more, and rearranged his facial expressions against the reflection of the glass to calm down.Suddenly he saw something, pointed out the window and told Sherlock: "It's really outside, is she looking at us?".Noticing that Wu Zhen was looking at him, he greeted Wu Zhen with a sunny smile.

Outside the window, Wu Zhen also raised his hand and greeted Dylan in a friendly way.

It seems that the "reconnaissance" operation can't go on any longer. It's not bad to sit in a small seat under the shade of a parasol on the side of the road and wait for Sherlock to come out.

Wu Zhen said to the waiter in the small seat: "Help me a glass of orange juice."

"Okay." The waiter held the tray in his right hand and enthusiastically twisted his buttocks to serve the orange juice.

In the cafe, Dylan's mouth moved silently.Wu Zhen narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.

He keeps repeating a mouth shape.

I know……

……secret……

……you

I...know...your...secret of...?

Wu Zhen was fascinated by reading the words on his lips, and couldn't help but took two steps forward.

There were people coming and going on the street, some passers-by walked hurriedly and pushed other passers-by when crossing the street, Wu Zhen was affected, staggered forward, stood still and looked up, Dylan had already turned his head to face Sherlock.

It was a little far away just now, she couldn't see very clearly, but...

I know your secret.

What does he mean.

"Miss."

The waiter came out with orange juice and called her from under the umbrella.

Wu Zhen went to sit under the umbrella, thinking while drinking orange juice.I saw the waiter pocket the tip given by the guest who just left, turn the tray like a basketball with one hand, and blow a short and pleasant whistle.

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