[Comprehensive British and American] I may have come to a fake American emperor

After humbly learning how to use the camera from Peter humbly, Yu Shu got a passport ticket with the help of Mrs. Miller, and after learning some spoken English, Yu Shu got on the plane to England.

Mr. Miller is a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor and an extraordinary conversation. He treats people very politely and carefully, and cares for him within an appropriate measure. This makes Yu Shu's mood index rise a lot.

Accompanied by the roar, the plane successfully arrived at London Airport in England.

Yu Shu dragged his suitcase and held an umbrella, and sat in a taxi in the drizzle of London.

"Mr. Miller, are we staying in a hotel?" Yu Shu stared at the scenery passing by outside the window for a while, then turned his head and asked.

Mr. Miller, who was sitting in the passenger seat, smiled gently and said, "No, let's rent a house for now—please turn left." After pointing the direction to the driver, Mr. Miller then said to Yu Shu:

"Because I still have some contracts in hand, I can't take care of you, so I asked an old acquaintance of mine to help find a house on Baker Street."

Yu Shu: "...Mr. Miller, you are actually doing this to take better pictures, right?" Especially to take close-up pictures of Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Miller readily nodded and admitted: "Of course."

Yu Shu said with difficulty: "...Then may I take the liberty to ask, what is the name of that old acquaintance of yours?" Helped find a house, but ended up letting people live in Baker Street...

Mr. Miller thought for a while, and said, "Enn...it's hard to say, but he likes to call himself 'I'm the last official'." As he spoke, he imitated the tone of his old acquaintance when he said this.

Yu Shu: "..." Why does this tone of voice sound a bit flat.

At this time, the car stopped in front of a house on Baker Street with a "squeak".

Mr. Miller opened the door for Yu Shu outside the car: "This is it."

Bending down to get out of the car, Yu Shu raised his face slightly, and saw some vague gold letters on the metal number plate on the door - 210B.

Yu Shu: Fortunately, it's not 221B.

Together with Mr. Miller, he took out the luggage from the back of the car, and after thanking the driver, Yu Shu pulled the suitcase with some difficulty and knocked on the door of 210B:

"Hello?"

"Chinese."

At the window on the second floor of 221B, a thin curly-haired man stood behind the curtain, staring at the two of them, and was ushered into 210B by a fat middle-aged woman.

"what?"

Watson, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, raised his face in confusion: "Sherlock, who are you talking about?"

And Sherlock's answer was to close the curtains with a "swish", and then jumped into the single sofa: "Boring!"

"..." Watson twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at the lifeless look of this New York consulting detective, he felt that his brain was suffering from daily pain.

"Don't shoot, Mrs. Hudson is still downstairs - Sherlock!"

"boom!"

A gunshot broke into the ear of Yu Shu who was sitting in the living room of 210B.

She subconsciously shook her shoulders: "This is..." What's wrong?

"Nothing."

The landlady who received them was very calm, put the tea in front of Yu Shu and Mr. Miller, then sat beside Yu Shu, and said, "It must be that bad guy from 221B is shooting the wall again—— I don't know how many times Mrs. Hudson has to change the walls every month."

She patted the table with some resentment, and began to talk about the "221B bad guy"'s various disturbing behaviors.

Yu Shu blinked, feeling a little dazed.

Slowly, she realized for the first time that these people who were originally from the books and movies in her original world lived in this world so vividly and vividly.

"..."

She smiled and listened to the words of the landlady with a London accent, and there seemed to be a gentle lake shaking gently in her eyes.

Time on Baker Street is leisurely.

Yu Shu stayed here for two days, wandered around the nearby attractions, and almost finished taking photos - except for Sherlock's photos.

Holding the camera, Yu Shu continued to nest in the shop near the downstairs of 221B.

Sherlock's schedule is not very regular - if there is a case, he can run out day and night or look for clues; as for when there is no case...

A harsh sound like sawing wood came from upstairs in 221B.

Yu Shu took out cotton to plug his ears without changing his expression.

—he would abuse his violin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Boring!"

—and tore down the wall of his landlord's house.

Yu Shu let out a rare sigh.

How would she safely approach Sherlock?She didn't want to be teased by him.

A police car stopped at the door of 221B. A man in a coat hurriedly got out of the car and knocked on the door.

Yu Shu couldn't help leaning forward a little, so as to observe the man more carefully.

She remembered him, and Sherlock would follow him out the door whenever he came - and with an uncontrollable excitement on his face.

Yu Shu watched the man enter the house, and shortly afterwards, Sherlock and Watson in windbreakers came out, took a taxi, and left without a trace.

Inspector of Scotland Yard, Greg Strade.

——It is said that it has something to do with Sherlock's brother.

The author has something to say:

...I went to write a joint article with my friend-do you want to read it?

Thank you Zhou Xiazhen Nutrient Solution~——I feel your deep love

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...This chapter is so short...I can't read it myself...

So I decided to update that system article [clench fist]

The joint article is out, you can find it in the column