[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Every plan has a fatal law. Sometimes it's the heart, even in those who are supposed to be the most careful. But a careful nature doesn't always ensure success. When a plan is built on an unstable foundation, failure is not only possible, it's certainty.

Every plan has its fatal flaw.Sometimes flaws come from within, and emotions are beyond the control of even the most cautious person.But a cautious nature does not ensure success every time.And when the plan is originally built on an unstable foundation, failure is not just a possibility, but an inevitability. 221B Baker Street, London

The black European-style vine wallpaper is classic and exquisite, and the plexiglass shines coldly on the skull portrait donated by British artist John Pinkerton.

And Sherlock Holmes sat on the black Corbusier sofa with no expression on his face, silently staring at the humanoid British government.

In front of the two of them, there was a game of chess.

The two Mr. Holmes look indifferent, their pale skin appears ascetic and ruthless, but they are full of elite style.

Sherlock Holmes' gamma-ray-like eyes inspected the expression of the British government.

His eyes were clear and wise, and his gorgeous and deep voice sounded, "The Diamond Celebration of the [-]th anniversary of the Queen's accession to the throne did not make you feel restless to play a game of chess."

The corner of the well-known consulting detective's mouth curled into an inexplicable arc, "Who on earth has such a great charm? Could it be——"

Unexpectedly, he withdrew the guess he was going to say, but cast his gaze on the game chess, "This does not seem to be the game chess you have used for many years, although it is a product produced by a manufacturer at the same time, I miss you It must have taken a considerable amount of effort for that assistant to find a game board made 17 years ago."

Sherlock's pale fingers rested on his chin, and his voice was pleasant, "Where did your old chess game go? Mycroft?"

The humanoid British government, which has power over Great Britain, remains unchanged, "It was smashed by me."

Mycroft Holmes looks mature and wise, like the perfect representative of a British gentleman. The three-piece Prince of Wales plaid suit seems to grow on his body, as if he was born with his soul.

He is full of a powerful aura of power, but only those who are very familiar with him will notice that the reserved and charming smile on the corner of his mouth seems a bit forced and false at this moment.

Sherlock's clear and beautiful eyes revealed malicious excitement, "For that lady?"

Mycroft's classical and elegant voice was very calm, "The lady you mentioned is a wanted criminal in Europe."

His posture was calm and his voice was indifferent, as if he was just talking about the weather and didn't care much.

The most indispensable man in the British government has the ability to disguise that ordinary people can't match. He has amazing power and covers the sky with one hand. If in a sense, he is the British government, that's right.

And Sherlock is one of the few who can see through his true intentions, not all, but enough to see through his false pretense of calm.

The Consulting Detective's charming public-school voice chimes, "Every plan has its fatal flaws, and sometimes the flaws come from within, and emotions are beyond the control of even the most cautious people."

Sherlock stared at his elder brother, who had power in Great Britain, "You are cautious by nature and take every step at every step, but even so, you cannot guarantee success every time. When facing that lady, your affection for her is the unstable foundation. "

"It can be seen from this that failure is not just a possibility, but an inevitability." Mycroft put the chess piece in his hand on the last position, and a fake and hypocritical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth—"The game is over .”

He won.

Mycroft looked calm, "If you didn't focus on too many irrelevant things, you wouldn't lose so ugly."

Sherlock sneered, "It seems that you are very dissatisfied with your lackey's failure to arrest the reappeared Vesper Lind back to the House of the River, Mycroft."

"Sherlock, if you hack into the MI[-] network system again, I don't mind sending you to prison." The humanoid British government gracefully crossed its legs, holding the legendary magic weapon, the little black umbrella, in its hand.

And Sherlock obviously also carried an imperial Browning on him.

The two geniuses of the Sherlock Holmes family looked at each other across the table, as if they had a murderous intent on the verge of breaking out.

Sherlock spoke first, "You should throw those lackeys to South America to fend for themselves. It took nineteen of them four hours to find Vesper Lind, but I only spent seventeen minutes , and already knew where she was.

Mycroft frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Where is she?"

Sherlock talked about him from left to right, "But there is another bad news. Not only is she accompanied by two men, but she also had an ambiguous relationship with a young man from a rich family who had just grown up. What's more troublesome is——"

"Moriarty also seems to have received news of her reappearance, no way, you know, his eyeliner is everywhere."

"Sherlock Holmes—" the British government's voice was low and threatening.

And Sherlock was looking into his eyes, raising his eyebrows with great interest, "I can tell you the address, but the condition is - let me join this interesting game."

