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

The foggy drizzle in London made Baker Street, a Victorian building south of York Palace, look solemn and dim.

In the living room of 221b Baker Street, the black European-style vine wallpaper is classic and exquisite, the violin stands casually beside the sofa, the classical grand piano stands against the wall, and the plexiglass is shining coldly on the skull portrait presented by British artist John Pinkerton of light.

Consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, sitting on the black Corbusier sofa with no expression on his face, stared silently at Stephen Strange, a medical elite from the United States.

Margot was a little curious and asked why the detective invited Strange, who had never met, to 221B Baker Street.

Between these two men with almost identical faces, there seemed to be some kind of murderous intent imminent.

Margaret, who was sitting between the two, was leaning on the retro brown leather sofa, with a relaxed tone, "You continue to look at each other, and there will be no change in each other's faces."

The two long-faced gentlemen looked at her at the same time, and each spoke——

Grumpy Qiqi: "I don't think I look like this curly hair."

Sao Bao natural volume: "He looks much older."

Although these two gentlemen are obviously not "beautiful boys" in the traditional sense, their deep and magnetic voices are really hot and smoky.

Margaret shrugged, "If you insist on ignoring each other's pale faces, high cheekbones, blue-green-gold eyes, straight nose bridges, and thin lips with prominent lip lines, you look really good. Nothing like it."

Two men: Is this a human language?

The French beauty smiled, "Mr. Holmes, as an English gentleman, I'm afraid you should serve me a cup of coffee now."

The eccentric consulting detective looked at her with a malicious look, "Of course."

With that said, he left the Corbusier sofa and walked into the open kitchen at 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock looked at the eyeball that fell into the coffee cup, and was about to bring it to Margo's desk, when she heard her soft and sweet voice——

"If there's anything in the coffee that shouldn't belong, I'll pour this warm black liquid over your little curly hair."

Sherlock Holmes looked at the eyeballs floating on the black liquid, and silently dumped it into the trash can.

The consulting detective replaced it with a porcelain cup and brought it back, Margaret smiled at him with satisfaction, "Little Xiali is so good today."

The consulting detective, who was flamboyant and natural, was obviously a little bit annoyed, and his beautiful eyes glared at Margo, "Shut up and drink your coffee!"

Strange, whose brown-blond hair was brushed back, looked at curly black hair, "You are really rude."

"Your eyes are cold, and the muscles between your brows are tightly wrinkled, indicating that you have a bad temper, almost mean." Sherlock sat down on the black sofa again, picked up one violin and hung it around his neck, "It seems that you are no better than me."

Margaret sipped her coffee, "Maybe men with long faces are poisonous and grumpy?"

The two stared at her again, "Shut up and drink your coffee!"

Margaret shrugged, "Ask Holmes to play the violin for me. Of course, it would be even better if Mr. Strange is willing to play the piano."

The playing duo asked to present a sideshow: Why is she always so good at setting things up?

Sherlock's expression was cold and dangerous, but a second later, the melodious and elegant Bach Violin Concerto sounded in the living room of 221B Baker Street, and then, Grumpy Qiqi walked towards the grand piano and played it expressionlessly.

The two atypically good-looking gentlemen look elegant and dangerous, so charming, so beautiful that they can almost be painted.

The mellow aroma of coffee floats in the air, blending with Bach's music, which makes people feel refreshed.

But soon, there were rhythmic footsteps coming from the downstairs stairs that only allow one person to pass through——

The visitor's pace seemed to have been strictly measured, which shows that he has excellent self-control.

In the next second, the Bach piece being played by the consulting detective in the tight purple shirt of the little two faggots turned into a terrifying and piercing sound of logging.

The head of the British secret service in a black dark pattern three-piece suit looked at his younger brother, "Sherlock, if your common sense of etiquette has not been thrown away, please be decent."

"Etiquette?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "The British government's elegant etiquette is trespassing on private houses?"

There was a reserved and elegant smile on the corner of Mycroft Holmes' mouth, "If you hadn't refused to open the door for me 370 times, breaking in would not be my best solution."

Then he was exactly the same as Sherlock, his gamma ray-like gaze scanned Strange behind the piano for a week before looking at Margot, "Miss Adjani, good day."

Margaret put down the coffee, "What? Mr. Dafu is going to bribe me to spy on Mr. Holmes again? Let me tell you in advance, my salary has increased a lot. 2000 million in three months is no longer enough to make me willing to sign with you."

As if the British government was being blackmailed, "Sorry, Miss Adjani, I have no intention of cooperating with you."

Margaret blinked, "Is it because I didn't plan or couldn't afford it?"

The British government, which was questioned about being poor, gritted its teeth and ignored her, and looked at Sherlock, "I know what you're thinking, but this medical elite born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA has nothing to do with the Sherlock Holmes family."

