[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

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He knew that his heart would never again be free, never again be as invincible as the mind of God.

Although the living room at 221B Baker Street is often tossed into an indescribable mess by detectives, it still has a retro British temperament. For example, the brown leather sofa that looks worn out is actually a very beautiful retro product. Add to that the many tasteful lights and paintings adorning it, and the apartment has an otherworldly quality to it.

——Except for the bullet marks dotted all over the wall.

Gloria sighed, moved aside the randomly stacked files on the wine cabinet in the kitchen, and took a bottle of peach-flavored champagne in her hand, which was imported into Baker Street with her light luggage yesterday.

Pudding rubbed against her feet, the girl knelt down and stroked its chin, "Sweet, how are you doing this afternoon?"

"Meow~" The long-faced monster bullied me!

It's a pity that Gloria doesn't understand meow. She just thought that the cat was a little uncomfortable because of the change of environment, so she put more tuna in Pudding Meow's cat bowl to make up for its lost mood.

The cat stared bitterly at the long-faced monster sitting on the leather sofa with upturned mouth, and plunged his head into the special cat bowl for flat-faced cats, turning his grief and anger into appetite.

Pudding: The baby is suffering, the long-faced cat is really not a good meow!

Gloria picked out the beakers and test tubes that were piled up with the teacups and tableware, and couldn't find what she wanted until they were sorted. "Sir, where is the goblet?"

Sherlock raised his chin and pointed to a pile of glass shards of unknown shape in the kitchen sink, "The quality of the German gun is faulty, and it went off."

Gloria Black Line, sir, if I read correctly, the German P229 pistol you threw on the small table cabinet seems to be the ace of firearms, "allright, where do I pour my champagne? A bone china teacup?"

Mr. Holmes walked up to her with long legs, and Gloria looked at his straight suit trousers, and she couldn't help dreaming, but Sherlock had already picked out two of those measuring cups and handed them to her, still looking like an idiot. "It's an obvious choice."

If it was anyone else, Gloria would have yelled back--fucking obvious!

But facing Mr. Holmes, the current temptation of beauty made Gloria the most understanding girl, "Yes, my mind may really be full of garbage."

Sherlock: "..." I really want to strangle her.

The beautiful pink peach champagne slipped into the measuring cup with the bubbles, and Gloria handed him a glass. Looking at the picture of Sherlock holding the measuring cup, she felt that drinking in a measuring cup was really a better suggestion. , Mr. Holmes seems to be full of the abstinent temptation of a science master.

"cheers." Gloria sat on the sofa in an elegant posture, blinking and sending out a sweet smile full of Lolita atmosphere.

When Sherlock spoke again, there was a charming aroma of fruit wine in his breath, but his expression could be called serious, "—what do you have to tell me?"

Gloria seemed to feel the air stagnate for a few seconds, and she blinked, looking like a libertine worried about being responsible, "...I thought I'd been blunt—about that kiss."

The scene from 10 minutes ago inevitably appeared in Sherlock's mind, who was disturbed by her——

The blond girl's fingers lingered ambiguously around his black hair near his neck, and her soft lips could make people lose all self-control. She kissed again and again until Sherlock, who had amazing learning ability, turned his back on the guest. It might take a long time for the two of them When she was about to stop breathing, Gloria stepped back with difficulty, pressing her forehead against his chin, and her hot breath almost made his neck and collarbone turn red.

The blond girl looked up at the deep sea in his eyes, her breathing was still quick to take away some kind of temptation, she was sighing, "—Wow, you taste...too good."

"--gentlemen?"

Gloria's voice pulled him away from his memories, but his ears were inevitably blushed, and he turned his head awkwardly, "...I didn't mean that."

"Then what are you talking about?" Gloria leaned closer to him, her warm breath whispering in his ear, "Sir, how is my kissing skill?"

Gloria swore that if Mr. Holmes dared to say a negative answer, she would climb on his lap and kiss him until it felt better.

——actually she did the same, and before Sherlock had time to say anything, the blonde girl's long legs had been parted in a sexy and provocative way, and she was kneeling on his lap, fingers running along His cheeks slid down, "Sir, what are you trying to say now?"

Sherlock's brilliant green eyes had tiny gleams of light, oh, not stars, as the Italians say, but the whole Milky Way in his eyes!

Sherlock pinched her waist to keep the distance between the two of them, "Gloria, don't make trouble!" Mr. Holmes' expression and voice were equally serious, but the heartbeat under the palm of the blonde girl gave him a little betrayal.

Gloria's fingers had already slid to his lips, but Sherlock's voice stopped her, "This bottle of champagne comes from Hugh Grosvenor's French estate, and Mycroft happened to have A gift in a few bottles," he concluded, "you and the young earl have known each other for a long time."

Gloria blinked. "We met in Washington a few weeks ago."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "I mean before that," he and Gloria were obviously entangled with each other in an extremely ambiguous gesture, but he looked like the most respectable and majestic judge in the royal court , he called up the screen from his BlackBerry, and the slow-motion-processed surveillance camera was clear and smooth, "This is the Washington dinner you said, led by you, Grosvenor, Connie Carter, and the strong quarterback with the show."

Gloria didn't retort, "Yes, I told Connie earlier that if I showed up at the pool, she was going to let her quarterback boy hit the volleyball with power." Only by having a chance of having a panic attack in front of some people can they convince them that she is a real useless person, "I recovered part of my memory eight months ago, and I met Xio after that. The farewell dinner was just an opportunity for him to appear by my side publicly." .”

