[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

After Barala got in the car, she asked the free driver to take her to 221B Baker Street.

She doesn't have Sherlock's contact information, so she can only go to this address to find him, hoping that at this time he can stay at home honestly, instead of wandering around London.

Mrs. Hudson, the owner of 221B, is obviously a very enthusiastic British person. Seeing that someone came to visit Sherlock with a gift [donut], she was a little unbelievable.Although surprised, he kindly led her upstairs.

"You don't know, I mean I thought Sherlock didn't know any girls, he just likes to stay with those weird things [organs] all day, now there is an extra roommate, I thought he liked boys .”

"But he never denied his sexual orientation, didn't he." Barala joked with Mrs. Hudson, "I wish them well no matter what."

Mrs. Hudson's deep eye sockets: "I thought this girl and Sherlock were a couple."

Mrs. Hudson's thin lips: "Please, as I said, he and Watson are a match made in heaven."

Mrs. Hudson's ear: "Wait, do we have to figure out Sherlock's sexual orientation before taking sides?"

The corners of his mouth twitched due to Mrs. Hudson's rotten organs, and John Watson, who heard the movement at the door on the second floor, poked his head out to save the scene in time: "Do you need help? Ma'am."

John Watson is a good old man with a gentle personality. Although he also has negative scales, he is always a refined and warm-hearted man, but he still has an adventurous factor in his bones, and he likes to seek excitement, and he has hidden this for a long time. The point was seen through by Sherlock who met for the first time.

His tolerant good temper and single-celledness have also become factors for the two of them to get along well, so that they became a good partner at work on the first day of co-renting.

Two days ago, Sherlock had just helped the people in Soholland to capture a midnight driver in a serial murder case. He seemed to have been searching for something on the Internet for the past two days, and he was indifferent to any movement.And Watson became the one who entertained the customers who came to him.

He poked his head out and saw a beautiful woman in a red coat. He was taken aback for a moment, and immediately asked enthusiastically, "Do you need help? Ma'am."

"No, actually I have come to see Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

When Barala came to the second floor, she saw a man standing at the door who was about the same height as her. She pursed her lips and stretched out her hand, "Hello, my name is Barala."

"Well, I, my name is John, John Watson." Watson held out his hand and shook her.He is obviously a straightforward straight man, and he always has an inexplicable nervousness when facing beautiful women. In order to relieve this feeling, he hastily explained, "What case do you need our help to investigate? Don't mind too much, the insider That person has always been like this, too devoted to his own affairs, and can't always feel the outside..."

Watson pointed behind him, wanting to explain to Sherlock, but when he turned around, he saw that the guy who had been staring at the computer had sat up straight with his hands folded, and the swivel chair was facing the direction of the door.

Watson: ...

Watson's face: "I feel a little pain."

Sherlock saw Barala standing at the door with a smile on her face, his eyes swept over her, "What's the matter?"

Watson: "Wait, you two know each other?"

The simple and honest John Watson was a little surprised. After all, during the short period of time he spent with Sherlock, he always thought that this guy was a female insulator, and the way he looked at women was not as good as looking at the skull on the shelf. Mr. is very enthusiastic.And he once kindly persuaded him to fall in love, the facts show that...

John's big eyes: "I think the master is traumatized right now."

John's short chin: "It doesn't matter, I just want to care, face, are you okay?"

John's face: "... not so good, I hurt on both sides."

Barala: ...

"There was a cooperation once." Turning her attention back to the business, Barala walked in first without any hesitation, and briefly explained the transaction with McCoff just now without pausing.

After hearing this, Watson was a little surprised: "You were also threatened by him?"

"It's a deal." Barala reiterated.Turning around, after hearing all kinds of sounds in the room, I found a sofa that looked more comfortable and sat down, then turned my head and said to Sherlock, "We will split the bill fifty-fifty then."

Watson: Excuse me?

Sherlock didn't hesitate: "Deal."

Watson, who was hurt the most: ...

Knowing that the mysterious man at that time was actually Sherlock's brother, Watson originally felt sorry for losing this income in vain, but today a beautiful woman who had already made a deal with McCaughey suddenly appeared, which made the honest Watson It was even more frustrating, after all, he was still worrying about these messy bills these two days.

"Miss Barala, I want to ask, do you know that mysterious man is Sherlock's brother?"

Watson didn't want to accept the facts, so he insisted on asking.

Balala, who has special skills, smiled and said nothing.

Sherlock glanced at Watson, and said coldly, "Not everyone is like you."

Watson, who was stunned by Sherlock again, was silent for three seconds, accepted the reality, and then spread his hands: "OK, you guys continue."

"It seems that you get along very well." Barala tried her best to ignore the things that were singing to each other in the refrigerator and microwave oven, then glanced casually at the table piled up with books, and found the handwritten "Sa The words "Biddin" and "Moriarty".

Barala: ...

Sure enough, he was still very interested.

Sherlock noticed where her eyes stayed, and didn't explain much. The blue-green eyes flashed across her still delicate makeup, and turned to other places.

Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Because of Sabidine, the master has been excited for several nights."

