[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

We are all adults, so naturally it is impossible to break up because of a dispute.

Sherlock thinks that the game is just a cover-up, and that the explosion and the hostages are just to create a tense and terrifying atmosphere, so that he has no time to participate in the investigation of the theft planned by Bruce-Partington.So he and Watson go out to investigate the death of civil servant West.

Aisha studied at home how to prove that Vermeer's posthumous work was a fake. She believed that since the director of the museum dared to tell such a big lie, she must have technically ensured the age of the painting.The museum security guard who died by the Thames River was a stargazing enthusiast, which helped Aisha further confirm that there was a problem with the star map in the painting.

Since it is a fake, it must be a star map that Vermeer, who lives in the Netherlands, cannot see.Vermeer died on December 1675, 12, not a short time ago.It takes a lot of effort for Aisha to understand the changes in the star map over such a long period of time and compare them.

Faced with such a difficult problem, Tony Stark could not help appearing in her mind. He is not an astronomer himself, but he has an all-round electronic housekeeper—Jarvis.

"Tony, I need you to do me a favor." Aisha answered the phone and said straight to the point.

The voice on the other end of the phone was still greasy, with the cynical meaning of a playboy: "Sweetheart, it has been nearly a year since we last met, and the first call you made was not about caring about me, not even a hypocritical greeting, Just ask me for help, it makes me so sad." Although he said this, there was no hint of sadness in his tone.

"Mr. Nastark, how are you recently?" Aisha didn't mind a few more words of nonsense.

Tony, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shook his head helplessly: "Oh! Baby, you remember you owe me a meal. Tell me, what do you need my help for?"

Aisha smiled softly and told him the content of the help.Tony asked her puzzledly: "Aisha, since you already know it's a fake, why do you care about how to prove it's a fake?"

"Because this is a game." Aisha's tone was a little helpless, and she didn't reveal much: "Mr. Iron Man, you save the world, and I save a person today."

"Sounds like a very romantic story, I think I can wait until we have dinner to hear you share." Tony didn't pursue too much, he is now on the S.H.I.E.L.D. The news of the Rui people's capture of the earth has made everyone anxious, and Aisha's voice from the outside world can be said to be a temporary relief.

"Thank you."

"I've always liked the way French girls thank you, how about a kiss?" Tony began to gibberish again.

Aisha rolled her eyes and said, "Then I can only let you go away, Mr. Stark."

With the help of Jarvis, Aisha soon learned that the existence of the Van Buren supernova on the painting became the key to proving that it was a fake.And this supernova only appeared in 1858, how could Vermeer, who died 200 years ago, discover the existence of this star from the sky?

Aisha informed Sherlock of this evidence by text message, and he has his own arrangements for how to plan next.

In the afternoon, Sherlock and Watson returned to the apartment. Aisha could clearly observe the relief on Watson's face. It seemed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.

"It seems that it is a wise choice for me to sober up." She brought out a tray from the kitchen, and the red wine in the wine container exuded an attractive aroma. She suggested, "Shall we celebrate?"

"Aisha, this move is so considerate. This is indeed a victory." Watson blushed with excitement, and he poured red wine into three wine glasses.

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Aisha took a sip of the wine, and found that Sherlock hadn't even touched a drop of wine, his brows furrowed and then loosened quickly.It wasn't until Watson left that there were only the two of them left, and she asked, "Is the matter still unresolved?"

Sherlock looked at her for a long time and said, "I have to say that your senses are very keen."

"Excluding the Bruce-Partington incident, the five countdowns still haven't sounded. You push John away and plan to face it alone." Aisha's expression was surprisingly calm, and she didn't express any surprise at Sherlock's decision to go it alone.They haven't been together for a long time, but his character has been clearly shown enough. This is a person who loves adventure, isn't he?

"Moriarty—you can call it my old enemy, the mastermind of all cases, a person who is keen on playing games, and this world is a playground for him to pass the time." Sherlock put his hands together, and night fell , the only thing in the apartment was the fluorescent light from the TV, his side face was bright and dark, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

"You're very excited." Aisha said with great certainty, and Sherlock didn't deny that he was really looking forward to the confrontation with Moriarty.

"Then I must remind you that being too excited will make you ignore the danger." Aisha reached out to him: "Give me the phone."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond, he had no choice but to explain: "From the behavior of your old enemy, he is not a benevolent person. Setting my mobile phone number as an emergency correspondent will become your trump card."

Sherlock's eyes flickered in the darkness, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up: "You're right."

Under the cover of heavy night, Sherlock left the apartment.Not long after, Elsa raised her eyebrows when she heard the phone ringing in a quiet space. It seemed that she was destined to be Mr. Detective's savior tonight.

swimming pool.

