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Watson, who was deeply shocked, looked at Agatha silently and patiently explained something to her.

"When there's nothing to do, Sherlock becomes lazy and uninterested in anything, and even breathing is a burden."

Agatha asked curiously, "When there is nothing to do, do you mean when there are no cases that interest him?" ”

Before Watson could speak, a deep voice came from the door—

"Most of the time."

Watson and Agatha looked back to see Holmes leaning against the doorframe in a dark purple shirt with a roll-neck, his slightly curly hair a little messy, and his sky-gray eyes showing a little laziness that he had just woken up.

Watson saw Holmes go upstairs and consciously left space for the two of them.

He said to Holmes, "I have to go." ”

Holmes put his hands in his pockets and bowed his head nonchalantly, "Please say hello to Miss Morstein on my behalf." ”

Agatha smiled as Watson left, "Be safe on the road, Dr. Watson." ”

Watson walked quickly downstairs, and a two-wheeled carriage was waiting for him downstairs.

Agatha saw the carriage with Watson walking away from the window, and turned to look inside.

Sherlock Holmes walked in, looked at the room, and asked Agatha, "Is there anything you don't like?" ”

Agatha: "If you're not satisfied, will you help you buy it?" ”

Sherlock Holmes: "Mrs. Hudson will be there for you." ”

That's it.

Agatha didn't want to trouble Mrs. Hudson.

Sherlock Holmes sat down in the only armchair in the room, his long legs stretched out, and his sky-gray eyes looked at Agatha, "You're coming a little fast." ”

"Isn't it all what you expected?"

Agatha decided to put on a bad show, and after giving up her disguise, the whole person was freed. In the face of a genius reasoner, any pretense of her is useless, and she decides not to embarrass herself.

Agatha said, "Mrs. Hudson said, you told her I would come today." Why are you so sure? ”

"Does this need to be said?"

Sherlock Holmes leaned back on the couch, and the sunlight poured in through the window and fell on him.

"Mrs. Millwharton's willingness to help you find a fiancé shows that you are not going to accept Brian's courtship. You've found me now, and the sooner you get out of Villa Appledor, the better. ”

Agatha unpacked her belongings and began to pack her things, "You're right, but I wasn't in a hurry to leave Villa Appledor because of Brian. ”

Holmes' eyes narrowed slightly, he basked in the sun, and began to shake his chair again, "Then you are in a hurry to come to me?" ”

Agatha held a box in her hand, which Escott had used to put the ring in the first place, and the original body had kept the ring and everything related to it as a treasure.

Agatha walked over to Holmes and shoved the box into his hand, "No. ”

Sherlock Holmes looked at the blue velvet box in his hand, and his empty other hand couldn't help but rub the smooth fabric, "You don't need to keep this thing." ”

Agatha thought to herself, I didn't want to stay either.

Escote never fell in love with Agatha, and the engagement gift she gave her certainly didn't care.

Agatha hung her clothes in the only closet in the room, and without looking back, her tone was unreserved, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Sherlock Holmes, who had been feeling bored, was suddenly intrigued.

He looked very careless, but his sky-gray eyes looked at Agatha carefully.

One hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall, with a slender figure, long chestnut hair is supple, accustomed to a faint lavender fragrance, and a long skirt that fits her to outline her waist...... The height, hair color, weight, and even the red mole under her right eye and between her collarbone were all exactly the same, and it was impossible to fake it.

But his personality and habits were so different from what he had done in the past that he was even inferred that he was going to see his fiancée based on Watson's dress, making Holmes feel like he had never known her.

If the little maid he knew had such a calm and thoughtful mind, he was unlikely to easily get the information he wanted from her.

Sensing Holmes' gaze, Agatha turned.

In fact, you don't have to guess, you know what Holmes is thinking.

Agatha's tone was very determined, "Don't look at it, I'm Agatha, like a fake." ”

Holmes's eyes stared at her coldly, "Do you dare to say this to the people of Appledor Villa?" ”

"Why don't you dare?"

Agatha smiled a little arrogantly, her hands folded around her chest, her blue eyes meeting Sherlock Holmes.

"Who made my fiancé abandon me and change my temperament? Sherlock, the servants of Villa Appledor are a little more moral than you are, and when they see me become reticent, they don't think I'm being impersonated by anyone, they just think that the plumber who abandoned me deserves a thousand hells. ”

Sherlock Holmes, the plumber who should have been sent to hell ten thousand times: "......"

He was silent for two seconds, then a smile rose across his face.

