[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Sherlock felt that his roommate was very strange, she was definitely not just stupid.

she is very stupid...

Usually always look frivolous, dear come, dear go, she doesn't care if he doesn't respond and doesn't cooperate, she is still active in molesting.Today he suddenly cheered up and cooperated with her, but she suddenly became dull again.

"Stupid." Thin lips parted slightly, and Sherlock spit out a word expressionlessly.

Being scolded for no reason, the little fox is also confused and doesn't know what he did wrong.But for the brain that loves better than others, the first reaction it gives is: "Yeah, I'm just stupid, otherwise how could I fall in love with you, dear detective."

"Liar." Sherlock still commented lightly.

"No, I mean it." The little fox picked up the short-sleeved shorts and went into the bathroom to wash and change clothes.

"What about Jim Brook?" Sherlock continued to ask out of some mentality.

"Of course I really like it." The little fox replied while removing her makeup.

Sherlock moved his legs and changed his posture: "A woman with a heart."

"Don't say that, I only love Jim's body, and I am the soul that loves you." The little fox washed his face, put on home clothes and walked out of the bathroom: "As long as you accept me, I will not take care of you." Someone else." She kicked off her slippers and climbed onto the bed to sit face to face with Sherlock by the window.

Sherlock, who still lacks knowledge in this area, didn't know what to do next. He turned his head away and put the cup in his hand on the small convenient table: "Let's get down to business."

"En." The little fox didn't pay attention to Sherlock's expression, she didn't overly tease her anymore, she just nodded and followed Sherlock's topic: "I'm going to school today..." She explained everything during the day in detail Told him, of course, except for her deal with the mysterious boss.

"You didn't take his money?" Sherlock asked.

"No." The little fox shook his head calmly: "I don't know who he is, good or bad, so be careful."

"Unfortunately, if you accept it, we can split the money fifty-fifty." Even though he said this, there was not much regret in Sherlock's tone.

The little fox laughed, and uncovered the topic without any trace: "After the orientation meeting at night, Jim said he was going to the bathroom and came back to take me home, but he didn't come back after he went, so I sent him a text message... .”

Sherlock frowned slightly, clasping his hands to his mouth.In his mind, he combined the information given by the little fox with the clues of his investigation these days, but he still put a question mark on the conclusion he drew. M is a person who is good at disguising. The information he gets may be true, but it may also be false information passed by M through Fox in order to mislead him. He cannot be limited by these true and false clues.

This is an absolutely brilliant criminal, he has been waiting for such a person to appear, and now it finally comes!Every cell in Sherlock's body was excited.

"M will definitely look for you in the future!" He stood up abruptly, stepped forward and walked to the bedside: "Next time, remember to chat with him more about daily topics, and remember to take pictures and take pictures of everything you can see. Take pictures!" Sherlock grabbed the little fox's shoulder and said a little excitedly.

"Okay, okay, I see!" The little fox quickly raised his hand to hold Sherlock's arm to prevent himself from being shaken down.This guy, if he didn't know that this guy gets excited when he encounters a problem, he would really think he fell in love with M: "After talking about business, why don't we talk about private matters?" She winked at him.

Sherlock withdrew his hand quickly, turned around and was about to leave: "Not interested."

"Don't." The little fox quickly reached out and grabbed Sherlock's sleeve: "I'll buy that red dress tomorrow, give me a chance?"

"Dream." Sherlock shook off the little fox's hand mercilessly, and left the bedroom without looking back.

"Ruthless and ungrateful." The little fox scolded with a smile, "Turn off the lights for me!"

After a moment of silence, the door clicked open a crack.A slender hand reached into the door and pressed the light switch with a snap.

"Thank you dear." The little fox got into the quilt and smiled.

Boom!The door is closed.

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The first week of school at Nitup University is the orientation week. Freshmen get to know the environment and meet friends, and clubs organize activities to recruit newcomers.The little fox has no interest in these things, so taking advantage of the absence of classes these days, she plans to stay at home and relax.Such as drinking tea, eating snacks, playing games, bullying new roommates with Sherlock...

"A cup of coffee and two candies, thank you." In the garbage dump, the thin man lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

"A cup of coffee and three pieces of candy, thank you." On another sofa in the garbage dump, a petite woman was sitting cross-legged holding a notebook and tapping away.

"You two are too lazy." Watson, who was ordered around by two familiar roommates just a few days after he moved in, complained helplessly, and went downstairs to bring up the coffee: "I shouldn't Living here, I thought it was a bright future, but every day turned out to be dark."

"I reminded you when we first met." The little fox took a sip from his cup with a smile on his face, "It's a pity that you became obsessed with Sherlock's charm and couldn't help yourself, so you moved here with him without hesitation." We live together." When we first arrived, we were fooled by Sherlock to solve the case, and then became his assistant for no reason. During the period, we were left at the scene of the crime, led to chase taxis all over the city, threatened by mysterious bosses, and despised for IQ. .Finally moved in and it sure is true love.

"Don't be so ambiguous, okay, I just appreciate and admire Sherlock's wisdom." Watson was almost convinced by the ambiguous words that the little fox popped out from time to time: "And, if there is anything to say, there is really something. The problem is you."

"Don't be so ambiguous, okay? I just admire and covet Sherlock's voice and body." The little fox smiled coquettishly.

"That's not what you said that night." Sherlock said with an unchanged expression.

