[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 11 The Hungry Sherlock

The time given by Mycroft was five days, but on the afternoon of the third day, Mia had already made things very close.

She decided to suspend work and take two days off.

You must know that if the task given to you by the employer is too good, getting appreciation is just one of the insignificant rewards. The important thing is that he will only give you a more difficult job next time.

Mia didn't want to be a bureaucrat like McCaughey after that, so she threw away the work at hand, made a cup of black tea, prepared a few pastries, and lay comfortably on the chaise longue to enjoy the time.

Rhett called again, but this time it wasn't her personal contact number.

"Hey, handsome boy, are you in any trouble?"

It has been four or five days since she read Rhett a bedtime reading in the British Museum, and Rhett hasn't called or sent any messages. Presumably, his insomnia symptoms should have improved a lot.

Moreover, it should be working hours in the United States now, so I am afraid it will be another difficult case.

"Mia, we are now dealing with a case in Minnesota. For two consecutive months, a girl disappeared every Friday. She has similar hair color, eyeballs, age and appearance."

"Missing, you mean there is no body?" Mia noticed Rhett's wording, "The murderer will look for a victim with specific characteristics. It is usually an emotional transfer to a real admirer around him, but generally speaking, once the murderer finds The next goal is bound to destroy the previous one."

"Yes, this kind of situation has made the initial investigation more difficult. It is difficult for us to give a correct profile without seeing the body and not being sure whether the victim is still alive, and the reason why I called you It's because the murderer brought back the body of the last missing girl this morning."

"Send it back?" The crime process of every abnormal serial killer is always so incredible, and when you find out the root cause, you will feel it is reasonable. This is the job of a profiler.

"Yes, on the bed where he took the girl, she was still wearing the original clothes, strangled to death, without cruelty or any form of sexual assault. And the autopsy report showed that her internal organs were once Taken out but put back in again."

"From the murderer's behavior, he put the deceased back to the place where he took her in the first place. He used the fastest fatal method without any extra damage. It can be seen that this is a manifestation of his love. This kind of love There is no fantasies about erotic | lust, just liking, he even took out a part of her body first and took it for himself. This is not liking for a lost lover or object of admiration, more like... ..."

"Family?" Rhett asked.

"Yes, and he only sent this one girl back. There must be something about her that doesn't meet his needs."

"She's sick. She's not healthy anymore. So she can't meet the murderer's request." Mia and Rhett were engrossed in the case, and she didn't even know when Sherlock also entered the house and participated in their discussion.

"Yes, the autopsy report showed that she had lung cancer, and her lungs had begun to develop disease." Reid responded to Sherlock's conclusion, and then asked, "Mia, are you with someone else? How would he know... ..."

Mia was also a little surprised looking at Sherlock who was sitting across from him, took a cup for himself and poured a cup of black tea.

"The news of this case has been reported a long time ago." Sherlock had an ignorant expression on his face, "I happened to pass by your door just now and heard some. I'm just stating my inference."

"Red, I'm just dealing with some private matters with a friend here, but his opinion can indeed be referred to." Mia turned her gaze to Sherlock again, "You just said the murderer's request, what are you referring to?"

"eat, he ate them." While saying this, Mia saw Sherlock take a bite of the cheesecake.

"Well, I have to admit that it's true that a sociopathic freak is more likely to get close to the idea of ​​a murderer."

Fortunately, Mia never thought that she was such a normal person, otherwise she would probably choose to keep a distance from the detective in front of her from now on, and she continued to pick up the phone.

"The murderer you are looking for is a middle-aged man. He should have a daughter who looks similar to the deceased in the case. Their family relationship is very harmonious, and this girl will leave him in the near future. These clues should be enough."

"Yes, Mia, thank you. Um... that..." The official business was over, but Rhett still hesitated to speak.

"What?" Mia probably understood Rhett's concerns, got up and walked to the balcony temporarily, "There is no one now, you can say, Rhett."

"I heard from Hozner that you will leave the bau to work in the department in New York?"

"Yes, this time when I come back from London, I will go directly to New York."

"Is it the reason above? Or is it because..." Reid really didn't dare to ask, he was worried that it was because Mia didn't get along well with Bua's colleagues.

"Although part of it is due to the transfer from above, but in fact... there are also some personal factors. Don't worry about my handsome guy. I will return to bau if I have the chance. Besides, even if I can't get along with you all day and night in Quantico, But we are still friends, aren’t we? Now that the traffic is so developed, New York and Quantico are not that far away. As long as we have free time, we can get together. At that time, I can still watch movies with you, or search for all kinds of wonderful things together. reasoning books."

"Although this is the case, without you, I still feel, um... well, I wish you a happy new job in advance."

"Don't be like this, my dear, I will be heartbroken if you miss me so much. I chose gifts for you all in London. If time permits, I will still go to say goodbye to you in person."

Speaking of colleagues in bua, Mia actually has a good relationship with each of them, but she is especially fond of this young doctor, perhaps because he is so simple, and getting along with him is always so simple and pure, Relax.So much so that Mia always showed a little tenderness in front of him.

"Okay, see you later."

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After hanging up the phone, Mia returned to her room and found that the afternoon tea she had carefully prepared was almost eaten up.

"Sherlock, why didn't I know you could eat so many sweets at once?"

Sherlock's attention was still on the last piece of chocolate cake on the plate in front of him, "I haven't eaten since morning."

Ha ha……

Blame me!

"The last dinner was a bet I lost to you. I don't think I'm obligated to prepare three meals a day for you, and there are enough ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen. You can make your own."

"Those are not as delicious as what you make." He is not stupid, he refuses to eat the delicacies, and wants to make those fast food products by himself to torture his stomach.

