When Sherlock woke up as usual, put on his pajamas and went downstairs to have breakfast.
But I saw two familiar and unfamiliar figures at the dining table.
"Aiwass?"
Sherlock stopped walking downstairs and murmured.
Aiwass, who was supposed to be sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed over by Lily, was now sitting safely on a stool. He seemed to have completely recovered.
And Lily did not stand behind Aiwass, but sat beside him.
After not seeing each other for a week, Sherlock was keenly aware that the tacit understanding between master and servant seemed to have deepened.
"You look much better, Sherlock."
Hearing the voice, Aiwass turned around and said hello with a smile: "It seems that you have adapted to your life at Mr. Bishop's place."
It's still early, but Sherlock doesn't look sleepy. His biological clock must have adjusted better.
It is also possible that his hypoglycemia has been treated - his previously almost sunken cheeks have been significantly filled in, and some of his dry hair has become shiny. Considering this, perhaps his previous hypoglycemia was purely due to
It was caused by his unhealthy lifestyle.
"really."
Sherlock nodded instead.
He rested his body on the handrail of the stairs and raised the corners of his mouth: "I was really a little uncomfortable at first, because I was usually dragged by Mr. Kent to handle some troublesome cases. Suddenly I felt free, and I felt uncomfortable all over.
"But once I get used to it, I can slowly calm down and read books and do research. Thanks to Mrs. Mina, I am often too lazy to eat when I live alone, but she always reminds me in time. In addition, I have gradually become more leisurely.
, and there is not so much work rushing me away... Being able to eat three meals a day normally and have a regular schedule, I feel that my body has improved a lot."
Mr. Hermes is very optimistic about his body.
Aiwass leaned back in his chair: "I think it would be the same if you lived in your own home."
"No, no, no, that won't work."
Sherlock suddenly frowned: "It's not that I hate them - how should I put it, my family actually prefers silence."
Sherlock said as he quickly walked down the stairs.
He sat next to Aiwass, and then continued: "Do you know Mycroft's 'Barrel' Club?"
"Brother?" Aiwass asked.
"Yes," Sherlock nodded, "Unless something happens, he stays there at a fixed time every afternoon. I think it is the weirdest club on Glass Island, and there are some weirdos in it.
"You also know that Avalonians like to socialize in various clubs. Joining different clubs is often a way for them to meet new friends and new circles. But not everyone likes to socialize, and there are always some who are lonely.
People who are unsociable or simply unsociable. Although they are withdrawn, it does not mean that they have to stay in the shadows.
"The Barrel Club is run by Mycroft. You should have met him, right?"
Having said this, Sherlock asked.
Aiwass nodded and recalled the man at Sherlock's funeral who was at least three times fatter than Sherlock, but had a gentle temperament and a smart mind: "Well, he is indeed a very smart man."
"The rules of the Barrel Club are that no one is allowed to talk to each other, nor are they allowed to open their mouths to talk. The club is large, all facilities are very comfortable, and the lighting is good.
"Members can sit in the room they want, drink tea, read, write, draw, and read newspapers. The club can provide free tea and the latest journals, both for entertainment and academic purposes. You can also find someone to play chess.
But the rules are still the same - no talking, no weird behavior, no making too much noise, no attracting other people's attention."
…Isn’t that the study room?
Aiwass suddenly became interested: "I think it's pretty good."
"As far as the atmosphere is concerned, I think it's actually quite good. It's just that there are all the weirdos from the Glass Island gathered there, for example..."
Having said this, Sherlock paused slightly: "After my investigation, the sculptor Lars Graham also often appears there."
This is a code that only the two of them can understand.
——This is the name of "Bone Sculpture".
"But I haven't joined the barrel club because I can't really stay quiet for a long time... When my train of thought stops, or when I'm too bored, my heart easily becomes restless. At that time, I
I would box, practice marksmanship and swordsmanship, or play the violin to stimulate my brain, which was about to fall asleep.
"The result is that whenever I am at home, my family will dislike me like a child. And there are many rules in the family, and only Mycroft can always please them. It is best for me to go back occasionally, which can both
I can feel the warmth of my family, and it won’t be too annoying. After a day or two, I will go back to my own place - if nothing else, business won’t come to me if I stay at home.”
Sherlock explained.
"Ah, I understand."
Aiwass nodded and understood.
It's like a child who works or studies away from home. In the first few days, he just asks for help. After a week, he starts to be disliked by others and scolded back and forth.
Especially a weirdo like Sherlock who has a chaotic schedule, doesn't like to eat, seclusion for a day or two from time to time, and often makes noises at strange times... His treatment in his own home is definitely not as good as that of the mature, stable, and worldly Michael Lowe.
It belongs to Mr. Foote. It’s no wonder he moved out on his own, at least he won’t be scolded.
But the relationship between Shylock and Mr. Bishop is not that close. He is half a stranger and half a savior. He can't let go here and has to be polite. So when Mrs. Mina calls him to eat, he has to be honest.
We finally came down to eat. As a result, after a week passed, Sherlock's biological clock suddenly adjusted back.
Aiwass was astonished, this is probably one thing destroying another thing.
"How about you just live here forever?"
Mrs. Mina took breakfast for four people and distributed it on the table.
She smiled at Sherlock and said, "You have to find a new house anyway, right?"
Hearing this, Sherlock was a little hesitant and a little reserved: "But... wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?"
"Then you can pay the rent."
Mrs. Mina smiled: "I can't worry about you living alone."
She and Mathers have never had children. Over the past few days, she has gradually realized that Sherlock is indeed a good boy. But his living habits are really worrying... Mina can almost confirm that if
If you let Sherlock rent a house, he might be back to his previous state within a month.
She had finally managed to restore Sherlock's body, and she didn't want to let it all go to waste.
"Anyway, Mathers and I don't have children, so it wouldn't be good to have more than half of the rooms in such a big house empty. Originally, no one lives on the second floor, so it wouldn't be a problem to cook for one more person. But it's just too much.
A matter of a pair of knives and forks.”
"...Then I'll ask Bishop Mathers later."
Sherlock was obviously a little moved: "But, if someone visits me, I will also cause trouble for you, right?"
"It's okay, I can have the final say on this kind of thing. You can still attract business to my store by staying here."
Mina smiled: "You can reach the living room on the second floor from the stairs of my fortune-telling shop. Why don't you change the living room on the second floor into your office?"
Now that Mrs. Mina has talked about this, Sherlock is embarrassed to mention moving out.
"Thank you very much for taking me in, Mrs. Mina."
Sherlock said seriously: "I don't have any money with me now. I will bring the rent later."
"Looks like I witnessed a good thing."
Aiwass smiled.
In this way, I will have an excuse to come over often to visit.
"By the way, where is today's newspaper?"
Sherlock asked softly: "I want to read some newspapers while eating."
During this period of time when he was unable to contact others, his knowledge of Avalon relied entirely on various newspapers.
"Here, be careful not to get dirty."
Aiwass handed over the "Glass Steps Newspaper" he was reading before: "Or do you want another newspaper?"
"This will do."
Sherlock glanced at it and said casually: "You've made the headlines again... huh?"
He took a closer look and saw clearly the content of the headline.
"The young hero Aiwass Moriarty, who received the Badge of the Holy Sword, was kidnapped by devil worshipers at school and is now missing!"
Sherlock looked at the newspaper, then looked up at Aiwass who handed the newspaper to him.
"...has disappeared now?" Sherlock repeated uncertainly.
