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Listening to the footsteps of Officer Restrade gradually faded away, Sherlock Holmes stood there and looked out the window, as if thinking about something, his handsome cheeks were stained with a layer of frost, clearly saying "Don't enter a strange person", but his ears were carefully distinguishing the footsteps of Restrade downstairs. When the footsteps disappeared on the first floor, a gorgeous smile suddenly appeared on his face, as bright as the sunlight at 10 o'clock in the morning. He couldn't help but jump high in excitement, "Great! Just right!" He turned around the room with joy, without any concealment of the joy between his eyebrows, and was blooming like fireworks. "Serial suicides, plus a last word, today is completely Christmas! Mrs. Hudson, I'm going to come back later, and I may need to prepare some food."

Sherlock Holmes picked up the coat he had just taken off, and while wearing it, he was excitedly paced the room, round after round, just like the elegant dance steps of waltz, who wanted to use this method to relieve his inner turmoil.

"I am your landlord, my dear, not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson complained, but walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Sherlock Holmes hurriedly put his coat on his body, picked up the scarf, "It's okay to have cold things," and then walked straight to the door, "John, have a cup of tea and treat this as your own home." The last sentence "Don't wait for me" came with the sound of the door panel closing.

Sherlock Holmes' excitement made John Watson a little disappointed. He was a cripple, he had mental illness, and he had insomnia at night. Compared to Sherlock Holmes's spirit, John Watson only felt that his life was like a pool of stagnant water without any turmoil. This made him a little depressed and even angry. The joy and happiness of arriving at this strange apartment just now were destroyed in an instant.

"Look at him, I jumped up and down," Mrs. Hudson felt incredible, and looked at John Watson with a sigh. "The same is true for my husband. But I can see that you are a calm type. I will pour you a cup of tea and you don't touch your legs." Mrs. Hudson said friendly.

"Damn it! My legs!" John Watson exploded without warning, like a tiger stomped on his feet. He roared angrily, which immediately scared Mrs. Hudson and shivered at a loss. John Watson also realized that the roar of thunder on the flat ground was not too polite, and apologized words followed. "Sorry. I'm sorry... you know, this damn..." John Watson knocked his right leg with a crutch.

Mrs. Hudson walked to the sand and looked at John Watson's stiff legs, "I understand, my dear, my hip bones are not good either." It can be seen that after Sherlock Holmes's training, Mrs. Hudson's nerves were already very tough.

John Watson still grabbed the newspaper that Mrs. Hudson had just put down with some irritation. "A cup of tea is fine, my dear. Thank you."

"Only this time, my dear, I am not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson walked into the kitchen calmly.

"Two more cookies, if there are any." John Watson even started ordering.

"I'm not a housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson emphasized again, but her actions of preparing for refreshments were already busy.

John Watson opened the newspaper in his hand, and the front page headlines were printed with an enlarged photo of a victim, occupying almost half of the page. On the one hand, there was also a photo of Officer Restrade, the case responsible. If you read it correctly, this was the officer who just came to Sherlock Holmes for help.

At this moment, "You are a doctor." The sudden low voice almost shocked John Watson. As soon as he looked up, he saw Sherlock Holmes standing at the door of the room calmly put on a pair of leather gloves. John Watson's expression was a little embarrassed. He noticed that the out-of-control voice had been heard, but Sherlock Holmes seemed to have not noticed it, and continued in a statement tone, "And it's a military doctor."

"Yes." John Watson stood up directly with a cane. He stood straight and straight, showing his military style.

"How about medical skills?" Sherlock Holmes was very single-minded.

"Excellent!" John Watson's tone was very certain, and he could even hear his proud voice.

"Have you seen a lot of casualties, violent deaths?"

"Yes."

"I dare say it's not good." Sherlock Holmes walked to John Watson, and said in a calm voice with a slight oppression and seduction.

John Watson was stunned, but he still looked at Sherlock Holmes without retreating, "Of course, I have seen enough in this life, and I will be enough in the next life."

"Do you want to see more?" As soon as Sherlock Holmes's words came out, John Watson blurted out, "Oh, God, I think so much!"

