[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Sherlock, you are being considered by the media as a suspect in the kidnapping of the twins. Are you sure you want to go to the United States?" Mycroft asked angrily, holding an umbrella and pounding on the floor.

Sherlock looked serious and said stubbornly, "I can't contact her."

"She is safe with the protection of the Avengers and the X-Men, and Moriarty is brewing a huge conspiracy, and you are the center of this conspiracy." McCoff took a deep breath, emotion is really not a good thing, Sherlock has completely lost the ability of rational analysis now.

"Give me a cigarette." Sherlock held out his hand.

Watson frowned disapprovingly. He already had nicotine tablets on his arm.He didn't understand the first sentence of the dialogue between the two Holmes brothers. Who is that "she"?There seemed to be something he didn't know about it.

"Give me a cigarette!" Sherlock shouted impatiently again.

Mycroft nodded to Watson, and Watson took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a lit one and handed it to Sherlock.

Sherlock held the cigarette between his pale and strong fingers, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath, the nicotine calmed his restless nerves very well.

He didn't start to be contaminated with love until he met Rosa, not only because he was not tempted, but also because he knew that emotion is more powerful than drugs. Love will make him lack correct judgment, and he must do so.

"Moriarty was acquitted in court. We all know that his code is a cover, and his real target is you."

"Is Moriarty a lunatic? Why did he make such a move against Sherlock? He won't get any benefit at all." Watson raised a question that had troubled him for a long time.

"Jealous men don't speak rationally," Mycroft said.

Sherlock shook the ash into the ashtray, glanced at Mycroft coldly: "You talk too much."

The wrinkles on Watson's forehead had formed a large three-character, and the jealous Moriarty forgave him for never thinking that this word would be used as an adjective in front of him.

"Did anyone tell me exactly what happened?" He spread his hands.

"The truth of the matter is already obvious." McCoff said with disgust: "Moriarty likes my future sister-in-law, who is Sherlock's girlfriend."

"what?!"

Watson almost thought he had auditory hallucinations, he could understand every word, and the grammar of the sentence was the simplest.But?Since when did Sherlock have a girlfriend? !

They lived together for almost a year, and he had never seen Sherlock interested in any woman, and solving cases was his only pastime.But now Mycroft said that Sherlock has a girlfriend, and her girlfriend has a famous counseling criminal who is an admirer. He thought such a bloody thing would never happen to him, let alone Sherlock. body!

But looking back now, all of this can be traced. Sherlock’s frequent text messages have been paying close attention to American news, especially things related to superheroes, and the "Rosamond Overture" that is always inadvertently pulled up. ".

"Sherlock, haven't you thought about telling me about Rosamund's existence?" Although Watson is slow, he has always had accurate intuition in terms of emotions, which makes him always get a lot of favor.If he guessed correctly, the name of Sherlock's girlfriend is Rosamund, so Sherlock seems to be quite romantic.

"You never took the initiative to mention your girlfriends, and I didn't hide it." Sherlock sat on his exclusive Buxier sofa chair.

Watson took a look at Sherlock, and decided not to care about what he said about him being stupid, after all, Sherlock had been hit hard recently.

"I haven't heard from her for six days, and this situation is out of the ordinary." Sherlock rubbed his hands worriedly.

"Ahem." Mycroft coughed suddenly, and handed the phone to Sherlock. On the screen was a photo of kissing, and one of the women was Rosa.

Sherlock silently handed the phone back to Mycroft with a gloomy face. He brushed the things on the coffee table to the ground. Watson was taken aback by Sherlock's sudden outburst.

"There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that she has empathized with another person, and the other is that she was traumatized in the apocalypse incident and caused amnesia." Mycroft frowned and analyzed calmly.

"No matter what the situation is, the most important thing for you now is to get out of the situation set by Moriarty."

After saying this, Mycroft picked up the umbrella and walked outside. Before leaving the living room, he paused suddenly: "Based on her determination, it is basically certain that it is the second situation."

Sherlock walked back to his room and closed the door, pinching his temples with a headache.He never knew that he would have the emotion of jealousy like an ordinary man. Even though his analysis ability was 0.05 seconds slower than usual at the moment he saw the photo, he could still figure out from Rosa's gesture that The same judgment as Mycroft, but he was still uncontrollably angry.

