There is no doubt that it is precisely because of the existence of the family that the most outstanding virtues of human society can be created, strengthened and inherited.

"Oh no, miss, don't be embarrassed, you're already beautiful like this, I promise, sometimes a clever head is more valuable than a gorgeous dress, and believe me, I invite your brain, not your clothes." Sherlock Holmes was rather mean when he said it, and he no longer seemed to be going to continue his appearance of a gentle gentleman, well, he hadn't bothered to disguise it since the two of them first met.

Liu Fanxu smiled and raised her eyebrows, how could she forget it, the gentleman in front of her has never been a gentleman in the traditional sense, he is willful and mean, he never pretends to the people he despises, even if he doesn't sneer, he is more cold-eyed. And he never hesitates to praise those he admires, he is originally a frank and honest man.

Therefore, he is really weak with his serious etiquette. After Liu Fanxu felt a little contempt for himself in his heart, he stepped into his territory generously. This once very familiar living room, by this time by Sherlock Holmes, has become unrecognizable, no, it does not mean that the furniture has changed, on the contrary, the furniture is still the furniture, the pendants are the pendants, the difference is only the position of the furnishings and the addition of those personal items belonging to Sherlock Holmes.

Perhaps his objects are too representative or too personal to Sherlock Holmes, and they perfectly conceal the décor and fill the living room with an air that is uniquely Sherlock Holmes. I have to say that Liu Fanxu likes it very much. The corners of her lips curled inexorably, and her fingertips brushed over the neatly neat chemical apparatus and the entire wall of coded archives and sets of books against the wall.

Sherlock Holmes, who had been observing Liu Fanxu's expression, naturally noticed the change in her feelings, and he raised his chin quite proudly, this kind of childish expression usually only happens when others praise his deduction. Of course, he was able to systematize his theories along the way, which was inseparable from the reserves of these archived materials, so after he saw that Liu Fanxu really understood the usefulness of these materials, he couldn't help but have this proud sense of honor.

"Seeing this, I am even more convinced that any brilliant achievement is built up by accumulating bit by bit." Liu Fanxu suddenly spoke, she looked at Sherlock Holmes with a touching smile on her face, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, although I don't know exactly what you do, please allow me to be your third fan." ”

"The third?" Sherlock Holmes looked Liu Fanxu up and down, the expression on his face was a little inexplicable, he didn't ask her why she was the third, Liu Fanxu didn't continue the topic, she looked back and forth at the living room, and asked suspiciously, "So, what about Mr. Watson?" I don't remember seeing him go out. ”

"I'm here." Grasping his unkempt hair, wrapped in a bathrobe, and with a pair of cotton slippers on his feet, John Watson walked out of his bedroom, and with a tired look he found a high chair to sit in, stared at a pair of sleepless eyes, and said sluggishly, "What time is it now?" ”

"You've missed lunch, but if you get dressed now, you'll be able to make it to dinner." Sherlock Holmes took out his pocket watch from his jacket pocket and looked at it, then replied slowly.

John Watson didn't react in particular when he heard Sherlock Holmes's bland narration, he yawned, and was hysterical for a while before blinking, looking at Liu Fanxu's eyes opening wider and wider, he trembled his lips and screamed incredulously, "Madam, why are you here?" Oh, God! He jumped out of his chair and ran into the bedroom, the door slamming behind him.

Liu Fanxu looked at his series of movements in surprise, and turned his head to look at Sherlock Holmes incredulously, "Is Mr. Watson's usual movements so fast?" Sherlock Holmes spread out his hands and replied very seriously, "No, he's usually more lazy, not so, well, lively." "Saying as if you have been living with him for a long time, Liu Fanxu looked at the side face of Sherlock Holmes speechlessly, she pursed her mouth, turned her head to look at the door, and continued, "So, are we going to wait for Mr. Watson?" ”

"I think he knows the way to the restaurant." Sherlock Holmes raised his hand and straightened his collar, turned around and strode towards the door of the living room, he opened the door while motioning for Liu Fanxu to invite first, she took one last look at John Watson's bedroom door, and walked quickly towards the door.

In fact, Charlotte Holmes was not a particularly difficult person to get along with, he was very quiet and had a very regular life. Every night, he rarely goes to bed after ten o'clock. Every morning, when Liu Fanxu was still busy in the kitchen, he had already sat at the dining table, reading the newspaper and drinking the coffee that Liu Fanxu had ground for him. He spends most of his day in the lab or dissection room, as evidenced by the smell of disinfectant or formalin that he gets on his body every time he returns.

Of course, even Charlore Holmes has its ups and downs. When he is happy, he is energetic, and when he is unhappy, he will stay in the living room all day, whether Liu Fanxu asks him to go downstairs for breakfast, lunch or dinner, he will be in a lack of interest and his eyes are confused. Many times, Liu Fanxu couldn't help but want to open his mouth to remind him about the dangerous nature of drugs, but he is an excellent pharmacist himself, and he himself doesn't know what kind of dangerous goods he is taking.

