[Comprehensive] The whole family has passed through, except me

Half an hour later, Rita, Sherlock, and Bond were standing at an intersection one street away from Irene's house.

"Detective, what do you mean by asking us to get off here?" Lita was not used to the perennial wet and cold winter in London. Even though she was wearing a thick fur coat, the gusts of cold wind seemed to penetrate everything. She couldn't help shivering.

She began to lean towards Bond subconsciously, trying to use his tall and strong figure to block some of the cold wind.

Bond thoughtfully dragged his long trench coat over Rita's body, and put his arms around her shoulders to protect him in his arms.

"Stupid, can't you see I'm trying to find a reasonable way to get into that woman's house."

"What's a reasonable way? Could it be that you plan to find a place here to climb over the wall and sneak into other people's homes? Shouldn't it be more appropriate to do things like burglary at night?" A veteran infiltrator, the agent next to her is better at this kind of thing, right?

Sherlock ignored Rita's complaints, but carefully observed the surrounding environment.

"Actually, I have a good suggestion. Why don't you pretend to be Irene's admirer, or her guest? I think she should be very willing to accept you if this is the case. Maybe there will be a good encounter. I have seen those In the profile photo, Queen Irene looks really handsome with a whip! I think it’s perfect for a shy and incomprehensible virgin like you.” Woke up early in the morning, only ate a sandwich and a half Rita, who was forced to be a free volunteer and blow cold wind on the street, is in a very bad mood right now.

Faced with Lita's so-called suggestion, the corner of Sherlock's mouth couldn't help twitching twice, then he looked Lita up and down a few times, and suddenly said: "Fake illness."

"what?"

"Just say that you have a stomachache and continue to help seek medical treatment. You are pregnant and it is easier for people to relax their guard."

"No." Pretending to be sick is the most boring thing. "Why don't you pretend?" Rita glanced at Bond, "Let him beat you up and say you need to seek medical attention."

Sherlock took a breath, resisting the urge to continue arguing with the woman in front of him: "Don't forget that you are my assistant now."

Rita: "..."

"Okay." At least one must keep one's word, Lita doesn't want to argue with this guy, besides, she doesn't want to blow the cold wind anymore.She opened her handbag, took out the foundation, wiped off her lipstick, and painted herself a slightly paler makeup, which looked a little sick, and then leaned softly on Bond.

Bond very cooperatively hugged Rita...

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"Hello, we have been in a car accident and my friend's wife is pregnant and she is not feeling well, can you call an ambulance for us?"

That's what Sherlock said after he rang the doorbell at Irene Adler's house.

"I...I'm in so much pain." Lita said intermittently, leaning against Bond's chest cooperatively.

"Okay, wait a moment." Irene's female assistant opened the door, "Let this lady enter the room to rest for a while!"

Led by the female assistant, the three walked into the living room all the way.

Then in the living room, I saw the confident and calm, naked... Irene Adler who was standing there waiting to greet them.

At that time, not only Sherlock and Bond, but even Rita was stunned, forgetting that she was still pretending to be sick.

What is this woman doing?

Looks like a good figure!

Have they been exposed?

So is this woman planning to seduce her?

Thinking of this, Rita couldn't help but look up at Bond.

Sure enough, I saw something hard to hide on his face—desire and appreciation.

Oh, it looks like this trick is quite effective against a flirtatious man.

"Hello, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. And Mr. James Bond, and this mysterious lady." Irene walked over, his fingers flirting lightly across Sherlock's cheeks, and then stopped on his cheeks. On the collar of a black shirt, "I don't think a polite opening statement is necessary. You and your two friends already know me, and so do I."

Now that the plot and identity have been exposed, Rita can only get down from Bond's embrace, and cast a contemptuous look at Sherlock by the way.

If I had known this, I should have knocked on the door just now, so I didn't need to blow the cold wind on the street for a long time.

"Lita Stark, you can call me Lita directly." She walked over and introduced herself.In fact, she admired Irene. She was able to face two strange men who met for the first time naked like this. She thought she didn't have the courage.

Sure enough, the title of "Queen of Sadism" in the industry is not for nothing. Shouldn't she ask her for advice?

"Stark? Isn't it the one I thought—" The person who gave her the information only sent the identity information of Sherlock and Bond, but not Lita's. Irene really didn't expect that Lita's identity was so special .

