[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

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Threats and coercion have two effects on relationships, either causing people to go their separate ways, or bringing hearts closer together, binding each other tightly for the same goal.

The "good match" trio watched helplessly as the landlady left the stairwell very quickly, as if the scene in front of them was a particularly terrifying scourge.

And Sherlock Holmes stared at the impossibly soft black-haired girl, and he suspected that any resistance he made to the current position might accidentally injure her, because she looked like a lazy girl who never worked out.

"It seems that you are very skillful in this posture, Miss the lackey from France." The expression on his face was unusually beating, as if he was sincerely despising the stupid goldfish on his body.

Vespa sneered, "Anyway, you must be the one with the longest face among the men I have ever sat on."

"It seems that you are particularly keen on dealing with men," Sherlock said with a flash of light in his beautiful green eyes, "Why? Do you think you can pull me into it with your appearance? This stupid game? Like those idiots who are obsessed with you?"

"Don't dream, Mr. Detective," Vespa said indifferently, "Although I'm a flirtatious girl who likes to sit on men's laps, I'm not interested in you at all."

The British government looked at these two naive guys and couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up both of you, Vespa, come down quickly!"

Vespa turned to look at him dissatisfied, "Why do you only yell at me!"

Sherlock frowned and said to him, "From the look on your face, she has never used this position with you."

Mycroft Holmes twitched his temples, "After three seconds, if you don't return to a decent posture, one of you will be forcibly sent to a drug rehabilitation center, and the other will board a helicopter to the Republic of Uruguay."

Vespa looked down at the consulting detective, blinked his green eyes innocently, walked away from him with a smile, sat on another armchair in an extremely elegant posture, took a sip of coffee, and looked elegant , Natural and generous.

"Very well, Miss Linde," the British Government pulled up a perfect smile, praising her dog-legged behavior, "You look as if you are drinking tea with half of the government council members, and Sherlock— —”

Mycroft looked at Curly, who rolled over and curled up like a cat in the brown leather sofa, and asked the detective, "You look very stupid now."

Vespa raised his hand, "Mr. Holmes, I think the detective might be shy. I heard he is a virgin."

Sherlock sat up from the sofa and looked at her expressionlessly, "You are so stupid."

"You're getting angry." Vespa shrugged nonchalantly.

The deep and gorgeous voice of the consulting detective sounded a bit vicious, "God, what's in that little head of yours? It's empty."

Mycroft held a black umbrella in one hand, and said in a threatening tone, "You two are not three-year-olds, and I am not a care teacher in a Montessori kindergarten."

Vespa folded his arms and said to the consulting detective, "He started first."

"You're not much better, Miss Linde." The British government replied blankly.

Sherlock also folded his arms, with a cold expression on his face, "I have a much higher IQ than her."

Vespa shrugged. When the idol of life collapsed, the fan girl turned into a black fan, "Look, the way he speaks is particularly mediocre, and he sounds very unbeatable."

The consulting detective evoked a perfunctory smile, "You need a beating? I can dislocate your arm in three seconds."

"As an English man, your gentlemanly demeanor must have fed the dogs." Vespa said in a mocking and cold tone.

"Gentlemanlike? What's that?" Sherlock looked at her curiously. "Is it a type of macaroni?"

"Bang—" The small black umbrella in the hands of the British government hit the table between the two of them, making a dangerous sound.

——"It seems that you two childish fools hope to be locked up together in a drug rehabilitation center in the Republic of Paraguay."

Sherlock: "...I'm fluent in Spanish and Guaraní, but I don't like the subtropical climate."

Vespa: "...I don't know Spanish or Guaraní, and I don't want to be locked up with an impudent Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Without me as a guide, you would have been sold to grow cotton at the foot of Mount Amanbai."

"Then it seems that I would like to thank you for your kindness first." Vespa flashed a sincere smile at him.

Mycroft said calmly, "...Very well, it seems that you are getting along well."

Vespa and Sherlock looked at each other: Is your brother and your boss crazy?Which eye sees the 'phase, place, no, wrong'?

The British government sat calmly and calmly on the single sofa seat, "Sherlock, I need your assistance when I come here today."

"It's better to say that there is an unmanageable threat from the Commonwealth." The consulting detective raised his eyebrows, looking enthusiastic. "What? Someone claimed to bomb London again? Dead?"

Mycroft Holmes said indifferently, "You look a little too excited, Sherlock, that's inappropriate."

"Come on, Mycroft, put away your hypocrisy," said the consulting detective's low and sexy subwoofer, with uncontrollable excitement, "I need a case."

Mycroft tapped his knee rhythmically with his fingers, and revealed a name with an unclear expression, "James Moriarty."

