[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Two hours before Donald Benson's reception, Sherlock was sitting in the living room, clasping his fingers on the armrest of the sofa.He said impatiently, "It's been 18 minutes and 29 seconds since you said you'd come out soon, Fulla, what are you doing!"

"Immediately! Immediately!" A girl's voice came from the room, followed by the sound of high heels hitting the ground.The door slams open: "Waiting for a girl to get dressed is an essential part of a date!"

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at Fulla. Fulla leaned against the door frame and posed a pose: "How about it, can I be the prom queen today!"

Sherlock stared at Fulla for three seconds, and said slowly: "First, tonight's reception is a charity auction, and there is no prom queen. Second." He looked at Fulla sincerely and said: " Do you want me to say it again, you are now the famous lady Selena who just came back from studying in Italy, not that cheating street girl, you dawdled with makeup for two hours just to splash all the makeup on your face?"

Fulla pursed her lips, stood up straight and said, "I think it's pretty good, anyway, I will make up like this."

Sherlock sighed. He looked at the pink dress that Fulla was wearing. The tube top design highlighted the girl's delicate collarbone, and the mermaid skirt design made her look even taller: "Also, you The clothes are not right, the design of the tube top and hip wrap makes your hips and breasts smaller." He simply walked over, put his hand directly under the girl's armpit, and pulled it in the middle.

"What are you doing!" Fulla jumped up, covering her chest with both hands.

Sherlock pressed Fulla's shoulders and pushed her back into the room: "You need to use the breast pads to hold you together, and then wash your face, I will remake you!"

An hour later, the newly dressed Fulla followed Sherlock into the car, ready to go to the reception at Benson's house.Sitting in the back seat of the car, she took out a small mirror and said, "Sir, I didn't expect your makeup skills to be so good!"

Sherlock drove the car and didn't reply.

Fulla leaned over and grabbed the back of the driver's seat: "Sir, I just discovered that your eye color seems to have several colors!"

Sherlock felt a burst of fragrance hit him, and he could even feel the girl's warm breath on his neck.He leaned forward a little calmly: "It's just heterochromia."

Fulla looked up at the interior rearview mirror, from which she could just see Sherlock's eyes: "It's so beautiful, it looks even better in the sunlight."

"It's just a genetic disease." Sherlock looked forward: "It's just that the pigmentation and distribution of iris tissue are different."

Fulla curled her lips and leaned back: "Sir, you are so unromantic!"

Sherlock felt that the girl had sat back in the back seat honestly, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "Before we talk about romance, let's talk about tonight's mission."

Fulla continued to hold the small mirror and said, "Isn't it just to get close to that Baroque Clifford!"

"Are you sure he is a member of the Fanning Cult?" Sherlock reconfirmed.

Fulla put down the small mirror in her hand: "I'm sure and sure! You've asked me [-] times! As long as he is the Clifford who is engaged in the research and development and sales of pharmaceuticals, he will be right!"

"Very good." Sherlock said: "At that time, we will use your poor health as an excuse to ask him about medication. I heard that he will bring his fiancee to attend this time, and you will be responsible for obtaining the fiancée's information." Good impression, it will be convenient for our next visit.”

"Yes, yes!" Fulla said impatiently, "You are really long-winded!"

When they arrived at Benson's villa, a doorman had already stepped forward to open the car door for Fulla. After Sherlock handed him the invitation, he walked into the hall holding Fulla's hand.Since the auction hadn't started yet, everyone gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, holding wine glasses.

Sherlock scanned the hall as soon as he entered.A boring aristocratic gathering, look at the man over there holding his wife's arm and talking to a middle-aged banker. He is expressing something eagerly, but he has no idea that his wife has maintained a lover relationship with the banker for at least half a year.There is also a lady on the other side who was laughed at by a young man. This girl must not know that the man in the handmade suit opposite is a professional liar who specializes in defrauding lonely rich women for money.

After scanning around, he looked back and pulled Fulla lightly: "Over there."

"Where is it?" Fulla controlled herself not to be confused by the outside of this magnificent hall, and resolutely kept aloof and could not look left and right.She followed Sherlock to a man with a beer belly: "Good evening, Mr. Clifford."

It turned out to be this fat uncle!Fulla nodded: "Good evening, Mr. Clifford, today's party is really good."

Baroque Clifford was a little puzzled, he politely returned the salute, and asked hesitantly, "Oh, I'm very sorry, but who are you?"

Fulla smiled and said, "I am Selina, the daughter of Rostavan Lun, and this is Mr. William Crouch, my housekeeper."

Barlow suddenly realized: "Oh! It turned out to be a girl from Fan Lun's family!" He raised his glass and said, "Hello, Miss Fan Lun."

Fulla took a glass of champagne from the passing waiter, and Sherlock snatched it away as soon as she got it: "I'm so sorry Mr. Clifford, my lady has some stomach problems and can't drink alcohol. I will take this glass for you." Let's go!" After speaking, he did not give the other party a chance to refuse at all, and forcibly clinked glasses and took a sip.

Miss Fan Lun was a little embarrassed, and Mr. Clifford was also a little embarrassed. Fulla gently pulled Sherlock: "What are you doing!"

Sherlock put down his glass, looking a little embarrassed: "If you drink wine, you will have a stomachache at night. If you feel bad at night, you will have a splitting headache the next day. In addition, this wine is iced , what if you get pharyngitis again after drinking it!"

