[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

"What should we do next?" Aisha felt her throat a little itchy, and took another sip from the cocktail glass.She didn't think she was stupid at first, but when she was with Sherlock, she felt that her IQ was not enough, so she played the role of explosive force with peace of mind.

"You stay here obediently." Sherlock said casually, his eyes followed someone, and his body moved accordingly.

Elsa tugged at his sleeve, couldn't believe he didn't even want her to be his "beater", so what's the use of calling her to London!Could it be that she was expected to solve the case?

"I'll go with you." In his eyes of disapproval, he insisted: "I think tonight will mostly use force to solve the problem."

Seeing the flash of the red skirt, Sherlock had already disappeared around the corner, took Aisha's hand and chased after her.Aisha has been practicing hard recently, and under the guidance of Loki, her magic has made great progress, and she cast an invisibility spell on the two of them.

In the corner room, which was magnificently decorated, the figures of two people on the monitoring screen suddenly disappeared.Moriarty picked up the wine glass, straightened up slightly, and asked the woman beside him, "What's going on?"

Irene pursed her gorgeous red lips, and her eyes were somewhat hesitant: "Could it be that she is not a mutant?" Mutants generally have only one superpower, or Professor X has two related superpowers, invisibility and invisibility. The two abilities of ice control have nothing to do with each other.

What a miscalculation.

"The plan?"

"Proceed as usual." Moriarty's stern voice concealed a little excitement, and his eyes lit up. This is really getting more and more fun.

The magic cast by Aisha undoubtedly brought great convenience to the two of them, greatly reducing the possibility of being discovered, and she hooked her lips proudly at Sherlock.His eyes stayed on her face for a second or two, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

That being the case, there is no need to go to the trouble of destroying the monitor.

The two of them followed the girl in red—the lady from the Japanese consortium who was sitting alone just now, and entered a room with a hidden cave, a quieter space, where all the people Sherlock pointed out to her just now appeared.

At this moment, Aisha suddenly grabbed Sherlock, looked at him with worried eyes, a burst of dizziness hit her, and fell softly in his arms.

Counted!

The cocktail was drugged, and Sherlock quickly thought of the reason. He was too arrogant, bent his legs weakly, and held Aisha's head in his hands to avoid falling to the ground, and the last consciousness disappeared.

Aisha's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up first, her body was still weak, and she couldn't concentrate at all.

"Little cutie, don't waste your efforts."

Only then did Aisha notice that there was another person in the room, and she raised her head: "Irene Adler?" The girl curled her retro red lips and looked at her with a half-smile. So charming.

"Where's Sherlock?"

"Of course he is with Professor Moriarty." Irene walked into her suddenly, her eyes flashed a different light, and she licked her lips: "He said he would let you experience my unique skills."

Who?

Unique skills?

Aisha was pulled up from the chair by her and thrown onto the bed. Irene conjured a pointer out of nowhere, and leaned forward to support her on both sides, showing an ambiguous posture.

Seeing the pointer Aisha knew what was going on. This Professor Moriarty really wanted revenge, but when she thought of the occupation of Ms. Irene in front of her, she trembled with anger and felt that she had been greatly humiliated.

Irene's fingers slid down her delicate cheeks, and the itchy feeling spread all the way down, passing through the neck, chest, flat lower abdomen, turning around, and along the slender thighs, she bent down and kissed her round Cute toes.

"Sweetie, you are so beautiful."

Aisha looked at her angrily, her eyes were almost forced to burst into tears, and then the sensitive area on her waist was hit with a pointer. The appropriate force caused not pain but a kind of itching that she couldn't control. cried out.

She just didn't bring out the ether particles, because she was careless, thinking that she could handle it with her own abilities.

In another room, Sherlock looked at Moriarty with serious eyes: "I advise you not to do anything excessive to her."

Moriarty looked at him indifferently, with a trace of provocation in the corner of his eyes: "My target is you, and she will naturally be entertained by Irene."

"Sherlock, your attention to her is truly enviable."

"You've already got the phone. It's not difficult for you to get the password out of her mouth, now! Let us go!" Sherlock's eyes were burning, and his lips were tightly pursed into a line.

"So you admit defeat without a struggle?" Moriarty gritted his teeth and asked him with a dangerous expression: "For her?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and his brain was spinning rapidly, but under the effect of the medicine, his reaction was always three points slow, and he simply asked the guess directly: "Are you gay? Do you like me?"

"no!"

The two suddenly fell into a stalemate. Because of anxiety and worry in his heart, Sherlock was in a state of confusion for a while, unable to think of any countermeasures.After taking a deep breath, Sherlock simply ignored Moriarty, propped his chin and began to think.

What was Moriarty and him spending time here for?Recalling the conversation just now, when the flames flashed, he was trying to see if he had cracked the code.In other words, he and Irene Adler only seem to be cooperating on the surface, but they have different ideas secretly. One wants to get the mobile phone, and the other seeks to use it as a bargaining chip to seek protection.

What exactly is in the phone?It turned out to be so important that even Moriarty tried his best to get it. Such a secret was more complicated than he expected.

I wonder how Aisha is doing now?Irene Adler should not dare to touch her, otherwise she would offend the X-Men. She is a smart person, and she would not do such a thing.

Aisha's body collapsed tightly, and her whole body exuded an ambiguous blush. Her skin was already delicate, and there were red marks after layers of material.She gritted her teeth and endured, her gaze became colder and colder. She should be glad that she didn't do anything more extreme, otherwise she would definitely kill her!

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that the minute hand had turned half a circle, and cursed in his heart: Can he come more slowly? ! !

"Sweetheart, I like it..." Irene's provocative words were interrupted by the sound of breaking the door. The man was dressed in a black robe, and he was automatic without wind. He was holding a magic wand in his hand. When she saw Elsa, who was safe and sound, she flashed softly, and when she looked at Irene again, her black eyes rolled with dark clouds, and a beam of light came out of the wand and shot at her, clutching her chest and twitching on the ground.

Aisha broke down a bit, and couldn't help trembling as soon as she was hugged by him, the tears in her eyes finally fell, and she whimpered and complained: "Why did you come here?"

Riddle was so distressed, he put her on his lap and kissed her tears pitifully, lifted the locket around her neck, and pressed a kiss on her shoulder.

"At the beginning I said I didn't want my pendant box, now I know the benefits." There is a piece of his soul on the pendant, which can be used to convey information in times of danger.

Aisha glared at him without any deterrence, and cursed: "What's the use of it! You came here after I was almost bullied! If she wanted to kill me...you would have lost sight of me long ago." Thinking of the insult she received just now, and someone venting to her again, she cried even more sadly.

Thinking of this, Riddle also panicked. Guilt and fear were intertwined. When she saw her tears falling down like she didn't want money, her heart throbbed in pain: "I cut her into pieces, and the flesh was sliced ​​into pieces. One piece, I've mastered this spell since third grade, you can take as many pieces as you want."

As long as you don't cry, I agree to whatever you say.

"I... don't want it." He really has been bad since he was a child, and he was thinking about these tormenting things when he was in the third grade.

"Then I will agree to whatever you say."

"Then you use Dementor to extract her secret." Aisha pointed her finger, and Irene, who finally recovered from the convulsion, froze, and her face became more and more ugly.