[Comprehensive] Baker Street Survival Guide

Sherlock Holmes is about to get married—this is rather weird good news, but all bad news spreads like a plague.

At the same time, Sherlock and Watson found the wedding agency immediately.

"...We provide marriage services for civil couples here. There have been more than a dozen successful cases since the implementation of the bill. You two can come here with me to have a look." The people from the wedding company saw Sherlock's The extraordinary enthusiasm was shown at the first sight.Not only because the two people who came to the door were men, but simply from Sherlock's attire, it was an advanced customization of a high-end clothing brand, and the hidden mark on the cuff indicated that it was a big deal for the door-to-door delivery.

"No...we are not." Watson waved his hands to clarify the misunderstanding.He blushed and couldn't help being a little annoyed that everyone was misunderstanding this kind of thing.

Sherlock, on the other hand, observed everything from quotations to display windows with an unchanged expression.

He seemed to have missed a series of misunderstandings from the wedding manager, until Watson explained angrily again and again, and then asked slowly: "Do you have a wedding here for a middle-aged man and a young woman with weird tastes?" Planning a plan?"

"This..." This evaluation is a bit harsh.The wedding manager didn't react for a moment, his formulaic smile stayed on his face, and after handling many marriages that seemed to be perfect, the image described by Sherlock was fixed in his mind in an instant-this was quite scary an existence of

The wedding manager realized that what he was taking over was not a true love case, he took a breath, and asked cautiously: "Can I ask one more question... what is the relationship between the couple you described... and you?" ?"

Watson's scalp tingled and stopped Sherlock from answering.As if something was chasing after him, he replied quickly: "Please don't listen to my roommate's description. In fact, the couple participating are very suitable men and women. We don't know their specific hobbies yet, But as the younger brother of the man, he came here with me to study the specific process..."

Watson wasn't sure he was right about Sherlock's intentions, after all it was a curious thing that Sherlock had planned so carefully for Mycroft's wedding.But the statement in front of him is unintentionally the most normal, and it won't make people think it's a mess, and he will be driven out in the end.

"If that's the case..." The wedding manager still felt that the pair of men in front of him were a perfect match. "We provide full agency services here, maybe that will be more suitable for the couple you mentioned."

While Watson and the wedding manager were talking hotly, Sherlock was studying the folding method of a tissue in the sample counter.He was so engrossed in observing this origami art that when Watson had already stuffed three related introductory books in his hand, he turned around slowly.

Sherlock frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you... study the details of the wedding for Mai...your brother?" Watson and the wedding manager looked at Sherlock with wide eyes at the same time.

"Of course not!" Sherlock shook his head irritably.He commented quickly: "Why do you have such a view. Mycroft, that control freak... By the way, you have to count Joanna. The two of them together, such a thing as marriage I must do it myself, how could it be possible to use a contracted wedding company!"

"Then...why did we come here?" Watson asked dryly.

"What the two of us wore to their wedding, by the way, this may refer specifically to your clothes, after all, I can choose any one in the wardrobe, and if you wear a jacket to their wedding, you will regret it for the rest of your life of."

Sherlock finished a long sentence in one breath.He walked over from the origami display counter, and pushed the stunned Watson to the front of a row of displayed clothing, "Start with the first one, and it's best to finish this thing as soon as possible."

Watson was pushed into the dressing room in a daze, and the clothes Sherlock had chosen for him could almost overwhelm him.After Watson walked into the dressing room, the wedding manager saw Sherlock continue to linger beside the tissue counter.

"Do you need to come out and take a closer look?"

"It's not necessary." Sherlock rebuffed coldly.He only needs to look at the final product, and he can naturally imagine what the folding process looks like. ——The most basic spatial imagination ability, plus some hands-on ability at most, even without the assistance of any tools, this is not very difficult.

Sherlock still owes Joanna a favor.Behind the incident of jumping off the building, Joanna may have only contributed a little.But in the matter of sending him back from the Middle East, Joanna's efforts are indelible.

There is a conclusion although they have not talked about it so far.But Sherlock knew in his heart that if he hadn't returned from the Middle East early and appeared in front of Watson, Watson would definitely find a suitable girlfriend, and maybe he would attend Watson's wedding at that time.

After Sherlock saw the folding pattern of the last tissue, he had a general idea of ​​these things in his mind.The cell phone in his pocket rang, and the specific cell phone ringtone, Mozart represented Mrs. Holmes—that is, his mother.