"Judging from the constriction of your pupils and the slight change of expression on your face—" Sherlock turned to look at Vespa, "Is this Moriarty the man who kissed you passionately last night?"

Vespa looked at him with a headache, "... yes."

The consulting detective stared into her eyes, and said softly, "How about your kissing skills?"

"Notbad," Vesper replied sincerely, "it's better than one of my boyfriends, after all, that ex was also a virgin when he exchanged our first kiss with me, but his kissing skills improved by leaps and bounds afterwards, it's simply amazing. "

She was referring to a certain Shaking S Dark Lord.

Sherlock looked at her dissatisfied, "I think you are alluding to me."

"Stop dreaming, I'm not interested in you." Vespa replied understandingly.

Enduring the urge to humanely destroy the two idiots in front of them, the British government narrowed its eyes and said in a cold voice, "While the two of you are bickering childishly, London's terror threat level has risen to the highest level."

Sherlock glanced at her, took out his BlackBerry from his trousers pocket, and was operating something, while Vespa stared at the phone, feeling very familiar, until she touched her skirt pocket and found that it was empty.

— "Excuse me, Mr. Detective, is that my BlackBerry?"

Sherlock's voice was flat, "I will not set the phone screen to Leonardo DiCaprio."

"But I set the code, and it's supposed to be in my skirt pocket." Vespa tried to keep a smile on his face.

"You can guess the password from the way you speak. It doesn't take more than a minute, and it's not reliable at all." Sherlock looked up at her, "As for the reason why it appeared in my hand, it was because you had a close relationship a few minutes ago. ride on me."

"Intimate?" Vespa looked at Mycroft, "Is your younger brother teasing me?"

The British government frowned, "Judging from his Mariana Trench-like emotional intelligence, this is really unreasonable."

Keeping the system tasks in mind, Vespa stared intently at the British gentleman in a three-piece suit, "Don't worry, so far, I like you better."

Mycroft Holmes' temple twitched again, "...Thank you."

The world's number one consulting detective, Your Excellency, is looking at the chief agent of MI[-], "According to what you said—not only is your reasoning not inferior to me, but you also have a high sense of social responsibility and a high level of comprehensive ability." As for me, then why should I assist in this case."

"James Moriarty has an unprecedented criminal mind, and a few lines of procedures can be unimpeded," McCoff gracefully crossed his legs, and his expression was full of the attitude of a powerful and powerful person. "Now is the period of the American election , I can’t leave the office, let alone a case like this, I have to go out to run errands, field work is not my strong point.”

Vespa felt that this passage could be summed up in one word—lazy.

And the consulting detective is obviously better at hitting the nail on the head, "That's why you've gotten so fat, look at your little belly."

Vespa glanced subconsciously, but the British government looked back with murderous eyes.

She whispered softly, and looked at Sherlock obediently, "Mr. Detective, do you still remember the first case you mentioned in your personal blog?"

"Karl Powers?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, his voice raised, "and—why do you follow my private blog?"

"When I was young and ignorant, I used to be your fan girl, but don't worry, I won't be anymore after today," Vespa pulled a smirk from the corner of his mouth, "Back to the boy with big feet, Carl Bowles, He used to laugh at Moriarty, who was younger than him, and then one day, Moriarty made him stop laughing."

The consulting detective with black hair and natural curly hair frowned, "Is this from his own mouth?"

"He used this incident to scare me when we met for the second time." Vespa carefully recalled the scene at that time.

In fact, she doesn't mind telling the two Mr. Holmes about such trivial clues about Moriarty, but it is not easy to grasp the measure. Whether it is this system task or her current double agent status, it seems that she has no clues about Moriarty. Stepping on a high-altitude tightrope is as perilous as she is facing perhaps the three most intelligent people in the world.

But she can only win, can't she?

"Ding——" the BlackBerry in Sherlock's hand vibrated frantically.

The caller clearly indicated - Moriarty.

Vespa reluctantly stopped the curly-haired detective who was about to answer the question in person, "Please always remember my identity as a double agent at this time, and don't frame me."

Sherlock didn't answer her, but looked at Mycroft, with a malicious expression of fear of chaos in the world, "I need an assistant to take over this case, and the lackey lady you brought with me happens to be a not-so-bad lady." choose."

Mycroft Holmes said in a low voice, "A goldfish can only have one master, Sherlock."

Vespa silently looked at the two Sherlock Holmes facing each other silently, and then pressed the answer button on the BlackBerry.

Through the digital information converted by the current, Moriarty's soft and seductive voice came from the receiver, but it faintly revealed a chilling and dangerous atmosphere, "Sweety, I heard that you and the person in charge of the River House are currently Meet that famous consulting detective, be good, don't show mercy, or I might blow up NATO in a fit of anger."

Vespa: ...I think I might overturn.