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Peterson entered the door with the big white goose in his arms, but he was not in a hurry to find Holmes to explain his intentions, but instead started to make a family with Agathala.

Peterson: "The first time I've seen a young and beautiful lady like you, Miss Duran, in the Baker Street apartment, are you used to everything?" ”

Agatha seemed to be accustomed to this kind of greeting from the elders, and a gentle smile came to her face, "Quite accustomed, Mr. Peterson. What would you like to drink? ”

Peterson smiled and waved his hand, "Don't drink it, I'll just smoke a few cigarettes with Sherlock." ”

How many buckets of smoke?

Agatha was embarrassed, this has to take a quarter of an hour, right?

Wouldn't she have to faint from second-hand smoke?

Holmes glanced at Agatha and said to Peterson, "I don't want to smoke, you can have some black tea or coffee." ”

Peterson thought it was strange that he didn't smoke, but when he saw Agatha following behind him, he immediately handed Holmes a "I understand" look.

Sherlock Holmes: "......"

To explain is to cover up, and Holmes decided not to explain.

His gaze swept over the old felt hat that Peterson was holding in his hand, and landed on the big white goose in his arms, and finally sat up straight, "Oh", and asked with great interest, "Is this big fat goose a reward?" Christmas was approaching, and Watson and I were worried about the lack of roast goose. ”

The big white goose in Peterson's arms seemed to understand human speech, and quacked and fluttered.

Peterson laughed happily, "You're really joking, but the big fat goose did bring it to you." ”

Then Holmes was coldly stuffed with a chubby, snow-white fat goose.

The big fat goose and the detective stared at each other wide-eyed.

Immediately, the big fat goose stretched its neck and quacked to bite Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes was quick and caught the big fat goose by the mouth with one hand, preventing it from succeeding.

Holmes squinted slightly, and said to the big fat goose gently, "Baby, you're a little too enthusiastic." ”

Agatha: "......"

Peterson grinned and placed his old felt hat on the coffee table, and said to Holmes, "This old felt hat should belong to his master." ”

Sherlock Holmes turned his head and looked at Peterson, "This big fat goose isn't yours?" ”

The big fat goose was picked up by Peterson on his way home in the early hours of this morning.

Yesterday was the birthday of a friend of Peterson, and after attending a friend's birthday party, Peterson was rushing home along Tenham Court Road, where he met a man holding a big white goose. The man is quite tall and walks at an unsteady pace. Peterson thought that the other party might have drunk like him to be so faltering.

He walked behind the tall man before he turned into Gucci Street, and the man was surrounded by a group of petty hooligans.

Peterson: "I was far away and didn't know what they were yelling about, but the idle thugs looked like they were bullying the man, and they took off his hat and laughed and teased him. The man was entangled for no reason, unable to get out, of course very angry, he defended himself with a cane, and broke the glass of the shop next to him. ”

Sherlock Holmes wondered, "How can such an upright man as you resist not helping?" ”

Peterson glared at him, "Of course I couldn't hold back, but I was about to help him get rid of the hooligans when the police appeared, and the man saw the police as if he had seen a ghost, his hat was gone, the goose was thrown away, and he ran away." When the hooligans saw the police, they also dispersed. ”

Holmes said "oh", and the great white goose, which he had pinched its beak, began to flutter again, and then he saw the small card tied to the goose's left leg, which read—To Mrs. Henry Baker.

Peterson: "You saw that, right? The goose was given to Mrs. Henry Baker. ”

Sherlock Holmes shoved the big white goose into Peterson's arms: "Then you quickly return it to its owner." ”

"That's the problem." Peterson hugged the big white goose that was tied up with five flowers, and complained: "There are so many people with the surname Baker in London, who knows which one is the owner of this big fat goose?" ”

Agatha listened for a long time, and reminded Peterson: "Sir, you can publish a lost and found item in the newspaper." ”

Peterson's eyes widened, he touched his goatee and said, "What are you doing with that effort?" This kind of thing, Sherlock must be very interested. ”

Agatha: "......"

Agatha looked at Holmes.

Holmes coughed lightly and said to Agatha very solemnly: "It is interesting to find the owner of the great white goose among thousands of people with the surname Baker. ”

Agatha understood.

As long as it can get his brain running, even if it's a trivial thing, Holmes will be interested.

Compared with lying in the apartment and injecting yourself with coffee and seeking excitement, it makes more sense to find the owner of the big white goose who has fled from the desert.

But Agatha had to remind Holmes: "Today you have promised Mr. Lestrangered to find the missing plumber." ”

Holmes gave Agatha a gentle smile, "These two things don't conflict. ”

Agatha was noncommittal.

These things don't have much to do with her.

Peterson left the big white goose and old felt hat and left happily.

Watson was busy with dinner in the kitchen, and he didn't quite understand how there could be an extra white goose and an old felt hat in the living room.

Agatha told Watson about Peterson's commission, and Watson was no longer surprised by it, except that he had a headache at the big fat geese who were slowly walking around the living room.

