Saving the world is not as good as chasing stars [US Entertainment]

"You're hoping to come in for a tour, and even convince me to accept a filming request, but I'm not one of those idiots you play around with, unless—"

Sherlock's figure was tall and straight, and the smile on his face seemed innocent, but a little weird.

In fact, Mr. Detective is recalling the sinister face of the British government -

Mycroft threatened him with the damn cat-ear photo and demanded that Sherlock immediately stop investigating the affair between the British Secretary of War and six call girls.

Otherwise, he would make this photo public, and even develop a 24-storey photo and hang it in Holmes' home.

Of course, Sherlock did not sit still. He hacked into the British government's office network and remotely deleted all electronic images of this photo.

But the cunning and cunning Mycroft Holmes had already printed out several copies!

In order to isolate Sherlock from investigating the case that could almost shake the structure of the British government, bring down the current Prime Minister, and trigger political turmoil.

McCoff even cunningly exiled the consulting detective to France for several months.

He was ordered not to return to London to cause trouble until the general election of the British Parliament was completed.

Thinking of this, Sherlock's sight became more and more dangerous. It was all because of the French woman in front of him that he lost the interesting case.

"You have to apologize to me for your previous rude behavior," the consulting detective with flirtatious curly hair raised the things in his hand to Margaret's eyes, "Put this on and take a photo as a souvenir."

Sherlock had a black Mickey headband and even a red polka dot bow in his hand.

Since the French lady in front of him once asked him to wear cat ear headbands, she might as well wear mouse ears.

After all, smart cats like to play the game of "cat and mouse" with mice, don't they?

Margo looked at Mr. Natural Curly and the Mickey headband in his hand blankly.

The consulting detective has always been confident and aloof, and he doesn't like to socialize with others. His behavior at this time is somewhat weird, but he looks extraordinarily elegant and gentleman——

"I heard that you invested nearly ten million dollars in this movie. I'm afraid you won't refuse my reasonable request—"

Before Sherlock finished speaking, he saw the classical beauty in front of him turn and leave without even saying goodbye!

Facing Marguerite, who never played according to the rules, the consulting detective almost blew his hair. He grabbed the French girl back and said, "Where are you going?!"

Margo replied nonchalantly, "Oh, I'm a little hungry, but it's dinner time now."

"Why didn't you answer my request?" Sherlock pressed.

"Not interested in."

"The filming request was also given up?"

"It's just a place of residence, it doesn't affect the movie as a whole."

Sherlock snorted softly, "That's not what the outreach producer who called me said."

"Really? But I am the highest person in charge of this movie," Margaret smiled at him, "In other words, I have the final say on this matter."

Consulting Detective: "..."

Why doesn't she always play the cards according to the rules? !Say give up and give up? !It's simply capricious and vexatious!

Margo tried to push his arm away, but the English gentleman was obviously a little too strong, at least she didn't push it a little.

"Mr. Holmes, you still haven't let go. Are you planning to cook dinner for me?"

Sherlock frowned and stared at her. Three seconds later, Margo was carried directly into the Peian Garden.

The courtyard is well maintained, and the red-roofed Louis XIII-style building seems to be full of traces of life in the last century.

But Margot's eyes just flicked, because she was being led into the house by the English man in front of her.

Margaret: What the hell is this consulting detective doing?

Sherlock's voice was cold, "Before you formally apologize to me, don't think you can return to Paris."

Margot blinked, her voice was calm, "So you're playing an exotic kidnapper now?"

The consulting detective ignored her, walked in front of the French girl, crossed the living room, and entered the open kitchen.

He always seems to like to wear suits that fit him well, and Margaret can see the beautiful lines of his legs looming as he moves.

To be honest, he looks tall and thin, elegant and abstinent in a black suit, but under the cover of shirt and trousers, he has particularly charming muscular lines, which is really a bit of a foul.

"Some coffee?" Sherlock handed her a white porcelain coffee cup, looking like a perfect and elegant English gentleman.

Margot took it, and looked at the unknown object floating on the coffee cup with a blank expression, "Mr. Holmes, in the French coffee culture, there is no such thing as a bloody eyeball."

Mr. Sao Bao Natural Roll smiled friendly, "I think you should try it, it's much more interesting than those little desserts with different flavors."

Margaret raised her eyebrows, "If you talk nonsense, I'll pour this cup of coffee on your face."

Sherlock: "You're too restless."

His gorgeous subwoofer was obviously very charming, but Margot became more and more indifferent, "Mr. Holmes, where is my dinner?"

