[TV] She forgot again

Vivienne feels not in a good mood recently: the male god Crowzui succeeded, and his new boyfriend became an ex-boyfriend in less than two weeks; the best girlfriend in her life and the male god secretly became a legal couple, but she didn't know until very late; What annoyed her the most was that Blackqueen, who was a hacker, was hacked for posting two nude photos of supermodels!

Vivienne completely went berserk!

Before the music club's regular street charity performances, Vivienne adjusted her expensive cello and said to Nicole through gritted teeth: "God, in just a few seconds, I lost control of the computer! Myself It’s okay if some of my things are peeped, but there are still a lot of important work materials in the computer, and all those exclusive materials have lost their privacy. My irascible father will definitely yell at me to death!”

"Don't let me find out who did it. Although he is very powerful, it is a matter of dignity. I will definitely kill him with my own hands!" As she spoke, a terrifying black aura rose from behind Vivian.

"Need help?" Nicole glanced at the British sweetheart who was about to blacken, and rubbed her golden head comfortingly.

"Nine times out of ten, it was hired by several other media companies. It's inside information. A super rich man is planning to exhibit a set of famous paintings that have been proven to be authentic. The national exhibition. Everyone wants an exclusive report " Vivian angrily waved her piano bow in the air a few times, wishing she could cut off the hacker's neck directly.

"Is it okay to say it like this?" Nicole asked after tuning the violin.

"You have to know how fast this information spreads. There is no secret about those materials... Heh, don't let me catch him!" After finishing speaking, the two heard someone calling them, and the performance was about to begin .

Looking at Vivienne's fierce and hot back, Nicole mourned for those who will play with them next.

Most of their street performances do not require repertoire.There is only one leader who mainly controls the direction of the song, and the process is basically a random performance.Today it's Vivienne and Nicole's turn to lead.

Seeing Vivienne's appearance on the battlefield, Nicole knew that today's passers-by were lucky.They can definitely hear the BGM of the battle of the gods or the tyrant slaughtering the city on the modern streets of peaceful times.

I hope the students from other music clubs will not be scared~

Two weeks later, Laila's case was still unsolved. A college quarterback, that is, Laila's boyfriend, was suspected of being the murderer. Not long after, her good friend Rebecca also became a suspect.

The ivory tower collapsed in an instant, exposing the corroded ground beneath the basement to the sun.

Panic.

The intrigues and secret rivalries of all college students seem so childish in the face of this murder case.

Today's public welfare performance is also the president's desire to cheer up people's hearts and encourage the students affected by the murder case, so many students gathered at the performance site not far from the school.

Of course, some of them came to see the newly-promoted courtesans—the number of admirers of Vivienne and Nicole was increasing day by day.

However, after listening to Vivienne and Nicole's trembling ensemble, which seemed to lead people into the bloody battlefield, the image of the two may have to be added to the hearts of the admirers.

After venting her emotions through the exciting music, Vivienne looked a lot more relaxed: "Hey, look at the handsome guy standing over there. He looks like a walking hormone, and it tastes like cream."

Nicole followed Vivienne's line of sight. The boy had a little beard, but his whole face looked very young, and the corners of his mouth were hooked casually, showing a charming evil smile: "You won't even like it when you are stimulated. Everything has changed!"

"But he's really pretty when he smiles." Vivienne couldn't help but look at him again.

"I never knew you had a friend who liked homosexuality." A deep and mellow voice interrupted the chat between the two girls.

Standing behind Nicole, Sherlock took the violin in her hand and neatly packed it into the bag very naturally, and then encircled her with his strong arms possessively.

"Why are you here?" Nicole relaxed her body and leaned herself into the warm embrace that looked cold but was actually her warmest.

Sherlock stood there with an air of aloofness and aloofness, his fierce and sharp gaze like a falcon swept around, and many boys who were about to strike up a conversation stopped in their tracks.

