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

The sumptuous dinner was drawing to a close at the modest dining table in 221b Baker Street, and Margot was continuing to pour herself some raspberry brandy.

The light golden liquid swayed into the crystal glass, the crystal bubbles burst in the air, and the mellow wine fragrance wafted over.

Margot's every move has an indescribable elegance. The three men subconsciously cast their eyes on her identity, as if the French beauty in front of them is an unparalleled work of art.

Margaret raised her eyes, met her eyes, and raised her glass in a very charming gesture, "Thank you for providing this delicious meal. Tonight is really an indescribable experience for me."

She was wearing a champagne-colored one-shoulder silk dress, revealing her collarbone and a little white breast, which was a little blocked by her seaweed-like long black hair, which made the contrast even more intense, and even possessed a unique charm that made people feel captivated.

As a result, this dinner at the end made people even more reluctant, especially for Strange who was going to attend an elite dinner tonight.

A medical elite who graduated from Columbia University, he invited Margot with a stern expression, "If you don't plan to return to Los Angeles tonight, maybe you can join me in a dinner party to pass the time."

The dim light shone down and reflected on his charming pupils, like a short-haired cat that is arrogant, indifferent and clinging to its owner.

But the words of the bad-tempered Qiqi obviously aroused the dissatisfaction of a certain man who bumped into him.

Sherlock stared at the eyes, the bridge of the nose, the lips, the face, the neck, Margaret, who was all moving—

"Shooting a British Victorian movie, don't you need to fully understand the literature and basic common sense of life in this historical period? With your mediocre intelligence, I probably need to spend more than four hours for you to remember all this."

Compared with Shylock's achievements in chemistry, physics, anatomy, botany, geology, etc., his literary attainments are not profound, but he is still better than most historians in the world. A rare professional consultant.

Margaret, who was mediocre in intelligence, looked at the detective blankly, "It seems that I really appreciate your generosity?"

The consulting detective sipped his coffee, staring at her with eyes like clear gray gemstones, "It's better than attending a bloody dinner anyway."

Strange snorted lightly, "The arrogance of the British is really eye-opening."

"Facing an American who only has a doctorate in medicine and a doctorate in science, and whose intelligence is barely considered gifted, I am obviously approachable enough." The expression on the black-haired natural curly face was unusually awkward, as if he was sincerely despising the other party.

Strange raised his glass with a perfect but fake smile, "Compared to your lack of astronomical knowledge, I was fortunate enough to publish an academic paper on astrometry during my Ph.D. studies."

The brilliant Sherlock Holmes, the only one with little knowledge of astronomy: the damned American!

The British government cleared its throat and looked at the enthusiastic Margaret, its charming eyes were deep and unintelligible, "Miss Adjani, it seems interesting to appreciate this battle like an outsider?"

Margaret blinked innocently, "Mr. Daifuku, since I finished discussing salary with you, you always seem to be full of anger with me."

Then, she looked at her personal doctor before the head of the secret service who dominated Great Britain spoke again, "Honey, you know I don't like to go to party dinners, but we can agree that after you finish the week-long medical forum, Back to Los Angeles together."

For the film adaptation rights of "Fingersmith", Margo may have to stay in London for a few days.

The lights had just come on outside the window, and of course the dinner party had already begun. It was not suitable for Stephen Strange to stay any longer, after all, he had to go on stage to receive the award tonight.

The pale and stern bad-tempered Qiqi looked at the French beauty, and in front of the star-obsessed consulting detective Sherlock, he exchanged a polite and friendly farewell with the Hollywood female star.

Cheek to cheek, the French-style kissing ceremony that makes a soft kiss in the air, is not too intimate, but except for business occasions, it mostly happens between very familiar friends.

Of course, the French girl Marguerite didn't find it strange, and when Strange left 221B Baker Street, he gave the poisonous detective a sideways look full of complacency.

——They are all star chasing, and the treatment of senior fans is obviously not at 01:30.

A few minutes later, in the living room of 221B Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes sat on the black Corbusier sofa expressionlessly, staring silently at the British government in a three-piece suit.

The two were holding cigarettes, but the British government was holding a low-tar cigarette that was less harmful than ordinary tobacco. He had always had amazing self-control.

