[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

When Anthea was busy sorting out the recent Iranian investigation documents at her desk in order to prevent being sent to South Sudan to study the "source of the Nile", Vespa was sitting in a black car equipped with bulletproof facilities by the British government. But she has no idea of ​​her destination for the time being, and she hopes that she is not thrown directly into the helicopter by Mycroft Holmes, and then sent to the Republic of Paraguay to fend for herself.

"You're starting to think you're smart again, Vespa." In the spacious back seat, Holmes showed her an impeccable and perfect smile, with an elegant and friendly tone, but it was a pity that the wording revealed clear contempt and IQ crushing.

Vespa glanced at the rapidly receding scene outside the window, and looked at him sincerely, "Mr. Holmes, I apologize for the wording of 'a handful of years'."

Mycroft had a leisurely look of contentment on his face, and folded his hands in front of him, "The national language of the Republic of Paraguay is Guarani, and the nasal and guttural sounds are very prominent. It is expected that you will spend a long time be used flexibly.”

"I thought you just need to let some special data appear on my computer's hard disk," Vespa wanted to cry without tears, "British intelligence agencies can easily put me in prison without wasting national resources. to South America."

"Good idea, Miss Linde." Holmes smiled relaxedly, showing the attitude of a superior who has been in a high position for many years.

And Vespa, the ruled class, understands deeply-talking about the age of the British government in human form can really make you unlucky.

When the deep black car drove past the York Palace, Vespa looked at the classic Victorian buildings outside the window, and she guessed curiously, "Are we going to meet the great Mr. Detective?"

At this time, I have already passed Regent's Park, and I am about to enter Baker Street, the holy place for countless detective fans.

"Great?" Mycroft Holmes noticed that when Vesper mentioned his stupid younger brother, his attitude was almost fanatical, and this was obviously not common. Misunderstanding and exclusion.

"Of course," Vespa said of the Consulting Detective, without hesitation, "he has a cool head, keen observation skills, strong reasoning skills, and he is also very good at swordsmanship, boxing and violin playing. Can captivate the world.”

It's hard for anyone who read "The Sherlock Holmes" as a teenager not to be fascinated by this detective.

So in this state of mind, the British government in front of Vespa, who has means and ability, and even has stronger reasoning ability than consulting detectives, found himself ignored.

"I hope you can still maintain this understanding after today." Mycroft looked at her sympathetically.

Vespa shuddered at the cadence of his tone.

how?The setting of Sherlock Holmes in this film and television work is very special?

When she got off the bus with the British government and stood outside the door of 221b Baker Street, she silently watched the head of the MI[-] agent and used a special method to open the door. Mycroft had a decent and elegant smile on his face, " Mrs. Hudson is out to deal with the legacy of her ex-husband, and my younger brother, I am afraid, will not be polite to open the door for us anyway—”

Mycroft Holmes, standing aside as a gentleman, invited her in. "You know, that's the best plan."

Vespa: ...Why do you feel more and more weird... Is it too late for her to go home now?

The width of the stairs leading to the second floor can only allow one person to pass. Vespa walked behind the British government and found that his steps seemed to be strictly measured, and he always maintained the most elegant and gentle posture, with excellent self-control.

When entering the living room on the second floor of Baker Street 221b, the first thing Vespa noticed was the figure standing in front of the window. He was dressed in a handsome black suit, and the picture of him standing by the window and bowing his head to play the violin was so beautiful that it could be pictured.

But what ruined all the atmosphere was that the very elegant and beautiful piano sound just now became extremely harsh the moment the British government entered the second floor, which was more terrifying and exciting than the work of lumberjacks.

Mycroft Holmes frowned, "Sherlock, there is a lady visiting today, please be tactful."

Vespa could hardly believe that the black-haired man in front of him was a famous consulting detective, what about the legendary hooked nose and strange appearance?

Although this man should not be called a handsome man in the aesthetic standards of England or France, his face is even a bit too long, his skin is pale, and his expression is indifferent. Oh, he also has a natural curly hair.

But that Sherlock Holmes-style elite abstinence makes him look extraordinarily charming. Those deep eyes are probably the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen. The three colors of blue, green and gold merge into the most charming scenery, as if hiding the entire sea of ​​stars. .

Sherlock Holmes gamma ray glanced at Vespa for a week, then looked at the British government, with a gorgeous and deep voice, "Congratulations on finding a new lackey."

Vespa Minion Lind: ...The great detective Sherlock Holmes is actually a vicious tongue and arrogant black hair with natural curly hair...

In the living room of 221b Baker Street, the black European-style vine wallpaper is classic and exquisite. On the portrait of the skull donated by the British artist John Pinkerton, the plexiglass is shining with cold light, and Sherlock Holmes is sitting expressionlessly in the black Cobb Siye sat on the sofa, staring at the humanoid British government silently.

There seems to be a murderous intent between the two geniuses, imminent.

Vespa sat on a shabby-looking, but in fact a very beautiful retro brown leather sofa, very worried that the two Holmes in front of him would shoot each other.