Intuition tells them not to come together and ask for trouble.

Sherlock snorted noblely and coldly, and refused to answer Nicole's question.If he doesn't come, the small dried fish in his bowl will be snatched away by wild cats and dogs running out of nowhere!

"Gay? Gay!" Vivienne was a little slow to react when she saw Sherlock was happy, and it took a few seconds to realize his words.

"He stood close to the male side, one-third less than the female side, but obviously, he knew the woman on the left, the same grade, law school. He was stared at by two good-looking women for a long time with a casual attitude and more eyes What I did was glance at the second black-haired man on the right, and when the other man looked back, he licked his lips, unconsciously adjusted his standing posture, raised his eyebrows, pulled the corner of his mouth ten degrees, and moved his right foot forward two centimeters." Sherlock glanced at the evil boy that Vivienne said, and successfully attracted the other party's attention.

"Above, he is [-]% gay." After finishing the summary, Sherlock's eyes couldn't be more contemptuous.

"..." Vivian, who was hit by the male god again, didn't say a word in a daze, and closed the cello case with exhaustion, turned around and left.

……

Sherlock, who appeared to be flustered on the surface, but secretly preparing for the wedding, was finally invited out of the house by Inspector Groot and came to the police station of Scotland Yard.

As soon as she entered the door, Nicole saw the inspector's expression of relief, and he eagerly led Sherlock in, for fear that Sherlock would be unhappy and quit the job.

Groot brought the man to the desk and took out a file bag from the locked drawer: "The photos are all here. The murder method is clean and neat. It should be professionally trained. We suspect that some gangsters did it, or A solo killer."

Sherlock opened the file neatly, took out dozens of photos, and at the same time did not forget to swear at Scotland Yard's IQ: "If these murderers could, they would definitely buy you a drink."

The detective touched his nose, too lazy to refute: "..."

While Sherlock was scanning the high-definition, un.coded, zoomed-in photos, the detective was rushed away by other police officers.

Sherlock frowned and stared at the photos lined up in three rows, and his pale pink lips talked about the clues of each photo and the connection between the photos one by one, speaking at a fast speed.

Nicole on the background board was suddenly impressed by Mr. Detective, who was responsible for solving the case. She gnawed on Sherlock's mouth as soon as her head was hot, and finally she blinked her big foggy eyes innocently and stared back. to his man.

Sherlock's gray eyes looked at the torturer who interrupted him.At first glance, outsiders thought he had a serious and handsome face because he was disturbed. That indifferent and ruthless demeanor might scare many girls to tears.

Only Nicole who was watching knew that Sherlock's stare was not lethal at all.

What is serious, what is indifferent, what is ruthless, when Sherlock sees the girl he puts on the cusp of his heart, it turns into deep love and indulgence hidden in his eyes.

Sherlock, who was attacked unsuspectingly, was silent for a few seconds, and uttered a few words in a hoarse magnetic voice: "You are hindering my thinking."

"You are so handsome to me." Nicole rascal smiled.

Before Sherlock blew his hair, Nicole shifted her seductive gaze to the photo.

"Wow, I thought he was dead." Nicole raised her eyebrows, pointed to the first photo in the first row and said, "This is Miss Headless' unique way of killing. Miss Headless is just a professional killer The code name is Gender Male. Everyone he handled had their heads beheaded and taken to meet customers. His bid is high, and the success rate is equally high."

Nicole's jade-like fingers slid across several photos without heads, and landed on another photo of a corpse lying in a bathtub with its neck wiped: "This is Josh Barden, he likes bathtubs with dead people."

"These few, the British Sopranos, Fosslein."

Nicole easily classified the eleven photos into three categories, then looked at Sherlock, and explained obediently: "Suddenly I want to expand the family business."

The heir of a big family will always see some shady things, and Nicole has to learn a lot, no matter how bad her memory is, she still has to remember these things.What's more, the former Nicole had been in contact with Christopher, the underworld leader, for a long time, and she had been fascinated by it.

