The dragon clan cultivated a Chu Mensao

I love Baker Street, London. : Are you going to Cape Town?

I love Beijing Tian. Anmen: Well, the inspection mission of the school.

I love Baker Street, London: speak Afrikaans?

I love Beijing Tian. Anmen: I can speak English.

I love Baker Street London: oh dear! !Have you decided to come to Cape Town to challenge your poor English?

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Chu Zihang has already felt the malice emanating from the word Dear. At the moment, he is sitting on a special plane in Kassel to go to South Africa to perform a mission. He doesn't mind working on Christmas, but he put down the unfinished book, Desserts that 'Daddy' promised to bring back, basketball time at school, and Big Winter's trip to Cape Town in the summer to catch prisoners.

His first college winter break...

'Absolutely kill it. Chu Zihang, who killed the embryo, held the newly remodeled Cunyu in the equipment department, his face expressionless, and his golden pupils shone even darker, which shocked the students who were going back to Cape Town on the way. Chu Zihang glanced at the two nests. A small animal in a corner to reduce the sense of presence.

Another message came from the phone.

I love Baker Street, London: Do you want me to pick you up dear!

I love Beijing Tian. Anmen: Are you in Cape Town?

I love Baker Street, London: work is just in the way.

Chu Zihang struggled with his spoken English for a few seconds.Although Chu Zihang, who doesn't like to talk, speaks English very well, he doesn't think his spoken English is much better than Lu Mingfei's.

I love Beijing Tian. Anmen: Well, thank you Jim.

Jim is the commenter that Chu Zihang found when he accidentally posted the English paper on the Internet and quickly deleted it. Jim pointed out the mistakes to him in extremely authentic English, and then the two got to know each other. Of course, this reason also includes two A very similar Twitter name.With Jim Chu Zihang, there will be a person who can communicate in spoken English, although he once felt that the other party’s cheerful and sweet tone would make his own spoken language very strange, especially the strange aria, just like the medieval drama.

If you, Chu Zihang, why didn’t he practice oral English with Lancelot, Chu Zihang can only say that Lancelot’s French English is like cooking British dark cuisine with French cooking methods, then mix it together The taste is simply...

I love Baker Street, London: which flight?What time is it?where?

I love Beijing Tiananmen: One o'clock in the morning, Cape Town Airport.

I love Baker Street, London: Hey dear, there are no flights at that time, are you going to sneak over here?

I love Beijing Tian. Anmen: private flight.

I love Baker Street London: oh.

Chu Zihang seldom socializes on the Internet. He is just one of his few netizens. However, maybe he should not agree to this netizen. If something happens, it will be troublesome to cover it up...

Holding the suitcase in one hand and carrying the knife bag in the other, several classmates with him have already fled away, only Chu Zihang got off the plane slowly, the airport is empty except for the security guard, where is Jim?

Walking outside the airport, Cape Town is at one o'clock in the morning, the sky is very cloudy, and there is no car on the road. The moment I stepped out of the airport, a strange feeling came, like entering the Nibelungen illusion Chu Zihang walked around vigilantly, feeling the same as his own, feeling strange to this world.

I saw a car parked on the side of the road at some unknown time, and the headlights of the car suddenly turned on. Chu Zihang squinted his eyes and held the knife bag tightly. Inside was his village rain. Just as he was about to swing his knife and jump up, a person got out of the car.

"Hey! Chu?" The car lights went out, and a black-haired man in a suit came down. He was not very tall, but he gave off an aura that could not be ignored.

"Jim?" Chu Zihang and Jim haven't seen each other's photos, but it feels right... right.

"Where did you appear from? I didn't even see you, it was so sudden!" Well, that's right, it was him, with this strange tone.

"I didn't notice you either." Chu Zihang let go of the knife bag and looked at the other party. That's right, this car seemed to appear out of nowhere. Ever since he stepped out of the airport... Chu Zihang looked back at the airport gate.

