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In June, this European street is immersed in the sweet fragrance of the flower shop. Even the coffee steam from the coffee shop is like vanilla, which has lost the bitterness of the past.

The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was warm.

On this day, Mr. Sherlock, who was still wearing a dark overcoat, took a sip from his coffee cup. He was sitting on the outdoor tables and chairs in the coffee shop, meditating.

"How is it possible?" He said to himself, moved his long legs, and then rushed into No. 221B across the street.

The door was not closed tightly by Mrs. Hudson, and there was a bouquet of flowers she had just bought from the street flower shop at the door.

While Sherlock went upstairs, he took a critical look at the bouquet of dried flowers, and after drawing a series of miscellaneous trajectories about the lady's movements, he decided that it was meaningless.

—— Mrs. Hudson always likes to do some meaningless things, wasting her little time.

"Sherlock, you're back." At the second floor, Mrs. Hudson held up the baked biscuits she made a few days ago, and said to him full of surprises: "Great, I'm going to tell you something about -"

"no!"

Sherlock took off his hat, and his short curly brown hair stretched out in front of his forehead, but it did not hinder his indifferent and slightly critical eyes, and he looked sharply at the landlady in front of him, "An unknown origin, even Someone who knows how to conceal the traces of movement, Mrs. Hudson, you will really get yourself in trouble."

Mrs. Hudson was stunned, "What are you talking about?"

Her thinking couldn't even keep up with the speed of the other party's speech.

"I'm talking about your guests." Sherlock's speech speed seemed to be catching up with time, his sharp eyes swept across Mrs. Hudson, and finally he condescended to say clearly, "The shawl on your body Is the embroidery from the East? Interesting, just now you hung on the wall, and there are Orientals in the painting facing the window."

Mrs. Hudson held up the tray, blinked, showing a helpless expression, "You know again."

"Ha." Sherlock let out a short laugh, walked up to the stairs on the second floor, lowered his voice slightly, and looked at his landlady miraculously, "A new tenant, it took less than 5 minutes to ask for your I agree with you, it should be friendship, plus..."

He stepped up, walked to her side, and smelled it, "Perfume... Mrs. Hudson, it seems that he looks very popular with women."

Mrs. Hudson couldn't help but covered her mouth and let out a giggle, her face fascinated, "My husband's friend is very handsome."

"Drug lord's friend." The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, "I'm not talking about you, Mrs. Hudson, you should understand who you can associate with and who you should stay away from."

Mrs. Hudson didn't care: "Of course, I never cared who or what you brought to me. Before you put heads in the refrigerator, I didn't tell you."

Sherlock: "..."

Very well, he had nothing to refute.

Thinking of the contraband in the bedroom, Sherlock reluctantly changed the subject, "But regarding the new tenant here, my roommate, we have made clear regulations before, and I must obtain my consent."

"But I think he must be in line with your aesthetics."

Mrs. Hudson took out a biscuit from the plate, handed it to the mouth of the gentleman in front of her, and said with a smile: "Would you like to think about it, at least meet him first, he looks very tired, so I let him go Asleep in your bed."

Sherlock's expression was blank for a moment, and then he jumped up violently, "Mrs. Hudson! How many times have I said that! I'm not gay!"

Even if he hasn't had a girlfriend for so many years, it's because, in his opinion, everyone in this world except him is a goldfish with fishy lips!

IQ varies, how to fall in love.

Sherlock actually mostly doesn't care about other people's misunderstanding about him, but the premise is that this kind of misunderstanding doesn't cause him any trouble. A stranger sleeping on his bed is obviously a big trouble.

Mrs Hudson innocent: "I didn't say that."

But you've been looking for someone for me!And there is no lower limit at all!Sherlock really wanted to shout out, but he swallowed it back, because of his keen hearing, he had already heard about the sound coming from the bedroom.

221B Baker Street.

On this day, a new tenant was ushered in.

The decoration on the second floor has always been the deep and rich colors that Sherlock likes. This can occasionally distract his overworked brain and get a rest. destroy his dwelling place.

Whether it's the gun holes on the wall or the depression at the head of the bed, they are all acts of catharsis by him.

In the past, although Mrs. Hudson would complain from time to time, she never really controlled his behavior. Even when she came up to help him clean up, she didn't make him feel tense about the territory being invaded.

But now, everything has changed.

This new tenant who came from afar has apparently become Mrs. Hudson's new favorite.

take a look.

