Sherlock remained motionless as he stood at the door like a statue.
There was nothing strange inside the door. It was just a relatively clean rental apartment. The setting sun shone in through the window, making the room seem even warmer than usual.
It was an ordinary scene.
The intermediary could not understand what was going on with the customer beside him. him. He could not imagine how much of a shock this scene had given Sherlock!
Sherlock did not expect that the most shocking moment in his 30 years of life would be presented to him in such a way.
He forcefully suppressed the trembling of his body and walked into the room. His gaze landed on the window opposite the door. Through the glass, he could see most of Baker Street.
Then, he turned his head slightly and swept his gaze across the familiar carpet, the familiar tea table, the unadorned walls, and the spiderwebs in the corners of the ceiling…
Baker Street—221—B.
