[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

It is absolutely impossible to hand over the watch.

Therefore, what should be considered now is how to successfully deceive the big boss Moriarty, so that he no longer thinks about the fragments that destroyed the earth.

"It's better to say that I fell on the road and broke my wrist. The watch fell off naturally, rolled and fell into the sewer pipe, and was washed away by the rushing water?" Barala sat cross-legged on the sofa, seriously Consider the feasibility of this lie.

Sherlock: "..."

They did not rush back to London at once.Thinking that New York would not be attacked by aliens yet, Ba Lala chose to go back to her home to recuperate and figure out a way to deal with Mo Niang before going back together.

Barala's house is rented. For New York, which is destroyed by unknown creatures every one or two years, she deeply believes that buying a house in a place like New York where every inch of land is expensive is better than spending more money to pay for it. Insurance companies are cheaper.When I get home from get off work one day, I find that my house has been destroyed by villains, and there is almost no place to cry.

But although she didn't buy a house, she never treated herself badly for the place she wanted to live in.The house is rented in Manhattan. It is a small high-rise building with a small area, but the floor-to-ceiling windows look up from the bottom to the whole bustling urban night scene.The rent here is extremely expensive, and Barala, who has become a little rich woman, said that she is not short of the money.

If you can earn what you can spend, if you don't enjoy yourself in time, then what is the purpose of her desperately earning money?

The only downside is that there is no guest room in her house, which makes the current situation a bit embarrassing.

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa by the window, with his legs crossed and his fingers resting on his chin, silently admiring the bustling night view of New York, habitually ignoring the excuses made by Barala.

Barala held her chin: "...I really have no sense of humor at all."

Sherlock said indifferently: "Because you are so easy to deceive by treating Moriarty as John."

Barala was speechless: "...you say that, John will cry, really will."

Sherlock didn't speak, but his high nose bridge said at this moment: "It's not like he hasn't cried before."

Barala: ... Poor teary and emotional little Angel John.

"Then let's say that he was... snatched away by nicotine in Arkham Asylum." This sentence is more reliable, but considering Moriarty's IQ, it is still a bit insulting to him.

Sherlock finally had a reaction, turned his head slightly, stopped within the range where he could see Barala, and poured cold water on his expressionless face: "I really don't understand why you can still make so much money with your IQ." .Looks like the guys in New York are all good for nothing."

Barala goes berserk...

How dare you insult her IQ!

"Who is to blame for that!" She fiercely threw the pillow in her hand towards Sherlock's face with incomparable accuracy, "The key that I finally got hold of, actually promised to go out so easily!"

The pillow of Captain America's shield flew in a parabola, and was knocked down by Sherlock's punch, and fell to the carpeted floor.

Sherlock raised his eyes and said bluntly, "To save you."

Barala: ...

This sentence was like an embroidery needle, piercing Baralala's angry temper, she let out her anger all of a sudden, and couldn't say anything.

Ba Lala said discouragedly: "Forget it, with the skill of bickering, it's better to sleep."

They haven't rested for about 20 hours. After so long in prison, they really need to take a bath and sleep well. Maybe Moriarty will die after waking up.

Sherlock finally had some human reactions when he heard that he was taking a bath and going to bed.He stood up slowly, closed the curtains himself, and was about to take off his clothes.

!!!

Barala: "You, you, you, what are you doing?!"

Sherlock paused for unbuttoning his chest, raised his head and looked at Barala, "Change and take a shower."

Barala went crazy: "Won't you go to the bathroom to change!!!"

"I'm used to it." Sherlock seemed to be playing a prank on Barala, put on the half-removed shirt again, with a faint smile on his face, "Do you still need to bring me a change of clothes? "

Covering her eyes, Barala watched Sherlock put on his shirt through her fingers and hurried to her cloakroom to find clothes.

Sherlock went to the bathroom to take a shower, and Barala was left alone in the cloakroom holding a pile of clothes and thinking about it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly Pounce! Ahhh, the window period is too long, and I forgot all about the poses! It’s too late to watch the next porn movie!”