The consulting detective's eyes fell on the elder brother, "It seems that you have already investigated it. I am afraid that this Mr. Strange attracted your attention as early as after the Los Angeles medical forum."

For the two Mr. Holmes with superior IQs, the adverse influences since childhood, apart from the extremely high IQ far surpassing Newton, the "epoch-making genius" younger sister Olos Holmes, another little shadow is their father, Old Sherlock Holmes once cheated.

And Stephen Strange, who looks almost exactly the same as Sherlock, obviously looks like a small mistake made by old Sherlock Holmes.

However, the British government appeared at 221B Baker Street today, not for Stephen Strange, but for a dangerous person suspected of holding a "magic code that can unblock the world".

But at this moment, Mr. Strange and Margot were in Baker Street, so it was obviously not suitable for McCoff to explain his intentions.

Strange, who was almost mistaken for an illegitimate child, said, "These two Mr. Holmes, I am afraid that you have engraved your arrogance and conceit in your bones."

The British government smiled perfectly but falsely, "Mr. Strange, I'm afraid you are not far behind being arrogant."

"Sorry to bother you," Margaret crossed her legs elegantly, looking at the British government, "You secretly investigated American medical elites who have nothing to do with the British regime, and violated their privacy with power, and now even my family has a bad temper. Qiqi is unwilling to accept a single question, isn't he arrogant and conceited?"

Before the British government answered, Sherlock asked dissatisfiedly, "Your family has a bad temper? Why is this old man with a dangerous hairline?"

"Qiqi is my caring and dedicated personal doctor." Margaret had a protective expression on her face.

Mr. Strange looked haughty, like a big cat being groomed.

And the consulting detective became more and more dissatisfied, "I'm your personal chef too!"

Margaret looked calm, "You have only been my chef in Paris for less than three months, and Kiki's personal doctor has been working for two full years."

Sherlock, who was treated differently, was wronged and deformed.

"Unless—" Margo folded her arms and pondered for a second, "You go and prepare dinner for me right now, little Xiali."

Facing the French girl who didn't follow the rules at all, the consulting detective was a little dumbfounded, but Strange, who was looking like a winner just now, felt that he was on the verge of falling out of favor.

As for the British government, which has witnessed everything, it suspects that its silly younger brother has fallen victim to the black witchcraft that spread in Southeast Asia——to lower his head.

The Hollywood actress sitting on the sofa is the Wicked Witch herself.

Because he saw the mighty consulting detective in a beautiful Spencer Hart suit, walking into the kitchen and working on the foie gras.

The British Government & Grumpy Qiqi: Obsession with stardom can be scary sometimes.

The French actress sitting on the sofa was looking at the other two gentlemen in the living room, with a particularly false smile on her face, "Since you are not going to help the great Mr. Consulting Detective handle the ingredients, you might as well leave now."

The British Government & Grumpy Kiki - Is she telling me to fuck off as soon as possible? !He greeted people with a smile just now, but he turned ruthless when he turned his face. Is this a person doing things? !

Sherlock in the open kitchen is obviously in a better mood. It's not 01:30. Under the faint yellow reflection of the exquisite three-dimensional white chandelier, he raised the corner of his mouth, "Turn right when you go out, and you won't be far away."

Before the words were finished, Strange, who was always arrogant and bad-tempered, walked into the kitchen uncharacteristically, as if he was preparing to cook dinner for Margo.

Sherlock was very dissatisfied with not driving away the other party, he said coldly, "Please take out the veal steak and fish from the refrigerator."

Strange followed suit until he opened the fridge—

A human head comes to life under the cool white light inside the refrigerator.

"This is my friend Ivan," Sherlock continued, pointing to the mantelpiece, "and there's another one, Mr. Skull."

It was very different from what the detectives expected, Strange didn't look frightened at all, and said in a relaxed tone, "The specimens of the human body molds are quite well preserved, but the cutting method of the fingers next to them is not good, I miss you There is still a lot of room for improvement in surgical capabilities.”

Mr. Stephen Strange, who is known as "God's gift to the surgical community" by the outside world for his superb medical skills, has a sincere and polite smile.

Margaret in the living room looked at the British government, "Look, they seem to get along well."

Mycroft Holmes, who was holding a small black umbrella, smiled gracefully, "Your little head may have some congenital deformities."

"The fat man is really vicious," Margaret clicked her tongue, and then asked curiously, "Why don't you leave? Are you going to be busy in the kitchen too?"

The little black umbrella with hidden poisonous needles and ammunition in Mycroft's legend raised it at her——

Then he was stood next to the sofa, and the British government in a British three-piece suit walked into the kitchen with a haughty expression on his face.

Margaret clasped her hands and rested her chin——

It's really interesting to see a room full of honest men.