Operation Red Book

"Oh, Sherlock! Why haven't you put your damn shirt on yet!"

Mrs. Hudson went up to the second floor of 221-B Baker Street with a bottle of red wine.

She was wearing a rose-red empire dress with lace trim, the hem of which dragged on the ground, forcing Mrs. Hudson to hold the hem of her dress carefully as she climbed the stairs.

"Joshua, where are you at? Oh my God!"

Mrs. Hudson put the red wine on the table beside her and criticized Joshua and Holmes in dissatisfaction.

Holmes was shirtless, shaving with foam in front of the bathroom mirror, his black hair was messy and he was humming an unknown tune. It was obvious that he did not take Mrs. Hudson's words to heart.

Joshua had put on his shirt, but his suit jacket was still draped over the back of a chair beside him, and his long black tie was dangling around his neck.

Joshua was holding up the brown socks in his hands with all his strength and was trying to put them on his feet with trembling hands. He lost his balance and fell on the red carpet.

"Put on your socks and suit pants! Oh no, your suits haven't been pressed yet!"

Joshua glanced at the suits of the two men on the back of the chair and scratched his flaxen curly hair in confusion.

"It's quite neat and not wrinkled." Joshua responded blankly.

"Okay, okay, put on your socks quickly, and let Sherlock give you some hairspray!"

Mrs. Hudson waved her hand and picked up Joshua and Holmes' suits and began to iron them. The room was filled with a burning smell.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson. It's still early. It's still light outside!"

Holmes had finished shaving and came out shirtless, putting on a white shirt.

He took off the black tie hanging around Joshua's neck, hung it around his own neck, and tied a square tie in two or three strokes.

He didn't button his shirt, and the hem of his tie brushed across his beautiful abdominal muscles, resting quietly in the grooves of his bulging pectoral muscles.

"What do you know? This is the Duchess's ball. All the nobles and dignitaries in London will be there. We are honored to attend. We cannot lose the etiquette that gentlemen and ladies should have, especially the issue of punctuality."

Mrs. Hudson quickly ironed Holmes' tuxedo suit and casually threw it to Holmes who was sitting on the sofa eating a sandwich.

"Button your shirt, Sherlock! And clean yourself up, James will be here soon!"

Holmes put down his sandwich, dusted off the crumbs, grabbed his suit and grumbled back, “James won’t come so early. He’ll be here at six in the afternoon.”

"Joshua, good boy, put on your suit. Oh my god, where's your tie? Sherlock, let me get one from your closet, just pick the brown one."

Mrs. Hudson finished ironing her clothes and hurried into Holmes's room. After a while, she took out a brown tie covered with black spots.

She pulled Joshua towards her and tied his tie with great skill. She couldn't stand his slow movements, so she slapped his hesitant hands away and cleaned Joshua from head to toe in less than a minute.

"Oh, my lovely little bird, please move away so I can see you... Well, it's very nice, and you look very tall and majestic, good boy."

Mrs. Hudson patted the fine dust on Joshua's shoulders with satisfaction and said cheerfully, "The brown tie goes well with your brown eyes and flaxen hair, but..."

Mrs. Hudson touched Joshua's flaxen curly hair and pulled up his thick curly bangs, revealing his full and shiny forehead.

Joshua raised his light brown eyebrows, and his big brown eyes hidden behind his thick-framed glasses blinked helplessly. The disappearance of his bangs made him look a lot more energetic.

"Sherlock!"

Mrs. Hudson grabbed Joshua's hair and shouted so loudly that Holmes was almost unable to put on his shiny leather shoes.

"Use your hairspray to style his hair, now!"

Mrs. Hudson then looked carefully at Joshua's face and the smart English suit he was wearing.

"One day I will definitely cut your messy hair and make you take off these ugly thick-framed glasses."

Mrs. Hudson gave a winning smile.

"One day you will come back to life in my hands, I swear!"