The man who was still sitting lazily in the armchair jumped up, he stood in front of Agatha, and his voice was gentle, "Now that we have decided to get along, there is no need to fight-for-tat." Would you mind if I smoked? ”

Sherlock Holmes was a smoker and sometimes relied on coffee for his excitement on the grounds that life was too boring.

To get along with this man, you need a strong heart and an adventurous spirit.

Unfortunately, Agatha felt she had both.

Agatha: "Don't mind. ”

"I sometimes fiddle with chemicals to experiment, and I may not be able to deal with people when I'm concentrated, so don't think I have an opinion about you. Occasionally, I'm in a bad mood, and when I'm in a bad mood, I usually don't want to speak, but at this time, I just need to be left alone, and it won't be long before I come back to life. ”

Holmes quickly finished talking about his shortcomings, and then said to Agatha, "It's your turn." ”

Agatha:???

Sherlock Holmes took it for granted, "We're fiancés, and we're likely to be working partners until you get a satisfying job, so it's important to get to know each other." Knowing each other's shortcomings in advance helps us get along better. What are your shortcomings? ”

Agatha glanced at him inexplicably, "There's no need to go so deep into it, right?" Dr. Watson, who lives on the second floor with you, is not me. ”

"But I'm your fiancé after all, and you often have to stay on the second floor with me during the day while you're my work partner."

After a pause, Holmes added, "If John is not there, you will be in charge of cooking." ”

Agatha glanced at Holmes silently.

Although she and Sherlock Holmes are now an unmarried couple, she knows that this is just a trick that Sherlock Holmes plays with her about so-called fairness.

Before she could find another way, she was in an employment relationship with Holmes, he was her boss, and of course she had to help him.

Agatha smiled, "Okay, please make me a menu of your favorite foods, and I'll cook according to your dietary preferences when Dr. Watson is away." ”

Sherlock Holmes heard her answer and a childish smile appeared on his face, "I don't have any special preferences, just eat it." ”

Agatha let out an "oh" and didn't want to speak again.

Holmes was still standing there, looking like he was waiting for something.

Agatha wanted to tidy up the room and rest for a while, so she tactfully ordered the eviction: "I'm a little tired. ”

Sherlock Holmes: "You haven't said anything to pay attention to when you get along with you." ”

Agatha thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing to pay attention to, but I hate noise when I'm upset." ”

Sherlock Holmes: "Do you hate the sound of playing the violin?" ”

I almost forgot that Holmes was a music enthusiast and played the violin as well as a virtuoso.

A smile appeared on Agatha's face: "As long as you don't mess around, you won't." ”

Holmes left the room, and Agatha felt unusually tired after packing her belongings.

Not only because she was busy leaving the Approldol villa today, but also because of the mental tension during this time, the fear that the people around her would find out that she was not the real Agatha, that she would not find a place to stay in London, and that she would not be able to find a job to earn a living in the future.

She placed the lavender sachet on the side of her pillow and lay down on the bed to fall asleep in the scent of lavender flowers.

Agatha dreamed of old things.

That was when she was in the third grade of elementary school, and her father was a psychologist and a special adviser to the city police at the time. At that time, there was a serial killer in the city, and my father was ordered to cooperate with the police to bring the panicked serial killer to justice.

The war between the father and the killer dragged on for half a year.

The last time the killer committed the crime, he tied her up.

She didn't remember many details, but she remembered that her father rescued her with his bare hands, she was tied to a wooden bench, the room was dark and cold, she didn't remember the process of her father and the murderer, only the feeling of being like a year at that time.

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at her temple, and she saw her father kneeling on the ground.

When the murderer saw his father kneeling, he laughed triumphantly.

Bang!

There was a loud bang in her ears, and Agatha woke up from her sleep.

Fine sweat was already oozing from her forehead, and she sat up, gasping softly.

She survived, and her father was seriously injured, but fortunately did not lose his life. The murderer was brought to justice, and the incident did not leave much trauma on her, but left a lot of psychological shadows in the heart of the costume designer's mother. Later, her mother divorced her father, and she lived with him.

She inherited her mother's talent for clothing design, as well as her father's insight into people's hearts.

There was a knock on the door, causing Mrs. Hudson to call her.

Agatha withdrew her thoughts, and she opened the door, and Mrs. Hudson smiled kindly.

Mrs. Hudson: "Mr. Holmes has come to Sherlock, John is not there, can you go down and help make them two cups of coffee?" ”

Mr. Holmes?

Mycroft Holmes?