John Watson, who was far away in London, did not know whether Bari's EQ had been saved by the radish cake,
But please believe that..,
If he knew that the radish cake had this effect..,
Even if there was no exact example to prove it..,
He would also directly stuff Shylock's mouth full of radish cake to try.
Because this guy's EQ was really! Of! Not! Often! Need! To! Be! Saved! Saved!
John Watson used to be a military doctor. What he was good at was saving lives and helping the wounded. Later, he became a doctor,
Obviously..,
What he was good at was still saving lives and helping the wounded.
But ever since he met his roommate, Shylock Holmes, and occasionally served as his assistant, what Watson was good at became..,
Cleaning up the mess for Shylock Holmes!
Just like now..,
"Sorry, Betty,
Shylock meant that which girl didn't meet a few scumbags when she was young? Don't be too sad. Sooner or later, you'll find a partner who can appreciate your beauty. "
However, Watson's bowl of chicken soup for the soul did not seem to have any effect,
The girl named Betty in front of him grabbed the coffee at the side and splashed it on him,
Then she glared at them fiercely and ran away crying.
Watson: "..."
"Shylock Holmes!"
Watson turned his head and glared fiercely at Shylock behind him. "Look at what you've done."
"I'm indeed doing a good deed."
Shylock met Watson's accusatory gaze. There was no sign of guilt or guilt on his face,
Instead, he said with conviction,
"If I didn't tell her..,
If her boyfriend was a habitual offender who specialized in cheating women of their money..,
Then in less than three days..,
Not only would she have been cheated out of her remaining savings by him..,
She would have even foolishly been fooled by him into becoming a so-called guarantor..,
She would have had a huge debt from then on. "
As he spoke,
He seemed to be asking a rhetorical question. "So now that I've exposed her boyfriend's true colors, she won't be fooled again, and I've even prevented her from losing money. Isn't this considered doing a good deed?"
Looking at Shylock's self-righteous look, Watson immediately felt a headache coming on. He said, "Shylock, don't tell me you've forgotten the consequences of saying something like that to Jasmine the last time? With the previous experience, why can't you be more tactful this time? "
"Very good."
Shylock put his hands on the table, and his sharp eyes fell on Watson. "John, tell me, if it were you, how would you tactfully tell Betty that her boyfriend is just a liar who likes her money but not her?"
Hearing this, Watson thought for a moment and said, "I will tell Betty the story of a girl who was cheated of her money and body by her boyfriend. Then I will take the opportunity to remind her that even when girls are in a relationship, they shouldn't trust each other."
"Ha."
After hearing Watson's tactful "good idea", Shylock let out a contemptuous and disdainful sneer. He said, "Believe me, John, if you really tell her so tactfully, then Betty will only sigh at how unlucky the girl in the story is. She won't think of this story at all."
At this point, Shylock glanced at Watson and gave him a fake smile. "Love is a dangerous disadvantage. Not only will it make people lose their judgment and IQ, but it will also make people lose their rationality. I think you should have a deep understanding of this, right?"
"Shylock!"
Hearing such a blatant personal attack, Watson was so angry that he wanted to throw his coffee soaked jacket at his face.
"Who is the culprit?" When Watson thought about his love history after meeting Shylock, he felt like he was in a terrible situation. He said, "If it weren't for you, would all of my girlfriends think that we are a couple?"
Although this was the Great Rotting Nation, he was a pure straight-laced man. However, the reason for every breakup was …
His girlfriends suspected that he had an affair with Shylock.
It was also despair.
After seeing through Watson's thoughts, Shylock quickly changed the topic. "You don't have to worry, John, we will fly to New York in an hour and a half. If there are no accidents, we will stay there for a while, so you don't have to worry about how awkward it will be when you come to Bartz Hospital tomorrow or in the near future."
While speaking, Shylock picked up the black long-haired trench coat hanging on the side and put it on as he walked out.
"What the hell! Why would I be embarrassed? "
When Watson heard Shylock's words, he rolled his eyes, but he subconsciously followed him. "Aren't you the one who should be embarrassed?"
