[TV] She forgot again

Today, London is still shrouded in misty mist, and the warm sunshine in the morning brings a little light and warmth to the city in early winter.

Standing on the curb of Oxford Street is a dazed young girl, dressed in light summer clothes, with nothing around her but a pencil in her hand.

Nicole's light blue-green eyes stared blankly at the British faces of people coming and going around her, which made the already misty eyes even more confusing.When the marked red bus passed by, the girl who was still not in the state was awakened.

Nicole stretched out her hands to embrace her trembling body, and her already fair and delicate skin looked pale and transparent under the influence of the low temperature.Although her long hair was draped over her shoulders like a soul-calling flag, it couldn't block any cold wind.

Nicole brushed aside the grayish black hair sticking to her cheeks to make sure she wasn't still in a dream.The last second, she was still in China, sitting in a classroom in a certain building in a certain district of a certain city, waiting for the IELTS listening to be played.She just fell asleep accidentally, and when she woke up, she was already standing on the street in a foreign country.

Nicole took a deep breath and looked around. The old-fashioned department store made of whitened ancient bricks and tiles gathered many top brands.You don't need to look at the exquisite products in the store through the window, the strong classical British atmosphere makes Nicole groan.

She somehow came to London, England!It's not that it hurts Nicole, it's that her English is not good at all.Nicole, who lived on both sides of Italy and China since she was a child, has no talent for English, not to mention talent, even hard work can make up for the big loopholes that are incomplete.

Her memory was already poor, and Nicole ruthlessly classified English into the "other" category, and a large number of vocabulary would always be deleted regularly.Nicole finally got ready for that important IELTS test, and now she unexpectedly appeared in London—a country where 80% of the population speaks English!

she will die...

She will suffocate to death because she cannot communicate!

Wish someone could speak Italian.May the mighty Chinese people have infiltrated the whole of Britain!

Nicole decided to find a warm place first, and then slowly think about life.As soon as she raised her leg, Nicole bumped into a tall black figure.

The other party was not hindered by the small impact, he didn't even give Nicole any thought and continued to run forward, as if he was chasing someone.

Nicole turned her head and stared at the man's back.Enviably straight and long legs, some messy black curly hair in the wind, a long black windbreaker with the collar turned up... an ascetic back.

Nicole looked at it again with nostalgia, and sighed regretfully, she would soon forget this alluring back.

But...Nicole looked down at the wallet in her hand, and satisifiedly curled up her lips that had become bloodless due to the low body temperature.At least now she won't starve to death on the streets.

Oxford Street is located in the West End of London and is an extremely prosperous area.Nicole saw a coffee shop with exquisite and elegant decoration not far away, with slightly curved big eyes of beautiful colors, passing through the crowded place.

When Nicole stood in front of the coffee shop, she was already wearing a thick cashmere scarf around her neck, and she was wearing a long trench coat that a certain lady hung on the back of the chair.Although Nicole Bai Yingying's slender calves were still exposed to the cold wind, they had a special flavor.

Nicole ordered a mocha in fluent Italian.One of the most beautiful languages ​​in the world is spoken by Nicole, which is even more beautiful.

The only fly in the ointment was that when Nicole opened the wallet that came along to pay the bill, she found that there was nothing in it except bank.bank.card!

Nicole reached into the pocket of the windbreaker with a little embarrassment, but fortunately there was a little change in the clothes.

Snuggled into the soft brown embossed fabric sofa, Nicole contentedly took a big sip of mocha pushed with hill-like cream and sprinkled with chocolate powder.The slightly hot and rich liquid flowed into the mouth, and the strong coffee flavor combined with the slightly sweet chocolate made Nicole exhale like a satisfied cat.

Nicole took out the worthless but exquisite wallet and looked through it.In addition to only a few bank.bank.cards, Nicole found an old train ticket with unclear writing, and some dried blood on the half-torn tissue.

Lips curled, Nicole stuffed the wallet back into her pocket.Holding the hot coffee, she began to think: because of the exam, she has nothing besides the accessories and a pencil.I don't know why I came to the UK, and I don't know whether I'm wearing the world or just the region.

Nicole, who didn't have any cash on her, brushed her long gray-black hair, and scanned the passers-by nearby, looking for a kind person who could "borrow" a mobile phone.