"Charlie... I hope you've seen the new season's clothes..." Choosing clothes for the two brothers is a daily activity that Mrs. Holmes has long enjoyed.Mycroft has unique taste in this aspect. He has been undisciplined from a very early age to choose some not-so-ugly three-piece suits as his daily clothing, while Sherlock doesn't care much about clothing. The tradition of continuing to match the taste of clothing for her youngest son who forgets to eat and sleep when he works.

Normally, Sherlock would have a hard time getting this kind of call.That goldfish stuff doesn't work for their mothers.Mrs. Holmes understood her children, and her children respected their mother.

But this time is different!

——Sherlock showed a mischievous smile, and he replied briskly: "I have received the clothes. But I think I can inform you now——your eldest son is getting married..."

News like a bolt from the blue!

There was a long silence on the phone.In the following period of time, Sherlock preached some dark history of Mycroft in his mother's ear.

When he hung up the phone contentedly, Watson just put on the first three-piece suit and walked out of the room...

*

Mycroft visited his usual bakery after get off work.

His luck was good today, no one was competing with him for the last few slices of cake.The rich chocolate sauce and the chopped hazelnuts on top are good materials and the production technique is also very good.Mycroft took the last few pieces of cake contentedly.

He had just gotten back into his car when his cell phone rang.

"Mike! I wonder if you forgot to inform your mother of any news!"

"... Didn't Sherlock already tell you. I promise you are definitely not the last person to know about this." Mycroft replied flatly, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.

"... Xiali told me that the woman is that Miss Hilde?"

"I hope this doesn't come as too much of a surprise to you." Mycroft smirked.Even if Mrs. Holmes on the other end of the phone couldn't see this emoji, it was at least an attitude.Mycroft signaled the driver to drive, and Mrs. Holmes' cross-examination continued.

"Miss Hilde is pretty good. As long as you both confirm this relationship, your father and I have no objection. But there is one thing I want to confirm with you..."

"The wedding is two weeks away. If you're asking about this, you and I say you're not the last to know, because Joanna's father doesn't know about it yet...Maybe this can make you feel comfort."

Mrs Holmes on the phone did not find this comforting.

She raised her volume slightly, which did not express her displeasure with the whole incident. "Mike! I want to inform the woman's father is also one of the traditions. What does Miss Joanna think? You held the wedding in such a hurry—" The voice became louder, but then stopped abruptly, as if someone After cutting off the power all of a sudden, Mrs. Holmes asked uncertainly in a relatively weak tone, "Miss Joanna is pregnant, right?"

Considering Mycroft's injury, this should be unlikely.But such a hasty marriage, it is difficult for people not to misunderstand.

Mycroft shivered slightly as he held the phone.He was quite helpless that his mother had such a misunderstanding.

"No, of course not, why do you think so? The reason why our wedding date is so close is because we want to face all this together as soon as possible." It has been delayed for too long, hasn't it?It is not easy to find a suitable person among the mediocre crowd. If Joanna has determined the final tragic ending, then being named Sherlock Holmes may be their last choice.

"If that's the case...Mr. Hilde's, I'll pay a visit sometime."

Before Mycroft could reply, Mrs. Holmes hung up the phone.

Joanna's father and his mother... Mycroft's good mood disappeared today, and he could almost simulate that meeting.The best ending is a friendly conversation between the two parents, but that is destined to be nothing but a wishful thinking.

eight pm.Mycroft opened the villa door just in time.His Diogenes Club activities were temporarily suspended after being assassinated, and the villa was no longer empty, which may be one of the reasons why he returned home on time.

When I found Joanna in the kitchen, she was making pudding. There were glassware lined up in the kitchen, and a faint milky aroma could be smelled.

"You brought the cake back?" Joanna looked at the box in Mycroft's hand with some annoyance, and then she recognized the logo on the cake packing box: "Which store is this from?"

"Bought for you." Mycroft placed the cake on the kitchen table.

Joanna's pudding had to be in the fridge for a while before it was ready to eat, but the cake was ready-made - one of the best cake shops in all of London, Mycroft vouches with his dental record and gourmet taste, it's really delicious. tasty.

Joanna also remembered the taste of this cake since she snatched it last time.It's just that she wasn't very attached to these things... Now that the cake was placed directly in front of Joanna, she picked up the spoon with a little confusion, and said vaguely: "When my pudding is ready, I will exchange it with you... ··”

"No need, Joanna..." Mycroft smiled. "It's all mutual, remember? By the way, I'm looking forward to your pudding."

I give you my favorite cake because I care more about you, that's all.