Mycroft Holmes looked at his younger brother, "Sherlock, you have become more and more like an idiot recently."

"Don't be smart, Mycroft," Detective Curly said coldly, "I'll give you 3 minutes to explain why you're here, or I'll put you on Iran's most wanted list."

Margaret on the long antique sofa—these two Mr. Holmes threatened each other, each more vicious than the other.

"I'm sorry to bother you—" Margo raised her hand, "Maybe I should avoid it immediately? Just in case I hear some confidential incident, unfortunately, I'm listed as a dangerous person by the British government, monitoring assassinations or something."

Mycroft pressed low-tar cigarettes into a glass ashtray, then wiped his fingers with a handkerchief from the pocket of his three-piece vest. "Unfortunately, this has something to do with you."

Before he could finish speaking, Sherlock's gorgeous green eyes were obviously more focused, "Mycroft, don't waste any more time, what kind of unmanageable threat has emerged in Britain? Which criminal with histrionic personality disorder claimed to be bombing again?" London, or—

"Judging from the slight frown on your brows, it's much more serious than bombing London."

Margaret: A trace of rice?One tenth of a millimeter?Normal human eyes can see a trace of wrinkles?The consulting detective is simply an anti-human setting.

His miraculous brain can deduce almost miraculous conclusions in a formula-like way through the details of other people's pupil divergence, breathing expression, etc., which are usually incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"London's terrorist threat level has been raised to the highest level," said the British government, sitting gracefully on the armchair seat, tapping its fingers rhythmically on its knees, with a deep voice, "—because 'Professor' James Murray Artie."

Margaret frowned subconsciously——this name

The slight change of expression on her face was noticed by the consulting detective in an instant.

Sherlock looked at the French girl sharply, "You know him?"

"Just a few hours ago, I'm afraid I signed an autographed photo for this person, and the other party asked me to write—to my dear James Moriarty..." Margaret felt that she might be the number one in the world. Egg.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "It's the man who blushed enough to go to the zoo to be a monkey in the coffee shop."

The head of the MI221 agent said at this time, "Miss Adjani, for your safety, it is best to live in [-]B Baker Street directly during your stay in London for a few days. This apartment is currently the most secure place in the British Empire. , surrounded by countless MI[-] agents."

He looked at Sherlock, "Moriarty was also involved in the murder that took place in the Chapel of King's College London today."

McCoff's ability in reasoning is no less than that of consulting detectives. Due to his high position, the large number of people he can dispatch, and his high sense of social responsibility, his comprehensive ability is even higher than that of Xia Xia to some extent. Locke's, so it's normal to know some information first.

"What is he in control of? A murder case is not worth your presence in front of me." Sherlock crossed his legs, his posture was casual and lazy but showed endless power.

The expression of the British government is full of the attitude of the powerful and powerful, "James Moriarty has an unprecedented criminal mind, but what is more dangerous is that he has mastered a set of computer codes, and he can open any door anywhere. , and can tamper with all private bank accounts at will, and even nuclear weapon codes, he can blow up NATO at will by typing keyboards in the underground kingdom of London."

The mature and wise Mycroft Holmes is wearing an extraordinary and time-honored British suit. This London brand founded in the [-]th century has served the royal family and the British Prime Minister for centuries, and Mycroft is obviously very honorable to them. customer of.

At this time, Mr. Holmes, the most powerful man in the British government, spoke softly, but seemed to imply murderous intentions, "A few lines of program code can make Moriarty unimpeded all over the world. This is a national event that really makes Great Britain fraught with danger."

Actress sitting on an antique sofa: With just a few words, how could she, a Frenchman, get involved with British national affairs inexplicably?

Sherlock cast his eyes on Margo, the shadow cast by his long eyelashes deepening.

The detective's gorgeous and deep voice sounded like the most elegant musical tone, "Is it because of you and me that Moriarty appeared in front of Margo?"

Faced with this sentence, the British government's usual reserved and elegant expression changed a little, "I'm afraid not."

Mycroft looked at Margaret, his face was expressionless and his voice was cold, "Moriarty seems to be her loyal fan."

Hollywood actress: "I need a cigarette right now."