Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

the next day.

How did the two of them wake up and freshen up? They didn’t need water, so they fast-forwarded to Fang Manxiti’s Lamborghini. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a British driver’s license, so Kong Que drove for two hours and took Fang Man to Baker Street.

Kong Que didn't expect that although Fang Man couldn't solve any problems in the secret room, he was actually a loyal fan of Sherlock Holmes. One of the original intentions of filming "The Dog-headed Detective" was to be able to mention Sherlock Holmes in the movie. Pay homage to your idol in spirit.

It was raining lightly, Fang Man and Kong Que each held an umbrella and lined up at the entrance of the museum. Kong Que was wearing a black plaid casual suit and standing under the black umbrella gracefully, like an orthodox aristocratic gentleman, while Fang Man was a bit like His bodyguards, wearing sunglasses and a black mask, stood beside Kong Que. Only the deer hunting cap of the same style as the curly blessing on his head showed his identity as a tourist.

Fang Man lowered his voice and said, "They are all looking at you."

Kong Que hummed, obviously he was used to it, there were dozens of people in front of him, he pushed his glasses and lowered his hair to inform.

Fang Man stretched out his hand to cover the screen, and said, "Queer, don't look at your phone when you come out to play, talk to me."

Kong Que smiled and said, "Wait a minute, my contact person has booked this museum for a short time."

Fang Man hurriedly said: "Don't. There are few people today. When you go out for a trip, you just queue up for two hours and have fun for three minutes. Are you in a hurry?"

Kong Que pushed his glasses, "I just don't like to wait."

Fang Man smiled and said, "Have you ever been in line?"

Kong Que: "...No."

Fang Man put his arms around Kong Que's shoulders and said, "Teacher Fang told you a little trick about queuing. You won't get tired relying on me."

Kong Que: "..."

Kong Que didn't feel tired, but Fang Man felt his legs ache after standing for a while, so he got under his umbrella, hung limply on his back, and waved to the little girl who was peeking at Kong Que.

Kong Que didn't like to flirt with people in public, so he had to prop up his umbrella, and said with a smile, "Fang Man, how many pounds are you?"

Fang Man said, "No matter how thin I am, I will lose my flesh. Where do you bury your head at night?"

"You can train your pecs."

Fang Man: "... next time for sure."

Kong Que: "There will be no next time."

Fortunately, before Kong Que made a fitness plan for him, it was finally their turn to go in.

A group of 15 people entered one by one. As soon as they entered the door, there was a narrow staircase. Fang Man walked in front of him, pulling him up 17 steps, step by step, like going on a pilgrimage.Kong Que really couldn't understand why he was so excited.

On the second floor, the staff dressed in Victorian maid outfits came to explain Sherlock's life. When it was said that Sherlock often played the violin to sort out the case ideas, Fang Man came over and said: "Inspired by Mr. Sherlock, I also I have learned the violin. I learned Liang Zhu in half a year, but my neck is crooked, so I haven't practiced it."

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man took out a big pipe from his pocket and patted Kong Que, "Queer, take a photo for me."

Fang Man turned sideways, holding Holmes' big pipe in his hand, wearing a deer cap, and stood beside Holmes' desk, posing with his chin in a thinking pose.

Kong Que carefully took pictures of him, trying to capture all the details.

Fang Man leaned over to take a look, and found that Kong Que had made a bloody, hyper-realistic close-up of his profile.

Fang Man: "...Why did you make me look so ugly?"

Kong Que looked at the photo, then at Fang Man, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't that what you look like?"

Fang Man: "... I am so ugly in your heart?"

Kong Que was silent, Fang Man turned around in circles, forgot the ugly photo taken by Kong Que, and followed the team upstairs.

There is a wax figure on the fourth floor. Fang Man took a special photo of Moriarty, pointed at the professor's bald forehead, and said to Kong Que, "Look, smart people are prone to baldness. Queer, you are in danger."

Kong Que smiled and said, "I have a lot of hair."

Fang Man said: "That's because you're still young, are you 22 or 23 this year? My hair stands at thirty, and you are probably bald at thirty."

