"Oh...Mr. Holmes, hello." An Chunzhi tried hard to hold the milk bowl to prevent it from spilling.

The way Sherlock stared at An Chunzhi changed slightly, he took a bite of the sandwich and said with certainty: "You know me."

Of course, anyone who has watched "Sherlock" knows the great detective Sherlock Holmes.

But such words cannot be said at all.

An Chunzhi could only try his best to tell the truth: "Uh, I have read both the 'Deductive Method' and 'On the Identification of Various Soot' that you published on your blog. Actually, I like the deductive method very much. I admire you very much. Really, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock paused as he ate his sandwich.

He turned his head, looked An Chunzhi up and down again with his eyes, his gaze seemed to be able to see through people in an instant, and then said flatly: "Usually people don't say that."

"Normally people are not as talented as you, are they?" An Chunzhi smiled.

He really said this from the bottom of his heart, because he had to rely on Sherlock Holmes to explain the plot every time he watched the drama.

——The thinking of Sherlock Holmes is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. He is an out-and-out genius with high IQ.

Sherlock stopped his movements, looked at An Chunzhi again in surprise, with a hint of joy in his tone, and said reservedly:

"Often people don't feel the way you do."

Without waiting for An Chunzhi to answer, he spoke again quickly: "There is no pomade or any skin care products on your hair, and there are no dark circles or bags under your eyes, and your face is very rosy. You never stay up late and pay attention to life , I like to dress naturally. I haven't had any disputes recently."

"The back of your shirt-collar is wet with dew and not trimmed properly, and the pant-legs of your canvas trousers are covered with gray goose feathers and blades of grass that you did not notice, and there is a hair on the sleeve."

"—So you don't have a girlfriend, you probably live alone, you get up early every day, you just came back from a morning run in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, and your life is very regular, but not very careful."

"You have a thin callus on the palm of your right hand, your cuff is wrinkled, and there are a few drops of dried tomato juice on the inside of the unbuttoned part. The shirt is last year's style, and it is a bit worn out after washing, and the TV is also cheap second-hand from five or six years ago. goods, but the computer is the latest brand this year.”

"You cook a lot, maybe you ate tomatoes last night, and you are a little withdrawn. It's not that you are struggling, but you don't like to spend time on the same things, such as buying clothes. You just waived my sandwich money and didn't care that I put Mud on the rug, doing what you want, being soft-hearted."

He finished such a long paragraph almost in one breath:

"Combined with the situation of the store you run, I can tell at a glance that 70.00% of the products here should be updated—except for the latest models and posters of superheroes, as well as the TV content just now. The hero is very interested—the other things in the store are nothing new and hot, ordinary, very ordinary. I am afraid there are not many customers, the business is barely there, and there is a danger of losing money."

"...you are an ordinary store owner with a regular life pattern, a conservative and steady personality, no sense of existence, no girlfriend and no neighborly relationship, withdrawn and unchanging." Sherlock's words came to an abrupt end, and then he frowned,

"But my other judgment is completely opposite - you like superheroes, and you recognized me at a glance, and you have read the research on my blog. Your heart is full of desire for expression. At the same time, you do things as you like, without the pressure of life, Being very bold and not caring about the profit or loss of the store, it all shows that you are an extraordinary person, not bound by reality."

"You have two diametrically opposed manifestations, but I can't see anything unique about you."

"Where does your unique confidence come from?" Sherlock stared at An Chunzhi inquiringly, but seemed to be asking himself inexplicably.

"..."

The corners of An Chunzhi's mouth twitched, and he was speechless for a while.

Although he knew that Holmes had this problem, he could see through a person at a glance, and the speed of Holmes' speech when explaining was simply breathtaking.But I didn't expect to get this kind of treatment this time.

Said that he looks very contradictory, with two diametrically opposite expressions on his body but can't find a unique place?

Isn't this natural? His confidence lies in his Dijia system.Tiga is strong enough to protect himself in this dangerous world, so he dares to be bold.But when he is a store owner of ordinary people, of course he has to be cautious and stick to the rules.

But that's another reason not to tell anyone.