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When the two Sherlock Holmes at 221B Baker Street are in a dangerous confrontation, the aura between Vespa's two ex-boyfriends is also on the verge of breaking out.

Vespa was at Voldemort's secret mansion in London at this time.

The Dark Lord seems to have lived a very rich life these years, and this mansion is probably more expensive and luxurious than the former Malfoy Manor.

It was noon at this time, and Vespa, who became the informer, was physically and mentally exhausted, and was about to bask in the sun in the garden.

But the Cthulhu and the Dark Lord seemed not prepared to give her this chance.

The two were quarreling fiercely, and the reason for the quarrel made her very helpless——

Vespa, who is currently a wanted criminal in Europe, obviously cannot take a civil flight to New York, so as to stop Thanos' ambition to plunge the universe into catastrophe.

The reason why Vespa believes that Thanos will launch a plan to destroy the world in New York is very simple and crude-this is the Marvel world, and the unlucky ones are always New York City, right?

But who would have thought that the two men in front of her would argue endlessly over who was responsible for taking her to New York. Kishen possessed the power of teleportation, and the Dark Lord's apparition had already been perfected, and both sides thought they were the best. good choice.

So a terrible and weird personal attack was launched for this——

"Look at your black robe, it looks like an ugly bat!"

"Look at the horns on your head, don't you think you're Bambi!"

"My God, what is that wand in your hand, it's so ugly it makes me laugh."

"Merlin, your Bambi helmet can't even cover your hairline."

"boom--"

The faint blue light emitted by the scepter and the green magic color of Avada Kedavra made a huge collision sound in the air.

Vespa took a deep breath, and shouted angrily at the two, "Shut up! My mother is a god of creation! I can go to New York!"

The evil god and the Dark Lord looked at each other, silently putting away their weapons.

Very well, the air finally calmed down. Vespa put on his sunglasses again and sat down on the recliner.

But unexpectedly, there was a violent explosion outside the gate of the Dark Lord's manor, and then, a somewhat familiar helicopter appeared in front of Vespa—the EC130 helicopter.

Vespa looked at the black helicopter as it descended, apparently recognizing its pilot—James Moriarty.

He can find such a secret mansion of the Dark Lord. Is this criminal Napoleon full of eyeliners all over the world?

Ji Shen squinted at the helicopter full of courteousness, "Who is this?"

Vespa rolled his eyes, thought carefully and calculated for a while, "If I remember correctly, this should be my fifth ex-boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, the helicopter had already stopped in front of Vespa.

Compared with Moriarty's famous criminal Napoleon status, he looks a bit too young.

His short dark hair made his complexion paler. The neatly dressed white round-neck shirt was tied with a Windsor knot, and he was wearing a slim-fit suit that was not too delicate, looking casual and relaxed.

But his unique temperament, which is a perfect combination of charm, naughtiness and resolute cold-blooded viciousness, will definitely not make people ignore his existence.

There was a cynical smile on the corner of Moriarty's mouth, but he felt like a monarch wearing a crown.

It's like everything in this world is just for fun in his hands, he can control anything effortlessly.

Moriarty walked up to her, with an inexplicable bewitching tone in his voice, "Hi, sexy, long time no see, who are these two skinny men beside you?"

Kishen looked at his height with disdain, and the Dark Lord sneered, "Oh, another alopecia patient."

Vespa: I'm so tired, I want to die, I want to make Lester a pie.

"Listen to me first—" She held her breath, and just as she was about to start her false explanation, she suddenly drove into a black car outside the blasted open gate.

Vespa looked at the black car equipped with bulletproof facilities and the two Holmes walking down from it with a blank expression.

Sherlock greeted her with great interest, "Miss Playing Dead, good afternoon."

The British government was looking at her without saying a word, but Vespa was very worried that the little black umbrella in his hand would suddenly be aimed at her.

She cleared her throat, "This is a very complicated matter, I need a moment to explain—"

Vespa's voice was interrupted again.

Because she suddenly saw the open space of the garden, and was dragged out of a wormhole tunnel by some unknown force, and then, a dark silver space-time spaceship appeared.

As the hurricane-like energy field stabilized, Vespa finally saw clearly the pilot of the spaceship——

His face is stern and deep, with a ruthless beauty. His face is not standard handsome, even a little too long, but that kind of bewitching charm is extremely aggressive and shocking.

— Khan Nuning Singh.

Sherlock Holmes - who is this man with the same face as me?

Mycroft Holmes—what the hell is old Mr. Holmes doing out there?

Vespa - I want to die, really.