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man thought about Kong Que's appearance of "coming bald as expected" in his mind, and laughed aloud. He went to the attic to watch Sherlock's toilet, and came down contentedly.

If the following itinerary is described from Fang Man's perspective, there will be many interesting things to tell.

But for Kong Que, most things in this world are processes, and he can’t get happiness from these things. He watches everything around him like watching TV, watching Fang Manbuy Sherlock Holmes’s peripherals, and going to the theater to watch Les Miserables dramas , it was evening in a flash, the two returned to the car and drove to find a restaurant for dinner.

Fang Man said: "What do you want to eat? Let's kiss in the car first, and we will eat the same thing later, and you will be able to taste it."

Kong Que said, "I want the car to shake."

Fang Man was shocked: "What, what shock? Are you kidding me?"

Kong Que turned the car into a secluded neighborhood: "I said, I want the car to shake."

Fang Man firmly grasped the waistband of his trousers, and his Adam's apple moved, "Seeing that you are out of your mind today, you won't think about it for a day, will you?"

Kong Que nodded, parked the car at the corner of the street, and said quite frankly, "I want it. Can you do it today?"

Fang Man suddenly remembered Wei Lai's evaluation of Kong Que as a once-in-a-lifetime beauty attack, his fat body was startled, and he said, "Queer, are you 1 or 0?"

Kong Que: "0."

Fang Man said: "...Why don't you be 1, I don't want to move."

Kong Que smiled and said, "I'm sorry, it might be a genetic defect, I can't tell."

"That's right...you told me last time, I thought you were joking." Fang Man nervously blasted wind at the small air conditioner, "I refuse. I can't use it here either."

"I've calculated it, it's ok." Kong Que took out his phone, turned out an indescribable picture, and said, "I want to eat this."

That picture looks like this: Bu or2z.

Fang Man: "..." If you don't go in, just bite, it is indeed operable.

Kong Que took off his suit jacket, crawled over with his upper body, rubbed his chin against Fang Man's thigh, raised his eyes to look at Fang Man, and said hoarsely, "I'm hungry."

Fang Man pinched the back of Kong Que's snow-white neck, lowered his eyes and asked, "Kong Que, why me? Do you know what this means?"

Kong Que thought for a while, and said, "I think it means it's comfortable, and you won't be in pain."

Fang Man said: "However, this is something you can only do with someone you like. Even if you are comfortable, you can't just be comfortable with someone casually."

"Do you like me?"

Kong Que pushed his glasses, and through the bright lenses, Fang Man saw his pure beast-like eyes.

Fang Man asked, "What about you? Do you like me?"

Kong Que didn't know what liking was, and only planned to use his most usual method to solve the problem: "I can give you money."

Money, money, if it was just for money, he would have run away long ago!

"Hehe!" A fire was burning in Fang Man's heart. He pinched the back of Kong Que's neck and lifted him up, and asked, "Spending money everywhere to suck people's dicks? Quer, how much are you going to pay me, eh?" ? How many more people have you smoked?"

Kong Que: "How much do you want?"

Fang Man said angrily: "I don't even want a dime! Kong Que, what I want is your most basic respect and love for me!"

Kong Que: "..."

After Fang Man yelled, he heard a loud noise from the roof of the car, as if something had fallen, Fang Man was startled, staring at the black figure on the windshield that kept vomiting blood, "Cat... cat? The cat came from the building fell off?"

Kong Que watched helplessly as Fang Man, who was not very strong, was completely frightened.

"Ah."

Kong Que was so angry that he laughed out loud, his blood was soaring, he opened the car door and looked out, and a black shadow flashed past the balcony on the third floor of the residential building upstairs.

Fang Man pulled up his pants chain, and when he got out of the car, he saw Kong Que climbing up the stairs vertically along the water pipe. In a few seconds, he climbed to the height of the fourth floor. A scream was heard from above.

Fang Man was violently attacked by the cat and Kong Que again and again. He covered his heart and looked at the cat that fell on the hood of the car.

It was a black cat, still barking, vomiting blood while barking.

Fang Man endured the nausea at the sight of blood, raised his head and roared, "Kong Que?!"

Kong Que leaned out from the balcony on the third floor: "Come up."

Fang Man: "..." That's outrageous!