And she is very likely to be the unlucky one who was killed by mistake.

Given that one was the head of an MI[-] agent, the other was a master of boxing, and she was just a physical wreck who never cared about fitness, it was a pretty simple inference.

Vespa felt that judging from the current personality of the consulting detective, he would never serve a cup of coffee for the British government, so she smiled and said, "Sorry, Mr. Detective, can I borrow your kitchen?"

Sherlock Holmes quickly spread an unusually hypocritical smile, "Of course, Ms. Running Dog."

The smile on Vespa's face didn't seem to have any effect. She was wearing a knee-length black wrap dress today. It was obviously a decent style and length, because her too perfect curves looked very attractive, and the corner of McCauf's mouth The curvature of the body shrank almost imperceptibly by a tenth of a millimeter.

Sherlock frowned first, and then showed a smile that looked unusually awkward.

Vespa stood in the open kitchen at 221b Baker Street, looked at the unknown blood in the sink with a calm face, and poured the eyeballs in the coffee cup into the trash can by the way.

She took out the siphon pot to make coffee, and saw two Sherlock Holmes sitting in the living room lighting a cigarette each, discussing something amidst the smoke.

But I'm afraid it won't be a good thing.

"It's low tar again, you look like you just learned to smoke." Sherlock looked at the British government with contempt.

Mycroft Holmes was unmoved. "If you don't quit your little drug addiction, I don't mind having Scotland Yard break into your apartment to find evidence."

"Don't be smart, Mycroft." Sherlock glanced at the brunette in the kitchen. "Obviously, it's too bad that you're attracted to a goldfish."

The British Government pressed low-tar cigarettes into the glass ashtray, then wiped their hands with a handkerchief from the pocket of the three-piece vest, "I am indeed smarter than you, Sherlock."

"I used to think I was an idiot." The childhood shadow of the consulting detective was often crushed by McCoff's IQ.

"Who isn't, I thought you were an idiot too," Mycroft put his hands together on his chin, "We all thought so before we met other kids."

Sherlock frowned, with a look of disgust, "I really shouldn't associate with other children."

Mycroft agrees, "Not really."

Another child, Vesper: ...Did the man of the Holmes family engrave the word "beaten up" on his forehead?

Then she found herself the subject of discussion.

The voice of a consulting detective with flamboyant curly hair sarcastically said, "It's unimaginable that you are now infected with the physical defects of those losers because of a stupid goldfish."

The tone of the British government was a bit cold, "Those things won't have the slightest bad effect on me."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I thought goldfish like to deceive themselves and others."

Vespa brought the coffee just in time.

Mycroft was as usual a gentleman, thanking him with a fake smile on his face.

The consulting detective gave the order without moving, "Two pieces of candy."

Vespa, who had forgotten that he was once a fan of the great detective Sherlock Holmes, "I am not your servant, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock said flatly, "I don't need any servants, you will lower the IQ of this apartment."

To some extent, the poisonous detective is telling the truth. In front of the two Sherlock Holmes, she is indeed a goldfish with mediocre intelligence.

But this does not mean that she can rationally accept the offense of her former idol, "With all due respect, you have also raised the average face length in this apartment."

Sherlock's gray jewel-like eyes stared at her, "Who did you kiss last night? Of course I mean a man other than Mycroft, probably a criminal."

He went on to add, "The gunpowder burn marks on your fingers are not comprehensive. The man held your hand and pulled the trigger." Sherlock looked at the British government. , the shadow just now became heavier today, it’s really pitiful.”

Vespa had no idea how he came to the conclusion that she kissed passionately last night. His miraculous brain was able to use the same calculation formula to calculate the almost-worthy to magical conclusions that were usually beyond her comprehension as a dumb goldfish.

And the British government said softly, "Actually, I had a very good rest last night."

Sherlock sneered, "Aren't you too busy regretting to send her to that man as a spy?"

"As for you, Ms. Mycroft's running dog," said the consulting detective, "I'm afraid your brain is so full of macaroni that you are foolish enough to think you can walk between Mycroft Holmes and another man."

Former fan girl Vespa Goofy Goldfish, "—You rude fellow! Not the great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes!"

Vespa, who was burning with anger because of the collapse of the idol, strangled his neck angrily, and pressed his black hair to the sofa in natural curls.

"Great?" Sherlock momentarily forgot to protest at her words.

The British government looked at the strange posture of the woman on top of the man in front of him, and felt that his brain was very painful, so he put down his little black umbrella, and was about to pull Vesper off Sherlock.

When he stood behind Vespa, and the moment his hands touched the black-haired girl's arms, he heard an exclamation from the stairs——

"My God!"

Mrs. Hudson stood at the top of the stairs with an unbelievable expression on her face, and then tried to pretend to be calm, "...don't worry, I am a very enlightened landlady, and the two young men next door are married. The three of you look...um ...a perfect match."

The seemingly well-matched trio: "..."