The Beautiful Tale of England[Comprehensive]

Sophia didn't know much about British culture, so she was a little curious about this behavior.This is a bit like her uncle, always looking for various opportunities to introduce her to various so-called elites, but this Mr. Watson seems to be not enthusiastic about this matter, and he is a little embarrassed, he is shy ?

Eyes widened slightly, Sophia stared at the other person's expression, trying to get more information from his face.Italian men are not like this. They are very enthusiastic and straightforward. When they fancy a girl, they usually invite them boldly instead of relying on a shy smile to win her favor.Or is it that the national conditions of the UK are like this, and men are also very reserved?

"Believe me, this kind of sausage will not get boring even if you add it to breakfast and dinner. You can also try stewed vegetables with it. It tastes very good." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile while holding a teacup.

Not only John, she is also a loyal customer of this sausage shop. In the rainy season when you are too lazy to go out, this is a very useful food that can be added to any bread and vegetables.

"I will work hard to find out more ways to eat it." Sophia smiled.

She doesn't really have any special hobbies for food other than sweets. She eats bread and fried eggs. She also eats exquisite steaks and side dishes. There is not much difference between British dark cuisine and French cuisine. .But since this kind lady strongly recommends it to her, let's try it... Sophia, who was still thinking that she should stop by the supermarket to buy vegetables on her way back, suddenly froze her smile.

Someone touched her figure!

Uh, as a game geek, it is quite normal to be addicted to Two-dimensional. Even because she plays the game so well, she is considered a little famous person in the circle, but Ms. Esther is the most famous What matters is not her game level, but the figure expert.Just like her super cute second uncle, Sophia not only loves games, but also has a hobby of all kinds of figures.In addition to the genuine ones, she is also keen to make her own models and post them on the Internet to show off, and from time to time hold a lottery as a benefit for her fans.

According to insiders, although the products that come out of the assembly line are official products, they are also very delicate, but how can there be souls that are completely handmade by masters?There is so much love in here!So Sophia's lottery draws from time to time are really benefits in the fan circle, and it's still the top one.

Of course, in order to create these perfect figures, Ms. Esther also spent a lot of effort and used all her skills and methods, including using Niansi to make some more delicate figures during the shaping process. craft.These Niansi will be drawn out by her after the figure is dry, but unfortunately, there are still a few semi-finished products waiting to be dried in her home, and the Niansi on them has not been removed.

So someone sneaked into her house and moved her figure?Miss Esther's eyes turned red instantly, her fingers clicked, and she wanted to kill that daring person.

But looking at the two people in front of her, she immediately calmed down again.

She doesn't like to go out. It's the second time she's gone out in half a month since she moved here. She usually solves her food problems with takeaways, granaries and cakes next door, so who will come to her when she rarely goes out? Woolen cloth?Thinking about what she heard before, fierceness slowly stained her eyes.

Her eyes wandered between Mrs. Hudson and Watson, wondering whether the two people in front of her knew what was going on next door.But obviously, her strengths are not in observing people, and she has known these two people not long ago, and it was even the first time that Watson met formally. In this situation where she didn't know the character of the other party at all, she couldn't judge the result, but No matter what, that Sherlock Holmes must have taken this opportunity to sneak in, and it is even more likely that he was the culprit who caused today's afternoon tea!

Sophia's eyes became darker, she stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, a faint misty powder filled the air, "You guys are drinking afternoon tea, after seeing off the guests, go back to your own room. …”

As her words fell, Mrs. Hudson, who had a dazed look just after she snapped her fingers, stood up with Watson like sleepwalking, one walked into her room, and the other walked up to the second floor.

And Sophia, who hypnotized two people, stood up and opened the door of 221b. She wanted to see if Mr. Holmes had the courage to continue searching her room in front of her!

Little Mr. Holmes, who was rummaging through the third floor of 223b, sneezed heavily and didn't stop his movements.

Time is limited, he must search the house while John and Mrs. Hudson are dragging Sophia Este!

Sherlock kept scurrying around in the room, and even knocked on the floor, trying to confirm that it was empty underneath; there were also oil paintings on the wall and ceiling covered with wallpaper, and all the places that might hide secrets were there. within his search range.

