[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

Sherlock's unmoving eyes suddenly turned cold, and his eyes moved away from her flushed cheeks, feeling a little irritated for no reason.

Aisha was shocked by his cold eyes, and finally became normal: "I'll ask him for you."

Sherlock nodded noncommittally. When the two said this, the sound of heavy and hurried footsteps came from the stairs. Both heads turned their heads to look at it. Sherlock did not hide his poisonous tongue: "Can Scotland Yard go slower?" ?Snails are faster than you."

Detective Inspector Lestrade looked aggrieved, he had rushed over as fast as he could, and he always felt that he was being used as a punching bag.

Then he looked at Aisha beside him, his eyes lit up, and with his lack of vocabulary, he could only say that she was too beautiful, as if she was shining, the big stars in the movie were not as attractive as her.

Aisha nodded slightly towards him, and said with a smile: "Hello, Inspector Lestrade." She had heard about this one of the few people who were willing to tolerate Sherlock's bad temper, but now that she saw it, it was true. The face is born from the heart, and he is a person with a honest personality.

The habitual smile used in social situations has a sense of distance, and it seems that a path has been drawn invisibly. Although the IQ is not high but the experienced Lestrade touched the back of his head, and at the same time came to a conclusion: not good provoke.

"Hello, um..."

"Aisha, Aisha Arendelle."

Lestrade greeted politely: "Hello, Miss Arendelle."

Afterwards, Lestrade talked to Sherlock again, and led away the unconscious agents who were left downstairs with a serious face. Needless to say, he had to work overtime again tonight.

Before leaving, I heard Elsa say to Sherlock naturally: "I sleep in your room, by the way, where are the new sheets?" Lestrade staggered and almost fell down the stairs. What is their relationship? !Does McCoff know? !

"John moved things to another cabinet." Sherlock said, pointing in a certain direction.

Elsa found a clean folded bed sheet in the cabinet that Sherlock said, it was still a simple iron blue, full of frigid tones.Pulled all the quilts on the single bed to the ground, replaced them with new ones, and then took the replaced ones to the bathroom and threw them into the washing machine.

Sherlock was tinkering with the cell phone full of secrets. Aisha remembered that there was one thing she hadn't done, so she sent a photo of Irene Adler to Charles. When it comes to understanding mutants, no one can compare he.Not only because of the leader's position makes him pay special attention to the collection and induction of information, but also his superpower gives him an extra advantage in this regard.

At some point, Sherlock had given up tinkering with the phone, and played the violin instead. The melodious sound of the violin intertwined with the sound of the pattering rain, and Aisha was stunned.

Only one name echoed in her blank mind: Charles.

That hot kiss seemed to be able to burn people to death, the eyes that only pretended to be her figure affectionately, Aisha licked her lips, and couldn't help but wonder when did he start to like her, and did she like him again?

She didn't know, so she hid in London.

Perhaps the lesson she received was too severe, so she has become cautious. Thinking of Riddle's cold and heartless eyes, she suddenly felt a little short of breath, and the bitterness rose from the back of her tongue.

Maybe she should agree to Charles's confession, he is so gentle, so kind, and his blue eyes are full of strength.But she never had any "unreasonable thoughts" about him. To put it bluntly, Charles was the Holy Father in her mind, and she didn't dare to have any blasphemy.

Although this impression had already been broken by himself, thinking of that skillful kiss, Aisha suddenly felt dry mouthed.

Reunited with Riddle, she didn't have such a big heart.As for Eric, when she thought of his extremely similar broken personality to Riddle, the flame in her heart that was soaring because of his handsome appearance was almost extinguished.From this point of view, falling in love with Charles is really the best choice, at least you don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back, and seeing his angelic appearance, she will feel better.

"Is this the tune you made up yourself?" Aisha asked him lazily with her chin propped up while listening to the unfamiliar tune.

"Well, it helps me think."

"So did you figure out the password?"

"No." The crisp answer was full of anger, and Aisha smiled twice, she really shouldn't mention which pot.

"Then how do you investigate next?"

Sherlock raised his head sharply, his gray-green eyes were condensed into a bunch, like unsharp knives, posing an unresolved danger.He suddenly smiled at Aisha, with a hint of seduction: "Do you want to go to the bar at night?"

Before Aisha answered, Sherlock clapped his hands and helped her decide: "We will have a good time tonight."

Aisha smiled helplessly. Is this authoritarianism?

"Why don't you look for John? It's strange, what about others?" Aisha said, her eyes searched around.