"I'm afraid that's what you think."

"That was such a surprise." Erin took Leta's hand and started chatting with her, completely ignoring the remaining two men in the room.

……

Lita: "Actually, I saw the promotional photo on your website before I came here. It's really cool. Do you think I can do like you?"

"Oh, of course." Irene looked at Lita's appearance. She looked younger than her actual age. Her frame was petite, and her waist-length curly hair gave her a girlish look. Sentimental, in fact, if you want to be a S|M queen, it is difficult for such an appearance to give people a sense of oppression and deterrence.

However, this girl's eyes are very special, or it can be said to be pure and straightforward, but she also has enough courage and tenacity. This kind of firm and unshakable self-confidence is also a must-have characteristic for a ruler .

"Come to show you my playroom." Irene pulled Rita through the hallway into a locked room.

The light in the room is a bit dim, with some thick red and black tones.

The floor is covered with thick cashmere carpets. In the center of the room is a large European-style bed with black pillars and blood-red sheets. The surrounding walls are covered with paintings that Lita probably never imagined, and even more so. Various tools I have seen...

"Oh——" At that moment, Rita was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

#as if opening the door to a new world#

#So many tools, although I don’t know how to use them, but they look full of color#

"Try it?" Irene looked around on a wall, and took off a short black sheepskin whip. The length of the whip and the handle is only one meter. "This kind is relatively light, with soft leather. , suitable for beginners, even if the strength is not well grasped, it will not hurt people."

"Really?" Rita curiously took the whip from Irene, and waved it randomly in the air twice, the whip pierced the air and made a short and slight "hu-hu-hu-" sound.

It is true that the whip itself is very light, and it is made of high-quality lambskin, which is also extremely soft to the touch.

Rita turned around, and suddenly slammed it heavily on the back of Sherlock's hand.

"Pa——" The sound was very crisp, but it only left a light pink mark on the back of Sherlock's hand. After all, it was a whip for flirting, and it really didn't have much lethality.

Sherlock didn't expect that Leta would come for real, so he withdrew his arm suddenly, "SHIT, what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, it's just a tool for experimentation, but it doesn't really hurt much, right?" Rita suddenly felt a little disappointed. This level of toys is not enough to relieve her hatred. If she told Irene earlier that she and Sherlock had a long-standing grudge, she would probably Give yourself another model of leather whip!

She suddenly saw a long metal whip hanging somewhere in the corner.

I really want to borrow this!

Sherlock has always been an observant person, not to mention Rita's hostility towards him has never been concealed, he finally couldn't take it anymore, "We didn't come here for you to play. Ms. Irene Adler , you should know what I need."

Irene took the whip from Lita's hand, grabbed a coat and put it on for herself, "Of course I know, but you should also understand that I won't give it to you, and I can't tell you where it is, so since Come on, why don't you have fun for a while?" She walked over and pressed Sherlock's chin with the whip arm, "Would you like to try my tricks? I'm much more skilled than this little girl. Maybe you From now on I will fall in love with…”

"NO." Sherlock subconsciously took half a step back, avoiding Irene.

In this kind of room that was full of erotic meaning, listening to the woman in front of him deliberately teasing words made Sherlock, who was almost emotionally blank, very uncomfortable.

"Leta——" Sherlock flirted with Lita. According to the plan, at this time, Lita should cooperate with him to make some small movements in the room, so that he can guess where Irene is hiding when Irene is nervous. the location of something.

However, at this time, Rita had no intention of cooperating at all.

"Boom-boom-"

Two gunshots came out of nowhere, and while everyone was looking towards the source of the sound, several gunmen had rushed into the room, spotted the two most helpless women in the room, and pointed their guns at them. On her forehead.

"Who are you?" As the owner of the house, Irene asked first.

"Don't talk nonsense, you know what we want. Take it out if you don't want these two women to die."

The author has something to say: After reading this paragraph, you will not think the author is crazy~~ Hahahahaha

I'm really not crazy~~~

Enhaha, I will send out the red envelopes of the last chapter

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Rita: GAT has a new skill, the whip candle is bundled with PLAY! ~~~

Batman: I refuse, I am not shaking M

Rita: It’s okay, I believe there will be handsome guys willing to cooperate with me~~~

Batman: ...you won, let me cooperate~