If it was before when she didn't dare to prostitute Sherlock, the two of them were in the same room, and the thick-skinned Barala didn't have any intention of deliberately seducing her.Now we are sure about each other!Don't prostitute!Are you still human?

When she thought that she finally dared to extend her claws to Britain's first virgin man and broke his practice as a great magician, Barala felt extremely sinful in her heart.Fortunately, there is Brother McCoff standing firm!

"This nightdress is not good," she grumbled as she got up and rummaged through the boxes to find clothes.

"Ah, this one is too conservative."

"This one has only two pieces of cloth... It seems that I am too impatient, no, no, no."

"Uniform temptation? Forget it, let's be a little fresher for the first time."

……

After searching around, she turned the cloakroom into a mess.Sherlock, who waited for a long time to dry his body in the bathroom without bringing him a change of clothes, finally couldn't wait anymore, wrapped the towel around his lower body, and walked out.

"what are you doing?"

He was half-naked, leaning against the door of the cloakroom, looking at Barala who was buried in the pile of clothes.

Ba Lala didn't lift her head: "Looking for clothes."

Sherlock: "Mine?"

She perfunctorily said, "Well, yours, you... ah, I found it!"

She opened her mouth in surprise, and jumped up with a suspender nightdress.

Looking at the black suspender nightdress with lace, Sherlock's eyes twitched, "Mine?"

"You..." Barala turned around contentedly, and saw Sherlock with his upper body naked, wrapped in a bath towel, and showing his mermaid line.

She opened her mouth wide: =dish=

"Haha, haha, how is it possible, you can't fit in your size." She smiled dryly, silently hid her pajamas behind her back, then glanced at the messy clothes beside her, casually picked up a pink Hello Kitty nightgown and stuffed it In his hand, he ran out in a hurry.

"I don't think you're wearing it... No, I think it's very suitable for you to wear it." After saying that, she ran to the bathroom without looking back.

And Sherlock, who was forced into a pink cat nightgown, stared at his new clothes silently.

The bathing time passed quickly, and by the time Barala put on her nightgown and put on a coat, and "pretentiously" walked out leaning on the wall, Sherlock had already changed into her nightgown and was lying on the bed reading a book.

Balala raised her eyes: "...Pfft."

Sherlock moved his eyes away from the content of the book, looked at Barala who was covering his upper body tightly, and asked calmly, "Is it funny?"

Balala covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing too happily, her face blushed, and she nodded frantically.

Sherlock Holmes's style of wearing a fan Kitty cat is really amazing!laugh!up!Ha ha ha ha.This should be photographed as a souvenir, put up for auction on fan sites, and you can directly embark on the road to the pinnacle of marrying a rich and handsome man.

"You laugh too exaggeratedly." Charlotte looked at Barala who was about to roll on the ground, and said helplessly.

With tears in her eyes, Barala almost couldn't catch her breath.

Finally, Barala, who tried her best to stop her smile, changed the topic casually: "What books are you reading~"

"Papa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pre Pre S S S S S S S S ). ) ) ) ) read ing ing , cho ). ). ] ) ) ). ) ) ) ). ) ) but)).).).).).).).).)]) but but)).).)].).) but)).)].)).Sherlock's voice is really deep and sweet, even when he speaks such dirty words, it feels like reading Shakespeare's poems.

Barala: "..."

This time, she was really going to kneel. She didn't read books at all. At that time, she bought a few random books just to decorate the home to look stylish. She didn't know anything about the content.In case there are some disharmonious tricks mentioned in it, Sherlock Mose suddenly realizes that he is the culprit QAQ

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that this content was unreadable, so Ba Lala rushed over, ready to grab the book (read it by myself)

Barala's bed was not small, although it wasn't kingsize, but two or three people would be rich enough to sleep on the bed. When Barala rushed over, the elasticity of the mattress made Sherlock feel like he was vacant for a second.

He held the book up high and let Barala climb up on his body and scratch it. His nightgown was not too small, and it was not tied too tightly. Unscrupulous pawing, basically revealing everything.