Watson: "Sherlock, you don't really want to eat roast goose, do you?" ”

Sherlock Holmes: "Will you do it?" ”

Watson rubbed his face and diverted the topic of making roast goose: "I don't think it's enough to publish a lost and found item in tomorrow's morning newspaper without going to great length." ”

Sherlock Holmes smiled and picked up the old felt hat on the coffee table and said to Watson, "John, don't worry. Let's do something interesting. ”

Holmes ignored the white goose walking in the living room and played a game of deduction with Watson over the old felt hat that Peterson had left behind.

Agatha came to a new world, a new environment, and new relationships...... It all takes time and patience to get used to.

She didn't bother with the interaction between Sherlock Holmes and Watson, and sat at the bar drinking black tea and sobering up.

In the blink of an eye, Holmes had already learned from the old felt hat that the owner of the hat was very learned, and that he was financially rich in the past and now poor, and that he may have contracted some bad habits, which, combined with the scene when Peterson met him, Holmes thought that his bad habits should be alcoholism.

Agatha listened quietly, and the scene of Holmes reasoning with Watson reminded her of her own father in the past.

What Holmes did, her father did a lot. The serial killer back then was a psychological portrait made by her father after analyzing the characteristics of the crime and the various materials left at the scene.

She was very interested in her father's work, and she became a psychology student, and she had already crossed over before she could complete her studies.

Agatha wants to continue her studies, but before she can do so, she may have to keep herself alive first.

She was thinking about it when suddenly a cold touch came from the back of her hand.

Agatha was startled, looked down, and saw that it was the big white goose that had been walking in the living room who had come to her side, and tentatively touched her hand with its mouth.

Agatha: "......"

The big white goose tilted her head slightly, and Pea's big eyes stared at her.

Agatha blinked, tentatively reached out and touched its head, but didn't dodge.

Could it be that this is a pet goose?

And at this time, Holmes was telling Watson about the last status quo of the owner of the old felt hat-

"His wife doesn't love him anymore."

Watson had long been dazed by the series of reasoning conclusions of Sherlock Holmes, and couldn't help but protest, "Sherlock. He might just be a bachelor! ”

Watson's frenzied appearance made Holmes scowle, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Agatha who was sitting at the bar.

A smile flashed in Holmes' eyes, and he said, "Watson, this is a very simple matter, there are some things you have forgotten, maybe Agatha remembers." ”

Watson grimaced: "What's the matter?" ”

Agatha looked at Watson, who was devastated, and couldn't help but laugh.

- Getting along with someone who is extremely smart can indeed make people doubt their lives.

"The owner of the felt hat was certainly not a bachelor, for the card tied to the goose's leg was dedicated to Mrs. Baker. He brought the goose home, presumably to please his wife. ”

Watson laughed dumbly, "Oh my God, I forgot about it. ”

Agatha was very understanding, "Dr. Watson, you have been dizzy, and it is normal to forget about this. ”

Watson felt tired, and he stood up and said to Holmes, "I think it's time for dinner." ”

Watson walked towards the dining-room, and the big white goose walked towards Watson with a very familiar swing.

Holmes walked over, and the big white goose looked at him with his neck tilted.

Sherlock Holmes sighed: "This big white doesn't seem to be afraid of life. ”

Agatha looked at Holmes suspiciously, "Big white? ”

Sherlock Holmes smiled: "I just gave it a name, is it good?" ”

Before Agatha could make any comment on the name, she heard a low spell from Sherlock Holmes.

- Dabai unceremoniously pulled a lump of poop on the cotton slippers of Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes: "......"

Agatha couldn't hold back a smile, she blinked her blue eyes, "Looks like it likes the name." ”

Sherlock Holmes looked at her smiling appearance, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly, his gray eyes at her level: "It's so funny?" ”

Agatha was about to say it was funny, but a bone voice came from the wooden floor.

The two looked down and saw a blue gem rolling twice on the wooden floor before stopping.

The blue gemstone is a little smaller than a bean, and the different facets shine brightly in the light.

Agatha and Holmes were both stunned, and then Holmes crouched down and picked up the sapphire.

He raised his hand and looked at the sapphire in the light, his expression serious and solemn.

It was obviously not appropriate to disturb Holmes at such a time, but Agatha still couldn't hold back: "It is true that this gem looks very valuable, but should you go and rinse it with water first?" ”

After all, this is rolled out of goose.

Holmes glanced sideways at her, "Well, you're right. ”

His clean hand pulled Agatha's hand and spread it out, placing the sapphire in Agatha's palm.

Agatha suddenly choked, thinking that the person was sick.

Holmes gave a slightly boyish smile to the young lady, "Go, Agatha, and then you will find something surprising." ”

Agatha resisted the urge to beat Sherlock Holmes violently, gritted her teeth, and said, "It's strange enough to pull a sapphire out of the belly of the big white goose, are you going to tell me that this sapphire is the Angel's Tear that the Countess wants to auction?" ”

Holmes snapped his fingers and smiled, "You're right, this is indeed the Countess's Angel Tears." ”

Agatha: "......! ”