[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

On the day of receiving wages, the little fox not only got a check for [-] pounds, but also got a golden man with stronger energy, more charm of a mature man, and better to fool... Ahem... Anyway, very good object of pursuit.

The little fox wandered home in high spirits, humming a ditty all the way up to the second floor.

"I'm in a good mood." A sexy bass sounded in the darkness.

"It's okay." The little fox turned on the light with a smile on his face. Seeing Sherlock lying on the sofa with his eyes closed as usual, he planned to walk over and flirt: "I..."

I hope you don't provoke Sherlock in the future, nobleness with an alienated British accent sounded in my mind.

"I'm a little tired." The little fox turned around with a smile: "Go to sleep first, you should go to bed early too." After speaking, she turned and walked to her room.

Open the door, enter the house, turn around and close the door.

Snapped!A bony hand suddenly stretched in from the outside like something out of a horror movie, and grabbed the door.

"Sherlock? Is there anything else?" The little fox looked at the man who squeezed into the room on his own, and then sat on the sofa by the window without treating himself as an outsider.

"You came into contact with M and that mysterious man again tonight." Sherlock said with a confident face.

"Well, yes." The little fox had known Sherlock's power for a long time, and was no longer as surprised by his magic as before.She closed the door casually, kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, and met him face to face like last time: "This time I used the excuse that typing was too troublesome, so I called m. It's just that he is very cautious, and I can't get anything out of him. "Actually, she was only interested in teasing and forgot to try.

Sherlock sneered: "I think you had too much fun chatting with him, you forgot my instructions."

"...No, I always remember what you said." The little fox looked innocent: "Oh yes, he smokes. I asked him when I heard the sound of a lighter on the phone, and he admitted. Also, I I also asked him about his daily hobbies..." The little fox told Sherlock the conversation between her and M, taking the essence out of the teasing ones.

Countless translucent words jumped and circled around Sherlock. He put a question mark on the uncertain factors and classified them into one room in the memory palace, and put his definite guesses into another room.

"As for the mysterious person, it's still the same thing." The little fox said with a smile, "By the way, what is the relationship between us?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "How did you answer?"

"Roommate." The little fox looked calm.

"Very good." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up abruptly, walked out of the bedroom like a breeze, and turned off the lights.

After sending Sherlock away, the little fox got out of bed and quietly locked the door.She took out her phone, edited the conversation between herself and Sherlock, and sent it all to McCoff.

Dear Mycroft, I am going to bed, you should go to bed early too, I hope we can meet each other in our dreams, good night [kiss] - stupid goldfish

Sent a message, no response.As expected, the little fox shrugged indifferently, and went to sleep directly.

Early the next morning, the three tenants with a negative cooking skill level all followed the scent down to the first floor.Mrs. Hardison complained that the three always regarded her as a housekeeper, and at the same time she was flattered that someone appreciated her cooking skills.

"You mean, this case and Fan Kong's murder were committed by the same person?" Watson flipped through the morning newspaper in his hand, which described in detail what happened to the reporter named Lukesi.

"The reporter was shot and killed in his apartment, and the doors and windows were locked from the inside, exactly like Fan Kong's situation." Sherlock cut off a corner of the turkey sandwich and put it in his mouth.

"Dimo won't allow you to enter the scene to check." The little fox knew that Inspector Dimo ​​was a difficult master when he saw him.

"It's man-made." Sherlock said lightly.

After the three of them had breakfast, they bid farewell to Mrs. Hardison one by one, and then they called a taxi and rushed to the police station.Sherlock's so-called man-made is nothing to do with talking about it, and finally agreed to them to enter the reporter's apartment for a limited time to check.

In order to prove that the deaths of the two were indeed committed by the same person, Sherlock must find something in common between the two.He searched the house and found a book dropped on the stairs.The book is in an open state, obviously the reader thought he was safe at home, and encountered an unexpected situation when he was about to read the newly arrived book. He threw the book away in a panic, and it was too late to close it.

"Kensington West End Library." Sherlock closed the book neatly, and went downstairs quickly.

Sure enough, this reporter also ran home in panic after seeing this symbol, and was shot dead by the pervasive mysterious murderer.But, what does this symbol mean?Why are these two people so scared when they see each other?

The little fox looked at the symbol on the tailgate of the bookshelf. Since the last time she saw it at the bank, she felt very familiar. She seemed to have seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it.Thinking about it carefully, she should have never seen this in any other world after time travelling, and it might be in China.

The little fox took out his mobile phone to take a photo, then climbed over the wall and logged on to China's Baidu website to search for pictures.Soon, a bunch of similar and dissimilar symbol pictures were all refreshed.She swiped the screen to quickly browse Soso, and suddenly, her fingers stopped.

"Sherlock." She called out to the two Sherlocks who were going to find a graffiti-loving friend in front of them: "I know what that symbol is."

"What?" Sherlock quickly turned and walked to the little fox.

"Suzhou Mazi, this is an ancient counting method in China, and few people use it now." The little fox translated the explanation and method on Baidu Encyclopedia to Sherlock.

"Then that symbol represents the number fifteen." Sherlock frowned slightly, and just one number couldn't explain the meaning.