Sherlock's arm: "I don't even like the way the nicotine patch clings to me, however."

Sherlock's thin lips: "Be patient, it's good if the master doesn't take drugs."

Barala was attracted by their conversation, and naturally cast her gaze on the forearm of Sherlock's white shirt.

"Go ahead and talk about your other purpose for coming here."

Sherlock knew from the beginning that Barala wasn't just here for the share.

Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from him.

Interrupted by Sherlock's words, Barala immediately diverted her attention, stood up and took out her mobile phone, and put the pictures she had searched in front of him.

Sherlock leaned back slightly, took the phone and stared at the person on the screen wearing an American flag, an ugly helmet and two small wings... After watching for a long time, he raised his head: "So?"

"Do you know the superhero cards? The limited edition cards collected by my friend were picked up by homeless people in London." Barala tried to express with sincere eyes that she was not playing a prank.

Sherlock: "..."

Sherlock: "So?"

"So ask your informants to help me find out if a homeless man with a disability has ever picked up this kind of card, and I will pay for it." Barala felt a little heartbroken, but she thought that she could hire a superhero to help her. She runs errands and balances.

Sherlock hated such a boring commission.

Rolling his eyes, Sherlock turned the seat and threw the phone directly to Barala.

Sherlock's thin lips: "Boring."

Sherlock's high nose bridge: "It's boring."

Sherlock's green eyes: "How can there be such a boring commission."

"I will be the first to notify you when there is news about Sabidin in the future." He hurriedly took his mobile phone, fearing that it would fall to the ground, and Barala was complained by a group of organs, so he had to exchange terms.

Sherlock, who turned the swivel chair half a turn, stopped and turned his head, his normally indifferent pupils shone slightly.

"Deal." The voice hardly hesitated.

Barala: ...

The reason why she handed over the card business to Sherlock was because Barala thought of a rather special group of informants he had "brought in captivity". With his help, the card business should be easily completed.And she had to rush back to New York to find the watch before the appointed time.

And of course Captain America’s panties yooooooooo~(^o^)/~

After explaining this matter, Barala checked the time and prepared to book a plane ticket to go back tonight on her mobile phone.Watson had already gone downstairs to help Mrs. Hudson prepare the afternoon tea for the guests during their conversation.There were only the two of them left on the second floor. After the conversation stopped, the atmosphere seemed to be a little stagnant.

Except, of course, Barala, who has been listening to the organ duet in the refrigerator and microwave oven.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the organ mentality brought back by the big detective seems to be very good, and I can guess it from the cheerfulness of the song.

Sherlock glanced at Barala twice, then tapped on the computer keyboard for a while, and suddenly said something inexplicably: "It's very similar."

Barala:? ? ?

She looked around to make sure that Sherlock really asked herself, trying to remember if they hadn't finished talking just now.

"I mean with that American agent." Sherlock pursed his lips unhappily when he saw that Barala was so unresponsive, as if he was depressed that he was not understood when he was chatting about gossip for the first time.

"Who? Who looks like Barton?" Barala was still confused.

At this time, John Watson, who went upstairs with the banana pudding prepared by Mrs. Hudson, saw the two of them "having a good conversation", raised the tray in his hand, and showed a wrinkled smile: "Hey, what do you want?" Would you like a pudding?"

Seeing the smile, Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

Barala who seems to understand something: ...

"Hahahahahahaha!!!" Barala laughed and rolled on the sofa, and Watson's favorite pillow.

I don't know why, but when I put it this way, it really looks like honey.

Watson with a puzzled face:? ? ?

Sherlock squinted at the woman who was laughing so hard at what he said as a joke, and decided not to pay attention to this stupid human with a surprisingly low laugh.

And Barala, who had laughed enough, wiped away her tears and prepared to take Watson's pudding.

Sherlock: "She's leaving."

Barala: "I can finish eating first..."

Sherlock: "Her plane is about to take off."

Barala: "There is still a little time, I can finish eating..."

Sherlock: "See off."

Barala: "Hey, I don't disagree with your point of view. I admit that their heights are a bit similar."

Watson: "??? What are you talking about?"

Barala and Sherlock looked back at the bewildered John Watson at the same time.

"Nothing." The two replied in unison.

Finally, Barala insisted on finishing the pudding.

When she was leaving, Sherlock didn't get up, and Barala didn't care, and shook her hands gracefully, while John sent her down out of politeness.

After he was the only one left in the room, Sherlock, who had been staring at the computer, stopped typing on the keyboard, moved his eyes, and took out the mobile phone that had been in his pocket.

What the screen showed was a recording sent to him by a bored British government official, the content of which had been heard long before Barala arrived.Fingers caressing the smooth edge of the phone, Sherlock stared at it indifferently for a while, and after hearing the sound of John creaking upstairs, he squinted at the door, and then clicked the delete button.

Before boarding the plane, Barala received a text message, the content of which was very simple.

【SH】

by: unknown number

Ba Lala pursed her lips and murmured in her heart that this deadly tsundere is so tsundere to even give her a phone number, but she still kept the number.

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