"This matter is easy to solve!" After listening to Aaron's story, Lestrade smiled and said, "Young man, you still have to get married, so you can know what is the most terrible thing for a married man!" ”

"Detective, just say it directly, I can't knock this old man unconscious and bring him back, right?"

"You stupid, you can't bring him back, so you can't bring his wife over?"

"Uh, I see!"

Years later, Aaron learned from Holmes that Mr. Lestrade had been criticized by his wife for smoking, and then ran away from home in a fit of rage, but was arrested by Mrs. Lestrade after less than two days.

"Promise me, child, don't get married easily!" These were the last words uttered by Mr. Lestrade with tears in his eyes, and he was dragged home by his wife.

"Marcus, you bastard, get me home!" I have to say that it is still very shocking for an elderly woman to start a fire.

"Darling, why are you here, get inside, it's raining outside!"

"I won't enter your shabby room, not even a step!"

"Me!" Marcus was slightly embarrassed.

"What are you, I'll tell you, now go home and take a hot shower, get a good night's sleep, and talk about the rest tomorrow!" Otherwise, I'll post a photo of you dancing in a pink dress drunk on ins! ”

"Don't don't, I'm wrong, I'll go back with you!"

Under the Madame's attack, Marcus retreated one after another, and finally raised his hand and surrendered.

"Thank you, lad!" The old lady handed over a check with a red face that said 1500.

"Madam, this is not the same as saying yes!"

"This 500 is hard work, you have suffered in the forest in the past few days!"

"No, it's all my job!" Aaron still wanted to excuse himself, but was given a blank look by Marcus.

"Take it, maybe I'll look for you in the future?"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Marcus, is that the one who rummaged through David's trash can?"

"Yes, it's me, those two are really wasteful, a good diesel generator will be thrown away, I have a bunch of daily necessities here, all from them!"

"You still rummage through the trash can, get out of the way, don't touch me with those dirty hands! You filthy, smelly old man! ”

"I ......" Marcus wanted to cry without tears, why should I talk!

After solving the case, Aaron returned to the hotel, borrowed the computer of the proprietress Ash, typed out the case process, and sent it to Holmes's mailbox.

"You're still a detective!" Ash leaned over to look at the files on the screen and asked curiously.

"No, it's just a detective intern!" Aaron tilted his head, trying to keep himself and Ash at a distance.

"I don't see it, boy, it's great!" Ash slapped Aaron on the shoulder, then asked, "It looks like the case of the Great Detective has been solved, so why don't you come and help me?" ”

"Willing to help, but what do you want to help?"

"There's going to be a barbecue party in the town in the evening, can you help me cut down a tree and come back?"

"Ugh! All right! ”

The barbecue party held in the town seemed to be on a large scale, because Aaron saw that there were a dozen uncles like him, carrying a big axe.

"Damn, I didn't let you cut down such a big pine tree when I said I asked you to cut down a tree, did I?"

Seeing Aaron dragging a three-meter-long pine tree, Ash couldn't help but sigh with a long sigh.

"What's the matter, there's a lot of firewood chopped like this! It's definitely going to be even stronger! ”

"This tree is enough for me to burn until Christmas this year!"

"Uh, okay!"

Not long after dragging the trunk back to the hotel, Marcus's daughter, who had a relationship with Aaron, arrived at the hotel.

"Mr. Aaron, my mother invited you to come to my house for dinner tonight!"

"Oh, okay, please tell your mother, I'll be there on time!"

"Looks like I won't be able to attend the barbecue party at night!" Aaron looked at the tree he had cut down.

"Who said that, the barbecue party is at ten o'clock!"

"Don't you sleep so late?"

"Why do you want to sleep, young man, tonight is enough beer, happy isn't it!" A middle-aged tourist happily walks to the kitchen with half a sheep on his shoulder.

After being explained by others, Aaron learned that this is a barbecue party that is held every season in the town, and it is said that tens of thousands of tourists come to this party every year. These visitors can bring in tens of thousands of pounds a day for the town.

"So it's still for the money!"

"Of course, you know, I've already brought in three thousand cases of beer, and I'm just waiting for them to come!" Ash looked sinister at the moment.

"Then I wish you success!"

Returning to his dark woolen coat, Aaron went to the feast, and on the way out, Aaron saw Ash and a group of waiters moving crates of beer out of the warehouse.

"It's going to be lively at night!" Aaron the Prophet smiled.

When he arrived at Marcus's house, Aaron learned that the dinner that night was not for Marcus, but for himself.

"Ma'am, this flatters me a little!" Aaron took a sip of red wine and swallowed it with the fragrant fried veal.

At the dinner table, Aaron noticed that both of Mr. Marcus' eye sockets were a little blue, and Marcus noticed the way Aaron looked at him, and immediately said fiercely.

"Boy, shut up, don't ask, I hit it myself!"

After a hearty dinner, Aaron said goodbye to the old men and prepared to go to the barbecue meeting.

"Hey, buddy! Then! "As soon as I walked out into the street, a bottle of beer flew by.

"It's party time!" Looking at the shopkeeper who had thrown him beer, Aaron nodded in gratitude, then picked up the beer and took a sip of it.

"It's really a group of demons!" Avoiding a group of staggering tourists, Aaron walked down the street and found the smell of meat wafting through the alleys, and the long stone streets were lined with long barbecue grills, where large pieces of barbecue were served.

Drunk men and women kissed in the streets, children bobbed through the crowd with greasy food, and every now and then a woman shouted oh my god because her clothes were dirty.

grabbed a piece of barbecue meat, Aaron walked while eating, avoiding the two young girls who were tearing each other's clothes and fighting and the group of applauding old men around him, and wiped his hands on a beautiful woman's long skirt, Aaron walked back to the hotel slowly, and found that the open space in the center of the hotel was already full of people, and there was a burst of cheers from time to time.

"Excuse me, I'll go over!" After squeezing in from the crowd, Aaron found that he didn't know when a boxing ring had been built, and two bald men were punching and punching me happily.

"What's going on!"

"Boxing match, the winner can get a free coupon for one year at the Guns N' Rose Inn and twenty cases of beer!" A melon-eating crowd gave Aaron an answer.