big devil holmes

Chapter 92 are all idiots
His Royal Highness Son is proficient in almost all knowledge in this world, but he doesn't know much about love.
And Sherlock doesn't know much about love, and he doesn't even know whether the landlady's attitude towards him is a kind of repayment, or a blind favor after the hero saves the beauty.

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

It's also normal, love is a thing, no matter how powerful a person is, as long as he has not experienced it, he is an idiot.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

There was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door, and when she saw Sherlock at the door, she immediately seemed very happy. Just as she was about to welcome him into the room, she suddenly froze for a moment: "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, and I also know some reasoning, my Mr. Detective."

Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he seemed to finally make up his mind and said: "Actually, I just came to express my thanks, your cooking skills are great, and I have never lived in Such a clean room, uh, I mean the rent I pay, certainly won’t cause you to bother so much, so.”

Sherlock's shoes were covered with snow, he didn't enter the house, he just 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 been in love. In fact, neither have I." Mrs. Hudson smiled, covering her mouth lightly, as if she was trying hard not to embarrass the other party: "Mr. Detective, I understand you Meaning, but please don’t deprive me of my good mood to show you, okay?”

"but."

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

And my service to you, my courtship to you, tidying your room, cooking your breakfast, and everything I might do for you in the future, is all because I want to.

I will not ask you for anything in return, let alone intervene in your life, I will not cause you any trouble, if one day, I don't want to do this, I will stop naturally, but before that, I just want to be nice to you!
For no particular reason, just because it makes me feel good, and you just happen to deserve it.

so!Give me a good treat!Also don't be too sentimental!

Do you understand? "

Mrs. Hudson spoke word by word, and at the end of her speech, she restrained her smile and put on a fierce look.

Sherlock was a little taken aback.

Just like when he first met each other, this girl always seems to be able to make himself stunned for a few seconds.

Fortunately, he knew very well that if he beeped something more at this time, he would be in bad luck.

Getting angry with your own landlord is much more terrifying than angering a second-rank priest of the Holy See!
"Thank you then," he hurriedly gave such a reply tentatively.

"That makes sense." Mrs. Hudson recovered her smile, and then took out a breakfast box: "Today's breakfast is oysters and pancakes. It's my first time making them, but the taste should not be bad."

Sherlock nodded, and took the lunch box in the opponent's hand.

At this moment, he, who was a loner, suddenly had the illusion of turning into that three-flowered kitten, and 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."

"Of course I won't forget!" Sherlock was very grateful for his good memory.

"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 by myself, and I will prepare the ingredients. Next Naturally, I will come to the kitchen in person, all you have to do is to have dinner with me that day, understand?"

"Follow your orders, my lord"

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 heavy winter coat, and was ready for the day's work.

She works two jobs. One is a salesperson in a craft store until after two o'clock in the afternoon, and then she works as a waiter in a mid-range restaurant until about six o'clock at night.

During the period, only half an hour is used for the journey, and during the journey, the meal must be finished.

It's hard work, but it's quite a lot of money. That restaurant often encounters rich men taking their girlfriends to dinner. As long as you know a little bit of speaking skills, you can get a lot of tips from those men.

Sometimes, she fantasizes that one day she can enjoy being served.

Sit by the window, order some inexpensive food with the person you like, dress yourself up nicely, and your boyfriend should put on a suit, and sit across from you like a civil servant. The waiter of the dish will definitely show a surprised expression when he sees him. Two days later, the news of his love will be spread.

Very naive, but which girl has never been naive.

Oh, by the way, these days she suddenly felt that the guy sitting across from her didn't have to wear a suit, it was a bit too contrived, and a long windbreaker seemed good.
Thinking of this, she smiled inexplicably, startled herself, and quickly patted her cheek in embarrassment.

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

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

Nuns' clothes are generally made of black base material, with some white trimmings on the edges. Pure white nuns' clothes are really rare. They lower their heads and are not afraid of the cold at all. They hold sunflower pendants tightly in their hands and put them on On the lips, it seems to be kissing, and it seems to be murmuring devout prayers. The too white skirt flutters in the wind and snow, forming continuous stretches of dazzling streamer, and flying like a particularly holy banner .

In short, it was like this, this dazzling long line was walking 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 only dared to avoid it from a distance. It seemed that the bunches of skirts naturally exuded purity, nobility, and solemnity. Greatness exists irreverently.

Do not.
Not only are they inaccessible, but even ordinary people are not worthy to keep this scene in their memory, so after a few seconds after they pass by, they are no longer looked at by anyone, as if they have never met each other Pass.

at last
After walking for a while.

This pure white line of hundreds of people stopped in front of an apartment building on Baker Street.

There was a uniform sound of "swipe".

All the people in that team knelt down in the ice and snow, with their foreheads resting on the backs of their hands, with great fanfare, as if there was no one else around.

It seems to be welcoming something piously.
(End of this chapter)