[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

Vincent Knightley Woodridge frowned slightly. He ignored the knock on the door and was not about to leave. He just went to William, looked at William without blinking, and said in a flat tone , "I need your help."

"what?"

William looked suspiciously at Vincent Nightley Woodridge's bright smile on his face. His long blond hair was hanging by his ears and curled slightly. His sea-blue eyes looking at you was imaginary. You can see the entire ocean, deep and fascinating.

This scene stunned William!

Taking advantage of William's lack of sluggishness for a moment, Vincent Knightley Woodridge slammed William against the wall, leaned over, and squeezed his legs between William's legs to block his descent. one step.

With a sound of "touch", the door hidden behind the doll was knocked open. Officer Lestrade Gregg raised his pistol and pointed it at the room. He quickly scanned the room, but did not find the door he expected. The murderer in the movie is only a room full of dolls and two extremely intimate people leaning against each other, as if preparing to kiss.

One of them knew from the clothes that he was the owner of the villa, Vincent Knightley Woodridge.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Lestrade Greg stopped his hand holding the gun, and he said embarrassingly, "I thought this was a secret room."

This was originally a secret room!

Only then did William suddenly understand why Vincent Knightley Woodridge did not choose to leave at that time, but chose this inexplicable way!

The reason must be to cover things here!

This is simply too lost!

"Officer Greg, why did you appear here?" The smile on Vincent Knightley Woodridge's face remained undiminished, he turned around "graciously", looking a little embarrassed Sergeant Lestrade Gregg asked, "You know, there is no murderer here, it's just me and William."

Speaking of this, Vincent Knightley Woodridge smiled at Lestrade Gregg, and said calmly, "Is William the murderer?"

"Oh, no! It's not William." Lestrade Gregg looked at William's appearance, shook his head, and said no.

"So, since it's not William, could it be me?" Vincent Knightley Woodridge's words let people know his "annoyed" mood at the moment.

"Oh, of course not!" Lestrade Gregg was really shocked by his last sentence. You must know that the case about the nobleman is the most troublesome case, not because of the complexity of the case, but because of the people involved. Complex background!

Especially Vincent Knightley Woodridge, his maternal grandmother was a princess of the royal family and had the same father as Her Majesty the Queen; his grandfather was a family duke, although there is no aristocracy now, but he No matter what the case is, as long as he is angered, his career as a police officer may be over!

"Why aren't you the murderer? Didn't you cut that doll?" Seeing that Police Officer Lestrade Gregg was about to retreat, William pointed to the doll showing a few strands of golden hair intentionally or unintentionally, and said.

I will never let you get away with it!

Thinking of this, William raised his eyebrows secretly at Vincent Knightley Woodridge, looking a little proud.

Sergeant Lestrade Gregg subconsciously looked in the direction William pointed, and a tattered doll appeared in his eyes, but because he had heard that Vincent Knight Ray Woodridge liked Cutting dolls is a personal hobby, and he has no way of caring about it, so he just glanced at it and turned his head.

……

Officer Lestrade, you pig mate!

Will you die if you look at it more?

William was helpless, seeing that this was not possible, and when he wanted to continue to say something, he saw Lestrade Gregg looking at William in shock.

Does Inspector Lestrade know what I mean!

This is really...

Before William could finish thinking, he heard Police Officer Lestrade Gregg say in surprise, "You are the one who claims to be Sherlock's friend!"

Speaking of this, Lestrade Greg said with emotion, "It's the first time I've seen someone claiming to be Sherlock's friend! This is simply amazing!"

"……thanks."

William no longer knew what expression to use to face the situation.

On the other hand, Vincent Knightley Woodridge, who had been very calm and chose to stand on the sidelines, laughed. He looked at William and said in an ambiguous tone, "You really are my little angel, you are so cute!"

Having said that, he still didn't forget to glance at William's black hair with disappointed eyes, and shook his head.

"Or go dye your hair!" Vincent Knightley Woodridge suggested with a serious face, "Although there is no pure golden beauty, no pure golden dazzling, no pure golden brilliance, no pure golden the golden..."

"You like pure golden hair so much, why don't you find someone with pure golden hair, what do you want me for!" William roared.

