My brother is so fierce

Maggie vaguely felt that someone was watching her, but when she turned her head and saw a moving noble carriage, she remembered what Irene said, and immediately hid her body by the wall.

For Louis, she happened to be hiding in a blind spot, a position she couldn't see at all.

And the carriage had already started to move, William closed his eyes and rested his mind, Louis couldn't see the girl's face clearly, he sighed in his heart and stopped watching.

Maybe it wasn't such a coincidence that he relieved his regret like this.

And the other end--

The dangerous elements inside were all controlled by the police. They were a group of desperadoes, because I heard that there was a wealthy nobleman who liked to read in this small bookstore. The bookstore did it.

And that so-called bomb was tampered with by Sherlock. Who knows when the young man tampered with it. The unlucky young man had been escorted to the hospital with a broken arm.

And the reason why the group of policemen accepted the matter so quickly was because of the paper that Sherlock gave Maggie, because there were people he knew in the police station, which reduced the number of casualties.

Sherlock didn't have time to chat with the police. He didn't want to waste time on this matter with those routine inquiries. He pointed to the man who hadn't recovered from the state he had just been threatened: "You ask him, I still have something to do .”

"Oh? Where are you going!"

The young man in the windbreaker had already walked out. He looked around the crowd, and finally saw the lady who had worked with him in the corner.

She bent down and lifted a little skirt, Sherlock followed her slender fingers very ungentlemanly, and didn't even notice that there was anything wrong with his carefree gaze.

She wore a pair of low-heeled cowhide ankle boots. Although they were not new, she had taken care of them very well, so that only the toe was slightly worn, and the leather had a thin layer of wax on it, which looked very Shiny.

But what attracted Sherlock to look was not her shoes, but the slender ankles wrapped in cotton stockings above the boots. She touched it lightly, with a painful expression on her face.

Sherlock calculated the time it took for the police to arrive here to infer the speed she needs to run. She is not tall, she is a young and slender girl, wearing these shoes, she is not slow to run on the street. The chances of feet are not small.

His half-long hair was tied up behind his head, and when he walked over, the girl had already dropped her skirt, subconsciously fiddled with her bangs that might be messed up on her forehead, and smiled at him.

"They should all be grateful for your life-saving grace, Miss." Sherlock is different from William's gentleness and refinement, his eyes are sharp and straightforward, and Maggie waved her hands after being praised. From Sherlock's ears, the person in front of him who is not good-looking The vulgar young lady looked as shy as the morning glow in the sky, and even her voice was soft, "I just did a small favor, you are the one who saved us."

These exchanging pleasantries were not suitable for Sherlock. For the first time, he patiently said a few more words to the girl in front of him, and then reported himself: "My name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."

Maggie curtseyed back, "My name is Maggie Adler."

At this time, Sherlock asked her where her home was in a gentlemanly manner, as if he wanted to send her home.

Maggie quickly said no, she lived not far away, so she walked back slowly.

"Your foot is hurt," Sherlock said affirmatively. On this crowded street, there were a few policemen behind him doing their final work. When the walking stick was handed to her, "It is better to go to a doctor for treatment."

When Maggie took the cane, she still hesitated. She had lived here for a long time, and Sherlock was an unfamiliar face. When she got close, she could see that the fabric on his body was not ordinary.She was a little shocked that Sherlock had spoken out about her injury.

In the end, she accepted his kindness, took the cane and put it on the side to relieve the pressure on her right foot: "Thank you, I will."

He watched Maggie stagger away into a cobbled alley, his back getting blurred.

Maggie went to a small clinic nearby to have her feet checked. When she took off her socks, she could see the swollen ankles, which looked a little scary.

"Fortunately, it's not serious." The female doctor wrapped her ankle with a cloth and wrapped it with a towel wet with cold water. "Stop exercising these days. Go back and apply cold compresses yourself."

The cane helped a lot, and Maggie jumped back slowly with the medicine on the cane, and saw Irene before she got home.

She is always so radiant, and Maggie can tell that it is Irene almost without looking closely. At home, it’s so cool to change into men’s clothing.

She waved to Irene, and the smile on the corner of Irene's mouth, which was holding the man's arm, froze for a second. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Maggie who was walking on one leg across the street. Her condition didn't look very good. But he couldn't leave for the time being.

When Irene turned her head, Maggie could vaguely see her frowning, as if she was worried about her condition.

She wanted to pull her arm from the man's waist, he had already sensed Maggie's presence.

This young aristocrat was Irene's newest contact, and his temperament could be detected just by eye contact.

He was not like the foolish youngsters Irene had come into contact with before, and Irene stared at Croft's expression, trying to find out if he had other thoughts after seeing Maggie.

Fortunately, he just glanced at the past lightly, then lowered his head to Irene's ear, spraying hot breath on her earlobe: "Do you know?"

"Yes," Irene replied with a gentle smile, looking at the silver-haired man in front of her and urged, "Mr. Croft, our banquet is about to start, and it will be too late if we don't go."