In the living room on the second floor, not only were the tablecloths replaced with elegant colors, but also human body sketches that were completely different from the previous styles were hung. There were fragrant flowers on the table, and sweet biscuits on the tea table on the balcony.

The newspapers, injections, and scarves he had thrown around before were all packed into the utility room.

Sherlock looked around in a complicated mood, and suddenly became interested in this stranger. This person was obviously able to gain the favor of others in the first place, and he was excellent in terms of self-cultivation and demeanor.

Otherwise, Mrs. Hudson wouldn't have gone through so much trouble.

The new tenant was changing clothes in the room. Sherlock was standing in the living room, and he could hear the conversation between him and Mrs. Hudson. The tone was also very different, like an English learner, more or less with an accent.

This gentleman came from afar, not only his pronunciation is like a dictionary, but also his tone of speech is serious.

Seems kind of boring.

But he was able to enter the house quietly while he was sitting in the coffee shop.

——Double-faced camouflage?

Sherlock looked at the room again, and locked on the only oil painting he saw in the coffee shop before, the setting of the banquet hall, the rich emotions of the characters, and the rendering of large blocks of color. There is only one place that is extremely special.

"love?"

"...Hello." When Sherlock unconsciously uttered the syllable of this word, the new tenant of 221B also came out of the bedroom, stood at the door, looked at him, and smiled gently, "Mr. Holmes, my name is Jian Yue."

Sherlock turned around, glanced at the other party, then walked silently, walked to the sofa, opened the sofa and sat down, and raised his hand to signal the other party to sit down.

After Jian Yue also walked over with kindness, he spoke again: "The artist of this painting obviously didn't compliment you."

Jian Yue froze for a moment.

Just listen to this gentleman who used to be good on paper, known for his mean tongue and amazing observation ability, said calmly and firmly: "What he likes is almost lighting you up with holy light."

"..."

Zhan Ranruo God, gentle and elegant.

Jian Yue exhaled lightly, he shouldn't be surprised, this gentleman originally had such a character, although this incident can be called a pain to him, it will naturally be very uncomfortable to be poked out by others.

But his pair of light-black and translucent eyes didn't have any negative emotions.

"That painter was originally a very good friend of mine."

Sherlock snorted, "Then you broke up now?"

There was no objection, it was indeed a man.

Jian Yue: "...No, I can't find him."

Sherlock stared at him for a while, then shrugged, "A boring, pathetic, shy and unpredictable crush usually ends up like this." He touched the corner of his mouth and pondered, "But I still want to Let me ask, the oil paint on it... and the style of the banquet hall, it's a bit retro and very real, can you tell me where it is?"

Jian Yue didn't answer.

He changed the subject: "Let's talk about the issue of co-renting first."

A trace of confusion flashed in Sherlock's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself, looked at the oriental man calmly, followed the other's topic, and said lightly: "I do need a new tenant, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I hope you can at least tell me frankly, what will you cause me if you live here?"

Jian Yue sighed, "I don't have any troubles, Mr. Holmes is too worried."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "You don't have any criminal records?"

Jian Yue: "..."

Does the record of another world count?

Sherlock remained expressionless, "That's it."

Jian Yue struggled for a while, trying to get rid of this topic, "I can make sure I don't disturb your life. Some time ago, I suffered from a kind of lethargy, so I needed to settle down. On Hudson's recommendation, I I just came to London, England from the Caspian Sea."

"Wait a minute, you just said you came from the Caspian Sea?" Sherlock interrupted him, his tone showing a trace of excitement and sharpness, "I was reading a report about there before—"

This gentleman is as alert as a hawk.

Jian Yue had a headache, and always felt that it was a wrong decision to go directly to this map.

Unexpectedly, the gentleman in front of him suddenly stopped abruptly after finishing his half-sentence excitedly, his eyes fell on Jian Yue, he pinched the mountain root between his brows thoughtfully, let go, and rubbed his face , who played cards out of common sense suddenly asked: "Do you like the violin?"

"I am proficient in all kinds of musical instruments." Jian Yue looked at him and said calmly: "Besides, I usually won't be woken up by any sound, even if you come to punch me."

"Very good, pass."

Sherlock stood up with a serious expression, "You are welcome to stay in 221B, you can call me Sherlock, Mr. Yue. And, there is one prerequisite for staying here." He emphasized, "Please don't approach me casually, especially in the When I'm high."