[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities. I offer you the loyalty of a human who has never been loyal.

I give you the heart I have managed to keep, the heart that does not make sentences, that does not trade with dreams, that is untouched by time, joy, and adversity, and I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never believed.

Different from the extreme luxury of the contemporary Austrian and French castles, this manor built in the [-]th century is not overly gorgeous and solemn, but it is still exquisite and retro.

Gloria looked at the portraits of people hanging on the beige walls. Those smooth-skinned ladies and well-dressed nobles smiled, as if they were about to step out of the paintings and invite you to dance a waltz together.

Under the reflection of the solemn and heavy huge crystal ceiling, there is a dark brown carved bed in the style of the Stuart dynasty in the bedroom, and the exquisite gold and silver silk brocade is beautifully spread on it.

Gloria turned around and looked at Mr. Holmes in a black suit. The classical and elegant British gentleman's demeanor of the other party made her feel like she was turned back in time.

Of course, the classically elegant gentlemanly demeanor refers to when he is not speaking.

"You have not taken in nutrients such as protein, glycogen, and fat for more than 28 hours. Your body is consuming the nutrients stored in the body and decomposing them into glucose, which provides tissue cells to generate heat. When these substances are completely consumed, you are also ushered in End of life." He only saw her glamorous long-sleeved dancing in the camera surveillance of the charity dinner, not to mention the food, and she didn't even take a sip of alcoholic beverages.

Mr. Holmes had a deadpan expression on his face, and his ascetic air made him sexy as hell.

Gloria bent slightly, and took off her three-inch high heels in an indescribably elegant and sexy posture. The white cotton gauze curtains hanging on the exquisite golden railings on the window sill floated gently, and the evening wind blew Gloria's thin skirt With a corner, she stepped on the soft cushion in the bedroom, "Sir, 28 hours is not enough to make me starve to death."

"buckle--"

Mr. Holmes took the tray from the red-haired maid, a pot of Ceylon tea, some cold chicken wraps and tender steaks.

Gloria remembered that before coming to this guest room, Sherlock seemed to have whispered some instructions to Mr. Musgrave. She thought it was about the case, but maybe it was about the plate of food in front of her?

She still didn't ask, the arrogant Mr. Holmes would not admit it.

"Eat." Sherlock ordered, sitting at the small dining table by the window.

The chef at the Musgraves was a good cook, Gloria concluded from a small piece of cold chicken wrap, and Sherlock was staring at the blonde who put down her fork after eating very little food, "Fashion There have been more than one deaths of skinny models."

He frowned: "Have you ever had anorexia?"

"Yeap," Gloria began to cut the veal steak in front of someone's sight, "caused by hormone imbalance."

Sherlock Holmes has genius-like analytical and reasoning abilities. As early as Gloria revealed that she had been injected with super-large doses of neurological and addictive drugs, she had deduced hundreds of possible psychological or physical complications—— Decreased heart function, multiple organ failure, secondary infectious diseases, self-harm tendency, generalized anxiety disorder, hormone secretion imbalance, self-disgust, lack of libido, water and electrolyte disorders, acid-base balance disorders... too many.

So much that he was upset.

Gloria didn't know what Mr. Holmes was worrying about. She placed all the tender steaks cut into small pieces in front of Sherlock, "Sir, I like dinner with you."

As if afraid of being rejected, she leaned closer and said, "You promised at noon."

"I just want to enjoy every lunch I have with you."

"—You are about to enter Westminster School in two days, and the requirement to have lunch every day is not realistic."

"Then dinner is ready~"

Yes, Mr. Holmes could not refuse, and perhaps he did not intend to refuse.

Gloria took a sip of black tea. Mr. Holmes, who often takes black coffee as his main food, certainly can't be called a reasonable diet. "And you look really thin and pale."

Although she loves him to death, he is handsome and thin, his pale and ascetic skin makes her blood spurt.

"I'm good at boxing and western swords, and I'm proficient in Barton's fighting skills. At the same time, I have precise marksmanship." Sherlock's tone was natural and casual, without showing off at all.

Gloria spread her hands: "So I'm the only picky eater?"

"The steak is well cut." Mr. Holmes looked away, looking out of the window at the charming silhouette of his profile.

As far as Mr. Sherlock Holmes could clearly remember, he had never needed others to handle food for him, so Miss Rockefeller became the first woman to cut steak for him, which made him feel a little strange.

