"Mr. William Stoker, good evening."

The man who came in was dressed in a black suit and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked very elitist, "I am Luvet Devoe, and I was sent by Mr. Holmes, and he said that he wanted me to give this to you, and if you have any information about Mr. Sherlock's whereabouts, you can always ask me." ”

With that, Luwitt Devoe handed William a business card, and when he saw William take it, he smiled and said goodbye.

"What does he mean by that?"

Watson was still confused, but there was only one person he knew about the surname Sherlock Holmes, "He's sent by McCroft?" What exactly is to be done? ”

William put away his business card, smiled at Watson, and explained what had happened.

"He always likes to complicate things."

Sherlock said unconcernedly, and walked out.

After two or three months, Watson's blog grew in popularity, and even people came to them to solve the case.

William is still running back and forth between Hogwarts and Baker Street, Tom Riddle is slowly becoming more cheerful now, Aunt Hudson's face is getting more and more smiles, everything is going in a good direction, except for one thing, after Jack Sparrow called once, he can no longer be contacted, I don't know what happened, but I asked someone to send him a letter, saying that he was going back to Pirate Island.

It was December, the sky was overcast but there was no snow, and William took back two large bags of food from the supermarket, one on the first floor for Aunt Hudson, and the other for Sherlock and Watson to share equally with him.

Put a bag into the kitchen, William was worried about which one went to Sherlock's to put in, at this time, there was a sound of water in the bathroom, it seemed that someone was taking a bath, William knocked on the door, came in, and walked into the kitchen as usual, the microscope and other chemicals placed on the dining table were kept very well, but the bottled milk thrown into the trash can next to it was already sour, William twitched, opened the refrigerator, and there was a bag of fresh bloody fingers in his eyes, William moved them to the bottom layer in surprise, Then vacate the top layer and start to place sealed milk and bread jam on top.

With a click, the bathroom door opened, and William subconsciously turned to look, and saw Sherlock walking out naked, and glanced at William casually.

"You're in pretty good shape, Sherlock," William said with an unnatural cough, looking into Sherlock's face, "but you should get dressed." ”

"Oh, no," Sherlock said, shrugging, not worrying at all about his own self-inflicted light, "I think that's good. ”

"I don't know how Watson endured it," William shrugged, turning to put the last packet of bread inside.

With that, William walked to Sherlock's room, pulled out his sheets, and wrapped him in them.

"Watson, he's out."

Sherlock stretched out his arm unconcernedly, and William quickly grabbed the falling sheet at Sherlock.

"Don't you worry that it's Aunt Hudson who came in," said William helplessly.

"I know it was you who came out," Sherlock said, looking at William with a bored expression, "You've bought so much milk again." ”

"Milk is good," William said solemnly, looking at Sherlock, "especially for you, who often stay up late, who needs this the most." ”

Sherlock pouted.

"By the way, isn't Watson resting today? Why isn't he there? ”

William said, wrapping Sherlock's sheet around him, exposing both of his arms.

"Well, I feel like there's something missing," William said, looking back and forth, "I think it's time to change it, so that if you tilt it, you can turn it into an ancient Greek robe." ”

"Oh, forget it."

Sherlock shrugged, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, reached out to wrap the sheets, turned on the computer, and sat down on the couch, and it wasn't long before Watson appeared in the video.

"I think it's frustrating, Sherlock."

Watson said helplessly as he looked at Sherlock on the screen.

"It's a six-minute case, and as long as it's less than seven minutes, it's not worth it for me to leave the apartment." Sherlock replied.

Seeing this, William knew that this was their starting work, so he slowly returned to the kitchen, took the remaining half of the bag upstairs, and was about to put it in the refrigerator when he heard the doorbell ring.

William paused for a moment, put his things down, and prepared to open the door, for he knew that Sherlock would never move at this time.

When he opened the door downstairs, he saw two big men in suits and leather shoes, and William paused for a moment, and instantly understood that this was Michael Holmes's man.

"Looking for Sherlock?" William said.

"Yes."

After the man finished speaking, he took another person past William and went upstairs, William saw this and followed, and saw that one of the two went to the house to get clothes, and the other took Shylock, who was still wrapped in a white sheet, and went downstairs, William twitched when he saw this, and followed.

The two men didn't say anything about it.

The two sat in the car, and William slowly moved to Sherlock's side, put his head in his ear and asked, "What did you do to your brother, that he let you go like this?" ”

"You'll know when you get there."

Sherlock shook his head and said, "I think you're familiar with that place. ”

"Familiar to me?"

William wondered.

When they arrived at Buckingham Palace, William understood why Sherlock said that he was familiar with this place, not that William had lived here, but because for every Englishman, ordinary people die every day to chat about gas and football games, and for old-fashioned aristocrats, Buckingham Palace is a status symbol and a great help to support their aristocratic system.