So An Chunzhi could only smile apologetically at Sherlock, took out another bowl from the counter, poured a bowl of hot milk mixed with oatmeal, put it in front of Sherlock, and said, "Mr. Holmes, sit down." Come down and eat."

Sherlock twitched the corner of his lips, took the stool and sat down opposite An Chunzhi's counter as a matter of course, and began to drink the bowl of milk with the sandwich very calmly.

Seeing that Mr. Detective didn't want to continue asking, An Chunzhi quickly drank his bowl of cold milk, straightened his back collar, and wiped the tiny grass leaves and feathers on his trouser legs with paper. Remove all.

He bent his elbows, stared at the two thin drops of tomato juice on the inside of his shirt, and shook his head.

It seems that I went to wash this shirt at noon, but Holmes' eyes are really too sharp, right?

The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly.

An Chunzhi quickly took it out and boarded the chat room.

[Boxing coach]: "Have you finished your breakfast? Don't watch TV and drink milk, it will be cold."

An Chunzhi coughed awkwardly.

He just said it once before, and the boxing coach remembered it and always reminded him just right.Although he wasn't watching TV today, the milk was still cold.

[Donut]: "I bet you're old enough to really care about people. #naughty#"

[Boxing Coach]: "Sorry...was my lecture a little annoying?"

Behind the phone, Captain America pursed his lips, looking a little disappointed.

He can't help but care about the companions around him, but this kind of care in all aspects is obviously more like preaching sometimes, and young people in this era will always find him annoying.

He and Donuts get along so well these days that he forgets to restrain it again.

[Donut]: "No, it feels like we are not separated by a district, but very close. You are my best friend, and I like your concern. #头顶小花的转圈laugh#"

An style warm heart√

Captain America's bright blue eyes suddenly lit up again, and he couldn't help but smile.

"By the way -" Sherlock knocked on the counter suddenly, pulling An Chunzhi's attention away from the phone.

"Is there a consultant here?" He twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a perfect etiquette smile on his face.

"What?" An Chunzhi couldn't react, "Didn't you just say that it's time to go back? And I'm a store here."

"Of course not leaving now." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, still looked at An Chunzhi with that polite smile, and said a bunch of words quickly between his lips and teeth,

"Food and housing are included, and the salary cannot be lower than the minimum income standard. How about I help you turn the store business around?"

An Chunzhi's first reaction was to refuse: "But you don't deserve to be interested in studying my secrets, I don't like being watched by others."

"Don't worry, this is not my goal." Sherlock blinked his eyes and said with an innocent and pitiful expression, "I am really homeless and penniless now. Even if I want to go back, I have to arrange everything. Save enough money for the plane ticket before leaving?"

Poor Sherlock, his brother didn't take the initiative to pick him up and arrange everything for his subsequent return, so he was all on his own.

All his bank cards are still frozen.

"And you're the only one of these ordinary people I've met—" He curled his lips, "that aroused my interest a little bit. So why don't I choose an environment that makes me happier?"

"I usually work part-time as a shop assistant." Sherlock frowned pitifully, looked at An Chunzhi and added sincerely.

An Chunzhi was somewhat moved by Holmes.

He didn't mind having Holmes stay, he just didn't like people staring at him, studying him.At least when watching dramas before, An Chunzhi liked Sherlock's usual interesting places, although the landlady and Watson were always scared by Holmes.

It would be interesting if they actually lived for a while.

For example, when you open the refrigerator, you see a frozen human head in it, and when you enter the kitchen, you find canned eyeballs in it, and the skull on the sofa is no longer a large Iron Man model but Sherlock's good friend?

When you have nothing to do, just listen to the big detective upstairs shooting at the wall or making noise with the violin?

Uh……

An Chunzhi thought about it, and cautiously felt that the last two items were not enough.He was afraid that he would be arrested by the police on the first day of taking in Sherlock Holmes.

This isn't England, and the brother of a British government official wipes his ass.

An Chunzhi quickly shook his head again.

But if there is a human head in the refrigerator as soon as you open it, can he still do business?

Hmm...I still feel that living with Holmes is full of risks.

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