Sharon Carter got the information she wanted and went with joy. As for how much value this emotion can play, and what kind of actions S.H.I.E.L.D. will have, it is unknown. At least Dottie, who has become the biggest loser, has no heart to explore these at all.

The money was also spent, but not only did it not achieve the expected goal, but it had the opposite effect, and the relationship between Captain America and Peggy Carter was even better than before, and Dotie's tears were about to fall when he thought of this.

"Alas, the women of the Carter family are born to be self-contained. Dottie sighed again and sat down on the rooftop, she had decided not to go down tonight, or else? Just watch Captain America and Peggy Carter's candlelit dog food dinner? Even if she hides in her room, maybe she will have to endure their glamour in the middle of the night, which is simply torture.

It's still a rooftop, isn't a single dog supposed to live on the rooftop?!

"Sherlock... Mr. While Dottie was sad and frustrated, Evenson, who was carpooling back, was almost home, so there was one thing he couldn't help but say, "Have you seen enough?"

From the moment Evenson got into the car, the man named Sherlock had been staring at him from the rearview mirror, all the way, which made him very square, especially since this man's English, with a strong British accent, made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Call me Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock pouted and stroked his stubble-covered chin to correct Evenson's reference to himself, but he didn't take his eyes off the rearview mirror.

"Sherlock Holmes?" Evenson glanced back a little strangely, but only glanced back, after all, there were so many strange things in the world he was in now, and now it was just a name, so what was there to make a fuss about.

Moreover, now Evenson is more or less relieved, because Holmes is a surname, and the other party allows him to call him by his first name instead of his first name, which is a sign of alienation, proving that he does not have such a British mind.

"Then Mr. Holmes, why are you staring at me for so long?" Evenson, who had calmed down, adjusted his sitting posture and spoke again, with a hint of annoyance in his tone, "Don't you know that it's rude to do this?"

"I'm sorry for my faux pas. Holmes replied quickly, but there was no apology on his stinky face, "You are the owner of Richter's Treasures, aren't you?" ”

"We... Acquaintance?" asked Evenson, a little confused.

"No, this is the first time we've met. Holmes simply denied it, but he continued, "But you gave you the address you were going to when you first got into the car, and I happen to know that the owner of that shop is a Germanic of pure blood. ”

"Uh-huh," Evenson looked up and wiped his hair in the rearview mirror, "better add that he's already handsome to the sky." ”

As soon as these words came out, even Watson, who had been sitting in the back seat without speaking, covered his face and shook his head, and Holmes also rolled his eyes rarely, "Look, this is very strange." ”

"That's right. Evenson continued to look in the rearview mirror and echoed, "Sometimes I wonder why I'm so handsome. ”

"Oh, buy Karma. "In the end, Watson finally couldn't bear it anymore, don't you feel embarrassed that you are boasting like this, even if you are telling the truth?

"Sherlock Holmes was a man of inactivity, and sometimes he often did strange investigations. For example, he would ask me to collect the business of a street shop and an analysis of the prospect, saying that it would improve my observation and reasoning skills. And your store happens to be on my list. ”

"So?" Someone is secretly investigating my shop? Evenson would be eager to hear what they had done.

"Every time I've put on my list of near bankruptcy, your store hasn't fallen out of the top three. "Maybe it's in front of the shopkeeper to say these things, Watson looks a little embarrassed, "Every year when I hand in the list, I will point to you and the name of your store and say..."

"This shop is almost finished. Just when Watson was thinking about how to euphemize reality, Holmes said directly.

"Nonsense, that's not what I said!" Watson's eyes widened.

"Oh, sorry. Holmes nodded and said, "Actually, what she said is that this shop is definitely going to be finished!"

"Hmm..."Evenson lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, he really didn't know what to say, the word about eating jujube pills in this store had been spread for a long time instead of a day or two.

"I... I might have said that," Watson cast a complaining look at his partner, "but, at the end of the year, I'll say it again..."

"It's unreasonable that this broken shop has lasted for another year!" Holmes said with a sincere face.

"Well—" Evenson wasn't too angry, he's used to your comments anyway, "Mr. Holmes, what the hell are you trying to say?"

"If Watson's assumption is correct, your store should be doing very badly. Holmes twitched his nose and continued, "But you're now wearing a custom-made Prada pure wool handmade suit, which you probably can't afford with a whole year's turnover in that store, and you're smoking handmade cigars imported from Cuba, one might be what you earn in a month." ”

"And," Holmes continued, narrowing his eyes, "cigars are different from regular cigarettes, and people who don't smoke them often can easily choke on them, whereas you smoke them very naturally. ”

"Probably," replied Evenson noncommittally. Just kidding, don't you know that when I smoke, I use magic magic? I don't want to be the kind of person who is afraid of his own abilities, but in the end he is killed by lung cancer.

"So I find it strange," said Holmes, with a very curious look, "how do you afford to spend like this?"

"Mystery shop," Evenson tossed his cigar out the window, "Some people seem to be in a position of power and can do anything, but there are always things in the world that make them feel difficult, so they have to look to the mysterious direction for a solution." But after all, they are decent people, and they also involve a lot of secrets, and they don't want to come to me with much fanfare, and they think it's too cliché to pay cash or something, so they sometimes take something not too cheesy to offset the bill. ”

"What do you think of the answer, Mr. Holmes?" replied Evenson, looking at Holmes in the rearview mirror, but before he could reply, he said to the driver, "I'll just pull over on the side of the road when I get there." ”

When the car came to a stop, Evenson pushed the door and got out of the car, and he said to the two people inside from the back window, "Thanks for carpooling, I'll see you again." ”

The car continued to drive, and after turning around to catch the foot, Holmes, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly said to his partner next to him, "Watson, have you found anything?"

"A very suspicious person. Watson frowned and said, "The turnover of his shop is simply terrible, if he lives on that alone, I'm afraid he won't even be able to pay the utility bills, let alone maintain this shop for so long, and I don't know what kind of rich man pays for cigars and suits, he wears that clothes with a very natural demeanor, not at all like the nouveau riche who suddenly gets rich, so I think he must have other sources of income, or..." Watson's eyes narrowed, she was obviously more inclined to the point she was about to say, "This shop, and his current identity, are nothing more than a disguise to hide his true identity, the head of the gang, the big smuggler, it is possible." ”

"Very sound reasoning. Holmes tilted his head from side to side, and said with some embarrassment, "But that's not what I'm asking you about." ”

"What's that?" Watson asked, puzzled.

"The kid told us when he got in the car that he was carpooling, but did he pay the fare when he left?"

"...... Watson, it doesn't seem to be.