Moriarty, Sherlock and Watson are in a stalemate.The sniper aimed at Sherlock and Watson, and Sherlock's Browning pistol aimed at the explosive package that had been removed from Watson.

Live in peace or die together?That's a real problem.

Moriarty doesn't seem nervous, and there's a perpetual titanic composure about everything in his hands, even when his life is threatened.

"Sherlock, you're not nervous at all, which really makes me feel unfulfilled." His tone was full of dramatic cadences, and suddenly his voice dropped suddenly: "Or are you waiting for someone to rescue you? "

Sherlock didn't answer him, and the pistol was still held steady.

"Maybe the person you said is me." Aisha pushed the door open and came in.

Everything happened almost instantly, and with the sound of four falling to the ground, the red dots on Sherlock and Watson disappeared.And Moriarty was pushed against the wall by a huge energy, and let out a muffled grunt, and then his limbs and neck were tightly fixed by the ice ring.

Aisha came over and complained: "He actually arranged the snipers in four directions, which made me travel so much!"

Different from Sherlock's calmness, Watson pointed at her, his eyes widened in disbelief, Aisha turned out to be a mutant!And he didn't notice it? !

"John, it's not surprising that you always ignore important information." Seeing his expression from the corner of her eye, Sherlock curled his lips and complained.

Moriarty, who was ignored by the side, seemed unwilling to be lonely. He was like a poisonous snake, with sinister and playful eyes, and a half-smile at the corner of his mouth: "Dear lady, I didn't expect you to like this kind of game, then I really have a colleague." I introduced you to you, but... she likes to be the object of torture."

There was only one light on in the swimming pool, and many places were dark. Moriarty happened to be hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see his face. Aisha walked in curiously, and saw his appearance unexpectedly There is a sense of absurdity that is unexpected and reasonable.

Her sixth sense is really accurate.

She was not frightened by the malice in Moriarty's words, she hooked her lips, and said falsely sorry: "Thank you for your kindness, I also prefer sadism." She said with an ice whip, Accurately left a non-fatal bloodstain on the neck: "Mr. Moriarty, you'd better be good, I don't have much patience with you."

He stopped talking, but there was more playfulness in his eyes.

"Sherlock?" Aisha called out, her eyes left a trace of the ruthlessness just now, exuding a sense of distance that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Sherlock got rid of the uncomfortable feeling and walked to Aisha's side.She should be in a hurry to go out, she was only wearing a thin skirt, and her white legs were dangling outside, Sherlock thought for a moment, took off the suit jacket and put it on her: "Put it on."

"Actually, I'm not cold, but... thanks anyway." Aisha put on her coat.

"What are you going to do with it?" Aisha motioned Moriarty with her eyes.

"Have you ever heard of too big to fail? Moriarty is too deeply involved in the criminal world. Even if it is handed over to the government, how many officials of this huge institution that gathers different interests will have relations with him?" Involve." Sherlock said calmly, but it sounded as heavy as a thousand mountains.

That's why Moriarty is fearless and confident.

"Then leave it to your brother." Aisha said: "Two smart people, it depends on who is better than the other."

Mycroft quickly brought a well-trained agent over. His gums seemed to be swollen, and his face was swollen with a lump, and his face was full of displeasure.

He looked at the two men and a woman in front of him, and wanted to reprimand them for being too reckless, but the aching gums gave him a break.

But Sherlock is not a well-behaved brother, how could he have given up the opportunity to laugh at Mycroft, and sneered: "I don't know if your dog legs still think their boss is a majestic and solemn image?"

Mycroft smiled patiently, he didn't care, he didn't care!

Sherlock accepted it as soon as he saw it, and took a deep look at Mycroft: "I hope you don't let me down."

Of course, Mycroft knew that he was referring to Moriarty, his eyes were like ancient wells, calm and unfathomable.In silence, the two brothers finally had another contest.Finally, Mycroft sent a car to drive them back to Baker Street.

Watson was in the car, and finally asked a question that he had been curious about since just now: "Aisha, why do you think that McCoff's intelligence can rival Moriarty? He is not like Xia after all." Locke is so showy."

"Mycroft is the head of the spy, but he has a small belly. Unless he has great confidence in his IQ, how can he relax the requirements for agility." Aisha had to admit that this inspiration came from the genius Tony. Mr Stark.

Watson stared blankly at her: inexplicably, it makes sense!

"It's full of loopholes."

"But I guessed it right." Aisha glanced at Sherlock proudly.

Her eyes suddenly froze. The car was parked at the traffic light intersection in the commercial center. When she looked up, she could see a huge electronic screen, which was broadcasting an urgent news——in front of the Opera House in Stuttgart, Germany, Loki was killed by superheroes. Team up to fly.

Aisha squeezed her palms and turned to Sherlock: "Take me to the airport, I want to go back to New York immediately!"

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