Sometimes, however, "good-hearted people" just emerge in endlessly!

"Hey, charming lady, do you need any help? You don't look well." A slightly fat uncle walked up to Nicole and sat down.

Nicole raised her eyes and slowly digested the content of the other party's words. Her English is really not very good.

Bald, over 40 years old, lustful but rich - she doesn't like this kind of unchallenging, but it is undeniable that this person is the best target now.

Nicole stared at each other with both eyes, and her originally indifferent eyes suddenly seemed to be in full bloom.

"Could you lend me your phone?" Nicole asked softly, her white jade-like fingers tapped on the wall of the cup lightly, with a bewildering rhythm.

"Okay, no...no problem." The lecherous man looked at Nicole obsessively, as if he had already been intoxicated in the blue-green dream world.

Nicole took the mobile phone from him and broadcast the phone number she knew by heart, while the fingers of the other hand continued to tap on the wall of the cup.

Nicole called her best friend Vivienne Ganderton. The only phone number Nicole could remember for 18 years was her only best friend.

is empty number.

Nicole tried a few more times, but they were all empty numbers.The mechanical female voice on the other end of the phone told Nicole the fact that she had traveled to another world.

Returning the phone to the man who had been hypnotized, Nicole rolled her light-colored eyes, and the rhythm of her fingers tapping on the wall of the cup became more and more bewitching.

"Can you lend me some money, please? I'm penniless, and it's so cold outside." Nicole looked into the other's eyes, not stingy with her tenderness.She tried her best to speak English fluently and strengthened the power of hypnosis.

Nicole is best at hypnosis, and her hypnosis ability has reached its peak.Now it's just the simplest one, specially dealing with this kind of extremely unstable guy.

A simple small order, the other party will complete it as an imperial decree.

"Of course, my charming lady. I'll give you everything." The man quickly took out his wallet, handed it to Nicole, and told Nicole the password of his bank.bank.card.

Slightly bending her coquettish star eyes, Nicole kindly returned the ID card, driver's license and other documents to the other party.Let's hope his wife doesn't kill him tonight.

Nicole has always been forgetful. She reached out her hand to touch the earrings that were the same color as her pupils, tapped them intermittently a few times, and wrote down the password reported by the other party.

This earring is a special notepad given by Vivian, a high-tech chip earring.As long as Nicole knocks out a special password similar to Morse code, she can write down the message to be recorded.When the time comes, attach the stud to the electronic instrument, and you can see what it records.

This earring is very important to Nicole, so that she will not forget too many important things.

And Vivian, the maker of this earring.Vivienne Ganderton, in her world, is the only daughter of the head of the British media industry.At the same time, she is also the BlackQueen of the hacker world, she has an unparalleled computer talent, and she is born to belong to that illusory network world.

"I don't know what time it is?" Nicole took another sip of coffee, and the white cream stuck to her pale pink lips, like a white beard.

"27:[-] p.m.." The man answered seriously, but his eyes were dull, and he was still immersed in Nicole's hypnosis.

"2016?" Nicole asked, not knowing what time it was.

"Yes, November 2016, 11."

Nicole took another sip of coffee, moved her warmed body, got up and left.She is going to withdraw money now, and then find a hotel to stay temporarily.As for the bald uncle who is obsessed with sex, the hypnotic suggestion will be lifted after 5 minutes.

The bustling Oxford Street made Nicole spend most of the money quickly.Clothes, shoes, bags, mobile phones... all of these need money, don't they?

An hour later, Nicole was wearing the latest Alexander McQueen winter product, carrying a few bags, and walked contentedly to the hotel she had booked.

"Hiss..." Nicole, who lowered her head and followed the navigation, was hit by the person in front, rubbing her nose, her pink face wrinkled in pain.Nicole looked up, but found that the other party's expression was far more ferocious than hers.

The other party was a young man in his 30s. From the looks of it, he hadn't had a good rest for several days and had taken care of himself.Unshaven, black eye circles, dusty coat, brown hair knotted and greasy hanging on top of his head.

"It's really stupid, do you think you can escape?" It was a handsome and thin man who confronted the down-and-out young man, his words tinged with disdain.

Nicole felt that her eyes were completely glued to this pale and elegant stern man!