Watson looked at Sherlock and the little fox with a look of "you really have an affair".

"Oh yes, I also long for Sherlock's heart." The little fox patched the above words without blushing.

"Watson, you heard me, this person has been coveting me. So for my personal safety, I hope you can change rooms with her. I feel safer living with you on the first floor." Sherlock closed his eyes and said calmly.

The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched, and she said why this guy suddenly collapsed and started to tease people, so he was waiting here.

"No!" Watson resolutely refused: "Forget it during the day, I can't stand being woken up in the middle of the night, just to help you hold your phone or pour coffee!"

"I heard that everyone despises you." The little fox said with a sneer.

"So you are not human." Sherlock replied directly.

Little Fox: You guessed right, I really am not.

"Okay, stop bickering." Watson quickly persuaded: "Sherlock, how is the Aria diamond case going?"

"Not interested." Sherlock showed a lack of interest.

"You are not very boring, how about taking this case as a pastime?" Watson said.

"talk later."

On the one hand, he complained every day that he was bored, and when the case came to him, he thought it was too simple and refused to take it.What a difficult master to serve, Watson shook his head helplessly, and changed the subject.

"I'm going to a nearby clinic for an interview in the afternoon." Although, as a military doctor, it would be overkill for him to go to the clinic to see some colds and fevers, but after retiring from the army, Watson's life is really difficult, and he urgently needs a job to make money. work, so I don't have much choice.

"It will definitely succeed." The little fox was very confident in Watson's strength.

"Thank you." Watson smiled sincerely.

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Mrs. Hardison was not at home all day today, and the three of them went to a nearby restaurant for lunch at noon. Sherlock left beforehand, and only Little Fox and Watson arrived home.

"I'm going to an interview." After Watson came back, he rested for a while, checked the time and thought it was almost time, and was ready to go out for the interview.

As soon as Watson left, Sherlock came back from outside.His eyes first turned around in the living room, and after seeing the little fox alone, he sat back on his sofa as usual: "Watson went for an interview?"

"Well, follow you, didn't you touch him?" The little fox distractedly answered Sherlock's question while manipulating the game characters in the computer to run.

"No." Sherlock lowered his eyes slightly, and heaved a little sigh of relief: "By the way, Mrs. Hardison asked you to help her buy some salad dressing."

"Huh? I didn't say anything when I met her in the morning." The little fox looked up suspiciously.

"She found out later that the salad dressing was gone. She told me when you were in the room." Sherlock replied, "Hurry up and buy it. If she doesn't see the salad dressing at night, she'll be nagging again."

"Oh." The little fox nodded, closed the computer and prepared to go shopping: "Do you have anything to bring?"

"Coffee, thanks."

The little fox put on his coat, took his bag and went out.Halfway through the walk, I realized that I had taken the wrong bag, and my wallet was in another handbag of the same color.She scratched her head in annoyance, turned around and walked back quickly.

Fortunately, I didn't go too far, otherwise I would be exhausted after running so many roads.

Walking quickly all the way back to the apartment, the little fox had just opened the door with the key when he heard a loud bang from upstairs.

She raised her eyebrows, this childish ghost wanted to scare her again!

"Sherlock, don't keep using this old trick." The little fox complained as he walked up to the second floor.

"Get out!" The tone that had been calm all the time suddenly became severe.

The little fox took a closer look, and saw that a big man in a strange costume was confronting Sherlock with a murder weapon.

"what happened?!"

"Don't get in the way here, get out!" Sherlock didn't expect the little fox to come back suddenly. According to his calculations, it would take half an hour at the earliest to go to the store to make purchases.

The big man with the knife also found that the little fox seemed to be easier to deal with than Sherlock, and he could use her to threaten him, so he immediately shifted his target and rushed towards the little fox.

The little fox frowned, and quickly withdrew his hand from his coat pocket.

Sherlock knew it was going to be bad when the little fox appeared, and the woman who looked thin and could be blown away by the wind was simply a tiger's meal.His eyes froze, and his long legs hooked the chair not far from him, and the chair flew up and was caught in his hand.He stepped forward a few steps, raised his hand and slammed the chair over: "Go to the left!" He ordered at the same time.

Clap!The wooden chair almost shattered on the back of the big man, and the man couldn't bear the force and pain behind him and rushed forward.

The little fox subconsciously listened to Sherlock's words, and moved two steps to the left.

The big man couldn't hold back and fell downstairs. He waved his hands, and unfortunately grabbed the little fox's coat.

"Ah!" The little fox exclaimed.

Sherlock took a few big steps quickly with his long legs, grabbed the little fox's waist with one hand and pulled it towards him, touched his waist with the other hand and pulled out a pistol, and mercilessly grabbed the little fox's coat at the big man shot in the arm.

boom!

The big man let go of his hand with a scream and fell directly to the first floor.

The little fox leaped forward inertially and hit Sherlock's strong chest: "Xia-uh!" Just as he was about to raise his head to say something, Sherlock grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pressed him into his arms.

boom!

There was another gunshot, and the thin man in black put his arms around the little woman in his arms, held the gun steadily with the other hand, pulled the trigger expressionlessly and hit the thug downstairs in the leg.

"What's the matter?" The little fox whose head was pinned couldn't see the situation outside at all, so she could only ask in a muffled voice.

"It's all right." The deep and sexy male voice slowly rang in the ear, making it tickle, and it went straight to the bottom of my heart.