"This posture is also written in the book." His breath was quite steady, and it was not obvious that he was molesting Barala from his calm appearance.

Barala: QAQ's painting style is wrong.

When she realized it, she lowered her head and saw that Sherlock under her had already opened his nightgown with half bare shoulders.

Sherlock's little Sherlock: "Hey, why did I come out."

Barala: "..."

"I'm going, why don't you wear underwear." She rolled down from him and covered his vital parts with Captain America's shield pillow.

Sure enough, there is a gap between theory and practice. In the bathroom, I have already thought about this and that, and that and that. When Barala sees Sherlock with disheveled clothes, she is still picked up by herself like this Sherlock. , that way!Obviously, he could just rush over to eat tofu, but when he looked up, he felt the three characters "sexual frigidity" on his face, and no matter how great his enthusiasm was, he would be extinguished.

And... and the first time I communicated with the immature little Sherlock, the strong sense of disobedience made her "hard" (?)

Frustrated, she bent forward, lay on the bed, buried her head under the blanket like an ostrich, and murmured: "I can't hear, I can't see, I can't hear, I can't see..."

Barala was wearing a nightgown. There were quite a lot of clothes on top, but the bottom was very cool. Even if her actions were not intentional, Sherlock had already seen all the scenery.

Sherlock who thought that Barala could be more enthusiastic than expected: "..."

According to Barala's way, that is, I took off my pants, and you actually ran away? !

Although he remained calm on the face, the little Sherlock below him was already quite excited.

Although he hadn't thought of a more in-depth communication before, in fact, Sherlock, who had come so far, didn't object to taking a break tonight at all.He and Barala's attitudes are very clear, and Sherlock, who has rarely hesitated about relationship issues, will not hesitate this time.

He put the book on the bedside table, turned the lamp to the dimmest, turned Barala sideways, and leaned over her.

Both of them used the same body wash and shampoo, their hair was half dry, and when they were close together, they only smelled of each other.Sherlock lowered his head, only a few centimeters away from Barala's lips, looked at her deeply, and said quietly: "There is still such a posture in the book."

Barala: "..."

She glanced at her face with guilt, and couldn't help but excuse herself: "This book flew in by myself, and I definitely didn't read it!"

"It's okay, I read it." Sherlock turned Barala's face, and slowly pressed his warm lips against each other, and the last word disappeared between their lips and teeth.

Sherlock's lips are softer than expected. It is said that people with thin lips are cool and thin, but no matter when he is seeking death or the enemy is looking for death, the slender and generous back always stands in front of him.

Ba Lala thought in a daze, her hands involuntarily climbed onto his back.

Logically speaking, when two people are doing business, there should be a very ambiguous and harmonious atmosphere around them.But every time Sherlock has an individual reaction, the voices of the organs discussing will always make the protagonist who should be involved in the play.

Sherlock's little Sherlock: "I feel like I'm starting to move, it's really hard [tears in my eyes]"

Barala: "..."

Sherlock felt her pause, and stopped with a slightly flushed face, "What's wrong?"

Barala: "...QAQ is nothing, keep going."

She continued to wrap her arms around Sherlock's neck, determined to put aside all distractions.

Sherlock's little Sherlock: "I can stand up now."

Barala:! ! !

How shameless is this live broadcast!

She couldn't help but stop, and explained to Sherlock, "Wait for me."

Sherlock: "..."

After finishing speaking, she moved to the bed with difficulty, took out her earplugs from the bedside table, and blocked her ears.

Barala breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay."

Sherlock: "...?"

She continued to get into Sherlock's arms, touching her hands restlessly: "Okay, okay, continue."

Sherlock: "..."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a rumbling sound outside the window, and his movements stopped.

"What are you doing?" Barala was a little anxious, "Why did you stop?"

Sherlock listened carefully for a while, "Outside..."

He just wanted to say that there was something abnormal, and then he heard a deafening sound of collapse not far from the building, and then the building he was in immediately trembled violently.