[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter No. 16?

"Fuck! Sherlock, how did you get in here!"

At that time, Sherlock was facing Mia sideways. He was wearing a hotel waiter's coat, and there was a dining car coming from the corridor. It was unknown which tenant's dinner had suffered.

He turned his head when he heard Mia's exclamation, and was stunned for a moment.

He also imagined whether he would see the same sexy and hot suspender skirt as the last night when he broke in like this, or if he was wearing nothing but a loose pajamas, but he didn't expect it to be like this the scenery...

33...24...35...

Sherlock couldn't help but calculate the relevant data.

It seems that it is more interesting than wearing clothes.

However, on her fair and smooth skin, there was actually a large scar on the side of her waist. It could be seen that she had undergone surgery to remove the scar, and the injury was probably so deep that it still left obvious marks.

It seems that this scar has been around for some years, it seems to be before she entered the fbi.

Mia was just surprised at first, after all, even if Sherlock broke into her room on purpose, she wouldn't plan to see her...

But right now his naked|naked|naked eyes made Mia angry.

"Damn it, Sherlock, what are you looking at?"

How about a good gentleman?

Does this man know nothing about seeing no evil!

"I think it is also a kind of compliment to be able to appreciate beautiful things without shy away."

Anyway, Sherlock has watched it all, and Sherlock doesn't want to deny that he actually enjoyed watching it, if he can go further...

It's even better!

Mia was a little annoyed, she seemed to have forgotten the situation in front of her, and kicked towards the opponent's abdomen with her leg raised.

Sherlock's reaction was not slow, he blocked the opponent's attack as soon as he raised his hand. After a few moves, Mia didn't have much advantage and had to give up.

But Sherlock did not forget to add fuel to the flames. With a smug smile, he pointed at the other party with his eyes, "Just now... you raised your legs a bit high."

"Get out!" The answer was Mia's punch, hitting the door directly...

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A quarter of an hour later, Mia was fully dressed and sat at the dining table to enjoy the dinner that Sherlock ordered from the hotel waiter, while Sherlock was obediently standing by the side serving her wine.

Oh yes, he also has half a cotton ball stuffed in his nose and a dark circle under his eye.

Of course, it's not because Sherlock felt guilty because she saw something she shouldn't, it's because Mia has sworn that today you won't make Her Majesty the Queen feel comfortable, so she immediately tore up her passport and bought a plane ticket back to the United States .

Don't think that your brother from the British government can do much, whether it's smuggling in disguise and using fake |document|documents, or directly negotiating with the US consulate as the fbi, in short, she has a way to leave London, no one can Don't try to stop her.

"Although the steaks in this hotel are made of good materials, the cooking skills are a bit poor." Although Mia was hungry all day, she threw down the knife and fork before eating half of the unsatisfactory food.

She looked at Sherlock, who had been staying aside all this time, with a fairly sincere attitude, raised her hand and knocked on the countertop, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

Sherlock frowned, even though he was reluctant, he turned around resignedly and made a cup of coffee.

Half sugar, no milk, although this great detective's emotional intelligence is not high enough, fortunately, his memory and observation skills are very reliable.

Mia drank a few sips. The quality of the coffee in the five-star hotel was not as good as that made by herself, but it was still acceptable. She leaned on the back of the chair and twisted her sore neck. If you bow your head and polish the diamonds, you will suffer from cervical spondylosis.

Sherlock walked over spontaneously this time and massaged her shoulders.

"Hmm..." Mia couldn't help humming comfortably, "Sherlock, I didn't expect you to be good at your craft."

Sherlock didn't know why he did this, but seeing her very tired, thinking of seeing her working hard in the laboratory every day these days, he felt a little distressed for no reason.

Mia didn't know when she fell asleep with her head tilted against him, Sherlock carried her to the bed, and gently tucked her into the quilt.

The quality of her sleep has not been very good. The high-intensity work and irregular work and rest in the FBI, from Quantico to London, the hotel, the police station, the villa prepared by McCaw, and the frequent changes of living places are even more frustrating. Difficulty sleeping.

