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The next morning, Agatha woke up early.

It's been raining in London for the past two days, and the drizzle has been falling non-stop, and the fireplace in the house is very cold if it is not lit.

I don't know if Watson and Holmes on the second floor are up.

Agatha has what she wants to do, but how to do what she wants to do in this world is still up for debate. She is now helpless, and although she bears the title of Sherlock Holmes's fiancée, only she knows how childish it is.

She took advantage of the name and identity of the original owner, and also relied on the fact that Sherlock Holmes was engaged to the original owner in order to solve the case, and was able to settle down on Baker Street.

She is not a sage, she has selfishness, but she is not without a conscience.

Before she thinks about the next step, she hopes to do the things in front of her, such as helping Holmes and Watson, who are investigating the case, sort out the information, bubble coffee or something.

When Agatha finished washing up and walked out of the room, Mrs. Hudson was already in the dining room.

Mrs. Hudson prepared breakfast, and a large bouquet of lilies was on the table

Seeing Agatha come out, Mrs. Hudson smiled and beckoned to her, "Agatha, come and have breakfast." I prepared toast, milk and bacon and made coffee. ”

Agatha went over and sat down at the table, took a slice of toast, and complimented Mrs. Hudson on her lily, "These flowers are blooming so beautifully, and I'll help you find a vase to put them in after breakfast, okay?" ”

Mrs. Hudson had a smile on her face, "It's really wonderful. You're going to look for Sherlock later, right? I also prepared breakfast for him and John, and when you go down, help them bring it down as well. ”

Mrs. Hudson usually prepared breakfast for the two bachelors.

Mrs. Hudson couldn't stand the rough life of a bachelor without his wife's care, and she told Agatha: "Sherlock often turns day and night upside down, and sometimes he thinks all night long, and only knows how to smoke and not eat." John was a little better than him, but not much better. I'm idle anyway, so I'll make them some breakfast so they don't starve to death in my house. ”

Mrs. Hudson was such a kind and lovely woman.

Agatha had bacon in her hand and bent her eyes to compliment: "Mrs. Hudson, you are a beautiful man. I'll bring you breakfast to Sherlock and Dr. Watson later. ”

Mrs. Hudson looked at Agatha with kindness in her eyes, a divorced middle-aged woman whose husband had been sentenced to life imprisonment, and who had fled from him to live a life without children.

This three-story building, the first floor was used as a storage room by her, and the second floor was rented to Sherlock Holmes, who was kind to her, she always wanted to have a companion who could talk, but it was too troublesome to adopt a child, and the new tenants didn't know the roots, so she didn't want it very much.

The timing of Agatha's appearance was a coincidence, as the young girl was bright and attractive, and she was Sherlock's fiancée.

Mrs. Hudson had a blind trust in Sherlock Holmes.

Whether it was Watson or Agatha, as long as it was someone that Holmes trusted, Mrs. Hudson accepted it unconditionally.

Mrs. Hudson didn't know where Agatha came from, so she casually asked, "Agatha, what were you doing before you met Sherlock?" ”

Mrs. Hudson was not simple, she was a woman who had seen the world, and Agatha was not afraid that speaking out would make Mrs. Hudson worry about her.

"Mrs. Hudson, I used to be a little maid at Appledor House, and thanks to Mr. Mill Walton, I was taught to read and write. As you know, Mr. Milwalton had been murdered half a month earlier, and Mrs. Milwalton was anxious to dismiss the servants of the villa from London, and I had no choice but to seek refuge in Sherlock. ”

Mrs. Hudson was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am from the past, and some things can only last if they are pure." Agatha, you can't rely on him for shelter in everything. ”

Agatha knew Mrs. Hudson's kindness and was not offended.

Moreover, Mrs. Hudson had walked more bridges than she had walked, and had walked more bridges than she had walked, so she asked modestly, "Mrs. Hudson, in London, I have no relatives but Sherlock." What do you think I should do? ”

Mrs. Hudson did not expect Agatha to ask for her opinion, but Mrs. Hudson could not get involved in emotional matters.

Mrs. Hudson: "No one else can make decisions for you, you have to figure it out for yourself."

Agatha blinked, her tone helpless and weak, "But I haven't figured it out yet." If my relationship with Sherlock breaks up before I can figure it out, Mrs. Hudson, can you just let me owe the rent and don't kick me out? ”

Mrs. Hudson: "......"

Mrs. Hudson had the feeling of digging a pit for herself to jump, and she glanced at Agatha and said slowly, "If I don't drive you away, you can think slowly." ”

Agatha was a little depressed, but the kindness from this world was felt early in the morning, which made her feel much more cheerful.

She finished her toast and picked up Mrs. Hudson's breakfast for the two men downstairs, "Then I'll bring it down first." Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. ”

Mrs. Hudson raised her eyebrows as she looked at the young girl's energetic back.

