"I'm back"

221B Baker Street, 3 p.m

Muguang walked in from outside the door with Princess Anne, who was dressed as a lady, with a black umbrella in her hand. The rainy days in London have made him develop a good habit of carrying an umbrella when he goes out.

Inserting the umbrella into the umbrella bucket, Lord Hudson next to him also stepped forward and helped Mu Guang take off the dark gray woolen coat that blended into the era.

Hang the gentleman's hat on your head to the hat rack next to it.

Today is the third day of Muguang's visit to this world, although this era is a little dirty and messy, but it is still very good to take a walk around the rich area and experience the characteristics of the Victorian era.

And the dark world's counterattack and devouring of invisible forces is getting faster and faster, Mu Guang estimates that if he goes on at this rate, there will be three more days at most, and it won't take more than a week for him to re-summon his loyal housekeeping group to help.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and if you have money, you have to take care of yourself, not to mention anything else, just Mu Guang is now dressed like a proper exotic aristocratic brother.

Mrs. Hudson also invited Muguang and Anne to play cards at the bridge club.

In contrast, Sherlock is not very likable, and has locked himself in his room since yesterday, and his luggage is only half as good.

As for why Brother Sherlock has intermittent illness, Muguang has an inescapable responsibility. He lent his phone to Brother Sherlock.

Because this guy couldn't be idle, Muguang did something the day before yesterday and didn't come back until midnight, but he was annoyed and woke up early in the morning. This is the first time Mu Guang has been called out of bed by a man.

Mu Guang, who was in a hurry to catch up on sleep, was in the mood to take care of Sherlock, who had just moved halfway through. Sherlock Holmes, casually threw his 'egg yolk pie' brand mobile phone 'Little Five' to Sherlock, and then left a sentence to annoy me to invite you to eat the earthy plane...

The result after that is obvious, even if there is no way to connect to the Internet, but the silicon-based creature of 'Little Five' alone is enough to surprise Sherlock, not to mention that Xiao Wu is working on the case more than a little faster than him... This aroused the competitiveness and curiosity of Sherlock's brother.

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"Bang! Bang! I don't believe it, you can't win against me this time! ”

A few dull gunshots from upstairs, and the man's frantic roar, frightened Mrs. Hudson so frightened that she almost dropped her bare-washed coat to the ground.

"Oh! My God, Mr. Mu, go and persuade this guy... If it weren't for you, I'd get Holmes out!" ”

Two days of fear made Mrs. Hudson, who was older and mentally weak, become a little hysterical.

Mu Guang also looked helpless, looked back at Anne, Anne understood what he meant, quickly put down her handbag, stepped forward to comfort Mrs. Hudson, and handed Mu Guang a reassuring look.

They've only known each other for two days, so why would Mrs. Hudson say, 'It's good to be here?' '

The answer is... Muguang paid Mrs. Hudson directly for a whole year's rent, plus a whole year's deposit.

Double, and don't forget Annie.

This is not a small amount, nine pounds a week for two people, thirty-six pounds a month, and in this era when fifty pounds can make a good life for a single woman, a private governess is only eighty pounds a year.

Mu Guang gave Mrs. Hudson a thousand pounds at a time, which is equivalent to the salary of ordinary people for more than ten years!

Naturally, Mrs. Hudson would not let such a big customer go, so she put up with the Sherlock brother who was obsessed with him again and again.

Taking his coat, Mu Guang sighed, walked up to the second floor, and kicked open the door that was locked by Sherlock, just with another "bang".

"Sherlock! I think you need to calm down! ”

In a cluttered room full of miscellaneous items, Sherlock fell to his knees in front of a simple 'table' made of various papers, and a chess board was placed on it.

It's just that all the chess pieces on it have been scattered all over the ground, and then look at Sherlock, who is lying on the floor with his head up, and still holding a smoking revolver in his hand...

It's like a little girl who has just been ruined, with a hollow and humiliated look in her eyes, but fortunately there is no despair, or Sherlock. Sherlock holmes! Never despair!

"Please, close the door man..."

The smell of smoke in the room, Sherlock didn't need something 'powerful' to refresh himself, but seeing him like this, I guess it's going to be soon...

And on the armchair opposite Brother Sherlock, Xiao Wu, a smartphone who has been turned into an 'egg yolk pie' by Muguang, is crossing Erlang's legs, and in his orange electronic eyes, he can see excitement and pride.

Seeing Mu Guang coming back, he jumped off the chair after two rubs, and ran in front of Mu Guang with a roller: "Master! You're back, and Xiao Wu has already won 198 games of chess! ”

Now Mu Guang knows the reason, and plays calculation and probability with silicon-based life. You're not crazy about this, who's crazy...

"Little Wu, you don't know how to let this guy..."

Looking at Xiao Wu, who jumped back into his hand and turned back into a smartphone, Mu Guang hadn't finished speaking, Sherlock, who was still lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, bounced up angrily: "No! Let me! Let a great detective, no, it's an insult to my personality! ”

Muguang was completely speechless... glared at Brother Sherlock angrily, stepped directly over their chessboard, walked to the window and opened the curtains violently:

"Then you just wait for mold, Sherlock Holmes, Xiao Wu, continue to abuse him, I support you!"

"Oh! no... Don't open the window, don't! I'm going blind with my glasses, and it's all because of you..."

Regardless of Brother Sherlock's meaningless moanings, Mu Guang took out four tickets from his pocket for the high-end restaurant that he had booked at a large price and threw them in front of him.

"Eat something good in the evening, but before you wait to clean yourself, Sherlock Holmes, you now look at the beggar wandering between the beggar and the porter of the dock, above the beggar, below the dock worker, understand?"

"Oh, my dear Mu Guang, Mr. Mu, I know!"

When Sherlock saw the meal ticket from the high-end restaurant next to the Lyoxim Theater that fell lightly in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly turned over and raised the meal ticket, making an exaggerated hugging gesture, but the problem of broken mouth was still obvious.

"Why do you have to have a woman, I mean, Muguang, don't you think that a dinner party for two gentlemen, one woman will seem a little redundant."

Mu Guang ignored Sherlock, turned around and walked to the kitchen, and found a porcelain teacup that was still in good condition, and now he began to miss Lexington, taking care of him meticulously, causing him to be completely unaccustomed to life in this ghost place.

“... By the way, and Mrs. Hudson, she hovers between four and five minutes at a time, but I swear her timer isn't broken, and I want a perfect hard-boiled egg that's exactly three minutes and thirty seconds..."

"Hey, Sherlock, if you don't shut up, I'll put the stinky socks you threw on the couch and stuff them in your mouth, I swear!"

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