[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

Aisha came out of Sisley Airport and hailed a taxi to go directly to Baker Street.The sky was drizzled like a light veil, making it difficult to see clearly.She took back her hand that had been stretched out of the car window, and took out a handkerchief from her bag to wipe off the rain.

With the sound of the pattering rain getting louder, the taxi finally stopped at the gate of 211B Baker Street.Even though I lived in London for a long time, I still haven't learned the habit of carrying an umbrella at all times. Now that the rain is pouring on my body, it is obviously not a long distance, and I am soaked.

Carrying her luggage, she stood in front of the black-painted door and knocked hard and quickly.

"Come on! Come on!" Mrs. Hudson wiped her apron vigorously with her kneading hand, trotted over to open the door, and looked at the wet Aisha in surprise: "Aisha? Come in, everyone Drenched."

Mrs. Hudson took a dry towel from the bathroom to dry her hair, the initial surprise has turned into surprise, and asked: "Why did you come to London suddenly, if you notify me in advance, I can prepare a big meal for you. "

Aisha twisted her hair with a dry towel in one hand, and smiled sweetly: "Because I miss you, I lost weight when I returned to the United States."

Mrs. Hudson was so happy to be coaxed, she put her hand to her mouth and waved: "Sweetie, don't lie to me, Sherlock must ask you for help with the case."

"I really can't hide anything from you." Aisha blinked playfully: "I'll go up and take a hot bath, can you prepare some hot soup for me? The food on the plane is too bad."

"Go! Go!" Afraid that she would catch a cold, Mrs. Hudson hurriedly urged. The little girl was thin and weak, and she seemed to be in poor health and was prone to illness.

Aisha carried the luggage to Sherlock's room as usual, dug out the clean clothes from the suitcase, and went to the bathroom familiarly. There were still her favorite washing tools on the washstand. I have been complaining about throwing away the bottles and jars that take up space.

"Bangdang-"

There was the slight sound of the bowl falling to the ground. Aisha immediately turned off the shower, twisted her wet hair casually, opened the drawer, took out a rubber band and tied it into a ball, and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she saw several black muzzles pointing at her, while Mrs. Hudson was covered with tape, and her hands were tied behind her body.

The movements were so fast and dexterous that she didn't notice at all that the men in black in front of them looked like professionally trained spies.The leader looked Aisha up and down, and his eyes wandered a little. Didn't the information say that Sherlock had a girlfriend?But I can't control that much!A landlord and a girlfriend always know something.

With a vigorous wave of his hand, he ordered a few of his men: "Tie her up for me."

Aisha folded her hands around her chest, her face was tightly crumpled, and she sneered when she heard Mrs. Hudson's terrified sound.Several agents who were walking forward fell down in an extremely distorted state. Aisha took a step forward, and the rest of them also fell to the ground in horror, with a smile rising slowly on their faces. There was a chill, and the body was shaking.

Aisha stepped forward to untie the rope for Mrs. Hudson, and she saw that she angrily stepped forward and kicked the agent holding her several times: "Being an old lady is easy to bully! You were not born when I was in the gang! "

This style of painting... Aisha was taken aback, thinking that Mrs. Hudson would ask her about superpowers first?And gangsters?Isn't she just an elegant old English lady?

After Elsa changed her clothes, she turned out the medicine box and was treating Mrs. Hudson's strangle marks on her hands and the bruise on her forehead.Those agents obviously didn't have the virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young. With a thought in her mind, the agent lying in the living room screamed again miserably.

As soon as she finished treating the wound, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps getting closer. Sherlock's tall figure appeared at the door. She saw the agents who fell on the ground frown and glanced around. Mrs. Hudson was visibly relieved to be seated at the table safe and sound.

He strode over, and Mrs. Hudson proudly took out a BlackBerry from her chest and handed it to him: "I hid it well."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, revealing a bit of joy, and said, "Mrs. Hudson, you have always been trustworthy."

Mrs. Hudson smiled with satisfaction, stood up and clapped her hands, and said, "It would be great if you always speak nice words, I'll go and prepare some food for you."

Aisha quickly stopped: "No need, Mrs. Hudson, your hand is injured, and I'm not very hungry."

"You are so sweet, little Aisha, but such a small injury is nothing, I just hot potato soup."

After Mrs. Hudson had left, and it was just the two of them, Sherlock said suddenly, "Go and dry your hair."

Aisha stroked her almost dry hair, and obediently walked towards the bathroom. The hair dryer was blaring, and then she heard a few loud bangs, and ran out of the bathroom immediately, only to see Sherlock throwing an agent through the window. down.