Pure black natural curls, profound and handsome features, and mysterious gray eyes.The turned-up collar, the long black trench coat, and the aloofness and abstinence that hit people's hearts-Nicole's favorite category!Except for the slightly elongated face, but Nicole just ignored it.

This man was the one who bumped into Nicole before, but a girl whose memory was below the world level didn't remember seeing this man's back at all.

Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in Britain, stood three steps away from the down-and-out young man with his hands in his pockets, and his whole person had a strong aura.

"20 days ago, that is, from 10:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. on October [-]th, you broke into and robbed the house, but was broken by the owner, so you accidentally killed the other party. I deduced the height from the shoe prints in the house It is completely consistent with yours, and your downfall is also in line with what I deduce."

"The jewels you snatched did not find a suitable seller to sell in time, because the criminal was identified by Scotland Yard within three days in a hurry. During the seventeen days of absconding, you went to the black market on New Kent Road. You obviously did not understand the rules and were arrested. I taught you a lesson." Sherlock said calmly, sweeping his eyes over the bruises on the young man's face.

"You went online to sell gems at an internet cafe two streets away. Obviously your computer skills are lower than Mrs. Hudson. You have been wandering around the East End of London. Obviously the goldfish in Scotland Yard are extremely inferior The efficiency of your work allows you to enjoy 20 days of free life." Sherlock curled his lips in disdain, and Scotland Yard only came to find the criminal when he had fled for nearly eighteen days.

Nicole couldn't understand the above words, nearly 70% of which Nicole didn't understand.She stared at Sherlock's extremely fast lips, and slightly opened her mouth in astonishment.

He looks amazing!

Talking so fast, it's almost impossible to give her a chance to appreciate the perfect and elegant British accent, okay?

Obviously, the down-and-out young man who was a fugitive was in a bad mood after hearing these words from Sherlock.Nearly 20 days of living like a rat crossing the street has brought his nerves to the verge of breaking down.

"Ha! What nonsense are you talking about! You madman, don't talk nonsense without evidence. I'm just an ordinary tramp..." The young man scolded Sherlock loudly with a tiger's face.

Sherlock was obviously a little impatient. This case was too simple for him. It took him 10 minutes to analyze the location of this guy, but he spent a lot of time chasing him around the city.

"Your Internet records are already in Scotland Yard's computer. At the crime scene, you left traces of blood when you manslaughter. Obviously, you accidentally cut your finger when you killed the head of the household with a vase." Sherlock placed The slender fingers in the pocket moved, as if remembering that his wallet had been stolen.And that key piece of evidence—yes, that half-stained tissue paper was now in Nicole's coat pocket.

Sherlock said everything the young man did was right. He widened his bloodshot eyes and shook his head frantically, obviously not accepting this fact.The young man grabbed Nicole, a passer-by who was still deserting, strangled her slender neck, and stood in front of him.

"Don't come here, don't come here!" The young man was just fighting a trapped beast, he dragged Nicole back in a panic, yelling non-stop.

Nicole didn't feel comfortable being strangled at all, she clasped her hands on the arms of the person behind her to keep herself balanced.

While looking at the girl who was hijacked but calm, Sherlock quickly calculated in his brain the best angle and strength to attack the criminal.

Just when Sherlock was about to subdue the opponent, he saw Nicole snap her fingers three times.Then the restless young man suddenly fell silent, his eyes glazed over.

Sherlock paused, frowned slightly and stared at Nicole.Hmm... so London isn't all good-for-nothing goldfish?

Although the young man was in a bad mood after being exposed by Sherlock.But Nicole still finds an opportunity to perform hypnosis through his fragile nerves.Otherwise, she wouldn't touch the arm of this guy who hasn't bathed in 20 days!

First hints were given through physical contact, then the sound of high heels knocking on the ground when she was forcibly dragged, and finally three consecutive finger snaps.

The young man was like a puppet that had lost its string, motionless.

Hypnosis does not necessarily rely on words or pendulums.Music, scents, gestures, eyes and even light kisses and hugs can hypnotize others.

The author has something to say:

Oops, I can’t do it anymore. After learning about London in detail, I read the overall British travel strategy.I really want to go again! ! O(≧▽≦)O

I passed two exams today, and there are three more waiting for me! Oye! Yeah yeah┴┴︵╰(‵□′)╯︵┴┴【The author is crazy, kiss me first if you have anything to do!】