The consulting detective raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this cup of coffee dinner?"

In fact, Sherlock did think so, and he was obviously an abnormal human being who often refreshed himself with black coffee.

"I don't like this joke." Margaret sat in front of the bar in the open kitchen, looking at the black-haired curly Mr. with her chin up. "A prune cake and creamy lettuce soup, thank you."

Mr. Natural Curl of Saobao looked indifferent, "I'm not your personal chef."

Margot shrugged, "As a kidnapper, feeding the victim's stomach is also one of the professional ethics."

Sherlock had at least 180 four ways to refute her, but inexplicably, he actually opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients.

Margaret was obviously also a little surprised. Can this Mr. Detective really cook French food?

and also--

You won't poison her, will you?

Under the overly beautiful fingers of a British man, the ordinary ingredients turned out to be extraordinarily attractive.

Margot was sitting in front of the bar, her gaze circling around him unconsciously.

To be honest, this arrogant and conceited Mr. Natural Curly, whose face does not conform to the standard aesthetics, always has an indescribable unique beauty and attractiveness.

Sherlock was keenly aware of her gaze, and it made him a little nervous for no reason, what the hell.

His voice was cold, "The leftmost room upstairs used to be Camille Claudel's studio, where some of her unfinished works are displayed."

What Sherlock didn't say was that these unfinished works were collected by him through various means in the past two months.

This female sculptor once smashed many of her beloved works. After nearly a century, these unfinished works are naturally even more difficult to collect.

But our consulting detectives can always achieve their goals through their own "unique magic".

Margot looked at him in surprise, "Can I go up and visit?"

"Please disappear before my eyes as soon as possible." Sherlock's voice was low, and he didn't even glance at her.

The French girl was kind, and she stepped lightly on the stairs leading to the second floor, like a bird returning to its nest.

Soon, the prune cake was out of the oven, and the consulting detective took a sip of black coffee, with a gorgeous and charming voice, "It's fine if you don't apologize, and you didn't even thank you just now, you are really rude Miss France."

Margo heard his voice coming down, and she was leaning on the railing at this time, "Mr. Holmes, your accusation is a bit loud."

Her seaweed-like long hair was spread in front of her body, making her skin more radiant than snow, and her red lips were extraordinarily delicate and charming. That kind of contrasting beauty was full of bewitching charm.

Sherlock heard his own voice, "If this movie wins, you must give a formal speech to thank me."

When he realized what he had said, the consulting detective almost suspected that he was suffering from some kind of hallucinogenic syndrome due to withdrawal from drug addiction.

Under normal circumstances, how could he say such crazy words?

Or rather, after seeing a few of her films, the consulting detective felt a little out of sorts.

— wanting to go to her movie premiere in person and looking forward to the next one.

——Seeing the malicious comments about her on the Internet, I wanted to hack the other party's network.

——Always subconsciously search for news about her.

——Willing to invest money, time, experience and emotions to help her acting career.

—almost bought back some movie posters about Margaret.

The omnipotent Mr. Holmes, of course, understood his abnormal behavior - movie fan psychology in the shortest time.

Hell, he somehow became a fan of this French woman.

A professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology once pointed out that "fans are people who are enthusiastically involved in ball games, business or entertainment activities, obsessed with, admire or worship film and television singers or sports stars."

fanaticism?infatuation?admire?worship?

It's crazy, he would rather suffer from the sequelae of drug addiction!

"Award speech?" Margaret didn't realize that the consulting detective was in a frantic state of mind. She was using a silver fork to divide a small piece of prune cake and put it in her mouth.

The sweet taste in the mouth made Margot stunned for a moment.

Prune cake is a traditional dessert popular in Brittany, France. It is deeply loved by the French, and the method is also very common.

But Margaret swears that the morsel she just popped into her mouth is the best prune cake she's ever had.

God, this consulting detective who makes coffee with eyeballs actually has such a deep hidden advanced culinary skills?

Margot looked at Mr. Natural Roll in surprise, "Are you willing to be my personal chef temporarily?"

Sherlock looked indifferent, "I'm only interested in murders."

"I will give you a 30-second thank you speech." Margaret said sincerely.

You must know that for film awards such as the Oscars, strict new regulations have been promulgated recently, stipulating that the speech time on stage should not exceed 45 seconds.

The 30 seconds accounted for two-thirds of the speech.

The consulting detective raised his chin with an arrogant expression, "Since your wish is so strong, I will consider it."

Sherlock must not know that now he is like a coquettish and arrogant cat who can't help but cock his tail.