This... Aisha closed her eyes subconsciously when she heard the heavy voice, it really hurts!

But... I didn't realize that Sherlock was such a defensive person.

The dining table still faced Sherlock's chemical tools in a distinctive style. Aisha pushed these things aside, and then placed the tray brought by Mrs. Hudson in the middle. On the tray was a steaming pot of potato soup and a Plate of croissants.

Sherlock held the phone and said a few words in a stern and quick voice, completely ignoring whether the person on the other end of the phone understood the situation, hung up the phone neatly, walked over and sat opposite Aisha.

He said without thinking: "You came here very quickly."

Aisha swallowed the potato in her mouth, and then said: "Oh... what Dr. Watson's blog said, Sherlock is always alone, full of love for all dangers, am I afraid that you will be in danger?

"Having a friend who is always on call like me is simply the blessing of your eight lifetimes of cultivation."

Sherlock turned the spoon around in the porcelain bowl, raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly, "Then I should have cultivated the blessings of sixteen lifetimes."

"Ok?"

Aisha rolled her eyes, and immediately realized that it was indeed a blessing for sixteen lifetimes to have Dr. Watson who obeyed his orders.

Seeing that she understood, Sherlock didn't explain.Aisha saw that there was no shortage of food in the porcelain bowl at his hand, she leaned forward, pushed his bowl, and said simply: "Finish!"

Not to mention how bad Sherlock's living habits are, history of drug abuse, smoking history, staying up late, not eating on time... During the time she lived here, she sighed every day: God really favors smart people, he can live to such an age It's also really lucky.

Sherlock glanced at her, and began to eat in a big way. Although an empty stomach is more conducive to thinking, but when the hot food enters the stomach, there is an immediate physiological pleasure.

Aisha helped him break the croissants into pieces and soak them in the potato soup, asking him, "What's the matter with the mutants?"

Sherlock bit his lip and thought about how to answer her. After a long while, he said, "Irene Adler—the famous SM queen in the industry. This is her job on the surface, but she is secretly an information trafficker. This time Because of a scandal involving the royal family, she was involved." He frowned as he spoke, his hands habitually crossed into a triangle: "I saw her for the first time, but I couldn't get any information from her."

Aisha's eyes widened immediately, this is a unique thing, Sherlock's "five seconds" magical skill failed!

"And... what's even more strange is that my reaction seemed to be in her expectation, and it was very detailed. The idea of ​​drinking coffee flashed in my mind, and she added two sugars for me. Ai Dele is of course an extremely smart woman, but it is impossible for her to observe my intentions so quickly and accurately, and her reaction is more like knowing what I am going to do next."

Aisha blinked quickly a few times, and grasped an important point: "You think she is a spiritual mutant just because of the behavior of putting sugar? This is too intuitive."

Sherlock said: "My intuition is the subconscious reaction of accumulated experience, you just have to trust me."

Aisha rolled her eyes subconsciously, Mr. Holmes, you are too confident.

However, she still stretched out her hand to him: "Is there a picture of her? Some mutants often change their names for safety." Anyway, she doesn't have a special impression of the name Irene Adler, it may be her Unknown mutants.

Sherlock walked into the living room, picked up the laptop and put it on his lap, typed a few letters quickly, and then turned the screen to her.

Aisha licked her lips, the tulle pointer, the big red lips, the sharp eyes, this woman is extremely sexy.

Seeing that she didn't know where she was going, Sherlock took a deep breath, snapped his fingers in front of her, and gritted his teeth, "Recover yourself!"

Aisha raised her eyelids, blinked innocently twice, and smiled guiltyly: "She does have a unique charm."

He closed the computer with a snap, and he could tell if she knew her by looking at her eyes: "You have a good relationship with Professor X, right?" It's better to ask a professional.

A sentence popped up in Aisha's mind: Do you know how much I like you?There were smiles in his eyes and the corners of his mouth, and he just looked at her intently.His face was hot all of a sudden, and an unnatural blush appeared.

He hesitated in response: "Huh?"

The author has something to say: After deciding on the main CP, the next step is to pry the corner. Thinking about those masters, don’t you think it’s more exciting?

If the prying corner is successful, the sub-endings will tentatively decide on Loki and the Great Devil; if unsuccessful, the main ending will be Professor.

Knowing that Destiny's name is also Irene Adler, I couldn't control my imagination.

As usual, thank you for your nutrient solution and Bawang tickets.