Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

I, James Moriarty, Napoleon of the London crime scene.

In my eyes, everyone is a stupid goldfish, except that group of people - Holmes.

The No.1 Holmes I know is Sherlock.He is very cute and naive, thinking that if he tells the truth, the group of stupid goldfish will believe it. In fact, this is impossible, because when he explained his reasoning, all the goldfish just laughed, and then So comforting:

"Boy, it's just an ordinary drowning, don't play detective games live, okay?"

Then spread him a thick orange-red blanket.

Oh, the ever-changing orange.

I hate this color.

"Oh, poorSherlock." A crazy smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I closed the black monitor screen.I was standing at the entrance of the swimming pool at this time, carrying a black plastic bag in my hand, which contained my 'trophy' of today - Karl's sneakers.

No way, who told Little Jim to hate being laughed at.

So, people who laugh at Little Jim...

All go to hell.

I covered my face and smiled silently.

"James Moriarty." Someone was calling my name, I turned my head and found it was a little girl, but I smelled a breath called 'crazy' on her body.

"Little cutie, what's the matter?" I was very patient and gentleman in the face of such a cute 'similar' girl. "Nice to meet you, Little Jim, what's your name?"

"Christina," she said, and I stared into her eyes, which also had the extremely rare form of heterochromia.Under the strong afternoon sun, her pupils were also unreasonably golden. "Christina Holmes."

Another Sherlock Holmes.

I smiled knowingly.But obviously, I am more interested in Christina, because her breath is more fascinating.

"The doll on your shoulder is so cute—what's her name?" I brought up a topic, and looked at the doll with brown-black hair and amber eyes with interest, which gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Jean (gold)[1]." Christina grabbed my hand, her face pressed against my chest, and I could see her golden brown curls. "Cappuccino," she called, and I saw the camera on the corner flickering and flickering.

"Who is he?"

"My AI." She replied, and then dragged me to a roadside coffee shop. I obeyed, but our hands were still tightly held together.

We sat down and she put her 'gold' on the other side of the sofa and ruffled her hair. "Have a cup of cappuccino, ten cubes of sugar." She said to a waiter standing beside her, and then looked at me, "What about you?"

"No sugar for black coffee," I said.

IMHO, I really can't understand her taste.

Ten pieces of sugar for cappuccino?

Which god man did this follow!

I learned later that she followed her eldest brother Mycroft Holmes, a young bald, slightly fat employee of the British government.

"I want to tell you about my brother Sherlock." Her expression was very solemn, like a little adult, and she looked surprisingly childish in my eyes. "Although he has the lowest IQ in the Sherlock Holmes family, he looks like a goldfish who doesn't like sweets in my eyes, but I'm very..."

"What?"

She shook her head.

"I don't know what it's like. It's what it is, and I want you to take care of him and keep him safe while he's having his little furry adventures." She pushed the coffee over to the doll, who shook her head.I'm not surprised by that because this is a Sherlock Holmes and anything is possible.

"Oh, cutie, I agree. So, what is your exchange?"

"Save your life."

"Little Jim was never afraid of death."

Her expression was a little strange, as if she was puzzled.

"But little Jim agrees to your request," I said, taking a sip of my black coffee.

"Thank you." She picked up Jin, bowed slightly, and walked out of the cafe. "Excuse me, cappuccino." She couldn't help but say something again, and looked back at me, I raised my eyebrows.The afternoon in the cafe is quiet and warm, and the dust floating in the air is illuminated by the sun.She just stood there, as if waiting for something.

Two minutes later, a black Bentley drove up and slowly stopped in front of her.A man in a three-piece suit and holding a black umbrella got out of the car and talked to her.

I saw her mouth clearly, and she said this:

"...Just relying on Sherring Ford's security? You treat cappuccino as coffee."

I thought about it more carefully, and found that there was something wrong with the doll named Jin.

Almond eyes, brown-black hair.

The name is Jean.

Gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Σ(?*?;)

Damn it!

Isn't this my female version!

This Sherlock Holmes is a little skinny, no, a little crazy.

The author has something to say:

[1] Kim Jean

James Moriarty female BJD doll.

There will be a variety of super-premier sex-transformed versions later~ Welcome to guess the names of super-professional sex-transformed dolls!

List the ones you guessed correctly or very close to:

Steve Steve - Stephanie Stephanie

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