His voice was rational and indifferent like a machine that would never make the slightest mistake, "Why did you plan that scene at the dinner party? Why did you pretend to be a stranger with Grosvenor so many times? Even at the charity dinner tonight, there was no one around. When a person can hear your conversation, you are still covering it with one lie after another."

"But you know our conversation, don't you?" Gloria still smiled sweetly, "As long as the camera surveillance and lip language skills, there is no privacy in this world." Probably only Baker, who is full of MI[-] agents The street can stay away from those inferior means.

Sherlock frowned, his voice suppressed anger, "Who is watching you?"

"Too many people," Gloria said briskly, as if she was talking about something to be happy about. "Those bitches who wish I could go to the Antarctic to fend for myself, or expect me to inherit the glory of the Rockefeller and Walker families and return to normal. Mother, by the way, my father who is always worried that I will go crazy and ruin his reputation may also be possible."

She looked at him like a child hoping for praise, "Don't you think I did a good job, sir? In the eyes of those bitches, I am still a poor ghost who is tortured by mental problems and can do nothing; Fucked a very powerful English aristocrat; and at my father's I don't seem to be so morbidly mad—or maybe I've gone mad?"

She smiled sweetly, but it made people feel unbearable heartache.

At least Sherlock just wanted to pick up the German gun and shoot wildly at this moment to barely suppress the anger in his heart, but Gloria suddenly covered his mouth, and the contradictory and seductive mixture of pine wood and musk civet fragrance was still on her wrist. Aroma, "As for the farce at the dinner party—"

She let go of her hand, the distance between the red lips and his thin lips was almost negligible, and there was an ambiguous breath between the lips, "For you, sir, for coming to you."

Sherlock's green eyes, as beautiful as the sea of ​​stars, opened wide, and Gloria licked his lips, and her voice was staccato, "I used some small tricks to convince my mother that Baker Street is the best place for me to live in London... It's easy, it's But full of British agents...Of course, when my mother told me, I had to show resistance, after all, I have always been a shallow and ignorant little bitch, of course I have to love luxury villas..."

Her hand had even unbuttoned his third shirt, and Sherlock grabbed her hand, "—Lea, why are you here?" Why him.

Gloria blinked and looked at him in bewilderment, as if she had fallen into some kind of memory, "Sherlock Holmes—"

……

"Please, don't continue—" Another large dose of heroin entered her 12-year-old body along with the needle, and the kidnapper wearing a gas mask had a strange accent and was still laughing: "This But it is a valuable product with high concentration, I really want to know what it will become when mixed with other medicines."

Gloria tried her best not to scream. The pain from being slapped on the face or being punched and kicked all over her body seemed to be nothing compared to the coldness all over her body. She felt that she was getting stiffer and stiffer. Maybe she had to get another injection She will be able to fully meet God.

Her weak vision saw the injection being pushed slowly again, the terrible medicine was pushed out, and a drop of water formed an arc in the air and landed on her wrist, just like the remaining medicine in the needle tube, it would flow into her body sooner or later, until it completely killed her .

Her bruised arm was pierced by the cold steel needle again. Gloria tried to breathe gently, and she put on a hideous expression when she didn't want to die. She has always been the most beautiful, hasn't she?

"Ding--"

It's the phone ringing.

Gloria's eyes opened and closed again.

What's the use? The Rockefeller family paid 3000 million dollars long ago, but these people obviously wanted to kill her more than Tucai, but she still thanked the call. At least the kidnapper stopped the injection, which might make her feel better. She lives 5 minutes longer.

Was she too close to the kidnapper?She can even hear voices on the phone, or maybe she's had a near-death experience and heard that people's senses are unprecedented when they're near death, "That bloody consulting detective Sherlock Holmes screwed up our bombing plan in London , I need you to return to Baghdad immediately."

She was so weak that she couldn't hear the next sound clearly. She saw the man with an angry expression on his face and kicked the iron door of the dilapidated warehouse with a loud noise. Almost everything was thrown to the ground by him, even with his hands. The injection on the bed rolled down along the wall.

It seemed a long time later, when she felt that she had seen God, the kidnapper wearing a gas mask reappeared beside her, his voice was evil and hoarse and disgusting, "Pretty little girl, you should be thankful That damn consulting detective, I have to go to work, it seems that you can only wait to die slowly by yourself." Under the effect of a large dose of multiple drugs, this man is not worried that she will survive, "What a pity, you are so beautiful."

His voice was regretful, as if facing a decayed corpse.

Gloria fell into a coma, and the last voice in her ears was the gnashing of venom in that disgusting voice, "Sherlock Holmes—"

……

"Sherlock Holmes—" Gloria's kiss trembled, "you flapped your wings in London, and I survived in New York, USA."

Sherlock's blood stopped at this moment, no, it stopped flowing at the moment she told the memory of the beginning.

"Why did you choose this bottle of champagne?" he asked.

Gloria rushed over to kiss him like a little girl, "Because I want you to expose me and tell you these things," she backed away a little and turned to look at him with a smile, like Luo Luo who was always exuding temptation without knowing it. Rita, "I'm a liar."

She caressed his chest with her palm, and there was a vigorous heartbeat, "But this female liar makes your blood boil."

He was silent for a long time, and for the first time, there was some uncertainty in his gorgeous and deep voice, "—do you love me?"

"I love you," Gloria said. The stubborn love in Gloria's eyes could melt any ice. She hugged him tightly and buried her beautiful face into the crook of his neck. "I can't leave you, sir."

He knew that his heart would never again be free, never again be as invincible as the mind of God.