As soon as they were placed in a living room, he saw Watson also come over, he looked at Sherlock and William and raised his eyebrows, and finally sat down on the other side of Sherlock, pretending to be nonchalant, and asked Sherlock, who was still wrapped in a sheet, "Are you wearing panties?" ”

"Nope." Sherlock replied without surprise.

Watson twitched his lips and glanced at William, who replied with a helpless expression.

After a while, Watson finally couldn't help it, "We're at Buckingham Palace now!" You don't know how hard I've tried to resist the urge to steal the ashtray. ”

"Haha"

After Watson finished speaking, all three of them laughed.

"Please, don't be so naïve."

As soon as Michael Holmes came over, he saw the smiling faces of the three of them, and couldn't help frowning and said, "This is Buckingham Palace, the center of the whole of Britain, Sherlock, put on your clothes." ”

"Why," Sherlock tilted his head over.

"To meet customers."

Michael Holmes replied.

"Who is the customer?"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, he heard a man in the same suit as Michael Holmes walk in the doorway, "A man of high status." ”

"Mike Lovt."

"Harry."

The two greeted each other.

"My brother is not polite, please allow me to bring him to apologize."

Michael Holmes finished.

After a few polite words, Sherlock was not interested in the slightest, and he said to Michael Holmes, "I don't accept anonymous customers, I'll go first, I still have a lot of cases to do." ”

With that, Sherlock turned and walked towards the door.

McRoster Holmes, unconcernedly, stepped on the sheet around Sherlock, and in an instant he saw the sheet begin to slide off his shoulder, and Sherlock held it down when he was about to reach his waist.

"Don't make a fuss, it's about the country at this time." McCroft Holmes said.

"Loosen my sheets or I'll just walk out." Sherlock replied.

"Then get out there!"

Michael Holmes roared angrily, and after saying that, as if he realized his disrespectful behavior, he quickly stopped and whispered, "You should have guessed this place." ”

Seeing the two of them like this, William walked over before Watson stretched out his hand to stop him, stretched out his hand to hug Sherlock, recited a "floating" spell, and hugged Sherlock under the stunned appearance of everyone, and said with a smile, "Sorry, it's rude, I'll take Sherlock to change clothes." ”

After saying that, William didn't care that Sherlock wanted to come down but couldn't move, he could only stare at him, smile and say to everyone, "Can you borrow a room?" ”

"Absolutely."

McLoft Holmes was the first to react, and he pointed William in the right direction.

"Thank you," William smiled, hugging Sherlock, but still showing aristocratic etiquette, "Watson took the clothes. ”

"Oh, of course." Watson was stunned this time.

When he came back after changing his clothes, Sherlock's face was still stinky, and he turned his head sideways, just not looking at William, like an awkward child.

It didn't take long for Michael Holmes and Harry to finish explaining the matter, all in all, they were worried about the royal scandal.

But according to them, William knew who that person was.

"Down-to-earth who, you know, I'm not interested in lace new articles."

Sherlock looked at the photo and said unconcernedly.

"Erin Adler, but insiders like to call her the 'Queen of Sadism,'" said McCloft Holmes, blinking at this and adding to Sherlock, "Don't be nervous, it's sexual." ”

"Sex doesn't make me nervous," Sherlock said, turning his gaze to Michael Holmes.

"How do you know," said McCloft Holmes to Sherlock, raising an eyebrow, "she offers, so to speak, 'pleasant punishment,' to those who have special hobbies and are willing to pay for them." ”

"My guess is that Ms. Adler has some photos that don't see the light."

Sherlock looked at the photo and said, "Whose picture is it?" ”

"This ······"

Michael Wanderer paused, glancing at Harry next to him, who also looked reluctant to say more.

"This person is important to my boss, and I hope we don't talk about it anymore."

"It's a = young lady, isn't it, and very young."

When William saw this, he interjected, "Sherlock, don't ask. ”

When Sherlock heard this, he didn't pay attention to it, but said, "There's a lot of discord in there, right?" ”

"We guess so." McCloft Holmes thought for a moment and said.

"Watson, we're ready to go, the homepage of this Adler lady's website says well, people have to learn to admit it, and when the time comes, you can give as much money as she wants." Sherlock said, ready to get up and leave.

"She didn't ask for money, she contacted us."

Michael Holmes obviously knew Sherlock very well, and when he finished saying this, he saw Sherlock stop.

"Not only did she not ask for money, but she also did not ask for anything."

"Show off, show off to the most powerful family in England," Sherlock said, his eyes lit up, "and it's so funny, isn't it?" ”