[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

Fight and escape?No, no, it's too bad, isn't it?

Moriarty and Sherlock are currently in the third round of the game. In order not to be discovered by Sherlock before the final round, so that his actions will not be restrained, he can even use his mobile phone to send text messages.

Gu Yan lowered his head and edited the text message and asked Mycroft about the progress of Moriarty's evidence collection and network collection.The result is really not as expected.

Humming the theme song of Mission: Impossible softly, Gu Yan quickly changed to "Theory of Human Understanding", like a child peeking at his phone in class, using the cover of the book to increase his reading speed to the maximum, and quickly The various research reports and drawings spread out on the table were scanned into his mind.

Relying on this rambunctious memory and reading speed, Gu Yan frantically took a peek at Xiao Ban.Relying on the screaming and roaring of the Egyptian prince when he sensed the idol approaching, Gu Yan adjusted his expression in time and leaned against the armrest of the sofa, tapping the floor with his toes happily. When Moriarty returned to the study, he snapped the book shut. With twinkling eyes, she looks like a girl who can't wait.

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"Fu.ck!" Moriarty, who has been sipping black tea and watching Gu Yan maintain cultural relics, and occasionally flirts gracefully, suddenly unplugs his earphones, gets up irritably and walks around the living room, chanting nervously.

"Stupid woman."

"Forget it, just treat it as a halftime surprise, I hope you like this little firework, my dear..."

"I can't wait to see your expression when you know the final prize."

"Then now." Moriarty turned to Gu Yan, with cruel eyes, "We're going to change the place for afternoon tea."

"If I don't want to?" Gu Yan is very familiar with this madman's moodiness, and he still has the desire to tease him.

Moriarty took the notebook next to him, tapped a few times to read a surveillance screen: "I think this cute kid is going to heaven to accompany that lady just now."

Gu Yan stared at the picture of the child for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at Moriarty, who had dropped his disguise a long time ago, his gloomy eyes flickering with madness: "I don't like people who are too smart."

Gu Yan is not sure whether Moriarty got the news of her pregnancy, or discovered her love for children during her last trip to France.But it is indeed a valid threat.

[The window is tall and narrow, and is a basement transom.

You can see the London Eye in the background, near the banks of the Thames, according to the size ratio... the distance is 2 to 2.5 kilometers.

There are paint buckets, wood saws, and planks on the side.Building material company warehouse.

No, no, no, the paint brand is a small company that accepts color customization, and there is not much stock for each material, so it is the warehouse of an interior design company. ]

"You are analyzing the place where this child is being held." Moriarty seemed to have discovered something very interesting, his expression was no longer restless, he circled around Gu Yan like a child, and leaned close to Gu Yan's neck Sniff lightly on the side, with an infatuated smile,

"It's the same taste. I like it.

From the time I threatened you to now, you only cared about the child's situation, and you didn't feel any sadness or anxiety about the dead woman I revealed.

Well hidden, little girl. "

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On the other hand, the investigation of Sherlock and Watson is not going so smoothly. The case is not difficult, but they are in crisis due to the hired professional killer - Stone Giant.

In the dim celestial theater, only the screen that was showing the textbook was emitting light. The stone giant punched Sherlock's celestial cap in the darkness, and covered his mouth and nose while he was dizzy for a few seconds.The dizziness from lack of oxygen came faster during the struggle.The grip of the professional killer's hands is extremely strong, even if an adult male like Sherlock, who is good at fighting, struggles with all his strength, he still doesn't seem to break free in the slightest.

"Let him go." Watson raised his gun and pointed at the unusually tall professional killer with fierce eyes.

The stone giant only glanced sideways when he heard the movement, and pulled Sherlock's body in front of him with force. The shaking and struggling of the two made it impossible to shoot the head.

After the pistol was thrown, Watson simply hung a koala from a tree, twisted his neck with both hands, and used physical attacks to rescue Sherlock who was on the verge of suffocation.

The murderer immediately gave up the strangulation, and disappeared after a few dodges.

The two hurried to the art gallery, and Sherlock immediately wrote a blog to announce the reason for the case-an oil painting on display with an estimated value of 3000 million pounds, which was a counterfeit.

When the call came in, the little boy didn't say where he was, but he could only hear his restless and short breathing.

After a while of silence where the cat was teasing the mouse, the trembling voice began to count down

"10, 9..."

"Why is this painting a fake, tell me! Where!" Sherlock asked the gallery director who was still pretending to be stupid, with a harsh voice.But he immediately vetoed it in the next second, "No, shut up, I must have figured it out myself.

It must be obvious where the evidence is.How did Woolbridge find out..."

The sight sweeps across the small windows, the sky, the woods, and various small details in the oil painting.

"7, 6..."

"Hurry up, Sherlock!"

"Time is running out."

"5, 4..."