He just smiled, and then left with Irene.

Erin had something to do, so Maggie had to keep jumping back. The clinic was in the opposite direction from home, and she had to pass the bookstore again.

It stands to reason that Sherlock shouldn't stay in one place for too long, but the target of the gangster—that is, the old nobleman kept pulling him to talk after he knew that he had tampered with the bomb. Gentle, Sherlock can't even shake his hands and leave.

He managed to get away, turned his head, and met Maggie who was holding a cane.

Sherlock stared at her feet for a moment, but said nothing.

Maggie also lowered her head, not to look at her feet, but just because she could imagine how funny she looked, she lowered her head in shame and indignation.

Seeing something approaching, the old nobleman stared at the cane in Maggie's hand for a while, and after making sure he read it correctly, he said, "This, it seems to be my cane..."

Maggie: ...

The instigator, Sherlock, coughed twice, and Maggie had already handed the cane to the old man, her cheeks flushed, "I'm very sorry..."

"I gave it to her," Sherlock handed over his arm to Maggie to support, but Maggie was embarrassed, and her palms were pressed against the wall to support her body. Sherlock scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and explained to the old man, "I I thought no one wanted it.”

Hearing that Sherlock said that it was Maggie who went to call the police, the old noble immediately gave her the stick when he saw Maggie's situation, but Maggie naturally refused to accept it. She nodded her feet and moved slowly, like a little snail.

After walking for a while, Maggie stopped to rest for a while, and at this moment, a man's arm appeared beside her, and Sherlock stood aside: "Miss Maggie, I think the doctor has told you Shouldn't you be exercising too much?"

Maggie looked up at him and nodded.

He raised his arm to signal her to put it up: "It's my fault, just use me as a cane."

When she laid her hand on his dark coat, her hand was as white as snow.

This is the first time Maggie has had such close contact with a man, neither of them spoke, Sherlock felt like he was walking like a snail, but this time he was very patient, observing the street lamps, the pebbles on the ground, And relying on her height, she can look down at the top of her head unscrupulously.

Her blond hair is so soft that she wants to reach out and touch it. Sherlock tried not to stare at the girl like a pervert, trying to find a topic that was not too awkward and suitable for a girl to answer. When the dragonfly hairpin moved to the side of her hair, she slowly said: "Your hairpin style is rare."

Maggie was biting her lower lip and didn't know what to say, but at this time Sherlock took the initiative to bring up the topic, Maggie was also attracted by his words, she subconsciously wanted to touch the hairpin, her hand just left Sherlock's Arm, body tends to fall, she hastily grabbed Sherlock's sleeve to stabilize her body.

The young man stopped in his tracks, watched the hand quickly let go of his sleeve, slowly and gently put it on his arm, and whispered a word of apology.

She seemed to put the word sorry on her lips. It was the first time Sherlock met a person of her personality, and it was novel to him that she was completely different from Mrs. Hudson.

"A hairpin?" Maggie immediately answered the question he asked, "I've been wearing this hairpin since I was five years old. I don't quite remember where I bought it, but I just think it should be something important..."

From her words, Sherlock was keenly aware that there might be a past, but he didn't continue to ask, the hairpin was well maintained by her, and it had not been eroded by the passage of time.

They walked for almost half an hour when he dropped Maggie off at the door.

Without him, Maggie would probably have walked longer alone, and Sherlock accepted her thanks and left before she hesitated to ask him to sit in.

She might have invited him in for a cup of tea out of politeness, but they hadn't known each other long, and she seemed to be the only one in her house, and he had such a sense of self.

Maggie hurt her leg, Erin stayed at home with her for two days, and of course there was no shortage of nagging.

She dressed and protected Maggie as if she were her younger sister. During the two days when she was recuperating at home, Irene brought her two new books to pass the time and prevented her from getting off the bed. There were still washed fruits on the bedside table and bread.

Maggie muttered in a low voice: "It's just that strenuous exercise is not allowed, not that it is not allowed to move."

Erin was touching up her makeup in her room. Today she had a dance that she couldn't miss, and she didn't turn her head when she heard Maggie's words: "Didn't you almost fall in the living room yesterday?"

Maggie was speechless, she took a bite of the apple and made a crisp sound.

"Be good at home." Irene stood up to see if there was anything not perfect, she leaned close to the mirror and licked her red lips, "I will come back later today, and I will bring the key."

Maggie leaned against the head of the bed and murmured, "Drink less wine."

Only then did Irene look back at her, seeing her puffed cheeks, stepped on stilettos, walked over and leaned over to kiss her cheek: "Got it."

There must be lipstick marks on her face. Maggie is used to Irene's behavior. Irene picked up her bag and waved her hand: "See you tomorrow, baby."

She listened to the sound of closing the door, the house was empty and eerily quiet.

Maggie was sleepy after eating. She felt that she would gain weight, but she couldn't help but lay down again. Not long after she closed her eyes, she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.