Fulla hung her head, looking a little shy.

Barlow looked at Fulla, the girl in front of him looked thin, and he asked, "Miss Fan Lun, are you not in good health?"

Fulla nodded: "I have been weak and sick since I was a child, so I didn't go out to socialize often. The body that has been raised for a long time over the years is much better."

Barlow nodded: "No wonder I haven't seen you much."

Fulla continued: "Actually, I came here specifically to find you this time, Mr. Clifford. I heard that you are good at drug research and development. I want to know how this drug will affect my condition?"

Sherlock took out a medicine bottle from his pocket at the right time: "This bottle of medicine was newly opened last week. Miss thinks it's useless to take it. Can I trouble you to look at the ingredients of the medicine? Is it developed for this disease?"

Barlow picked up the medicine bottle and looked at the ingredient list: "I don't know Miss Fan Lun's specific physical condition right now, so I don't want to jump to conclusions. How about this, I'm free next Wednesday afternoon, if you want, You can come to my house and sit down, and I will look at this issue in detail."

Sherlock seemed to be relieved; "Thank you so much! Mr. Clifford, you are such a good man!"

"Honey!" The three of them were talking when a female voice suddenly came.Fulla saw a woman walking from behind Baroque Clifford. She didn't look young anymore, but her blue eyes and bright red lips exuded a sense of style.She came over and took Barlow's arm: "What are you talking about so happily?"

Ballo held the woman's hand, looking very happy: "Let me introduce, this is my fiancée Irene Pulver, this is Miss Selina Van Lun, and her housekeeper, Mr. William Crouch. "

"So it's Miss Fan Lun!" Irene Pulver held out her hand, "What a lovely little girl."

Fulla felt that the woman in front of her was a little awkward with every frown and smile, and she didn't know why she was awkward, so she quickly stretched out her hand: "Hi, Miss Pulver."

Irene's smile deepened. She held Fulla's hand and didn't let go for a long time.Until Sherlock stepped forward and pulled Fulla behind him: "Nice to meet you, Miss Pulver."

Fulla swears the moment they parted hands!The fiancée gently scratched her palm!She was a bit generous, and felt that the task of hooking up Clifford's fiancée tonight was a bit difficult. Should she sell her lust to obtain information?

Fulla listened to the greetings of the three people in front of her, but Sherlock didn't seem to intend to let him out to socialize any more, keeping her behind all the time.She looked around, a little bored, so she sneaked away, walked to the dessert table, picked up a small plate, forked a piece of cream cake and put it in her mouth.

A little sweet, but still delicious!Fulla picked up another piece of Black Forest cake, and felt that this boring reception was not so unbearable.

"Are you Miss Fan Lun?" Fulla was eating happily when someone asked suddenly.

She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, turned around gracefully, and replied with a smile: "Yes, may I ask who you are?"

In front of her was a girl in a red dress with brilliant blond hair: "My name is Grace, Grace Hammer."

Fulla searched for the surname Hammer in her mind, and stretched out her right hand: "I have read Mr. Hammer's works, the mystery of the disappearance of the gem in the green forest, and the murder case in room [-], which are very well written. "

Miss Grace looked a little happy: "Oh, my father likes to write something, you know, he turned out to be a professor in the Department of Literature." She blinked: "That tall gentleman is your boyfriend ?"

Fulla followed Grace's gaze: "No, no, he is my housekeeper and bodyguard."

"Really?" Grace smiled like a little fox: "I don't think so. The gentleman has been staring at you since you entered the door. After you left him, although he was talking to Mr. Clifford, but And always look at you from time to time." She leaned closer to Fulla: "I think he likes you!"

Fulla complained wildly in her heart, why is the daughter of the famous writer Reagan Hammer such a gossip king!She blushed a little: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Grace chuckled and said, "Oh, you're still blushing! It's a good thing someone likes you! Seriously, he's so handsome!"

Fulla laughed twice, the beauty of the girl is a mystery, how handsome is this long face!But she remembered the way Sherlock put on her makeup before, especially those eyes, staring at her meticulously, and the hem of the coat he brought up when he walked fast, and wrapped under his suit pants and shirt. long legs and abs.Fulla nodded seriously: "That's right!"

Grace seemed to know some little secret, she poked Fulla, then pointed to Sherlock secretly: "But you have to be careful, look, that woman is Mr. Clifford's fiancée, it is said that this Women are very skilled. I heard that Mr. Clifford had countless conflicts with his daughter because of her, but she was eaten to death by her! Look! She keeps smiling at your housekeeper. Oops, laughing like this is really pissing me off!"

Fula laughed awkwardly, the girl was so angry, she didn't know that she thought her boyfriend was seduced by the fiancée and left.She looked at Sherlock indifferently, and the more she looked, the weirder she felt: Although there were three people chatting, no matter how you looked at it, she felt that Mr. Clifford was a bit redundant?

The author has something to say:

Barlow Clifford: It's a movie of three people, but I still can't have a name~~

That's right, this Irene is the Irene you think of!I let her out to do something!I hope she can successfully complete the mission entrusted to her by the author - the emotional promoter of the hero and heroine!

It seems that the consequences of writing collapse can be expected:

Author: Fulla!Fulla where are you going!

Fulla took Irene's hand: I'm sorry, but I decided to be with Irene!