But—would she do the same to other people?

Mr. Holmes was involved in some surmises which did not please him.

Of course Gloria didn't know all this, because she had walked barefoot into the bathroom of the suite, holding the small brown leather bag in her hand.

The post-maintenance of the castle is pretty good. The marble floor of the bathroom is smooth and tidy, and the warm yellow light source makes this small space feel warm and comfortable.

Gloria took off her makeup meticulously. She didn't want to wake up from Mr. Holmes' arms tomorrow morning with a face with bad skin.

Showing a smiling face in the mirror, the innate Lolita atmosphere of the blonde girl without makeup is more obvious. It seems that only one look and a smile are needed to make people admire and fascinate.

And now this charming girl was digging out a pajamas from the luggage bag. She believed that Mr. Holmes had done his best. This black lace pajamas was almost the most fabric Connie threw into her suitcase.

But even so, it's still terribly frivolous.

So Miss Rockefeller lay down in the bathtub contentedly, and when she finally put on the lace pajamas, she didn't forget to take out the perfume from the small bag and apply it behind her wrists and ears. The cool milky jasmine scent mixed with the civet scent , seems cold, ethereal and mysterious, but at the same time, there is even a trace of slutty powder in the solemn incense, full of ambiguous temptations that want to refuse and welcome, arousing people's desire.

Sherlock, who had already changed into blue silk pajamas and was lying on the bed, looked up at the bathroom. There seemed to be some light on Gloria's face that made it impossible to look away. Her blond hair was spread out in front of him, blocking the Some parts that cannot be covered by light lace fabrics seem to be more alluring than nudity.

Gloria laughed and threw herself on the bed. In fact, she wanted to jump directly on Mr. Holmes, but she was worried that Mr. Holmes, who was proficient in fighting books, would break her arm under stress.

Hmm...that's too harsh.

Sherlock threw the quilt on her body calmly to cover a large piece of white and tender skin, and then began to show his fast speech, "Musgrave's butler Brenton abandoned the maid who also worked for this castle Rachel Howells, an irritable girl of Welsh descent, suffered from meningitis, and her whole person became extremely gloomy and irritable, and her ex-fiancé Blondon, who abandoned her, also collapsed in the early hours of last Friday. Bad luck, he was caught by Musgrave stealing and examining the ceremonial papers in the library."

"The one that Mr. Musgrave gave you?" Gloria stretched out her long legs from under the quilt, almost draping over her cohabitant's body.

Sherlock wrapped her again in the brocade quilt, "This is a copy of the question and answer of the strange ancient ceremony "Musgrave Ritual", from the sixteenth century, all Musgraves, as soon as they come of age, This ritual is to be performed, like the heraldry of ancient families."

Gloria changed her posture this time and lay on top of him, raised her arms and asked him, "Has this housekeeper been fired?"

"Musgrave gave him a week to hand over the work, but on the third day, his jilted fiancée was the first to shout hysterically that he had left. There is no doubt that Brunon had disappeared, and the doors and windows were bolted in the morning. His clothes, his watch, and even his money were all in the room, except for his usual black suit. His slippers were gone, but his boots remained."

Gloria looked at his thin lips, and struggled to resist the thought of kissing him, "You said earlier that this is a bizarre case, so it's not just the butler who disappeared."

"On the third night after Brunton's disappearance, Rachel Howells also disappeared, her tracks disappearing along the lawn gravel near the edge of a small lake eight feet deep on the estate It is so easy to drown a cow, let alone a young woman recovering from a serious illness." Holmes grabbed the hand of the blonde girl who had penetrated into his pajamas and stroked her abdominal muscles. No sign of the body was found, but one most unexpected thing was fished out, a linen bag containing a heap of old rusted and tarnished metal, and some dull crystal and glass The finished product. Nothing else."

Sherlock grabbed her hand tightly to prevent Gloria from making trouble again, "Tell me what you think?"

Gloria: What do you think?My mind is full of how to make your sauce stuffed!

"When the butler went missing, that poor girl threw the sack with the weird stuff in the lake?" Gloria said, staring at his lips.

Mr. Detective handed her the ceremony document in his hand, "What did you see?"

Gloria: Huh!Mr. Holmes began to deliberately divert her attention again!

But who made her so sweet and sweet?

So Gloria obediently took the file:

Whose was it

Who does it belong to?

