[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Who is Sherlock?

A noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who is out of vulgar taste...

No, no, the first three sentences may be correct, but Sherlock still has some bad taste.

For example, now he is almost watching his partner's tragic car accident scene with a kind of displeased but wicked mood.

But he had to admit it.

Her flirting techniques are immature, and even her questions are very old-fashioned.

But I can't stand her well-dressed, she looks so good.

If, if he really follows the person in his shell at this moment, it will be easier to tease... Maybe it is a concept similar to returning to basics?

That feeling of a well-groomed person being clumsy to you?

But Sherlock is so angry.

While smiling gently, with a flattered (x) look, he promised to go to the dance with Weiwei, while his heart was crazy os, and even the hand in his pocket had already sent a message trying to remind Weiwei that she is have a boyfriend.

Weiwei took out his mobile phone, saw the message from Sherlock, and saw Sherlock at a glance - oh no, the gentleman in front of him had his right hand in his pocket, and he understood it in an instant.

She wanted to laugh but she held back.

She even said very gently: "My professor always sends me messages. He probably has a crush on me."

Lightly, sarcastically.

Sherlock's fingers froze in his pocket.

No, something must be wrong, it doesn't fit vicky's profile, unless vicky is replaced by someone who doesn't know her profile well.

But it's impossible, no one can replace Vicky under his nose, and now, Vicky is Vicky, she must have discovered something wrong to treat herself like this.

So what the hell is possible.

Sherlock's brain was spinning at high speed while maintaining the silly, white and sweet character design.

well.

The two people who pretend to be stupid on the surface but have their own ulterior motives show a secret smile (?)

"Then, should we go, my r?" Weiwei smiled and got up first.

Sherlock... His current pseudonym is Klich, and when he saw Vivi get up, Klich immediately got up, and even ran to deliver the bag to Vivila's chair.

Weiwei's smile really showed from her eyes, her previous tiredness seemed to have disappeared, leaving only real joy.

This time he didn't change his skin color, so he didn't pay much attention to the back of his neck. Weiwei saw his little red mole when he lowered his head.

She finally confirmed.

Then I couldn't help laughing anymore.

"why are you laughing?"

Creech asked her.

Weiwei's words are still smiling:

"I just think it's great that you're here at this moment."

Creech smiled shyly, and Vivi could even feel the tension in his body.But Weiwei also knew that this only proved how successful and deep Sherlock's disguise was.If Sherlock wanted to, he might be the greatest actor ever.

He is obviously a person who does not interact with ordinary people, but he knows how to play an ordinary person best.

After thinking about it again, Sherlock doesn't interact with ordinary people, but "these eyes have seen too much".

Her mood lightened up, although Sherlock didn't face her, but Vivi could already comfortably hold him (maybe Wei Wei wasn't so relaxed when Sherlock held her face).

She is very happy.

Weiwei thought that perhaps in the coming year, she could give Sherlock a gift, "On the Self-cultivation of Actors", Sherlock would definitely like it.

Both Weiwei and Klich showed their invitation cards, and the security personnel let them into the venue.

Standing next to her was Sherlock, and Weiwei was less persistent about her work.

After all, Sherlock isn't going to sit idly by.Vivi has 1000 reasons to believe that Sherlock will solve everything before he gets here.Even if there is no reason, she can judge by intuition.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

She took his hand and talked with him while looking casually at her surroundings.

"So you're actually French, too?" She was a little taken aback.

Sherlock, you seem to have a particular preference for the French?

From Mr. Dent to Mr. Clara and now Kerry... It seems that Sherlock has a French instinct in his bones?Vivi began to wonder whether Mr. Sherlock Holmes possessed French romance.

Or, Mr. Sherlock still has 1/8 French (fourth tone) mixed blood in his bones?My mother, am I time-traveling to a Tom Sue version of Sherlock? Hahahahaha.

Weiwei pleased herself very much, so her smile became more sincere.

Sherlock, oh no, Creech's smile is getting bigger and bigger, but the bullet screen that keeps brushing through his mind under the mask of his smile is probably similar to you waiting for me tonight, who will stop me? It doesn't work well or anything like that.