In the blink of an eye, Charelle Holmes and John Watson had been living at 221B Baker Street for a few weeks, and during those weeks, 221B Baker Street had been shattered. After Sherlock Holmes moved in, the living room on the second floor became his office. All sorts of people from different walks of life began to visit, and although they had different identities, when they knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street, their faces and unconcealable expressions spoke of their distress.

They were seeking the help of Sherlock Holmes, and his extensive social presence aroused more curiosity among Mrs. Hudson. Like John Watson, she began to pay attention to Sherlock Holmes's words from time to time, trying to analyze his profession from those casual words.

While tidying up the room at one point, Liu Fanxu found the remains of a list with serial numbers written on it in the fireplace, which roughly recorded the skills that Sherlock Holmes was good at and what he was not good at. Liu Fanxu looked down at the note that was still clearly visible and written in pencil: 1. Literary knowledge - none.

2. Philosophical knowledge - none.

3. Knowledge of Astronomy - None.

4. Political knowledge - shallow.

5. Botanical knowledge - not comprehensive, but for alfalfa preparations and opium

But I know very well. There is a general understanding of poisons, and for practicality

Horticulture is not known at all.

6. Geology knowledge - practical, but also limited. But he did it at a glance

It is possible to distinguish different soil qualities. After he came back from a walk, he had splashed on

Show me the mud spots on his pants,

The one behind has been burned by fire, but Liu Fanxu can silently read out the content of the future, because these were all familiar to Spencer, and she is naturally familiar with it. She curled the corners of her lips in satisfaction, knowing that John Watson had developed a great interest in Sherlock Holmes at this time. In order to explore the occupation of the co-tenant, he even recorded the subtle discoveries he made in the course of his daily relationship with him. Obviously, Sherlock Holmes was not unaware of this, and he even silently watched the honest retired military doctor racking his brains to study his profession.

However, John Watson didn't know that Sherlock Holmes had noticed his movements, and he still thought that his movements were very secretive, so when he saw Liu Fanxu find this note, his face instantly turned red. He drooped his eyelids in embarrassment, staring at the remains of the note in Liu Fanxu's hand. His heart must have been full of trepidation at this moment, oh, poor John Watson, he must have thought she was a pervert for him. After all, this kind of behavior that is obviously peeping at the other party's **, he is extremely embarrassed to be discovered by such a red fruit, or by one of his landlords.

John Watson lowered his eyelids in embarrassment and stammered, "I'm just curious about Mr. Holmes's profession. Hearing his panicked explanation, the smile on Liu Fanxu's face became even stronger, she shook her head and threw the paper that had been burned to a very small point back into the fireplace, she winked at Watson, and said quite innocently, "I didn't see anything." With that, she hummed a cheerful tune and walked out of the living room.

Sherlock Holmes played the violin quite well, and when he was in high spirits, he even allowed them to order songs, but when he was in a bad mood, he usually only played a few monotonous notes. Because most of the houses on Baker Street are old buildings, the sound insulation effect is not particularly ideal, so Liu Fanxu, who is busy in the kitchen, can usually hear the high-pitched and sometimes low, sometimes cheerful and sometimes melancholy sound of Sherlock Holmes. She knew that the notes represented his current state of thought at this moment.

It's a pity that Spencer doesn't know how to play a musical instrument, and Liu Fanxu thought with some regret that if she could persuade him to learn one after she went back, then the entertainment program after dinner would be much richer. Liu Fanxu, who was in a reverie for herself, didn't know that Professor Snape and Span Serade were busy for her in a depressed mood. And she probably guessed his identity after several visits to a short man with a yellowish complexion, roe deer's eyes, and a pair of black eyes.

Lestrade, a detective at Scotland Yard. He is always in a hurry, and when he comes, his face is mostly gloomy. Obviously, the poor social security in London makes him have a headache for all kinds of cases that emerge one after another every day. Fortunately, however, there is Sherlock Holmes, who has almost become the savior of Lestrade, and whenever he encounters an unsolvable problem, he will come here to turn to the world's only consulting detective.

Well, Liu Fanxu admits that Sherlock Holmes did not publicly state his professional attributes. So on Wednesday morning, when he saw John Watson, who was always lazy, sitting at the table angrily, Liu Fanxu knew that Sherlock Holmes, who always seemed very mysterious in front of them, was going to take the initiative to unveil his profession.

John Watson had risen a little earlier than usual that morning, and by this time Mr. Sherlock Holmes had not finished his breakfast. Because John Watson had always liked to sleep in, his breakfast was not ready at this time. And this retired military doctor with a somewhat weak nerves, he obviously has a relatively strict sense of getting up, so he lost his temper for no reason. Liu Fanxu didn't tell the difference, she quickly served him a delicious and nutritious breakfast.