Sherlock Holmes was not surprised at all by such an answer. He turned around and left almost as John Watson spoke. John Watson's voice was still floating in the air and followed him up. The long-lost passion made John Watson look a little impatient.

"Sorry, Mrs. Hudson, we're not going to drink tea anymore, we're going out." Sherlock Holmes said loudly as she walked down the stairs, "Both of them left?" Mrs. Hudson's voice came over, which made Sherlock Holmes stop, "Unormal suicide? Four series? Why are you sitting at home? Finally, I found fun." Sherlock Holmes walked towards Mrs. Hudson who was preparing for refreshments and kissed her cheek.

"Look, I'm happy! Pay attention to your image!" Mrs. Hudson said with a smile.

Sherlock Holmes raised his eyebrows, "Who cares about that!" He strode out, the most dazzling light on his face, "Good show, Mrs. Hudson, it's the beginning!"

"Card!" Paul McQuigan's voice sounded. He could hardly hide the excitement in his voice. The whole scene was filmed without any obstacles just now, and it could almost be said to be done in one go. Whether it was the camera movement, the technical conditions such as light, the actor's performance, and the statement of the lines, these subjective factors were impeccable. Without any obstacles, the first important scene after the filming was completed.

However, what really excited Paul McQigan was that he could clearly feel the charm from Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes, played by Evan Bell, has not shown any talent for solving cases yet, but his temperament full of wisdom and concentration has a special attraction, which makes people involuntarily start to look forward to what Sherlock Holmes will do next. Of course, as we all know, Sherlock Holmes is a master of case solving, so will he have any amazing performance when solving cases in London in the 21st century?

This is the greatest charm that Evan Bell gave Sherlock Holmes, which makes people immerse themselves in it and are vaguely pulled into the story. Paul McQuigan expressed his sincere sigh. When he heard that Steven Moffat and Mark Gattis invited Evan Bell to play the role of "Detective Sherlock" for 900,000 pounds a season, he also expressed doubts. Obviously, it seems that it is definitely worth the money.

British dramas are not as good as American dramas. There are many people in the top distant episodes of American dramas who pay over one million dollars in one episode, and countless first-line actors who pay over three hundred thousand dollars in one episode, and there are many pays over five million dollars in one season. However, in the field of British TV dramas, those who pay over seven hundred thousand pounds in one season can be regarded as an absolutely high salary, and only a few actors can get it. Even if Evan Bell's 900,000 pounds in one season is unique, it is a top presence.

But now it seems that Evan Bell has the ability to get such a high pay.

Putting aside these off-topics, Paul McQuigan was obviously very satisfied with Evan Bell's performance. He had no objection, but whether to shoot in this style will depend on the two producers.

Steven Moffat noticed the look of Paul McQuigan looking at him and couldn't help laughing, "Don't look at me like this, it seems like I'm ruining all this."

Facing the teasing, Paul McQuigan couldn't help laughing, "Steven, what do you think?"

"Very good, uh, or I should say it's great, for granted!" Steven Moffat didn't get up any more attentive and gave a positive answer with a smile, "Man, you're right. After watching the whole show, it's really convincing. It's hard for me to distinguish you from Sherlock Holmes." The following sentence was said at Evan Bell, and it was obvious that he praised Evan Bell's performance.

Mark Gatis stood beside him with a satisfied smile, "Man, can you tell me what you are thinking in your head? All this is really wonderful." At this moment, no one will portray Jeremy Brett's version of Sherlock Holmes in his mind, and the image of the Great Detective is being replaced by Evan Bell bit by bit.

The role of Sherlock Holmes, played by Evan Bell, is not about any earth-shaking changes in the general direction, but about the very trivial aspects of expression, movements, tone, and eyes. Evan Bell quietly outlined a "Sherlock Holmes of the 21st century", as if this is what Sherlock Holmes should live in modern time and space. Everything is so natural, leaving a deep mark of Evan Bell.

Faced with Mark Gatis's praise, Evan Bell pointed to his head, "thinking about 'scientific research'."

Please give me a monthly ticket! (To be continued.)
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