[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

For the sake of still needing help from the British government, Shea smiled and sent away Mrs. Hudson who was about to make trouble.

After they left, Watson said in a low voice, "Mycroft also helped Mrs. Hudson deal with a high-speed car that was followed by a bunch of traffic police. Well, when I was there."

He said, winking to suggest "there".

So, it is right and wise not to speak?

Shia raised her eyebrows, once again deepening her understanding of the degree of control of Mycroft Holmes' younger brother.

Being able to take care of a minor drag racing problem for my brother's landlord in the far-off Cabinet Office is scary!

Sherlock who was accused by his younger brother!point!No!open!Heart.

No matter who lives in the house, there are either special agents or special agents around the house. Helicopters fly overhead every day to monitor the action route, and they are asked to write down all drug lists with a cold face. Brother, whoever wants it will take it!

Shea didn't know what kind of "dire and miserable" life Sherlock lived. Judging from the dedication of Mycroft, he was indeed a responsible brother.

Brother control is a cute attribute, plus 10 points.

I just got up early in the morning and was invited by Mycroft's secretary as a guest, not including breakfast.

Shea slowly ate the breakfast prepared by Mrs. Hudson, while chatting with Watson calmly under Sherlock's unclear sight.

"I remember you were a student?"

"Well, college student."

"A major like criminal psychology?"

"New York University Visual Department, have you heard of it?"

"……No."

"Oh, then consider me a good painter."

"...Will it be very hard for you to be an FBI at your age?"

"Not at all, I have a daddy covering O(∩_∩)O~"

Watson: "..."

Inexplicably blinded by the mysterious light of father control, Watson changed the subject: "Why do you think of London?"

"Well, Ms. Gao Han..."

Under Sherlock's scrutiny, Shia calmly explained: "My mother asked for it."

At the end of the story, she did not reveal her privacy to the hobbies of people she had just met for a short time, not to mention that someone who does not speak and listens with her ears up is a powerful person whose life can be deduced from just a few glances, she dare not say more.

Watson: "..." I always feel that the conversation cannot go on happily.

Without the slightest "topic stopper" consciousness, Xia happily drank milk, suddenly became interested, took out her mobile phone, and started playing with the front camera.

She is particularly curious about what kind of ghost skill is the necessary skill of Xiao Baihua, who is said to drink milk and can make a circle of milk froth in her mouth, and how difficult it is to practice.

Sherlock couldn't bear to look directly.

Shia is smart enough in other aspects, but when it comes to manual ability, or any aspect that needs to be related to lying and deceit, she is clumsy like a child.

It's not at all like a shrewd person who can tie Sherlock and make Mycroft deflated.

Shrewd Sherlock found out, smiling like a cat licking its paw contentedly after eating dried fish, lazy and sexy.

Shea silently stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked the edge of her mouth a dozen times before getting a little milk froth.

Sherlock squinted and licked his mouth after eating... really like a cat.

Xi Ya didn't get the necessary skills of the legendary little white flower, so she couldn't open the forest.

As soon as she opened the door, she said, "Mr. Holmes, at first I knew that I wanted to live next door to you, but I refused."

Sherlock: "..."

Xi Ya beat her chest with her small fists, and said bitterly: "You must know that the name Sherlock Holmes not only represents 'no injustice' and 'savior', but also 'walking death' and 'moving bomb depot'. Very convenient!"

Walking Reaper and Moving Bomb Depot Sherlock: "..."

Watson: "..." You made so much sense in your complaints that I was speechless.

"While Britain is famous for its dark cuisine, it also comes with a famous property that can never be dispelled: bombs."

Ignoring the two people who had been hit by several arrows in their knees with subtle expressions, Xi Ya continued to make up the knife, "In England, I hardly dare to eat out. I am afraid that the waiter will serve me a plate of dark food, and I will pour it down after one bite. Go to the hospital Well, if there are dark dishes that can explode like anime, that would be a big deal!"

Sherlock: "..."

Watson: "..."

"Boom boom boom——"

Mrs. Hudson knocked on the open door three times meaningfully, and the three turned to look at her before she entered the door with a smile, and put the things she had been holding on the table, "The courier that just arrived, Sherlock, your .”

Mrs. Hudson was not interested in what Sherlock had bought, so she put it down and left.

She was also wearing a small pink floral apron, which was stained with white flour. When she rushed from the kitchen to receive the delivery, she didn't carefully wash off the flour left in her nails. It was easy to let people know that she was thinking about the kitchen. Cookies.

Shia glanced at it, and looked back uninterestedly.

Three days ago, she was messed up by the courier's human-headed doll, and she didn't want to see anything related to the courier for the time being, who knew if it might be something that was dropped by someone else.

Watson leaned forward with a little interest, "Sherlock, what did you buy?"

