Sherlock Holmes

His Royal Highness the Holy Son is proficient in almost all knowledge in this world, but he doesn’t know much about love.

And Sherlock knew little about love. He even didn't know whether the landlady's attitude towards him was a kind of repayment or a blind favor after a hero saved a beauty.

Two extremely smart people seemed a little confused in front of this simple vocabulary.

It's normal. No matter how powerful a person is, as long as he has not experienced love, he is a fool.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

There was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and saw Sherlock at the door. She immediately seemed very happy. Just as she was about to welcome him into the house, she was suddenly stunned: "What are you struggling with?"

"Tangled?"

"Yes." Mrs. Hudson pointed to the messy footprints on the snow at the door: "Obviously, someone has been lingering at the door for a while. I also know some reasoning, my Mr. Detective."

Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. After hesitating for a few seconds, he seemed to finally make up his mind and said, "Actually, I just came here to express my gratitude. Your cooking skills are great, and I have never lived here before." Such a clean room, uh, I mean the rent I paid will definitely not cost you so much trouble, so..."

Sherlock's shoes were stained with snow. He did not enter the house, but stood at the door and said.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party.

"It can be seen that you have never experienced love. In fact, neither have I." Mrs. Hudson laughed, covering her mouth lightly, as if she was trying not to embarrass the other party: "Mr. Detective, I understand. I mean, but please don’t deprive me of my good intentions for you, okay?”

"but."

"No buts!" Mrs. Hudson still had a smile on her lips, and at the same time she had a very strong attitude: "I don't know what you are worried about or expecting, but I won't waive your rent!

And the service I provide you, the kindness I show you, tidying your room, making breakfast for you, and everything I may do for you in the future is all because I want to do this.

I will not ask for anything in return from you, nor will I interfere in your life. I will not cause you any trouble. If one day, I don’t want to do this anymore, I will naturally stop, but before that, I just want to be nice to you!

No particular reason, just because it makes me feel good and you deserve it.

so! Give me a good treat! At the same time, don’t be sentimental!

Do you understand? "

Mrs. Hudson spoke word by word. At the end of the sentence, her smile faded and she put on a fierce look.

Sherlock was a little dazed.

Just like when he met her for the first time, this girl always seemed to make herself stunned for a few seconds.

Fortunately, he knew very well that if he beeped again at this time, he would be in serious trouble.

Provoking your own landlord is much scarier than provoking a second-level Vatican clergy!

"Thank you," he quickly replied tentatively.

"That's cool." Mrs. Hudson regained her smile, and then took out a breakfast box: "Today's breakfast is oysters and pancakes. It's my first time making them, but it shouldn't taste bad."

Sherlock nodded and took the lunch box from the other person's hand.

At this moment, he, who was working alone, suddenly had the illusion that he had turned into the calico kitten, and he thought with some worry:

‘If this continues, I won’t get used to the life of being fed. ’

"Oh, by the way, my birthday is coming soon, I hope you don't forget it."

"Of course I won't forget it!" Sherlock was very glad that his memory was not bad.

"Haha, don't be so nervous. I just want to warn you. Don't prepare any gifts for me on my birthday. I don't want to spend money on unnecessary things. I will choose the cake myself and prepare the ingredients. Next Of course I will do the cooking myself, all you have to do is have a nice dinner with me that day, do you understand?"

"I obey your orders, my landlady."

Sherlock got into the carriage, and Mrs. Hudson watched her tenant disappear around the corner.

Then she went back inside, took off her apron, put on her thick winter coat, and got ready to start the day's work.

She works two jobs. One is a salesperson in a handicraft store. She works until two in the afternoon, and then works as a waiter in a mid-range restaurant. She works like this until about six in the evening.

During this period, there was only half an hour for the journey, and the meal had to be finished during the journey.

It's very hard work, but you can still make a lot of money. In that restaurant, you often meet rich people who take their girlfriends to eat. As long as you know a little bit about conversation, you can get a lot of tips from those men.

Sometimes, she fantasizes about the day when she can enjoy being served.

Sit by the window, order some not-too-expensive food with the person you like, dress up nicely, and your boyfriend should put on a suit and sit across from you like a civil servant. When the waiter sees him, he will definitely show a surprised expression. In two days, the news of his love will be spread.

It's very childish, but what girl hasn't been childish.

Oh, by the way, these days she suddenly felt that the guy sitting across from her didn't necessarily have to wear a suit. That was a bit too artificial. A long windbreaker seemed good too.

Thinking of this, she smiled inexplicably, startling herself, and quickly patted her cheek in embarrassment.

On Baker Street in the early morning, the snow had not yet melted, and the wind was wet and cold.

At some point, on this long street, a group of people wearing white nun costumes appeared. There were nearly a hundred of them, and they were walking slowly forward.

The nuns' uniforms are usually made of black base material with some white hems on the edges. Pure white nuns' uniforms are really rare. They lower their heads and are not afraid of the cold at all. They hold sunflower pendants tightly in their hands. On the lips, it seemed like a kiss or murmuring a devout prayer. The too-white skirts fluttered in the wind and snow, forming a continuous stream of dazzling light, and like some kind of particularly holy flag flying. .

In short, this dazzling long team walked in the ice and snow at a constant speed. No one knew who they were, where they came from, and where they were going.

No one dared to ask, and subconsciously they only dared to stay away from each other. It seemed that the bunches of skirts naturally exuded a pure, noble, and solemn meaning. Disrespect to the great being.

No.

Not only are they inaccessible, but ordinary people are not worthy of retaining this scene in their memory, so within a few seconds after they passed by, they were no longer looked at by anyone, as if they had never met each other. Pass.

finally

After hiking for a while.

This pure white procession of a hundred people stopped in front of an apartment building on Baker Street.

There was a uniform soft sound of "brush".

The people in the team all knelt down in the ice and snow, resting their foreheads on the backs of their hands, showing off as if there was no one else around.

It seemed that he was welcoming something religiously.