In fact, Sherlock saw it all.

There were very few women involved in his 30+ year life.

In the past, Jasmine liked him. It's not that he didn't know it, but at that time he never thought that he would accept a relationship. Love, a life-wasting thing, was never in this great detective's life plan.

Later he had a crush on Irene, that beautiful, intelligent, drug-like woman.

But their completely different lives made them choose to part ways.

This one in front of me...

Sherlock didn't know how to describe it.

They will also have moments of sparks of thought, talking with her about the case, almost needless to say, and every time there will be new gains.In other times, she would be like an ordinary woman, sitting at the dining table to share delicious food, and gossip with him all kinds of non-nutritive gossip.

She has a strong personality and independent ability. It seems that nothing can trouble her, but she is the most soft-hearted person at every critical moment.

They have confronted and competed with each other many times, whether it is a prank or a prank, she has a good sense of proportion.

She has never made unreasonable troubles to make people annoying, nor does she feel that she should be treated preferentially and taken care of just because she is a woman, and she will not let her personal likes and dislikes affect her work status.

It's just perfect.

And all these perfections made Sherlock feel distressed.

She has a decent job, excellent ability, beautiful appearance, and even her personality is impeccable.

A real person should not be like this.

He hoped that she would deliberately dress up like Jasmine and wear a low-cut skirt, shyly attempting to ask him to spend Christmas with him, or like Irene, who would send text messages to tease him tirelessly, willing to spend her life Chips had an unforgettable encounter with him.

Even a man as shrewd as Mycroft will have a side that pokes at his weakness and loses control of his emotions.

And Mia, whether she is happy, angry or shy, suppresses her emotions very well.

Sherlock wasn't sure what made her what she was today, was it an injury she had suffered?I still saw too many bloody and cruel scenes in the fbi.

Her heart is obviously so enthusiastic and full of vitality, but she shows a calm and self-control look.

Sherlock couldn't help being curious and wanted to explore...

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Mia slept until the morning of the next day, and Sherlock leaned on the sofa next to him all night for the first time, so that when Mia opened her eyes in a daze, she thought she was still in McCaw In the villa prepared by the husband.

"Sherlock, don't tell me you just sat here all night?"

The heavy curtains were drawn in the room, but she could still see the light outside through a little gap.

Sherlock avoided the important point, "You fell asleep before you told me the identity of that person."

"..." Mia looked at the ceiling helplessly, "Sherlock, is there anything in your life other than investigating cases?" Will you die if you say something nice?Great detective!

"Those are boring."

"Okay!" Mia got up and found the phone and threw it to Sherlock, "The information is inside, so I don't need to tell you the password of my phone?"

"Ah."

When Mia said this, she heard the sound of the phone unlocking. She yawned and turned to the bathroom to freshen up. By the way, she asked the room service to deliver two breakfasts.

When Mia came out, Sherlock was on the phone with Mycroft, probably talking about that Vincent O'Connor, but when she said the last few words, she clearly saw Sherlock suddenly Serious look.

"Sherlock, he's back," said Mycroft.

"Is it true, or is it just another silly rumor?" Over the years, news about Moriarty's death has spread from time to time, but in the end it was all considered to be the mysteries of some self-righteous criminals.

"I'm afraid it's true this time."

"I'll keep an eye out."

After hanging up the phone, Mia beckoned him over to have breakfast, and Sherlock saw a note when he opened the plate.

"?k."

"Shit, who sent this?" Sherlock stood up from his chair, holding the note.

"Huh? The waiter brought you breakfast, what are you holding?" Mia didn't seem to understand what happened.

"How long has he been gone?"

"Just when you hung up."

"Damn it, put down the knife and fork, and don't touch anything on this table! Pack up your things and leave here immediately."

Shouting this, Sherlock opened the door and chased him out...

[Da da da, after watching the movie, I... made the plot like this... Aww]