Malfoy's voice came from inside.

Sherlock took a deep breath and walked towards the inside. The wooden door behind him was also closed, and the hall suddenly became dull and quiet. Only when there was no fireplace, there was a faint crackling sound of burning.

On a brown and yellow soft leather sofa in the inner room, Malfoy was still wearing a black tuxedo, sitting upright, holding a newspaper in his hand reading.

He waved his hand to signal, looked at the pointed-eared black cat behind Sherlock, and frowned:

"When did you keep a pet?"

"Mrs. Madson adopted it, it was very small and loved to follow me, so it brought it. You won't mind, do you?"

Sherlock took off his round hat, nodded and sat on the sofa opposite.

Malfoy did not comment, and after moving his eyes away, he stared at Sherlock again and said slowly:

"You should know why I came to you! How are you thinking?"

Sherlock hesitated a little and replied in a negotiated tone:

"I think moving is too urgent. Should I consider it? After all, that apartment..."

Malfoy suddenly reached out and interrupted Sherlock's words.

He stared at Sherlock with suspicious eyes:

"Who cares about the apartment? What are you thinking about joining the Solomon Society?"

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat.

He really didn't know that there was such a thing.

At the same time, he heard Booke's spiritual intercourse again in his ears:
Chapter completed!