[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

The diary that Sherlock found from the study not only recorded Baron Gruner's secret relationship but also described his own criminal facts in detail. It can be said that the evidence is conclusive. If Austrian law did not have the death penalty, the human life on his body would be enough. He's in the electric chair.The diary became the evidence in court, so naturally it couldn't reach Miss Melville, but the recording file in Rosa's hand was enough for Miss Melville to put out the fire of her love. Nothing hurts more than the truth that comes out of a lover's mouth.

Rosa has been in a good mood recently, after all, she just saved the life of a young girl.As for Sherlock's probing eyes when he got the recording file, she automatically ignored it. Anyway, Sherlock would not be able to find out unless she revealed it herself. After all, she didn't leave any clues for him to think about.

This kind of good mood lasted until the time to meet Mr. M. She hummed a little tune and spread the clothes in the closet on the bed one by one to choose. Mycroft's salary was fully paid and Sherlock contracted the board and lodging As a result, Rosa's small coffers became full all of a sudden. In addition, women are born shopaholics, so her slightly thin wardrobe was filled to the brim all of a sudden.

She has always followed the style of a lady. Yishui's clothes are basically solid colors, most of which are Morandi colors. She looks very stylish and generous, but because she wants to have her own sponsor After a good impression, Rosa still carefully matched it.

She checked the meeting place sent by Mr. M on the Internet - it is a very stylish coffee shop, very suitable for chatting, but the consumption level is moderate, so the dress code does not need to be very formal.In the end, she wore a V-neck pure white sweater with a water blue leather pleated skirt, and a light gray coat outside, which is both warm and beautiful.In order to show her solemnity, she also specially painted the whole face of makeup, usually she only painted eyebrows and lips.

She went out with a royal blue shoulder bag. Sherlock went to the morgue to find something for herself. In the past few days, she went out early and returned late. Anyway, she had already given him Prepared a bento, although Sherlock rejected the stupid behavior of carrying a bag in his hand, but Sherlock was still obedient after she mentioned what Baron Gruner did to her as a threat, Rosa really felt that this The assistant is really more patient and resourceful than the kindergarten teacher.

Rosa pushed open the glass door, and a wave of heat rushed towards her face instantly, mixed with the aroma of coffee. She rubbed her cold face, and after asking the waiter, she guided her to a quiet corner.

A young man was already sitting at that table, he raised his head from the newspaper when he heard footsteps, and said firmly, "Little Rosa."

Rosa was stunned, the amiable old gentleman she imagined!Sure enough, you can't just imagine randomly, otherwise the truth will ruin the impression.The man in front of him is much younger than he imagined. Westwood’s black tailored suit and a Peter Pan round neck shirt is wearing a McQueen skull tie. Compared with Sherlock's ascetic temperament, Mr. M is much more sullen. There is a cynical wisdom between his brows, and his eyes are calm and sober. He looks like a remarkable person.

Moriarty looked at the girl he had seen countless times in this photo, and adjusted the arc of the corner of his mouth to the most appropriate. He got up and opened the chair for Rosa, looking like a gentleman.

"I've ordered coffee for you, cappuccino, don't you mind?" Moria asked eagerly.

"I don't mind, thank you." Rosa thanked softly. She looked at Mr. M, and suddenly found that they had known each other online for a long time, and even he was her sponsor when she went abroad, but she didn't know her real name, which sounded like It's really absurd, but since the two have met in reality, she should still ask: "Then what should I call you? I thought I was going to meet a gray-haired old man today, after all The erudition you display is so misleading."

Likes to show off and praise is a common problem of geniuses, Moriarty was pleased by Rosa's little joke, and told her the name he made up: "James King, of course I would like to hear you call me James."

Rosa smiled and called out kindly: "James."

After all, the two had known each other on the Internet for a long time, and with the intentional cooperation of both parties, the topic quickly spread out, and the unfamiliarity of the first meeting completely dissipated. Rosa had already been amused by Moriarty's digestion several times, her cheeks It is red like a red apple, so cute that people can't help but take a bite.

Rosa covered her hot cheeks and looked at Moriarty with a smile on her face. The joy and admiration in the girl's eyes made Moriarty very useful. He picked up the coat that was on the side and suggested, "I'll take You get a taste of real London."

Rosa followed Moriarty, thinking that he would take her to famous sights like Big Ben or Buckingham Palace. It was ridiculous to say that she hadn't visited these places after being in England for so long, but Mori What Artie brought her here turned out to be an air-raid shelter bar. The air-raid shelter built to avoid German air raids during World War II has been transformed into an extremely elegant and stylish bar. The tables and chairs are made of thick nanmu wood, and the dim lights are reflected from the stained glass lamps. When they came out, people gathered in twos and threes to drink and chat, and the bartenders at the bar showed off their skills and prepared glasses of delicious wine for the guests.

Moriarty led her to the deepest box familiarly. Rosa felt everything strangely. This was her first time in the bar. It didn't look bad, and there was no loud music as imagined. And the scene of dancing with demons.

The waiter brought the wine in respectfully and then left without saying a word. Rosa felt an inexplicably tense atmosphere. She twisted her body and asked, "Is there anything special here?"

Moriarty took a meaningful look at the girl who was still ignorant. This is the place where crimes sprout in Europe. Every day, countless people come here to consult him about crimes. He is the only one who consults criminals, and he is also a well-deserved leader in the European underground world. the emperor.He is responsible for more than half of the crime in London, which of course represents Britain, but it's not good to scare our sweet little girls.

