[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

Insociety, women are referred to as "the fairersex"...Butinthewild, thefemalespeciesbefarmoreferociousthantheirmaleterparts.

In human society, women are considered as vulnerable groups.But in the vast nature, female animals can be a hundred times more vicious than male animals, and nest protection is our oldest and most powerful instinct.And sometimes, instinct can also satisfy people 221b Baker Street, London

Vespa cleared his throat, and spoke softly to the criminal leader on the phone, "You are really joking, when do I like to show mercy, not to mention what is wrong with NATO, how can you want to detonate nuclear weapons when you are unhappy, That's really rude."

"I'm an expert on crime, baby," Moriarty said in a bewitching voice with a touch of Irish accent, "I'm never tired of our little game between you and me, and if you try to get away alone, the world will blow up for you~ "

His tone is innocent and dramatic, like a young child who is desperate for a candy, with original sin-like malice.

What is the most terrifying villain in the world, like Moriarty, who can infiltrate her home past two MI[-] teams and order a few top assassins to point their guns at her head , and the intelligence agencies of the entire Commonwealth know nothing about him except that his name is James Moriarty.

His intentions, his psychology, and his upcoming criminal behavior are all unknown, but on the contrary, the world has no secrets from him. There are locked rooms all over the world, and the key is the king.

"To be honest, you really don't have to worry that I will be merciless," Vesper said sincerely, "The two Mr. Holmes, plus you, are geniuses who can only win by wisdom and temperament, and I am very superficial. Simply put, it's—"

The British government and consulting detectives narrowed their eyes slightly, and heard Vesper's sweet and frivolous voice, "I just look at the face."

James Moriarty: "…"

Mycroft Holmes: "..."

Sherlock Holmes: "..."

Is it too late to kill her now?

Moriarty's voice came after a few seconds of silence, "...you'd better apologize to me and the other two Holmes, please accept my kind warning, my dear."

"Allright," Vesper said perfunctorily, "I apologize for my shallowness, after all wisdom is the new sexy these days."

The three who can only rely on temperament to win: ...why doesn't she talk about her appearance?

Vespa shrugged, "Just as you often despise my IQ, I can always find fault with the hairline, long face and small belly of geniuses."

Temperament Group Three: Enough!Needless to say so specific!

Sherlock looked at her slightly sideways, his face like a marble statue showed a classic taste, he reminded Vespa, "The length of my skull is reasonable, it's just that the narrow face makes you a goldfish with an empty brain. misunderstanding."

Vespa pulled a fake smile at the corner of his mouth, "It's a good reason, as long as you are happy."

Sherlock: ...don't stop me!I want to kill her!

And the British government stared at her perfect side face, with a perfect smile as if at the prime minister's inauguration ceremony, "Miss Linde, on behalf of the British intelligence agency, I assure you that this sentence will get you involved in a foreign power case .”

Vesper shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh, anyway, the agents of the British intelligence agencies usually have the nightmare of British men—the problem of hair loss. It's really sad to see."

Mycroft: ...where's the helicopter?Throw her to me immediately to plant cotton in South America!

On the other side of the phone, Moriarty of the Chicken Thieves decided to skip this topic. Who told him to be an English man? It’s a real pain to have any reasonable excuses to refute the receding hairline.

"Let's go on a romantic date, sweety." Moriarty suddenly suggested with great interest.

Vespa raised his eyebrows, "I hope it's a traditional dating arrangement that doesn't involve Algerian terrorists."

"Of course," Moriarty said in a friendly voice, "how about the swimming pool?"

Vespa had an inexplicably bad guess, "I hope it wasn't the place where you murdered that boy with big feet."

"Oh, baby, sometimes you suddenly show a little cleverness, which really surprises me." Moriarty praised her in an exaggerated voice, and then sent the detailed location of the swimming pool to her email, ending the call.

In the next second, the blackberry in her hand was already in the hands of a black-haired curly, and Sherlock, who had just maintained an elegant posture, seemed to be a perfect statue in the Victorian period, was jumping and shouting excitedly——

"The murder case, the murder case I was looking forward to! There is no reason to sit at home anymore, life has finally regained its fun!"

Vespa silently glanced at the British Government—take me back to Downing Street, please, consulting detectives is scary.

