big devil holmes

Chapter 54 Meow.
Mrs. Hudson is standing at the door. She is wearing the most common house dress on the market.

Light blue, it looks like the material is not bad, but it is a little old after being washed.

In this era, people's belief in the Holy See has really been integrated into every detail of life. Most women's fashionable clothing has the taste of some church nuns' clothing, and some are simply the same style, but in Some colorful prints were added to the neckline and cuffs.

Like the pajamas Mrs. Hudson wore before, with a bear printed on it, this kind of pajamas is actually not popular in the market.

"Landlord? Hehe, what a strange name, just call me Mrs. Hudson!"

Sherlock smiled: "Yes, Mrs. Hudson."

To be honest, at her age, it's a little strange to have to call herself 'Mrs.', but Sherlock still changed the title.

"Actually, it's nothing important. It's just that I made a little too much dinner and I can't waste it, so I came up to see if you're here." She said casually, even with the smell of 'old fritters'.

This made Sherlock look a little different, because the other party was obviously a kind-hearted person, otherwise it would be impossible to make the risky move of 'helping an unknown passer-by';

But at the same time, she was able to have such a relaxed conversation with a man she just met without hesitation, and even dared to invite him to his home for dinner. To be human, to talk, to see if the other party is a drunkard, a gambler, etc. in the chat, this is a guarantee for the safety of one's own property.

Therefore, this 'Mrs. Hudson' is actually a person who understands how the common people in the lower city survive.

Oh, I almost forgot, this landlady is a loan shark. Well, this made Sherlock have to re-examine the other party.

"Really! Holy Light, thank you so much. Please wait for me for 2 minutes, I need to change into a decent dress."

“Very thoughtful gentleman behavior.”

Just like that, Sherlock returned to the bedroom, changed into a white shirt, put on a sleeveless jacket, and even tidied up his messy hair.

Seeing the landlord is to some extent more important than meeting the fiancée's parents.

After a few minutes.

The first floor of Building 221B, the house of the landlady.

In fact, as soon as you walk in, you will know that the owner of this room cannot be a married woman, or even a girl with an object of admiration!
A woman who is experiencing feelings of love, or satisfaction, or attachment, or remorse, or resentment, or fucking wants to slap herself, and so on, no matter how embellished and concealed it is, it is impossible for a woman to have that kind of emotion again. The girl's disdain and ignorance for unknown love in her heart.

A drawing board in front of the window, a few bunches of bluebells on the bed, a blanket with a faint fragrance, and neatly stacked shoes in front of the door, many details can be felt, this so-called Mrs. Hudson is working hard in life with.

And just living by myself, without presupposing that anyone else will come into my life.

Even the chair in front of the table and a pair of completely unsuitable tableware were newly bought in the past few days.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson was bringing a pot of soup to the dining table, and Sherlock also arranged the tableware for the two of them neatly.

"Beef." After putting down the soup pot, the landlady said a word with a smile.

Sherlock was slightly taken aback. Beef is not something you can eat casually. Subconsciously, he turned his gaze to the pot. In the golden soup inside, some ingredients that were painted with warm tones were quietly floating.

"Not many, I picked up a bargain in the market in the next block a few days ago."

"Can such a good thing be picked up cheap?"

"Yeah, a woman from the upper city brought a few servants to our place to buy beef. She probably wanted to invite someone from the Holy See to dinner, and I don't know who to listen to. The beef is fresh, after all the slaughter is done here.” The landlady said happily: “However, during the purchase process, the woman even said, don’t want the buttocks of the cow, because there is a place for excretion, it is very dirty, eat there It is disrespectful to the personnel of the Holy See.

God!Those uptown people are crazy not to know that the tastiest part of a cow is the rump."

"...Maybe what they eat is not the taste, but a sense of ritual."

"Maybe, anyway, a few people around us saw this scene, and after discussing with the butcher at the stall, they divided up the rest." Mrs. Hudson carefully sprinkled some pepper into the soup, Meimei He sniffed the increasingly alluring aroma: "Sometimes, the stupidity of the upper-level areas seems to bring some benefits to the lower-level people."

With that said, he used a large spoon to put some on the dinner plate in front of Sherlock. The potatoes that had been cut into small pieces had been simmered soft by the soup, which whetted the appetite.

Next, it was not a slow meal, but a very harmonious meal time, and the landlady even prepared some beer;
And Sherlock's ability to pretend is not bad, some small talk with a sense of humor, and proper dining etiquette, let the other party think that he will be a good tenant who will not cause trouble.

However, when he told the landlord that he was a detective, Mrs. Hudson obviously hesitated for a while, but after careful consideration in her heart, she still accepted Sherlock's profession.

What made her like Sherlock the most was that from the beginning to the end, the tenant was only answering his own questions, but he didn't ask any too private questions in turn.

This kind of trust is quite rare.

As for Sherlock, of course he doesn't need to ask questions. In fact, he trusts his own reasoning and judgment more when it comes to other people's self-descriptions.

This landlady, despite her serious life and kindness, sometimes has such a silly sense of innocence, but she is very shrewd in certain things.

Otherwise, there would not be a big iron rod hidden behind the curtain beside him, within easy reach.

Sherlock has every reason to believe that as long as he shows some drunken gaffe or perverted behavior, this kind landlord will definitely throw the hot soup on his face immediately, and then pick up the stick and give it to him. Hammer yourself down, and the next day, you will be kicked out.

This may be the unique sense of contrast that a person with a pure nature has been cultivated for living in this era.

at this time
"Stab ~ stab ~"

There was a small scratching sound at the door.

Mrs. Hudson turned her head to look at the door, and said with a smile, "The little guy must have smelled the broth and couldn't take it anymore."

As she said that, as if to verify her words, the scratching at the door became more forceful, accompanied by a pitiful meow in some kind of anger.

"How about letting it in?" Sherlock suggested with a smile.

The landlady hesitated for a while, and finally sighed helplessly: "Well, if you don't give it some, this little guy will probably hate me for the rest of his life."

Then he got up and walked to the door.

Open the door, the cold wind blows into the house with the unique humidity of London like every night, and dissipates the warmth around the dining table. A kind of natural caution, he rushed in without the first moment, but his eyes were already fixed on the direction of the broth, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

This kind of craving to eat, but still a little scared, made Sherlock feel a little funny, and at the same time, there was a little worry in the smile:
"According to this cooling rate, this little guy will probably freeze to death this winter."

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(End of this chapter)