Boyfriend Agency [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

After the events of Moriarty, Baker Street seems to have temporarily returned to peace.

Sherlock began to be bored at home again, torturing the poor wall, waiting for the case to come to him automatically.

Occasionally Inspector Lestrade would come to Sherlock with a few cases, but Sherlock rejected them all because he was extremely bored and had no reason for difficulty.

John went out on a date again this day, and Mrs. Hudson went on a trip, so Luna was entrusted to take care of Sherlock who was staying at home and cook him a meal, so that the big detective would not stay at home alone and starve.

And Inspector Lestrade happened to visit, and was rejected by Sherlock again.But because Luna was there, the poor inspector could take a break and drink some tea.

"Inspector Lestrade, how are you doing?"

Lestrade drank the tea from his cup, his haggard face and dark circles under his eyes showing his recent fatigue.

"Although I want to answer that I'm fine, but obviously, I'm very busy and haven't slept well for several days, thank you for being here, Miss Luna, otherwise I wouldn't dare to expect Sherlock to pour me tea. "

Lestrade complained to Luna.

"There have been a lot of cases recently. There is a case where a high school girl was killed and thrown away. No clues have been found yet. I came here this time to ask Sherlock for help, but Sherlock refused me."

As he said that, Inspector Lestrade took out his mobile phone and showed Luna the photo of the victim.

After all, Luna is also a famous psychologist, so she might be able to help him.

The body was thrown in the river, and when it was found, it had been soaked beyond recognition, and basically there were no particularly useful clues.

In the beginning, they were all photos taken at the scene. The body of Chiguo, a girl by the river bank, was swollen from soaking water, looking horrible and pitiful.

And the last photo is the photo of the girl before her death.

The blond-haired high school girl was wearing a school uniform, smiling brightly.

Luna was slightly taken aback when she saw the other person's face.

This was clearly the girl she had predicted would be killed by William in the future.

William was obviously dead, but so was the girl.

Seeing that Luna was stunned, Lestrade thought that Luna had discovered something, and immediately stared at Luna expectantly, hoping that the other party could give him some useful information.

Sherlock, who was not interested in the case at first, glanced at Luna, who was serious, and Lestrade, who was staring straight at Luna.

After closing the phone interface where he was typing, Sherlock quickly found relevant information about the case.

"Obviously, this girl is a social butterfly. She uses her innocent high school status as a weapon to get around several men at the same time, and then uses their money to satisfy her own vanity. When the other party proposes to break up, she will use seduction... Threatening the other party on the grounds of raping minors, so as to obtain a large amount of breakup fees."

Sherlock, who checked out the case information with his mobile phone, said with a mocking smile.

"And she has almost perfectly maintained the image of a well-behaved top student in the eyes of outsiders. To be honest, she is much smarter than those goldfish-headed agents under you, but she is not smart enough, so she is using low-level threats. She was murdered by her lover when she was in bed, and now you can go and find out whose card the luxury goods in her room were paid for. Goodbye, I won’t give it away.”

Although Sherlock's tone was not good, Lestrade went back to investigate the case happily, leaving only Luna sitting there silent.

"Your thoughts are disturbing me!"

Sherlock continued to tap on the screen. When Luna was silent for 3 minutes, he looked up at the other party and protested dissatisfied.

"Feel sorry."

Luna stood up.

"Then I'm going home to think about it now."

"Why don't you ask me about things you don't understand? After all, the questions that stump you may not stump me."

Sherlock looked at the phone without looking up and said, if it wasn't for the two of them in the room, Luna would have thought that Sherlock had said this to her phone.

"No, there is no need to bother our big detective with some small problems."

Luna walked to the sofa to get the coat she had put on the back of the sofa, and Sherlock grabbed her wrist.

Sherlock stared directly at Luna.

"You know that girl? Or know some information about the girl. You are surprised by her death, but not sadly surprised, just surprised by the fact that she will die."

Luna could clearly see doubts flickering in Sherlock's bright eyes that seemed to be glowing.

"What makes you so sure she won't die? Or shouldn't die?"

Luna stared at the floor, listening to Sherlock's question, smiled helplessly.

"You're right, I shouldn't rashly judge who will die and who will not die."

It was like William, whom she judged to be a murderer, died unexpectedly. She felt that the girl had escaped a catastrophe and would not die.

One mistake was a coincidence, so what was the second mistake?

In addition to her recent loss of control, her abilities are no longer 100% accurate.This made Luna's heart flustered, and before Sherlock could continue asking, she suddenly hugged Sherlock.

Sherlock was caught off guard and hugged tightly. Before he could digest the soft touch in his arms, he was dazzled by the elegant fragrance of Luna's body and the warm breath evenly sprayed on his exposed neck skin.

At this moment, Sherlock's mind was frozen by all kinds of information flooding in.

In order to get back to normal operation, Sherlock had to clear out the less important information, leaving the most important.

This cleaning process only takes three seconds. After three seconds, the most important information that appeared in Sherlock's mind is:

She is restless.

So what should he do?

Push her away like before?

Still maintaining a stiff posture, Sherlock, who raised his hands, quickly relaxed.Then he hugged Luna in his arms, and gently stroked Luna's smooth long hair with his slender fingers.

He was comforting her.

The author has something to say: Good night, okay!