As a cohabitant, Watson is very familiar with Sherlock's otaku attributes. Unless there are some particularly interesting and weird cases in London that need to be there to check for clues, Sherlock usually stays at 221B and waits for guests to come to his door.

The necessities of life are either bought by him, or sent by McCoff to deliver them regularly.The two lived together for so long, he rarely saw Sherlock take the initiative to buy things, how could he not be curious?

"I didn't buy anything."

Not to mention Watson, Sherlock himself was also curious about the rectangular express box that was just the size of two books.

There is no color, no smell, and it is impossible to tell what is inside from the uniform express box.

Didn't buy anything, but received a courier?

Xi Ya thought of the doll case that had just ended, and smiled gloatingly: "A few days ago, I took the head and the doll again, so be careful."

Watson: "..." The FBI is really hard to do.

Sherlock's eyes lit up, and he really wanted to ask what case Shia's head doll was involved in.

But what he received so far is... He took a step forward and opened it.

The express box is very small, only wrapped in one layer, and can be easily opened by cutting the tape, revealing the black square box fixed by tape and foam.

On the top, there are four red numbers that are constantly changing, getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing clearly what was inside, Sherlock and Watson were silent, looking at Shia with complicated eyes.

Shea: A look of bewildered jpg.

Their expressions won't be...

The corner of Xi Ya's mouth twitched, and she sat up straight silently, "It can't be a bomb, can it?"

Among the busy traffic outside the street, she heard a particularly slight discordant sound, like the swinging sound of a clock base, or the timing count of a bomb, very similar to the one on the plane.

Watson sighed, "You won."

Shia: "..."

Sherlock calmly observed the type of bomb, and quickly analyzed: "Plastic/bomb, not very powerful, 20 seconds, Watson, you go down the stairs, Mrs. Hudson is downstairs, Shia, come out the window with me."

The only entrance and exit of the house is the door that only allows one person to pass through. It is difficult to pass three people in an orderly manner within 20 seconds. There is an unknown elderly Mrs. Hudson downstairs.

However, it is perfectly fine to let only Watson, who is closest to the door, go there alone.At Watson's speed, 20 seconds is definitely enough to run out the door, jump down the stairs, push open the kitchen door, and take Mrs. Hudson away.

Sherlock was at the desk near the window and Shia was on the sofa near the kitchen door.

Between hiding in the kitchen and jumping out the window, Sherlock chose the latter without hesitation.There were some dangerous items in the kitchen that could not be obtained through normal channels, and they were shattered by the explosion. Xia who hid in the kitchen was neither dangerous nor disfigured. On the contrary, it was safer to jump out of the window in 20 seconds.

In the face of life and death, the three nodded to each other, and ran away without saying a word.

Watson turned his head and ran, his injured leg running more flexibly than before it was not injured.

Sherlock waited on the spot for a second, until Shea took her bag and ran to him, grabbed her, stepped on the window frame, and jumped out of the open window.

20 seconds, counting from the moment Sherlock spoke, the real time left for them to escape is only 15 seconds.

However, 15 seconds is enough.

"boom--"

"Wow—"

221B Baker Street blew up again.

Still on the second floor.

With the cracking sound of plastic/bombs, flames burst out from the second floor of 221B, and all the glass shattered. The shock wave from the explosion sent Shea and Sherlock who jumped out of the window directly to the street.

"boom--"

The two hit the roof of a car parked on the opposite side of Baker Street, Sherlock protected Shia and rolled down along the streamline of the car, fell to the ground with a "bang" and rolled several times before stopping.

The impact and damage are unloaded a lot in the continuous roll, but the real damage is not much.

Especially, knowingly or not, Sherlock was underneath and became a meat pad.

Being affected by the explosion at close range is not the level of ordinary people on TV who fall down and get up immediately with their faces covered in ashes.

The explosion shock wave directly affects the human body, the shock wave damages or the projected object causes indirect damage to people, and the violent explosion sound exceeds the decibel that the ear can bear, causing tinnitus.

Shia lay quietly on Sherlock's body for a long time, her head was not so dizzy, the symptoms of tinnitus became lighter, and the surrounding sounds gradually returned to her ears.

She stretched her arms and slowly got up, "How are you?"

"Fortunately."

Sherlock shook his head, he was the one at the bottom, he was used as a meat pad, and he suffered a lot more than Shia at the top, especially because he intended to protect her.

But, is her hand misplaced?

Xia followed his line of sight to look down, and silently withdrew her paw: "Sorry, I didn't mean to touch your chest."

After thinking about it, she added another sentence: "You have a good figure."

Sherlock: "..."

The author has something to say: Xi Ya: I'm sorry, I didn't touch your chest on purpose.

Sherlock: Not on purpose, on purpose?

Shia: No...

Sherlock: You praised my pecs!

Shia: ...Hmmm.

Sherlock: You touched my chest!

Shia: .........Ah.

Sherlock: You are responsible to me!

Shea: …………… Do you think I said “_”