In the second month of winter,
It had not snowed in London yet.
Anne stopped in her tracks, panting.
She wiped the thin sweat on her forehead and looked up at the sky. The sun had already come out, and the quiet river Thames was sprinkled with gold.
Anne was a little happy,
She could now run for fifteen minutes in a row. Although when she shared the good news with Shylock yesterday, she received the expected ridicule.
Shylock had noticed it from the first day she ran. He did not say anything,
But Anne felt that..,
He was very happy. Or to be more precise..,
Mr. Holmes was very satisfied. She was fulfilling her promise,
Living a good life..,
And learning to protect herself.
Anne rested for a while and was about to leave when she inadvertently glanced,
She saw a few figures moving in the shallows of the Thames under the bridge. There was a cordon not far from them.
Another new case?
Anne subconsciously moved her gaze, looking for a familiar figure around her.
Ah, found it!
It was really there.
Anne took out her phone from her pocket,
She began to send a text message: "I see you."
In the distance..,
The tall and thin black figure turned around,
He began to patrol around like she had just done. Then..,
He stopped in her direction.
Anne was about to wave when her phone rang.
She lowered her head,
She clicked on it,
There were only two words: "Come here."
Anne smiled,
She ran over with light footsteps.
When she ran outside the cordon, Shylock happened to walk over and stop in front of her. He was still wearing latex gloves.
"Wait for me here. We'll go back and have breakfast together in a while," he said very naturally, with obvious joy in his voice.
Well, it seemed that he was very satisfied with this case.
Although it seemed strange to discuss breakfast at the scene of the crime, Anne still smiled and nodded.
As long as he was happy.
Mr. Holmes, who had received an answer, had already gone back to face his body.
Anne didn't want to have nightmares at night, and she didn't want her breakfast to be ruined, so she looked away and tried not to look at the crime scene a few meters away.
Turning her head slightly, Anne noticed that a female police officer was standing a few steps away from her, looking at her thoughtfully.
Seeing that Anne had noticed her, the female officer stepped forward and said with a smile, "Hello, I'm Sally Donovan."
Oh, a familiar name.
Anne nodded politely. "Anne De Boer."
"Sorry, forgive my curiosity. Are you roommates with that 'freak' too?" Donovan asked.
Anne frowned. "No, we are friends."
Officer Donovan laughed in surprise and sarcasm. "Friend? How could someone like him have female friends? "
Although this tone was expected, Anne's face still darkened. "I'm sorry, Officer Donovan. I think your attitude towards my friend is not very polite."
Donovan looked at her seriously for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered something. "Ah, I remember now. You are the girl who was rescued at Chadsworth Manor." Understanding dawned on her face. "Although that 'freak' saved you, trust my advice and stay away from him."
Had Scotland Yard been at Chadsworth Manor that day? Because Shylock had been injured, Anne hadn't paid attention to anyone else at all. But since Donovan had said so, Scotland Yard must have been at the scene.
But that wasn't important. What bothered her was the other party's words and attitude.
Anne knew that apart from Inspector Lestrade, everyone else in Scotland Yard was very hostile to Shylock. But knowing in her heart was different from hearing it with her own ears.
Shylock had never cared about these people. He had even foreseen that in the near future, these people whom he had helped and even regarded him as a genius and hero would turn around and regard him as a murderer.
Anne still remembered that in the movie, Watson had asked him, "Do people often see you as a murderer?"
He jumped onto the chair and said casually, "Sooner or later."
…
Anne exhaled softly, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and stared straight at the female police officer in front of her.
"I know that Shylock's character is not easy to get along with. His genius IQ and abnormal rationality sometimes make him seem arrogant and ruthless. But there is no doubt that he is a righteous and noble person. No one can deny that!
"If someone who doesn't know Sherlock at all said something like that, it might be understandable. But Officer Donovan, I think you know better than I do how much help Sherlock has provided to Scotland Yard and how many people he has saved with his wisdom.
"Imagine what you would be able to do if you had the ability he did. But he chose to be a detective. You can treat this as his weirdness, his incomprehensible interests. Fine, he doesn't need your understanding. But I think you should give him the respect he deserves. This is also respect for yourself.
"So, I am very sorry for what you said just now. As a police officer of Scotland Yard, because you can't do your job, my Shylock is here to help. You should be ashamed of your rudeness just now, Officer Donovan! "
Anne finished speaking agitatedly in one breath, panting slightly. She had never argued with anyone before, so although her face was very serious, she didn't realize that her voice was still soft.
Donovan was stunned for a moment, but only caught the main point. "'Your Shylock'?" Her voice was full of surprise, and even her eyes widened in disbelief. "You are Shylock's girlfriend?!"
Uh … Did she just say "my Shylock"? …
She was too agitated to remember.