"Stop dreaming, Miss Running Dog." Sherlock's gorgeous and charming voice sounded, he put his hands on both sides of her single chair, bent over to get very close, and then stared into her eyes, "Miss Running Dog, Come with me to conquer the world, and I will give you blood that you have never experienced before."

Vesper: ...Can you, the first virgin in Great Britain, stop molesting me!

Mycroft Holmes stroked the yellow bamboo handle of the little black umbrella, "This case is top secret. It seems that we should bring this criminal leader back to the River House for a talk."

The house of Dahe, that is, MI[-], has a very harmonious name to the outside world-"Government Telecommunications Bureau" or "Office of the Permanent Under-Secretary of the British Foreign Office".

The founder of MI[-] is the well-known British "father of intelligence" Cumming, and this secretive agency, together with the US Central Intelligence Agency, the former Soviet Union's National Security Council (KGB) and Israel's Mossad, and Known as "the world's four major intelligence organizations."

And its current ruler is Mr. Mycroft Holmes, who claims to be the last official in the British government.

He's such a hypocrite, isn't he?

Sherlock put on a black and gray windbreaker, and looked extraordinarily tall and straight. Vesper couldn't help but look around him twice, but was glared at by the British government.

Vespa spread his hands, "Who makes you always love sweets, but you are reluctant to leave the office to do some field work."

"Miss Linde, as a typical lazy French girl, you have no right to despise my way of life." Mycroft held a black umbrella with one hand, with a fake smile on his face, and a cold threat in his voice.

The consulting detective with curly hair strode down the stairs, "Shut up, you two have lowered the IQ of the whole street."

While the British government and Vesper walked behind him unhurriedly, the brunette girl asked, "Has his ability to speak out has always been so outstanding?"

"Today has restrained a bit." The voice of the spy leader in the British three-piece suit was cordial and sincere.

Vespa looked at the alluring figure of the consulting detective, "It's hard to imagine how he survived until now without being beaten to death."

"Move your little head full of hollow pasta," Sherlock looked back at her, his gorgeous and deep voice was exceptionally calm, without the slightest ostentation, "I'm afraid there is no one in this world who can defeat me with his fighting ability." stupid goldfish."

Vespa showed a perfunctory smile, and slapped his palms a few times, "Then you are really awesome, do you want to applaud you?"

Ask the detective: "...you deserve to go grow cotton in South America."

"Let me say this one last time—shut up, you two!" The MI[-] agent leader stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the two of them, "Do you need to send the two of you to the school where Princess Diana once taught?" Montessori Kindergarten?"

Vespa: "Compared to South America, I choose Montessori."

Sherlock: "Compared to drug rehab, I choose Montessori."

British Government: "...I choose to send you two idiots to God."

Sherlock and Vesper looked at each other, and shrugged helplessly, "Your boss and your brother probably suffer from a physical and mental disorder caused by hormonal changes, which is the so-called male menopause."

"No wonder I have a small belly."

"Who said it wasn't."

Mycroft smiled, looking wise and calm, "It seems that a half-year undercover mission in Eastern Europe is very suitable for the two of you."

Sherlock was unmoved, but Vespa blinked at him, "What is the probability of survival?"

"It's a little higher than going to God directly." The British government replied kindly.

Vespa felt that life was very gloomy at this moment, "I'm hugging your thigh and begging for mercy, is there still time?"

With his little black umbrella propped up, Mycroft smiled and walked over the duo to get into his exclusive explosion-proof black car. Just as Vespa opened the other side and wanted to get in, the consulting detective got in first.

In the originally spacious back seat, there were two Sherlock Holmes and Vespa sitting side by side, while Mr. Holmes Jr. was sitting in the middle with a calm expression.

"...Mr. Detective, I thought you could tell in a second that I was pursuing your brother, and you seemed to be making trouble at an inappropriate time. Sorry, I am not interested in cohabitation with threesomes." Vespa sincerely said Watch him whisper.

Sherlock frowned, "My God, your little head is full of weeds, he has even entered male menopause."

Vespa immediately covered his mouth, "Shut up, you, I don't want to go to Eastern Europe as an undercover agent and die in a foreign land."

Sherlock, who is proficient in martial arts, easily restrained her wrist, staring at her with eyes as clear as gray gemstones, "... Living together for a threesome is a good suggestion."

British Government: Excuseme?Who agrees?