[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

"Professor, this is specially made by me."

Helen pointed to Moriarty's full-length portrait and smiled at him, "I shot three times, in the abdomen, thighs and chest, and John shot eight times, in the heart, neck, limbs and waist. Sherlock aimed at yours." Both eyeballs were shot."

Helen pointed to the holes in the statues that Moriarty deliberately ignored, and explained to him that this made Moriarty feel a little bad.

In fact, a full-length portrait of myself would look horrific if it was full of holes.

But Moriarty is Moriarty after all, and his psychological quality is much stronger than ordinary people.

Not only does he not change his face, but he can also use it to tease Sherlock.

It was just that Helen suddenly pointed out this fact that he had deliberately ignored, especially when Helen explained it so clearly and carefully, it really made Moriarty feel his muscles tense where she pointed it out.

"Hehe, Helen, you are still so interesting!"

Moriarty eased his somewhat stiff expression, and said in a floating voice.

"No, professor, didn't you resign even your cultural literacy after you left your job? Why do you only say it's funny every time you see me?" Helen looked at Moriarty seriously and asked.

Moriarty: "..."

That's because apart from being interesting, do you think there are any other adjectives to describe you, a former disciple who always makes it difficult for him to step down?

"Oh, yes, that's because Mr. Moriarty's vocabulary is too poor because of his concentration on crime."

Sherlock had admired enough of Moriarty's appearance of being choked by Helen, he did not hide his gloating at all.

There is a sense of relief that I am not the only one who has this kind of treatment, and others have also fallen into this situation.

"Okay, my lovely girlfriend, please go out first, it will be fine in a while."

Sherlock lowered his head and kissed Helen's cheek, coaxing softly, Helen nodded obediently to him and left.

Moriarty: "..." I really want to burn it!

He suddenly felt that he might have made a wrong decision to come to 221b today, at least from the moment he entered the door until now, his body and mind have been suffering enormous damage.

"Sherlock, you have worked hard."

Moriarty looked at Helen's back meaningfully and pointed out something.

Thinking about the time he spent with Helen when he was teaching at Oxford University, and now Sherlock actually faces her every day, Moriarty couldn't help feeling admiration for Sherlock.

"Hehe, you're thinking too much. Helen is obviously a cute and well-behaved girl." Sherlock deliberately showed a happy and sweet smile to Moriarty.

Regardless of whether he said it in good faith or not, at least he managed to persuade Moriarty.

Hehe, Sherlock, he just quietly watched you pretend to be aggressive, continue to slap your swollen face to pretend to be fat!

"Hehe, it's wonderful to think of fate. I didn't expect Helen to be taken over by you!" Moriarty sat down on the sofa and smiled lightly at Sherlock.

Moriarty's words made Sherlock frowned displeasedly: "She has nothing to do with you."

Moriarty said this as if he was Helen's ex, which made Sherlock very unhappy.

Especially when Sherlock thought that Moriarty had known Helen for a long time before himself, and they had been together for so long, which made Sherlock feel even more uncomfortable.

Moriarty understood the meaning of Sherlock's words, he blinked at him pretending to be sad and said, "Oh, Charlie, you can't leave our relationship so clear, after all, Helen used to be me. favorite student."

"You also said it was, so now everything about her has nothing to do with you."

Moriarty: "..." Such a jealous man can't afford to be hurt!

While Sherlock and Moriarty were talking, Helen went downstairs to stay with Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh, Helen, here comes the bad guy."

Seeing Helen coming downstairs, Mrs. Hudson greeted her.

"Bad guy?" Helen repeated these words several times in her mouth, and she felt that Mrs. Hudson's description was really good.

"Well, I'm talking to Sherlock." Helen walked over and nodded to her.

"Leave them alone, come over for tea." Mrs. Hudson handed a cup of steaming, fragrant black tea to Helen's hand.

Helen took it to thank her and took a sip, feeling really refreshed.

"Sherlock isn't very happy recently, Mrs. Hudson, what do you think I should do to make him happy?" Helen asked Mrs. Hudson, who has experienced in love, for advice.

This made Mrs. Hudson laugh happily: "What a lovely girl!"

"Helen, there is no problem between lovers that cannot be resolved in bed."

Mrs. Hudson approached Helen, winked at her ambiguously and said, "Just do it once."

Helen's eyes widened, really?

She listened to Mrs. Hudson's words seriously, and began to think.

Will Sherlock use this method if he is unhappy in the future?

Although Helen wanted to make her boyfriend happy, she still didn't like such things happening so frequently.This made her frown in embarrassment.

Before Helen could figure out why, the door of room 221b was opened, and Moriarty walked out gracefully.

"Hi Helen, nice to meet you today." Moriarty greeted Helen when he went downstairs.

Helen stood up and watched him pass by, winked at him innocently and said, "I will be happier to see you in heaven."

Moriarty: "..."

Hehe, he is in a good mood today so he doesn't care about Helen, anyway, her man will have a decisive battle with him soon.

The storm about Sherlock in London is getting more and more serious, and now Helen can't go out easily, because many people gathered downstairs in 221b to protest.

Sherlock was standing in front of the window, looking at the angry-looking people below with unpredictable eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a soft body sticking to his back, it was Helen.

Helen looked at Sherlock's lonely figure standing by the window, and she couldn't help hugging him from behind.

"Sherlock, you care about your sadness, it's all because your heart is soft, I am proud to have such a boyfriend."

Helen rubbed against Sherlock's back relyingly, and said softly.

"Are you comforting me?"

The corners of Sherlock's lips curled up slightly, and he reached out to hold Helen's little hand in front of him: "This is so stupid like the posture in the Titanic."

"Titanic? Hey, Sherlock, have you actually seen that?" Helen asked in surprise from behind Sherlock.

She remembered that on Cook Island, Sherlock was as ignorant of this as she was.

Helen's words made Sherlock's body froze indiscernibly. His girlfriend can always grasp such strange points.

Remembering that he heard that this movie is a must-see for those who are in love, he took the time to watch it.

Looking back now, Sherlock felt that he was really stupid.

"It's not important, but you are really not suitable for being like this." Sherlock quickly diverted Helen's attention.

"Isn't it suitable for you like this? It's rare that I want to comfort you so tenderly, Sherlock, you are so ungrateful."

Helen let go of Sherlock's waist, turned around and walked in front of him, pointing at him and complaining.

Sherlock pulled her hand down and held it in his own, frowned slightly and said, "Don't you think we are so strange?"

Helen couldn't help wrinkling her small face when she heard the words, she also felt a little weird, as expected, she and Sherlock couldn't take this kind of route.

"Why do we get along like everyone else? Isn't it nice to be like this?"

Sherlock pulled Helen into his own Helen, reached out and pinched her face and said.

"Hey, I occasionally look forward to the scenes in the TV series!" Helen pouted towards Sherlock with some regret.

This made Sherlock couldn't help biting her pink lips lightly, and said vaguely: "My dear, you only think about these things when you are too idle."

Watson, who was worried about Sherlock after seeing the scene downstairs, was forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food.

He's so stupid, he hasn't learned his previous lesson, Sherlock and Helen can turn any scene into a show of affection.

Sherlock and Helen, who were flirting in Watson's eyes, did not notice his presence. Thinking about it this way, Watson felt even more tragic.

On the eve before Sherlock was going to have a decisive battle with Moriarty, Helen saw him sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, as if he was about to merge with the darkness, she silently went back to the room to change clothes.