[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

When John got home, he saw two seriously wounded people downstairs and one seriously wounded upstairs. It's really hard to say which side was more seriously injured.

"What's going on?" John asked in surprise.

"Mrs. Hudson was injured by these Americans." Sherlock replied, he was calling Lestrade and told him to clean up the mess, "A few Americans broke into my house... We are fine, he hurt himself, you Remember to call an ambulance ... ok, just a bit of a concussion and a few broken ribs."

Shelley helped Mrs. Hudson apply the medicine and said, "I can't do anything about the two downstairs. I hid downstairs. They wanted to hit me with their fists, so they broke several ribs."

John could only smile wryly, took over Mrs. Hudson, took her downstairs and continued to administer medicine, while Shelley freed up his hands to carry the two seriously injured downstairs for treatment.

It was already dark when Lestrade arrived, and it always gets dark very early in London in winter, and the lights had to be turned on before four o'clock.

"How many times did they fall down the stairs?" Lestrade asked.

Sherlock replied calmly: "Several times, I don't remember."

"Mrs. Hudson, you'd better go to your sister's house to recuperate for a few days." John said, "Sherlock, are they after your phone? Where is it?"

"I put it in a very safe place," Sherlock replied.

To everyone's surprise, although Mrs. Hudson was frightened by those Americans, she still kept Sherlock's women's mobile phone very cleverly: "You put it in your second best nightgown It's in your pocket, you idiot. When they thought I was crying, I managed to get it out." She smiled and took out the phone from the inside pocket of her dress and handed it to Sherlock, and everyone laughed.

Sherlock played with his mobile phone and put his arm around Mrs. Hudson's shoulder: "John, you are so stupid, how could Mrs. Hudson leave 221b, Britain is about to fall."

Irene Adler disappeared again after the New Year, and she rarely saw her text messages again, and Sherlock seemed to have forgotten her, but occasionally Shelley could still see him researching with that female mobile phone.The password needs to be tried, but the password on that mobile phone only has four chances, and Sherlock has already used it once.

This time he actually took the phone to the laboratory and scanned the inside of the phone with a scanner, hoping to find the key to cracking the password.

Molly, who used the same lab as him, was astonished: "Sherlock, is that your girlfriend's phone?"

Sherlock said in surprise: "Of course not, do you want to scan your girlfriend's phone?"

"Of course we all do stupid things, don't we?"

"Yes..." Sherlock jumped up, took out his mobile phone and entered the password, Shelley leaned over to see, he entered "221b", but the mobile phone prompts that the password is wrong, you can enter it twice.

She thought for a while and asked, "I guessed right last time, does she like you?"

Sherlock looked at her, looked at the phone again, and suddenly laughed: "This word game is good." He typed four more letters "sher" into the phone, this time the warning did not sound, and the phone lock was unlocked up.

Shelley also saw what the password was, and couldn't help but said sourly: "Everyone is sherlocked, so you don't respond? Oh, yes, just like what John said, you are a text message maniac, and you always send text messages from others." If you want to go back, you are the only one who doesn't go back to her, this is a special status, it seems that her heart has not been locked in vain."

Sherlock didn't answer her provocative words, nor did he open the woman's phone to read the messages inside. Instead, he took out his phone and sent two text messages, then picked up his coat and put it on: "It's time to go back."

Shelley just felt that he punched nothing, was depressed and ashamed, but couldn't express his anger, so he could only hold his breath in his heart, and walked out of Butts Hospital angrily.

When they returned to 221b, John greeted them with a strange expression on his face, Shelley poked his head out from behind Sherlock curiously to look in, and his face immediately pulled down. Ireneadler was wearing a leopard-print tight dress and was sitting on the sofa coquettishly. When she saw Shelley, she smiled and made a provocative expression: "Little girl, long time no see, miss me?"

Shelley ignored her, went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, took a chair by the window and sat down, reached out and took the half-read book from the table, ready to read a few more pages.

"Oh, why are you ignoring me." Ireneadler walked up to her, and sat on the edge of the table with a slanted body, her snow-white slender thighs swaying gently in front of her.

Shelley raised his head and looked at her lightly: "Shouldn't it be Sherlock you want to seduce? I'm not gay."

"It's okay, I'll do it." Ireneadler was not angry, but still smiled and said, "Little virgin, you haven't felt the beauty of sex yet. If you follow me, I will make you want to die."

Shelley was educated by his mother and grandfather. Although he grew up in England, he is actually a conservative Chinese in his bones.But she also knows that in the West twentysomethings are jokingly called a virgin, basically pointing your nose at you and saying you're unattractive.She sighed, put down the book, and looked at ireneadler: "I know you are in the special service industry. You have superb skills and rich experience. Whether I am a virgin or not, I can't compare with you."

Ireneadler was stunned: "Special service industry?"

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and explained to her kindly: "It means prostitute. Sometimes it is not convenient to say this word in China, so we use special service industry instead."

Irene Adler's face darkened suddenly.

"Angry? I think I'm just telling the truth." Shelley refused to let her go. "I heard you have a title called 'Queen of Sadism', and it's your favorite title. Your sadism is sexual Right? They pay you too? Since you take their money and provide them with sexual services, that's not a whore. What is a prostitute?"

"you……"

"So, please stay away from me and Sherlock in the future, I'm afraid of getting dirty."

"Uh," John hesitated, "You mean STDs?"

"Yes, John, you really deserve to be a doctor, you know a lot." Shelley praised him generously.He breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood became much more comfortable. Sure enough, he should have let it out if he was still angry. It should have been a long time ago to beat Sherlock to vent his anger. Today is really cheap for him.

The arrival of Mycroft saved Ireneadler, preventing the capillaries on her face from bursting due to too much anger: "Sherlock, why are you willing to hand over your phone today?" It's not as good as Lestrade's little finger.

Ireneadler ignored Shelley, she walked up to Sherlock in a panic: "That's my phone, I want to take it back."

Sherlock glanced at her: "I was entrusted by someone to get the phone. It's been a few months now, and it's time for me to hand over the things to them."

"You..." ireneadler paused for a moment, and suddenly smiled confidently, "It's useless for you to get the phone, as long as the password is wrong more than four times, it will automatically destroy the contents inside."

"You don't need to worry about this. I have already unlocked the combination lock. I only came here today for the sake of our acquaintance. Let me tell you, let mycroft add you to the witness protection plan and save you forever." Life."

"I just want my mobile phone." Ireneadler is not willing to participate in some kind of witness protection plan. He is anonymous. In the future, even the United Kingdom will not be able to take another step. Maybe he can only live in a place like the Middle East.

Sherlock didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and handed the phone directly to Mycroft: "Her safety is in your hands, and I've also solved the case... By the way, the reward, the reward given by the British First Family... The last time the bank The remuneration given to me is five figures, how can the remuneration given by the British First Family not be less than six figures?"

Mycroft's face immediately darkened, he took out a checkbook from his pocket and wrote a number, Sherlock took it over with a look of money fanatic, looked at it, counted again, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is it only ten thousand pounds, it's too stingy It's gone." He said, without returning the check, he handed it over to Shelley, and smiled at her, "You hold the financial power."

Shelley didn't look at him with a straight face: "I'm not a housekeeper."

"How could you be the housekeeper? You are Her Majesty the Queen." Sherlock said with a smile on his face, and said the word "My Lady Queen" in Chinese.

Shelley was stunned for a moment, and finally couldn't help laughing. He took the check and said, "If you are smart, I will give you two more pocket money every month from now on."

"Thank you, King."

"Call me Your Lady Queen, bastard."

"Yes, Your Majesty. No problem, Your Majesty."