But no!No!No!

He didn't find anything in this house that could prove that Sofia Este had a connection with the Italian gangsters. This woman's life is so clean and weird!Sherlock propped his hands against the wall, wondering what clues he had missed.

"What are you looking for?" Until a cold voice interrupted his train of thought.

Not only the sound, Sherlock also felt a cold air crawling up from his back, that cold air seemed to be able to penetrate into the flesh and gradually invade his internal organs...

He wanted to go back and face the owner of the voice, but found that he couldn't do it. It seemed that a strange energy suppressed his limbs, making him unable to move, and even unable to make a sound.

"Looking for evidence of the connection between me and the death of the Minister of Congress?" The cold voice sounded again, and the owner of the voice had already walked in front of him.

Sherlock could clearly see the fine fluff on the other party's face, the pair of empty eyes, and even the color of the lipstick that the other party put on for the formal invitation, the red was dazzling.

How could she still maintain such a calm mood under such circumstances?Obviously, she should be very angry about this kind of thing... He thought a little strangely, he didn't take his own safety into consideration at all, just like he was obsessed with cases in the past.

Then he felt a pair of cold hands covering his face, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

Gently catching Sherlock's fallen body, Sophia pulled out Sherlock's cell phone from his pocket.

Swipe open, select a phone number and call it, the phone rang a few times, and was picked up quickly.

When she heard the deep male voice, Sophia laughed from the bottom of her heart.Too bad no one saw it.

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes." She said in a voice similar to that of an old friend reminiscing about the old days, and got a moment of silence from the other party.

"Time, place." After a brief silence, a voice came from the opposite side, calm and without ups and downs.

"Now, my house." Sophia replied softly with a widening smile on her face.

"I'll be there right away." The voice on the phone replied immediately without hesitation.

"I'll wait for you." Miss Este's words were lingering and tender.

However, it was this extremely gentle voice that chilled Mycroft's heart even more.

The call was made from Sherlock's mobile phone, so it's no need to think that he must have fallen into the hands of that Miss Esther now.And judging from his personality, it must be that this guy didn't listen to his advice and did something to anger this lady.Mycroft kept a calm face, and opened the car door with some anxiety in his heart.

The question now is how serious what Sherlock has done, and will it make the other party react irreversibly to him?

The elder Holmes galloped through the streets of London towards Baker Street.

On the other hand, Miss Esther smiled and stretched out her index finger after hanging up the phone. A cloud of Qi that ordinary people couldn't see slowly formed on her fingertips, turning into a long nail.

She had a strange premonition that if she didn't get rid of the curly hair in front of her, it would cause her a lot of trouble, "In order to save us from trouble in the future, I have to say sorry, dear Mr. Holmes." Sophia Bending down to watch Sherlock, he drove the long nail into the back of his head.

What exactly Miss Aster had done to Sherlock Mycroft had no way of knowing, and when he arrived at 223b he was greeted by an empty living room with only Sophia on the sofa.

"Where is he?" Holding the black umbrella in his hand, Mycroft sat across from Sophia.

"At this time... I think you should be sleeping?" Sophia slowly poured tea for the guest and replied.

Although the big Mr. Holmes said he would be there soon, it took some time to get here, and her tea was almost cold.

As for sleeping, that's pure nonsense. At least in Mycroft's memory, it is absolutely impossible for his younger brother to sleep during this time period, so the woman in front of him can only do it to Sherlock. what.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists, feeling that he had lost his composure.He should not have come directly to 223b just now, but should have gone to 221b to observe the situation.

It's rare that Mycroft, who has always been full of confidence and has everything under control, has some regrets.

But looking at Sophia's expression now, it seems that he doesn't have to worry about Sherlock's safety?Mycroft frowned tightly, and sent a text message to his subordinates, "Send Sherlock's surveillance video to my mobile phone."

Then I saw an extra mobile phone in front of my eyes, the kind that was still playing videos.

Inside is a video of Sherlock rummaging around in Sofia's house.

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