After he finished yelling, he realized that his words had helped Vincent Knightley Woodridge from the side, making their behavior more convincing.

He is so smart that he is close to a monster, he really hates this group of people with high IQs the most!

William thought angrily.

Perhaps it was the sweet scene of seeing the two of them "flirting" here that stimulated Officer Lestrade Gregg, or maybe it was because the murderer hadn't been caught yet, he embarrassedly faced Vincent Nightray Woodridge said, "Sorry, two, I still have to catch the murderer, so I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two of them to answer, he hurried out and closed the door enthusiastically.

……

"You think I killed them?" Seeing Lestrade Gregg leave, Vincent Knightley Woodridge suddenly hooked his lips, taking advantage of his handsome appearance, he looked evil and very charming.

"Isn't it?" William pointed to the golden hair leaking from the doll's chest, and said, "Those are evidences!"

"I don't want to explain such a stupid question," Vincent Knightley Woodridge smiled sarcastically, looked at William and said, "The loser is indeed the loser."

After speaking, Vincent Nightray Woodridge turned and left through the door Lestrade Gregg left.

Seeing Vincent Knight and Ray Woodridge leave so readily, William was a little confused for a moment.

Did he really wrong him?

William was puzzled, but his heart had shifted slightly, without the firmness he had at the beginning.

When William returned to the hall, there were far fewer people here. Kapanier saw William appearing, ran over quickly, and asked worriedly, "How can you run around in this situation? If you touch What about the murderer?"

"I'm going out for a walk, Kapaniel, don't worry." William also knew that it's not easy to care about a stranger he's only met two or three times, so he smiled and changed the subject, "How do people here So much less all of a sudden?"

"A lot of people have been picked up, and we're the only ones left!"

When Kapanier said this, she couldn't help but frowned, as if remembering something.

"What's the matter?" William asked seeing this, "Is there anything to worry about?"

"I'm just wondering when we can go out, after all I've already booked a flight back to the US tomorrow."

Kapanier said this, and then said to William, "Although the matter of coming to England this time has not been completed, and I have been involved in an inexplicable murder, but I know you, just for this, I don't regret it at all. This trip to London."

"Me too." William smiled.

The two sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. William got an invitation from Capanelle to take him to the United States for vacation, and before the sun went down, the police released all the unsuspecting people, including William and Capanelle.

The two said goodbye to each other, and agreed to have time to contact each other, and then left.

When William returned to 221b Baker Street, everyone was waiting for him, including Sherlock who had been lying on the sofa with nicotine tablets and Tom Riddle who was looking at a book with a blank face.

"Oh, poor Will!" Aunt Hudson ran towards William with a heartbroken face, hugging him tightly and said, "Show Auntie, if he's hurt!"

As she said that, Aunt Hudson let go of William, took a few steps back, and looked up and down at William. Seeing that he was not damaged at all, she let go of her heart, stretched out her hand and made a sign of the cross on her chest, saying , "Thank God, I'm glad you're okay!"

"Don't worry, Aunt Hudson, I'm fine!"

As William said, he turned around to let Aunt Hudson see more clearly, "However, by the time I left, the case hadn't caught the murderer yet."

As soon as William finished speaking, Sherlock heard Sherlock continue with his eyes closed, "Without me, the London police have always been so slow in action, which is understandable."

……

Sherlock, is it really nice of you to be so narcissistic!

"You think I'm narcissistic."

Suddenly Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at William, and said, "I'm not narcissistic, but confident. I'm very confident in my reasoning. For example, you must have been attacked for IQ problems a few hours ago. And that person makes you feel bad."

……

Sure enough, I hate people with high IQs the most!

William thought angrily.

"You're thinking, you hate people with high IQs." After Sherlock finished speaking, he nodded and said, "You're not wrong about this. Your IQ is indeed not high, and it's a normal psychological phenomenon to hate it."

……

Resisting the urge to cover his face, William Lian curled his lips.

Sure enough, people with high IQs are the most annoying!

Never be friends with someone with a high IQ in the future, it's just too cruel!

This is not the tragedy of life, this is simply the tragedy of life!

Please, don't abuse me!