At this point, he suddenly paused. "Wait, what did you just say? We will fly to New York in an hour? "
"Congratulations, your hearing and retelling skills are obviously fine."
Shylock glanced at the elevator, quickly calculated the time in his mind, and chose to take the stairs. He said, "Now we still have time to go back and pack, but John, it's impossible for you to take a shower."
"What are you going to do in New York?"
Watson obviously knew Shylock very well. After that, he raised a possibility. "Is there a case in New York?"
"Not yet."
Shylock walked down the stairs lightly. As he walked out of Bartz Hospital, he said, "But haven't you noticed anything wrong recently?"
Watson asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Moriarty!"
Shylock, who was walking quickly, suddenly braked and turned to look at Watson. "He hasn't appeared in London recently."
Hearing Shylock's words, Watson seemed to remember that Shylock had not mentioned Moriarty in the recent cases, but …
"Do you mean Moriarty is in New York?"
"Yes."
Shylock's usually cold eyes showed excitement. He said, "John, think about it — a leader of such a huge criminal empire, why would he appear in New York for no reason and stay there for a long time?"
"Shylock, are you saying Moriarty is planning to do something in New York?"
Hearing Watson's words, Shylock gave him a smile. Unlike the fake smile just now, this one looked much more sincere. "If we want to figure this out, we have to go to New York."
"Okay." Watson did not want to admit that he was actually very curious, but …
"Can we get a taxi at this time of the day? If … "
Before Watson could finish his words, he saw Shylock, who had walked to the side of the road, reach out his hand, and a taxi obediently stopped in front of them.
Watson was speechless.
Okay.
He forgot that one of Shylock's superpowers was that no matter what time it was, as long as he reached out his hand, a taxi would appear.
#
Moriarty, who was far away in New York, did not know that his old enemy knew his whereabouts and could not wait to rush over. At this moment, he was pushing open the door of "My Chinese Restaurant."
As soon as Moriarty entered, he saw Issou. He smiled and greeted her, "Hi, Issou."
"Jim?"
When Issou saw Moriarty, she was stunned for a moment. Seeing his travel-worn appearance, she said, "Did you just come back?"
"Yes."
Moriarty walked in front of Issou and looked at the black-haired girl who he had not seen for a few days. The smile on his face was still the same. "I just dropped off my luggage and came over."
As he spoke, his eyes glanced around, and his expression suddenly became regretful. "Well, it seems that I didn't make it?"
Obviously, the evening market of "My Chinese Restaurant" was about to end, and the remaining customers were just a few scattered tables that were ready to pay the bill and leave.
When Issou heard Moriarty's words, she was about to speak, but he quickly put away his depressed expression and said, "But it's not too late, at least I still saw you."
This master of crime was a master of acting. In front of Issou, he looked at her with his warm brown eyes. "You know, when I was abroad for a few days, other than remembering the food you made for me, the only way to not feel like a year was to miss you."
Wow.
When Issou heard Moriarty's words, he could not help but laugh. "You're really … too good with words."
Perhaps it was because his usual words and actions revealed a refined and gentlemanly demeanor, so even if he said that, Yi Su didn't feel that he was glib-tongued. She just felt that he was too good at talking.
Moriarty, however, defended himself. He said, "I'm just telling the truth."
When he said this, his expression looked extremely innocent. He was supposed to be a mature professor, but this expression made him look a little more childish.
"Okay."
Issou spread his hands. "Since you've said this, I think if I don't let you be the last customer of our Chinese Restaurant today, my conscience will probably hurt, right?"
"Issou, I'm not saying this because I want to eat the dinner you made, you don't have to …"
Before Moriarty could finish his words, he saw the black-haired girl in front of him looking at him with a smile, as if she was waiting for him to continue.
Seeing this, the master of crime, who keenly understood Issou's meaning, quietly changed his words. "… You don't have to make a complicated dinner, just make it simple."
Issou: "…"
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