His who is gone.

Belongs to the one who is gone.

Whoshall have it

Who should get it?

He who will come.

The one who is coming.

Where was the sun

where is the sun

Overtheoak.

On top of the oak.

Where was the shadow

Where is the shadow?

Undertheelm.

under the elms.

How was it stepped

How to measure it?

North byte and byte,

Ten steps further north,

eastbyfiveandbyfive,

Five steps to the east and then five steps,

south by two and by two,

Two steps to the south and then two steps,

west by one and by one,

One step to the west,

and sounder.

just below.

Whatshallwegiveforit

What can we replace it with,

Allthatisours.

Use our all.

Why should we give

Why do you want to do this?

Forthesakeofthetrust.

Because we have to keep our promises.

"Ceremony hinting at a site? The oak and elm are the orientation markers for the site? I remember the oversized oak tree on the left front of the castle, but where is the elm? There isn't an elm that looks like it's been there for centuries ’” Gloria tossed her hair to reveal her pointed ears, and naturally revealed some scenery that the blonde hair could barely cover.

Mr. Holmes looked away in an instant, his ears were red and his tone was irritated and he lost his patience. "Are you pretending to be rubbish in your head? I'm afraid you will only find out that there is an elm tree planted in that pothole in the lawn!"

Gloria was too lazy to argue with him, she directly pinched Mr. Detective's red ears and rushed to kiss him, hum, this is the best way to shut him up!

The blond girl's lips parted a little, "Sir, what's wrong with your memory, I've obviously said it many times, my mind is all about you."

Sherlock coughed lightly, "According to the orientation of the pattern, the sun will set above the oak tree around three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and the answer will naturally be found by then."

He turned off the desk lamp decorated with golden tassels, and the bedroom became dark. Mr. Holmes lay flat and slowed down his breathing, ready to fall asleep as soon as possible, but he was entangled by the lightly dressed blonde girl.

Gloria's voice was sweet, like a lingering aroma, "Good night, sir."

Gloria temporarily decided to let poor Mr. Holmes go, mainly because she didn't want to end her virgin career in someone else's home.

Sherlock Holmes tried his best to ignore the touch of her soft skin, and the chemical laws known to human beings began to run in his brain, and the blonde girl in his arms had already fallen asleep in the process.

Only half an hour later, Mr. Holmes, who was thinking about the application of quantum chemistry in terms of dynamic properties, suddenly frowned.

Gloria left his embrace in her sleep, turned her back to Sherlock, curled up like a cat, and began to tremble in a nightmare.

Before Sherlock could think rationally, she had already hugged her back into his arms. Tears hung on the sweet face of the skinny little girl, her eyes were tightly closed and she could not wake up. She whispered weakly, "Don't leave me..."

"Leah—" Sherlock suspected for the first time the inhumanity contained in the high-functioning antisocial personality, because he couldn't describe the love that arose in his heart at this time.

The stunning gray-blue eyes finally opened, as if she suddenly came back to reality from a dream, or she was still in a nightmare, Gloria's vision seemed hazy, she tried to observe him hard, and then As if suddenly realizing it, he let out a sweet smile, "——it's Mr. Holmes."

Only half a second later, the blond girl knelt down on him in a very ambiguous and seductive posture. She kissed one after another, not deeply, but each kiss carried a persistent love that would make people willing to die meaning.

"Leah, you're not awake now——" Sherlock wanted to avoid it, and the blonde girl's gray-blue eyes were filled with water again because of his movement, and she endured the grievance not to whimper, "Sir, don't leave me. "

The wise and extraordinary Mr. Holmes is not proficient in Chinese, otherwise he would know that there is a phrase that is suitable to describe Gloria——

Grinding little fairy.

The girl's soft lips traced his lips, and then she left some loving gazes at him,

"I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith, sir."

—"I'll never let you go again, Gloria."

— "I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith, sir."

There was a "boom", as if being ignited by heat, and in the blink of an eye Gloria found that she had been crushed under Mr. Holmes.

"--gentlemen?"

Gloria's question was not answered, because her mind was now full of Mr. Holmes' forceful kiss, and she rarely found a trace of reason in the process.

So Sherlock heard her crying and whimpering again——

"Sir, I don't want to be here."

What's even more exaggerated is that she fell asleep again when she finished saying this sentence.

Sober Sherlock—

As if the body was hollowed out.