Seriously, you really didn’t come here, you sent it from thousands of miles/stare

"Yes, although I grew up in the United States, my mother is a French through and through. I have also traveled to France many times. If there is a chance, I hope to be with you," he smiled, his blue eyes seemed like Rippling an ocean, "So, now, can I invite you to your first dance?"

Vivi: ...

Embarrassed.

Here comes a problem.

She can't dance.

If you really want to say, does radio gymnastics count? ? ?

He stretched out his hand towards her, his fingers were long and strong.

Weiwei knew the feeling of being held by these hands.

She put her hand in his palm: "I don't mind, but I can't dance at all, can you be my professor?"

Now that the words have come to this point, her hint is already quite explicit.

Sherlock knew she recognized him as soon as he saw her utterly dependent eyes.

This time it was recognized quickly.

He lowered his head and stared at her deeply, as if looking for something in her eyes.

After going through it, it is still different.

This time I recognized it very quickly.

He was thinking a little carelessly.

Annoyed before, Sherlock still believed in his heart that Weiwei could not hook up or something, but his confidence in himself also made him think that it was impossible for him to lose his vest... But if she sees through, he acceptable.

After thinking about emotional things, Sherlock began to return to rationality.

Ah, what an embarrassing thing to do.

Is he going to bring a dummy, or is it more appropriate to restore Sherlock's nature?

It took Sherlock less than two seconds to choose the former... Although it was shameful enough to play, many vulgar men present who couldn't control their eyes or lower body were staring at Vicky. If the change is too big now, it will attract attention of.

Sure enough, he saw the mischievous light in her eyes.

Sherlock couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart, a novel but not annoying feeling, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her with Creech's tenderness.

But this moment inexplicably coincides with Sherlock himself.

No one said much.

The music was suddenly quiet, and then the saxophone sounded again, melodiously, I don't know whether it was his eyes or the music at this moment, which made Weiwei's heart tremble.

"Aren't you going to take me to dance?" She smiled and said, "I can't dance."

"Leave it to me."

It was as if the start button was pressed, and the screen became smooth again. She nestled obediently in his arms, her hands were in his palms, and her waist was also in his palms. dancing shoes.

Probably a kind of romance similar to the nature of the French, Weiwei thinks, he seems to be unable to stop now.

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In front of the monitor.

Letterman's phone vibrated, and he took it out to take a look.

Tsk, it looks like you've been busy tonight.

He raised his eyebrows, turned his head that was tilted to the left to the right, and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Hey Foster, looking at you in a hurry reminds me of your leisurely way of eating pudding in the morning, you are really different," he smiled perfunctorily, "So, you just went to steal a pudding?"

Foster unhappily smashed the folder in his hand on Letterman's shoulder: "It's not good news, I can't contact Victoria, the communicator was cut off and the phone didn't answer, you know it's unreasonable, she There is also an electronic pet in the phone!"

"Electronic pets may not have such advanced functions," Letterman said indifferently, "Look at our lovely interns, they are already addicted to beauty and cannot extricate themselves."

He indicated with his eyes which electronic screen was on.

Foster followed Letterman's gaze.

Coincidentally, the two seemed to be whispering, with an intimate look.

What they didn't know was that the "beauty" whom they ridiculed left her ear with a kiss on the back of her neck.

"Didn't Victoria have an electronic pet?" Foster frowned and quickly realized, "I remember it was a man with curly hair and a long face... Wait, what's the situation now?"

"What's happening now is that the case has been solved, but we still need to work hard to win the Oscar for Extras this year, if there is such a stupid award."

He zoomed in and saw the face of the guy who hooked up with his intern. He didn't listen to what was said between the young lovers, he was just studying the expression of this gentleman.

He had met Sherlock Holmes more than once, and although he had never dealt with him directly, he had an impression of him.

Speaking of...

He was thinking silently, and ignored what questions Foster seemed to ask.

Human camouflage can really go to this level, tsk... He has never seen such superb acting skills in the film works of the Oscar awards ceremony.

At this time, Assistant Mayor Dan came over.

"Mr. Letterman, I want to know what's going on..."