"He's at work and there are two guys going to a pub together, in the UK? I don't want to be misunderstood as gay."

Aisha reacted subconsciously: "Do you care about people who are considered gay?"

"Then... I just want to go out with you." Sherlock's attitude was a little indifferent, as if he had made up an answer, but he really looked at her seriously.After Aisha rolled her big eyes, she didn't take it seriously.Everyone has several distinctive labels, and Sherlock has a label of "frigidity", so she will never misunderstand what he said.

In the evening, the heavy rain stopped instead, and it seemed that some people were specially encouraged to go out.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of a bar with two carved glass doors. Aisha got out of the taxi and looked around, feeling inexplicably familiar. Isn't this the street from the back alley where she and Sherlock first met?

So this bar?She thought so and asked so, so she came.

Sherlock took her hand into his and said, "This is Moriarty's bar."

Although he knew that going to the bar tonight was probably related to the investigation of the case, but he was too daring to go straight to the enemy's lair!

A big villain like Moriarty is like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang. Maybe he has reached some kind of subtle cooperation with the government. She is not surprised that he was released.

Can!

"What does this have to do with Irene Adler?"

"All the crimes in London have a relationship with Moriarty, and he is like a king, directing it all from behind the scenes."

Aisha stretched out her hand and asked the security guard to put a fluorescent seal on the inside of her arm, and mocked coldly: "He really likes to meddle in his own business, he can be boring."

Out of professional instinct, she has always regarded this kind of person who disturbs the order and stability of the country as troublesome and has no good impression.

Sherlock's hand held her shoulders, blocking the collision of the crowd.It's just that Moriarty is doing well in his main job of planning crimes, and even his side job of opening a bar is top-notch in the industry, whether it's regular customers or people who come here for fame.Needless to say, Elsa was squeezed into Sherlock's arms after wiping her body. A faint scent of cold perfume broke into her nose. Stopping him firmly, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he didn't like this environment very much.

The two squeezed to the bar with great difficulty, Elsa ordered two glasses of cocktails familiarly, and Sherlock was already leaning on the bar and began to look around.

"Is there something wrong?" Heart-piercing punk music makes people's ears hurt. Aisha doesn't know why there are people in the world who like punk instead of elegant classical music. She pouted, this Mr. Moriarty The taste is really worrying.

Sherlock picked up the cocktail glass and took a sip. His eyes seemed to be looking around aimlessly, and he whispered to Aisha: "The man at two o'clock is the second in command of a terrorist organization in the Middle East; the man at six o'clock, It was the man with a smile on his face, who was a big boss of the Italian mafia; at eight o'clock, the Japanese woman who made a table by herself was the second in line heir of the Nagasawa family... "

The more Sherlock spoke, the more dignified his tone became. With so many important people, Aisha also noticed that something was wrong. Something big was going to happen tonight.

He continued to analyze: "Tonight there is something wrong with the number of people. Moriarty runs this bar as a cover, and a place to enjoy his terrible music taste. Usually there is a long line outside and the people inside are scattered. , how could it be squeezed into sardines like tonight."

I don't know if I heard "bad music taste" or "sardines", Elsa burst out laughing.

"Mr. Holmes, I didn't know you had such a good sense of humor."

Sherlock glanced at her lightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly saw something, and the corner of his mouth curled into a line.

"What's wrong?" Aisha straightened up and asked him.

"Moriarty knows we're coming tonight!"

"What do you mean?!" They were completely improvised, without any plan.

Sherlock spat out a name: "Irene Adler."

At the same time, Aisha also received a text message: Irene Adler is the girl of destiny, and her superpower is to predict the future.

No need to explain, Aisha also understood the current situation. Moriarty and Irene Adler cooperated, and she predicted that they would come back tonight, so she set up this situation.

As for the appearance of these big figures, it is mostly because of the mobile phone that Charlotte carries on her body. Whether it is to prevent the apartment from being patronized by agents again or to ensure the safety of the mobile phone, Sherlock will only hide the mobile phone on his body.

"Hmm~"

The woman's voice came out suddenly, Aisha shook her body, and then she saw Sherlock took out her mobile phone, she looked at him incredulously, this is... this is too shameful!

"Sherlock, you are really boring..."

Aisha looked at the mobile phone screen that suddenly appeared in front of her, her voice was cut off halfway, and when she looked closely, it was a text message: Mr. Detective, have a good time tonight.

This Ms. Adler is really badass.

The author has something to say: Everyone, good night~