You had a vague feeling that the house belonged to a detective. Even though you couldn't see him, you could still feel him surrounding you.

 

Or, were you the detective?

 

You, who loved to be quiet and gentlemanly, probably more in favor of a British style room with simple and tidy style and not overmuch grandiose decoration.

 

You would be in love with a place that was not rigid but full of life flavor and cinematic feeling but.

 

You would like a bed which was helpful to fall asleep as soon as you come in, also a soft sofa which you could sit on and continue your business work conveniently.

 

However, the room seemed to be broke in by a busy detective. The inadvertently scattered documents, the messy blanket on the sofa, the notes be place casually beside the bed...

 

Wait…Was it my carelessness, perhaps?

 

Anyway, you should take a bath to release your body and mind during the spare time. But after all, you didn't smoke a pipe like Sherlock Holmes, so the only way to get a smoky effect is to replace the water vapor around you in the bath.

 

Trance between, you seemed to be in the fog-capital London of the UK, the furnitures in the house, also decorated highlighted the lasting appeal that gave restoring ancient ways more.

 

Place a small table on the side, pour half a cup of red wine, tipsy and not drunk, hazy also is a kind of enjoyment.

 

After the shower, you slip into your cozy pajamas and get ready to cook while still thinking about the day's business. Then you get so caught up in your thoughts that you forget to crack your eggs and put them in the pan.

 

There was no point in getting angry at that time. Sleeping time was coming, and all the trifles would be put off to tomorrow.

 

But when you returned home the next day, Mr. Detective was disappeared already...

 

Papers were neatly laid out, blankets were folded, and even water stains on the floor had been wiped away.

 

Only the white rose on the desk, was left purposely, as evidence of “crappy”.