"Have you chosen the hotel yet? If not, I'll take you to my home in Cape Town." Jim smiled and made a gesture of invitation. Chu Zihang looked at the car and put the luggage in the trunk.

Sitting in the back seat, Chu Zihang hugged the knife bag and glanced at the driver through the rearview mirror, blonde?Another golden retriever, Chu Zihang was even more confused when the driver gave a casual but warning look from the rearview mirror. He seemed to have met some incredible netizen?

Along the way, apart from chatting a few words with Chu Zihang, Jim was texting and expressing his excitement!

"To be honest, I thought you would be older, Chu." Jim stuffed his phone into his pocket, then took out a candy cane from his own pocket, broke it in half and gave it to Chu Zihang, "Here you are." Strawberry flavored."

"Well, I thought you would be younger." Chu Zihang glanced at the smiling Jim, and put the candy in his mouth. He was not afraid of being drugged. There should be no mixed race who would be knocked down by the drug that poisons ordinary people. , and... Not every man can speak so sweetly.

"Well, winter vacation homework." Probably, "Thank you for picking me up."

"It's okay, um, I thought you were here to see LinkinPark's global tour, and it will be in South Africa in two days!" Jim danced with excitement.

He did come here voluntarily to pick up this netizen. Let’s take a look at this little friend he made casually. This netizen who was curious and wanted to check the other party’s information, but found nothing useful after using the entire network. There will be people in this world. Someone he can't find! ?

A private jet—a flight he'd never seen before.

Extremely vigilant - comparable to a trained killer.

Holding a weapon - From the shape of the bag it can be deduced that it is a long knife.

University thesis - English is good, spoken English is poor, and he is a quiet leader.

He can analyze every piece of information, but he can't understand it together! ?Can it be any weirder?A killer who goes to college, stop kidding, which killer uses a...knife?

But after seeing Chu Zihang's LouisVuitton suitcase and MaxMara's windbreaker, do those who have the money to buy such things still need to kill to make money?Why are you still wearing contact lenses?Moriarty, who had been a criminal consultant for many years, was at a loss.

Chu Zihang hoped to go back as soon as he finished his work, maybe he could catch up with the winter vacation and go home. Through the car window, he found that there seemed to be too many patrolling policemen on the side of the road.

"Cape Town has been in chaos recently, and you came at a really bad time." Moriarty shrugged. He was happy to make fun of the police around the world, although he was not looking for this guy who was killing people everywhere in Cape Town. "But obviously the police in Cape Town aren't as good as the guys at Scotland Yard. They at least know how to get a good detective to help."

Of course Moriarty noticed, his little netizen... cares a lot about this...

"Yeah." Chu Zihang stared out of the window, he just came at this time... Wait?Scotland Yard, the big detective?Chu Zihang looked back at him suspiciously.

"Hey, do you know the great detective of Scotland Yard?" Moriarty showed a full smile. It turns out that the great detective's reputation is well-known all over the world.

"London, detective?" Chu Zihang was confused for a moment, "Holmes?"

"Sherlock Holmes!" Moriarty said with a smile.

"Sherlock? So... Watson, and... Mo, Moriarty?"

"Honey, you know... Moriarty." Moriarty's eyes were filled with interesting inquiry for a moment, and he actually knew to consult the criminal Moriarty.

Chu Zihang was a little confused, what's going on?

When the other party took him to a two-story villa in the bustling city center, Chu Zihang watched his netizen Jim get out of the car, turned around and opened his arms exaggeratedly towards him, arrogantly like a king waiting for an envoy, and then The other party smiled and spoke.

"I am Moriarty~~Welcome to my home!"

'... what the fuck! ? '

The author has something to say:

This is the brain hole of the author, and I decided to write it out to see, about Chu Zihang’s various tasks in his freshman year... Yes, the author just forgot to post w(?Д?)w when Chu Zihang was a freshman. If everyone Interested, the author will continue to brainstorm~~~~