The lily on the table was still there, elegant and white, beautiful, but the girl who said she was going to arrange flowers for her had already left the third floor happily.

Agatha reached the second floor, and it was Watson who opened the door.

Watson looked a little surprised when he saw her.

Agatha held breakfast in her hand and smiled on her face: "Good morning, Doctor Watson." Mrs. Hudson asked me to bring breakfast down for you. ”

Watson took two steps to the side, letting Agatha in.

Agatha noticed that he was wearing outgoing clothes and asked, "Dr. Watson, are you going out?" ”

The girl walked into the dining room, put the tray on the table, and went into the kitchen to get the cutlery.

In just one day, she was already acting like an old friend who had been living in this apartment for a long time.

Watson looked at the girl's busy back, slowly walked to the dining room, and said to Agatha, "I just came back." ”

Agatha, who was setting up the dishes in the dining room, made a gesture and looked at him.

Watson smiled and explained to her: "Because I had to publish a lost and found claim in the morning paper, I went to the newspaper office in the early morning. ”

Agatha: "......"

It was to find Henry Baker, the owner of the old felt hat.

She felt a little uneasy in her heart, because she didn't realize that every minute and every second was extremely precious for a case.

Watson added: "Before going out in the early morning, I also built a temporary nest for Dabai on the balcony, and he seems to like it." ”

When Agatha heard this, she walked to the balcony, where there was a simple goose nest, and Da Bai was squatting in front of the nest to comb its feathers.

When Dabai saw Agatha, he craned his neck and screamed twice, and continued to comb his hair.

Agatha didn't bother Dabai, and she walked back to the restaurant.

Watson took out the butter and smeared it on his toast, and said to Agatha with some concern, "Sherlock hardly slept all night last night, and after ten o'clock, he will go to the Metropolitan Hotel." If you don't eat breakfast on time, you will suffer from a stomach ache. ”

Agatha was stunned, "Will he get sick too?" ”

Watson thought it was funny, "Although he has a smart head, he is a mortal in the flesh like you and me, and of course he will get sick." In fact, because Sherlock forgets to sleep and eat when he's busy, and he usually likes to smoke and drink, his stomach is worse than ours. ”

Agatha: "......"

To be honest, Watson didn't say it, she didn't think Sherlock Holmes was a physical mortal like them at all.

Sherlock Holmes has long been mythologized, and apart from smoking to solve crimes, Agatha even felt that he didn't need to eat.

Of course, by the time she learned that Sherlock Holmes was Escott, Holmes's mythological filter had mostly faded, but it was still a bit of a filter.

Listening to Watson now, Sherlock Holmes has completely fallen off the altar in her heart.

Watson was still worried.

Agatha: "If you're so worried, you might as well wake him up for breakfast." ”

Watson shook his head and said, "You don't know Sherlock's temper, it won't end well to disturb his dreams, I don't dare to go." ”

Agatha volunteered, "I'll go." ”

The door of Holmes was open, and he was not lying on the bed, but leaning against the head of the bed, the quilt was half on his body, and his clay pipe was placed on the bedside table next to him.

There was a strong smell of tobacco in the room, which was not good, and Agatha was not used to this strong smell of tobacco, and was choked and sneezed when she entered the door.

Did this smoking gun smoke ten buckets last night?

Agatha walked over and looked at Holmes condescendingly.

This was the first time she had looked at this strange genius detective so unscrupulously, he was not very handsome, his facial features were very deep, and his bones were very good, he was the type that became more and more attractive the more she looked at him. Those sharp gray eyes were closed at the moment, making him look no longer sharp and unapproachable.

Agatha reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Holmes was unmoved.

Agatha thought for a moment and reached out to pinch his nose.

Sherlock Holmes woke up with a lack of breath, feeling like he was going to suffocate himself two seconds too late.

He opened his gray eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse when he just woke up, sounding inexplicably sexy.

"What are you doing?"

Agatha: "Wake you up." ”

Sherlock Holmes raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "Uninvited, trespassing into a man's room should not be done by a lady." ”

Agatha looked innocent: "Isn't it okay to go into your fiancé's room?" ”

Holmes had a headache and couldn't understand why a man could be controlled by a woman and act willingly.

Agatha explained: "Dr. Watson was worried that you would have a stomach ache if you didn't eat on time, so I came in and called you. ”

Holmes lifted the quilt from his body, "Then you should be gentle, I almost suffocated just now." ”

Nonsense.

She's very measured.

Agatha, seeing that he was awake, stopped lingering in his room, and turned to go out.

"Mrs. Hudson has made breakfast, and you get up and eat it while it's hot."

Holmes looked at Agatha as she walked out of the room, shook her head, and felt a little clearer.

It has to be mentioned that Agatha is the only accident in his life at the moment.

Uncontrollable, elusive.