In fact, he just went to the kitchen to get a box of instant pasta and stuffed it into the microwave, but when he thought of the paella that night, he threw all the noodles into the trash after just one mouthful.

"..." Is this treating yourself as a cook?

She will never cook for any man in this life.What's more, this person in front of him has an expression on his face that you should cook because you are good at cooking. He doesn't have the attitude that you should have when asking for help!

"Then be hungry!" Mia turned and left unceremoniously.

Mia had only taken two steps when she felt someone grab her wrist and pull it back. If it wasn't for sure that Sherlock was the only one in the room who could do this, her instinctive reaction at this moment was probably to buckle it backwards. Turning the opponent's hand is a roundabout kick.

Mia turned around, "Is there anything else?"

According to Sherlock's plan, the other party should fall backwards when he pulls her so hard, and he can naturally hug this woman and kiss her.

However, it seems that he forgot to calculate the force value of this woman in his plan.

Of course, these little accidents can't affect Sherlock's determination, he still took a quick step forward, cupped the other's cheek and gave a passionate kiss.

It must be admitted that Sherlock's kissing skills are very good. For a moment, Mia's body trembled like an electric shock, and her thinking also stagnated.

She subconsciously responded to the other party, her lips and tongue were entangled, and her body became closer and closer unconsciously.

The taste of chocolate cake still remained in Sherlock's mouth, with a subtle sweetness and cocoa aroma, which made Mia feel that the kiss was even more delicious. She put her hands around the other's neck and pulled him closer to herself. Close to each other, the fiery breath lingered in the ears of the two of them.

Sherlock's palm slid all the way, stroking her back and then her slender waist. The temperature of the palm penetrated through the thin fabric, and the fire in Mia's body was almost ignited.

She began to realize that she seemed to have been single for too long. When she was 20 years old, she entered the university and started studying. It took less than seven years to complete the study from undergraduate to double doctorate. Then she joined the fbi and practiced many times in New York. A year later, she was transferred to Bau again, and followed Bau colleagues to handle cases across the country. She just turned 30 this year, and she almost forgot that she is also a woman with normal needs.

Even if Sherlock is inexperienced, he doesn't have the instinct to be a man, but he has more important purpose.

So he whispered in Mia's ear at this moment when Mia was almost in a trance, "In the future, I will cook twice."

"Hmm~" Mia replied vaguely.It was only after the voice came out that his sanity barely recovered.

She suddenly pushed Sherlock away, panting, "What did you just say?"

Sherlock just smiled, with an expression that you already know and can't go back on your word.

"No! Shame!"

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At dinner time, Mia was cutting chicken in the kitchen, thinking about a hundred ways to kill Sherlock.

Like putting some laxatives in that dinner he's about to eat, or sneaking some itch powder on the sheets in his bedroom.

Of course, Mia didn't bother to do these low-level things, but when she thought of the man who was making her teeth itch with hatred at the moment, she felt that even if he was low-level, would he still need to care about the method?

Dinner was chicken stuffed with red wine, onion soup and rice.

The red wines sent by McCoff are of course tens of thousands of pounds of high-quality goods. Although it is a bit wasteful to cook chicken, I have to admit that the moment the chicken comes out of the pot, the intoxicating aroma of red wine and the combination of various seasonings in the room are simply amazing. People can't control their saliva.

Mia could already imagine Sherlock's impatient expression.

Delicious food comes first, Sherlock, who has been hungry for a day, is of course a little impatient, but he didn't move the knife and fork immediately, but just looked at Mia.

Of course Mia understood Sherlock's concerns. She cut a small piece of chicken and put it in her mouth, and then drank a spoonful of soup before pushing the two dinner plates in front of Sherlock.

"Don't worry, I poisoned you to death here, the brother of the British government will not let me walk out of London alive."

Sherlock finally began to enjoy his long-awaited dinner.

After a hearty meal, Sherlock took the initiative to clean up the dishes and throw them into the dishwasher, and cleaned the table by the way.

This was probably a kind of guilt he felt for the dinner he cheated today with less than legitimate means.

Although, Mia didn't appreciate it.

Mia went to the bedroom to take a shower while Sherlock was tidying up, washed away the smell of oily smoke, and then specially changed into a red lace suspender nightdress, wearing nothing but a pair of thongs.

When Sherlock saw Mia standing in front of his bedroom dressed like this, he swallowed subconsciously, and his body began to move restlessly.

"Honey~" Mia came over and kissed Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Sherlock smelled the perfume on her neck, which was a bit pungent, but he still couldn't help but grabbed Mia who was about to get up, put his arms around her, straddled him, and kissed back other side.

After tossing and turning, after experiencing two such tests in one day, Sherlock finally hugged the other party to the bed.

Mia took off his top, his kiss extended from the other party's lips to the smooth shoulders, and then to the sexy collarbone...

then……

Sherlock finally felt that something was wrong.

He moved his arm and found that his right wrist was handcuffed to the head of the bed.

Mia wiped her wet lips and got off the bed from him.

"Mia!" Sherlock growled, he pulled his right hand, and the whole bed creaked, what kind of tricks does this woman want to play.

"Hush! Detective, although the neighborhood is relatively quiet, there are still bodyguards sent by your brother at the door. Do you want to call them to rescue you?"

"...Damn it, what do you want to do?" The man who burned his body probably couldn't get better.

"Detective, I know you have many ways to unlock these handcuffs, but this latest one is a fingerprint lock made by me. I think at least until tomorrow morning, you can only do this." Mia was pinched all over. In a wrinkled nightgown, she walked out with graceful steps, and said, "Don't think I'm just such a low-level drug in the meal, my lipstick, perfume, everything is enough for you to enjoy this wonderful At night, I heard that a man's left hand is their most loyal lover..."