Moriarty stood up and opened the red velvet curtain on one side. The huge glass inlaid on the wall clearly showed the scenery of the hall. He said: "There are often punk bands playing here, look, they have already appeared on stage gone."

Moriarty pointed to the stage, and Rosa followed his gaze.The outfits of the band members on the stage seemed to Rosa to be rather unattractive. The thick smoky makeup, non-mainstream hairstyles, and skull accessories all showed their identities as punk bands.

"The word punk was born in Britain after World War II. At that time, the domestic economy was depressed and the unemployment rate was high. At that time, American radical poetic rock was popular in the music industry. The British music industry was very depressed. In order to fight against American rock and roll, instead It gave birth to punk music that does not pay attention to musical skills, tends to be ideologically liberated and counter-trend." Moriarty simply explained that the band members on the stage had tuned up and were ready to start playing.

Punk music does not pay attention to skills, with many strong chords, collisions, wires and other characteristic art forms. The hoarse barbaric shouting really does not match the style of this bar. The owner of this bar is not crazy.

James Moriarty, owner of this bar: "..." You are crazy!

However, this phenomenon seems to be the norm. The people drinking in the hall were not affected at all, and they were still drinking and talking on their own.

Rosa glanced at Moriarty covertly. He was holding a wine glass filled with amber liquid in his hand, and when he shook it lightly, it made beautiful ripples. He leaned on the retro leather sofa with his legs crossed, and he was in control of the audience. The aura burst out, and he swayed slightly with the shouts of the lead singer on the stage. The smile on his mouth was arrogant and wickedly cynical, as if everything in this world was his toy, and he was never afraid or afraid. He is invincible, he has a □□where there is a door in this world will be open to him, he is full of villain temperament.

She withdrew her gaze vaguely, and it was not easy to confirm her sponsorship once again.She took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass, and the spicy taste hit her esophagus. She couldn't help coughing twice, and smiled awkwardly when she saw Moriarty's gaze. She seemed to be disturbed. To his new injury punk music,

"James, maybe it's a bit ignorant to say that, but punk may not be suitable for me."

Of course Moriarty knew that the coughing, red-faced little girl choked on alcohol was sweeter than honey, and softer than honey cake. Her spikes were wrapped in layers of soft coats, He was really looking forward to the moment when the spikes would come out of the ground one day, it would be so damn fascinating.

He smiled apologetically: "Punk was born in the UK, and it reflects the British temperament very well. Unfortunately, most people don't know how to appreciate it. I think we should end today's date with a perfect dinner."

Rosa, one of the majority: "..."

The bomb shelter pub was tucked away in a deep dark alley in London, and cars couldn't get in, so Moriarty asked the driver to wait for them outside.

But accidents usually happen in this situation in most literary and film works.Moriarty looked at the group of men in black who surrounded them like he was looking at the dead, with an evil light in his eyes. There is no better way to break ground on Tai Sui. He made a plan in his heart. Go back and settle accounts carefully, I am really tired of work!

Rosa held Moriarty's hand tightly. This group of menacing people must have come to find James. She has always kept herself safe and never offended anyone. Could it be that they want to kidnap James for ransom?Or black eat black?James can't really be the gangster brother, right?She speculated about the possibilities in her mind.

"What are you trying to do?" Moriarty asked calmly.

The leader of this group of men in black is quite moral, and he doesn't want to involve irrelevant people: "We only need this girl, and you will be safe if you leave obediently."

Rosa frowned: "Who sent you?"

Moriarty raised his eyebrows. It was an unexpected development. He thought it was someone who was short-sighted looking for him, but judging from his information, the girl around him was like a mole in a hole. The mouse was too quiet, and the only dangerous factor involved was Sherlock Holmes.

The leader was not at all afraid that Rosa would seek revenge afterwards. The identity of a Chinese student studying abroad did not cause much trouble in London, and she offended a lady from a powerful family: "Miss Melville let me tell you, she Whether it is held in the palm of her hand or stepped on in the mud by her, it is not something that a person of your status should bother with."

When Rosa heard this, her lungs would explode. Her good intentions were treated as a donkey's liver and lungs. Not only did she not get gratitude, but she also received revenge!

She glanced at Moriarty apologetically, and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, I've troubled you, so go away." She pushed Moriarty.

Moriarty waved his finger and said in a dangerous tone, "Little Rosa, you just need to cheer me on at this time."

Apparently, Rosa's seemingly thoughtful words hurt the pride of our criminal king. He looked at the man in black who provoked him with a strange light in his eyes: "Not to mention it's just a bunch of scraps."

He has always acted cautiously and secretly did not know how many bodyguards he has hidden, not to mention that his base camp is not far behind him, but now is not the time to reveal his identity, he secretly made a stop gesture secretly.He was also curious about whether our Rosa would be on Sherlock's side or on his side when the identity was revealed. It was really an exciting confrontation between good and evil, and a malicious light flashed in his eyes.

"Stand back." Moriarty stood in front of Rosa, unbuttoned the two buttons of his suit, rolled up his sleeves, and hooked provocatively at the men in black in front of him.

Rosa felt that James, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, had an aura of [-] meters.

I hope that the vengeful Mr. Moriarty will not know, otherwise he will not guarantee whether he will strangle Rosa to death. The height is a high-voltage line for a man who is not up to the standard.