"Genius, aha, in the planetarium." Sherlock suddenly slapped both hands and turned around in a circle, "Oh, it's so brilliant, so wonderful."

"3"

"What cleverness?" Lestrade stared at the excited Sherlock who stuffed it into his hand, and the mobile phone that kept sending out the countdown, and his nervous voice was distorted by his untimely excitement, "Sherlock!"

"Van Buren's supernova." Sherlock snatched the phone at the last second with a smug smile, "The so-called Van Buren supernova only appeared in 1858. How could it appear in the works of the 17s?"

Lestrade rushed to rescue the little boy, Watson was summoned by Mycroft to investigate the leakage of the national defense plan, and Sherlock stayed and continued to interrogate the head of the art gallery, trying to get some information about Moriarty.

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Watson thought of something before leaving, turned around and took two steps forward to pat Sherlock on the shoulder, with a gratified old lady smile on his face: "I'm glad to see this side."

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock stared at Watson strangely, disgusted by this overly kind smile.

"Just now you were quite nervous that the child was alive."

Watson thought it was Sherlock being arrogant again, and he was unwilling to admit his kindness, "Don't be shy to admit it, you will start to like children when you have children. This is normal, Sherlock."

"I, yes, child?" Who is Sherlock? During the few seconds of repeating each word, his mind replayed Gu Yan's recent behavior, menstrual cycle, and the chat that was interrupted by the explosion two days ago. .

"On Monday, Gu Yan went to your place for a physical examination." Some small things that he didn't pay attention to before concatenated a huge surprise.

"Yes, she hasn't told you yet?" Watson also understood, covered his face and groaned in annoyance, "No, what did I do. She told me that she would find a chance to tell you.

Then at the end of this incident, what she told you, no matter what, please pretend to be surprised and pleasantly surprised.

Shut up and don't ask why.Well, I have to go to the train station. "

Resolutely throwing away Sherlock's follow-up clichés, Watson who left the scene still has a military demeanor.

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I clicked on a paper on the effects of pregnancy on body hormones, and when I was about to finish reading it, two text messages were sent to Sherlock's phone.

[surprise. M]

[A Back View.jpg]

"Damn."

Sherlock clicked on the photo.A slender figure with soft blond hair slid down her shoulders and hung down to her chest, revealing only a small piece of white neck and two slightly raised cervical vertebrae. It must be top-notch to the touch.

The irritable emotions rushed to the face, tearing apart the calm and rationality in the past.Sherlock looked at the person in charge of the art gallery who was guarded by two police officers not far away, and entered the data reflected on her limbs into her brain, calculating her degree of resistance to stress and the maximum amount of blood loss.

"I won't follow you this time, Sherlock, I have a client in the next two days."

"Why do I like you so much?"

"Green will let you know when this is over. Remember to show surprise. I'm going to the train station first."

"I didn't expect a freak like you to have a girlfriend."

All kinds of chaotic voices echoed in my ears.

I went to the train station first.

train station

Battersea Station - Mycroft's Defense Program Leaks - Memory Stick!

"So that's it. All the tricks are to confuse my sight, so that I don't have time to take care of Mike's case." Sherlock, who finally saw the whole context of the incident, quickly walked out of the art gallery and went to the last case location.

"Emotion is the most useless thing, Sherlock. It interferes with your reason."

"Think carefully. Don't let me see you in a stupid situation later, Sherlock." Mycroft's previous warning seemed like some kind of unfortunate prophecy.

He must be calm.must.

【old Town】

"That's right, this is the place." Moriarty's soft voice carried some lazy complaints, "You're too slow, my patience is running out, baby."

Sherlock saw many people standing on the top of a seven-story building in the distance. A man faced him, made a gentleman's salute, and then turned his head and said something to the blond woman standing on the other side of the roof.

The woman turned her back to the crowd, brushed her wind-torn hair, and looked at the scenery downstairs.

"I suddenly want to change my mind." The phone didn't hang up, the man made a gesture, and the mercenaries on the roof immediately pointed their guns at the blonde woman.

More than a dozen guns, a roof with no shelter.

Sherlock's gray-green eyes stared at the golden figure on the roof, and his voice was in a negotiating tone: "The memory stick you want is here with me, you should think about it."

Without giving the two of them time to discuss and chat, the blond woman jumped off the building without hesitation and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Sherlock didn't know how many seconds passed after that, but he only remembered that he hadn't run a few steps when there was a "bang" sound from the back of the small building as a heavy object hit the roof of the car.

For the first time, he discovered that people's five senses can be so sharp.The dust floating in the air, the chaotic heartbeat in the ear, the arc of golden hair, and all kinds of useless information in a mess exploded into my mind.Like a computer virus, it blocked the non-stop thinking of the past and was forced to sleep. .

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"You're starting to look like those stupid ordinary people, Sherlock."

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Let's feel the adrenaline rush of watching people jump off a building

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