Using the hands of Scotland Yard to suppress or kill some forces in the black zone can hardly save effort.

Mycroft, who is busy conquering the British government, doesn't have to worry about his younger brother being bullied in England!

The power of the in-laws has unknowingly spread to the soil of the UK~

Sherlock pinched Nicole's chin, bowed his head and kissed her, his slightly cool lips imprinted on the other's sweet lips like jelly, leaving a cool mint breath.

……

Annalize Keating is a professor of criminal defense and a criminal litigator.In the eyes of outsiders, she is smart, enthusiastic, and capable. Even though she is ruthless in court and in the classroom, countless people ask her to litigate for them, and law students flock to her firm to work.

She recently took on the case of Leila Stanger, defending a girl named Rebecca.It was Rebecca, the friend of the deceased, because the autopsy proved that there were scratches from female fingernails on the body, so she is now the most suspected person.

Annalize and her assistant, Bonnie, were waiting in the aisle, and they were waiting for the police to take them to the comatose new client, Rebecca, who had confessed to murdering Lyla Stanger.

The police officer who was going to take them to see Rebecca seemed to be approached by the inspector. The two had an unpleasant conversation, and the inspector seemed so angry that he wanted to shoot each other.

Annalize vaguely heard the detective's growl: "...how could you do such a thing?! The case is still under investigation, you... are simply a scum..."

The quick-witted Annalize quickly guessed what was going on.Less than two days after Rebecca was arrested, the girl who was determined that she did not kill anyone suddenly confessed to all the crimes.Apart from pressure from the police, she couldn't think of a second possibility.

Just when Annalize looked at Bonnie beside her and beckoned her to find new evidence to exonerate Rebecca, she saw that lonely and indifferent man who was out of tune with that society—the famous consulting detective.

Annalize never believed that this man could solve a case without leaving home, but in the next few minutes, she suddenly realized that everything she did to win the lawsuit was a joke.

In front of that man, everything is transparent.

Bonnie's footsteps also stopped because of the man's words.

With a fake smile, he spit out harsh words in an elegant London accent: "A simple murder case, I would have estimated that the overall IQ of Scotland Yard should be able to close the case within three weeks. If the case is not closed, at least the key evidence can be found."

"The wound on Leila Stanger's body is not a scratch of a woman's fingernail at all. God, has your forensic vision degraded to the level of cataract? And she was six weeks pregnant and died of asphyxiation."

Annalize's pupils dilated unknowingly, and everyone present was shocked that Lila was pregnant.Then she heard the inspector's question.However, his question was answered by another police officer two seconds later.

Another young police officer hurried over and whispered in the inspector's ear the latest autopsy report.The pale, stern man was right.

The man didn't care about their reactions at all, pointing at Rebecca who was finally brought out, he reasoned at a rapid speed: "The video of her confession clearly revealed that she was lying. In the video, her eyes were glazed over, her hands clenched Holding...the angle of the video shooting and the speed of her speech, it is obvious that someone is trying to induce her to confess, and there is also..."

While the man was analyzing, Annalize saw the inspector yelling for people to watch the video.

The Inspector had no doubts about the man.

Annalize was still a little dazed listening to the man clearing Rebecca's suspicion in less than a minute, and the next second, she was greeted by a bolt from the blue.

The man ordered the stunning girl next to him to take out her mobile phone. The girl who had been quiet before had a good understanding with him, except that she put her hand in the wrong pocket.

According to the man's instructions, the girl enlarged and displayed the photo on the phone, and held it in front of her.

No, in front of everyone.

A photo of only half the body, just the man's bare chest and arms, and the wallpaper behind him.

There is no face, but Annalize feels as if she is in a biting ice cellar.

The author has something to say:

I just like to get stuck in this kind of key place (:з」∠)_

Happy Dragon Boat Festival in advance, eat more rice dumplings