Anne didn't know how to answer Donovan's question.
Shylock had never said that she was his girlfriend, or explicitly said that he liked her. The two of them had never discussed this issue.
Although Anne was a little concerned, she had never thought of forcing him to say anything.
They were fine the way they were now. They were like friends, but also a little more than friends. She was willing to accommodate his rhythm and pace.
Not knowing how to answer, Anne simply pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
Donovan nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. You think of him as your hero."
Anne smiled gently. "I never needed him to be a hero. He is Shylock, and that is enough for me. "
…
While Anne was "arguing" with someone like a kitten with its claws out, Shylock had just finished examining the body. His slender fingers danced elegantly and quickly on his phone, searching for information related to the case.
Watson, who had walked away for a while, stood next to him again.
Shylock was immersed in working on his phone and glanced at his roommate and partner from the corner of his eye.
"You have something to say," he said in a certain tone.
Dr. Watson, who was seen through, wasn't surprised at all. He chuckled and said, "You know, you are really a lucky guy, Shylock."
It was a sentence that came out of nowhere.
Shylock finally diverted his gaze from the phone screen and looked at Watson. He paused on his face for two seconds, then looked at Anne, who was outside the police cordon, with a look of understanding. Officer Donovan was standing opposite her.
Mr. Holmes subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, and his gaze returned to the phone. "No matter what she said, it was obviously a stupid and meaningless conversation."
Listening to the indifferent and proud tone, Dr. Watson used a lot of effort to control his expression and not roll his eyes at his arrogant partner.
Inspector Lestrade, who had passed the evidence to Donovan, also walked over again.
When the inspector looked at him for the third time with an indescribable expression, Shylock finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"God!" Shylock, who was interrupted, shouted impatiently, "What is wrong with you! There is a delicious serial murder feast in front of you, but you only pay attention to the conversation of two boring women! It's unbelievable! "
Lestrade and Watson almost thought at the same time, "What right do you have to say that there is something wrong with someone who used" delicious "and" feast "to describe a murder case?
However, since the person involved mentioned it, Inspector Lestrade finally found the opportunity to ask the same question as Officer Donovan, "Oh, Shylock, that girl is your girlfriend?! You … You're in love?! "
Shylock answered indifferently and calmly, "As a healthy and normal adult, is it strange for me to be in love?"
"Healthy" aside, "normal"? Many people would probably raise doubts.
However, Inspector Lestrade was more concerned about another question.
"But, that girl … Is she an adult?"
The inspector looked at Shylock with a strange and questioning gaze.
Mr. Holmes's face darkened.
"Do I look like a pedophile?" His voice was so cold that it was frozen.
Dr. Watson couldn't control himself in the end, and laughed unkindly.
Shylock glanced at him coldly.
Watson quickly tried to salvage the situation, "Of course Anne is an adult. She's eighteen years old."
"Nineteen," Mr. Holmes added casually, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact, he was very calculative.
Lestrade laughed twice to ease the awkwardness, and thought of the conversation between Anne and Donovan just now.
"You're really a lucky guy," the inspector said the same thing as Watson sincerely.
Shylock didn't say anything this time.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lestrade simply skipped over him and asked for Watson's approval, "He's a lucky guy, isn't he?"
Watson nodded sincerely, and at the same time, he was happy for his friend, "Yes, you can't imagine how lucky he is." It was a luck that spanned two hundred years.
However, Mr. Holmes, who was sandwiched between the two, finally put away his phone, raised his chin proudly, and said, "I never rely on luck."
After saying that, he didn't look at the expressions of the two men and walked forward. There, a person was waiting for him.
When Annie heard his footsteps, she immediately turned to look at him.
His thin body, under the morning sun, was the most upright and capable lines.
Shylock stepped in front of her in a few steps.
The black windbreaker on him, the soft curly hair hanging in front of his forehead, and the fair and handsome face were all familiar to her. Why did her heart still beat faster when she saw it so many times?
The moment Shylock stopped, Anne was already standing obediently and facing him. She raised her head slightly and looked at him softly and quietly.
"Are you done?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes." Shylock nodded casually, and his voice sounded a little strange.
Anne thought that he was still thinking about the case and didn't pay much attention.
Shylock raised the cordon with his long arm and walked out.
"What do you want to eat for breakfast?" Anne asked him.
Shylock was putting on his leather gloves when he heard the question. He paused for a moment and then said, "Worsley's Restaurant on Wigmore Street."
Huh? Anne looked at him in confusion.
She really liked the exquisite food of this specialty restaurant on Wigmore Street. The only drawback was that this restaurant was too popular, and she had to wait in line for at least an hour every time she went. Didn't he hate waiting the most?
Also, she had specially gotten up early to line up to buy it for him once, and he had complained that it tasted bad.
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