Sherlock believes that in order to decipher the meaning of this symbol, it is necessary to investigate the two deceased in depth and find more commonalities between them.Soon, the three of them gathered at the Lucky Cat store in Chinatown, where all the products were priced with Suzhou codes.

"Some of them may have unclean hands and feet." Sherlock analyzed that the two dead should be smugglers in the same organization. Widespread casting of nets.

"But now we are still at a loss for this symbol." The little fox sighed while looking at the photos taken on the phone.Investigating cases is really a test of physical and mental strength. She feels very tired now, physically and mentally.

Sherlock found that the resident next to the lucky cat hadn't come back for several days, and the windows of the house were still open.This is very strange, if the owner is away from home, it is impossible not to close the window.

Sometimes when Watson complained about Sherlock as a lone ranger, he was really right. This person has no sense of companionship at all.He climbed up the stairs without warning the two short men, and let the iron ladder bounce back.

"This guy!" Watson gritted his teeth, turned and ran to the front door, trying to get Sherlock to open it for him.

The little fox watched Watson leave, checked left and right to make sure there was no monitoring, and then easily jumped up.Of course, before she jumped, she did not forget to move the oil barrel next to her to make it look like she was pulling the oil barrel up to the ladder by the height of the oil barrel.

"Sherlock? Hair—!" The little fox entered the house from the balcony, and saw a short but very strong man ruthlessly slapping Le Sherlock's neck.

The little fox rushed up instantly and kicked the man over.There was no time to help Sherlock, before the man was about to jump out of the window to escape, the little fox jumped out like a spring, locked his throat with one hand and pulled him back, smashing him hard to the ground.

Boom!The back of the man's head hit the hard floor firmly.

The little fox pressed the prisoner, moved his fingers calmly, and used a small spell to stun him.

"You know kung fu." Sherlock recalled the last time the little fox met a criminal in the apartment, and finally came to the conclusion that this woman really does everything to get in touch with him, and she really likes him, right? .The man said in his heart rather narcissistically.

"Three-legged cat." She just suppressed people in terms of speed and strength because of her demon power.If there is no demon power, she is basically useless with rubbish skills.

"Hey! Sherlock fox! You guys are doing it again! It's the same thing last time, and it's the same thing this time. Do you think I'm your partner?" Watson knocked on the door outside, apparently in a hurry.

last time...

The two people in the room heard what Watson said, and at the same time, what happened at Fan Kong's home last time rang out.Their eyes met suddenly, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became ambiguous and hot.

Sherlock was the first to turn his head away uncomfortably and coughed at the two of them, stood up and ran to open the door for Watson.

"The prisoner has been caught, call the police." He had a strange expression and his eyes flickered.

Watson: This scene is really familiar.

The prisoner is here, but the owner, Yao Sulin, cannot be found.Sherlock learned the next clue through the note at the door, the National Museum of Monuments.

The three ran all the way to the museum to find Andy who left the note, but the little fox didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

"Jim, what a coincidence." Seeing the ration she wanted to take a bite of, the little fox immediately forgot about taking pictures of Sherlock, and ran towards her cute little angel happily.

"Fox, why did you come here?" Jim was also very happy to see the little fox. He walked up to meet him in a few steps, and raised his hand to support the little fox's body that was rushing too hard: "Be careful not to fall."

"Jim, I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you so much!" The little fox reached out and hugged Jim affectionately.

Jim froze, looked at the people around him with flickering eyes, and whispered shyly, "I miss you too, fox, please let me go first, a lot of people are looking at us."

"They are jealous, you have such a beautiful and lovely girlfriend as me." The little fox raised his head and said with a smile.

Jim was amused by the little fox's narcissism, his face burst into joy with a puff, and his shy state of being surrounded by people reduced a lot: "Such a beautiful and lovely Miss Fox, don't you plan to take care of your two little ones?" Is there a friend?" Jim looked at the two men, one tall and one short, walking towards them, and gently reminded the little fox who was hugging him.

"Don't care about them, you are the most important." The little fox said decisively.

"Ahem!" Watson heard the little fox's last words.

"You, the most important person, are weak and lack of exercise, but you can't withstand the hug of a strong man that knocked you unconscious with your punch." A cold and deep male voice sounded behind the little fox without any emotional ups and downs.

"..." The corner of the fox's mouth twitched, and he let go of Jim: "Don't listen to Sherlock's nonsense, I just pulled that guy, he fell to the ground and knocked himself out!"

"Well, pull down a strong man." Sherlock nodded.

"..." The little fox stared.

"Fox is so powerful." Jim praised with a sincere and slightly adoring smile: "It seems that I will ask you to go out for fun in the future, and you can protect me." He raised his hand and patted the little fox on the back, secretly appease.

Little Fox: Hey~ little angel Jim!

"Although a man in a weak position can arouse women's maternal love, it is not a long-term solution after all. Little men are at the bottom of many qualities for a long time. I suggest you exercise more and learn some fighting skills, because what can really attract women is at any time. A powerful ability that can provide her with protection." Sherlock's 'kindly' suggestion.

"For me, the characteristics of a little man have always been at the top of the list!" The little fox raised his chin slightly.

Jim: Little man...