He naturally believed in Rosa's loyalty to him, but in this relationship, he only realized now that he was the one who relied on the other's love to do whatever he wanted.She's a heartthrob and he's a nuisance, would he have been her lover if he hadn't been first to her?Sherlock himself began to doubt.

In his 28 years of life, this was the first time he had self-doubt, and this should not belong to Sherlock Holmes.

She's like a Godzilla monster, messing up his life, and he'd rather have her ruin it than have her go.

"Sherlock." Watson knocked on the door twice, then immediately pushed it open, and said to him with a heavy face, "We have a guest."

Sherlock asked Watson with his eyes: Who?

"Moriarty." Watson said with an ugly face, "He's waiting for you in the living room."

"Moriarty, why did you appear here?" Sherlock sat opposite Moriarty, the two looked at each other, and there was a flash of lightning in the air.

"I thought being heartbroken by the same girl would allow us to have more common language." Moriarty said in a flirtatious tone, with his hands resting on his thighs naturally, and a hint of jealousy occasionally flashed in his eyes cold.

The fragments of the bone china tea set that he brushed to the ground had been cleaned up by Watson, and he made a cup of coffee for Sherlock and Moriarty.

Sherlock took a sip of black coffee and said coldly: "I think our identities are still different."

Moriarty curled his fingers and tapped the melody rhythmically on the suit pants. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, but his demeanor was neurotic and crazy. He smiled and said, "Who knows what the future will hold?"

"I don't think there is such a possibility, Rosa is a face control."

The corners of Moriarty's mouth froze suddenly. Where did he have the confidence to dislike his appearance?Is it because of his pair of high cheekbones that can stab people to death?

"Haha." Moriarty sneered, "I think Rosa was blind once, and she shouldn't mind being blind again."

"Your purpose is to destroy my position, but as long as you don't kill me, Rosa will never consider other people." Sherlock narrowed his eyes suddenly: "But if I really die because of you, Even if you are not the direct cause of my death, you have completely lost your chance."

"No, no, no." He waved a finger in front of Sherlock: "I'm just living a boring life, so I want to have some fun. After all, the only person I can call my opponent is you. It’s predictably boring, and I’m more interested in being a traditional villain who makes trouble for a righteous protagonist than a superhero antagonist who wants to destroy the world or rule humanity.”

The way he had fun was really ingenious. Watson, who couldn't get in the conversation between the two, complained silently, which normal girl would accept a person who is dangerous and moody, and his daily hobby is to advise others on crimes?

"Doctor Watson seems to have a different opinion." Moriarty saw Watson roll his eyes sharply.

Suddenly being cueed, Watson came out of his own world and waved his hand: "I have no objection. After all, the courtship fails. I am not the one who hates because of love."

Watson spat loudly, and Sherlock raised his eyebrows happily.

"John is right, and I would like to advise you again, whether it is Rosa or You, the goddess of victory will stand by my side."

"Sherlock, I really like your confident look." Moriarty suddenly laughed nervously, "I hope you will always be like this, she lost her memory, and your chips are zero." made a zero gesture.

"Enjoy the storm." Moriarty stood up, and he said to Sherlock, spreading his hands dramatically.

"And I just gave you a hint, knock, knock, knock."

Sherlock leaned on the Buxier sofa, put his hand against his chin like a tower, and he was thinking about how to break this situation.The melody Moriarty played on his lap just now was just Bach's music, not a password.He never believed that any door in the world could be opened with a string of codes, but Moriarty did admit the existence of codes just now, and Sherlock was a little uncertain about the existence of codes.After all, he has always firmly believed that after eliminating all the impossible, what remains is the truth no matter how incredible it is.

And Rosa, he can't go to the United States to find her now, not because he is in deep trouble, but because Moriarty really has such a string of codes in his hands, the harm is too great, and he has been breaking his high-function Sherlock finds it unbelievable about the anti-social character, but Rosa did make him understand something more clearly.

The fastest flight from London to New York takes only two hours, but there is an Atlantic Ocean in the middle. If you are not careful, you will run aground and hit the seabed ice.

He was just betting on a possibility.