[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

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Murder is unique in that it completely destroys the victim.So society must speak for the dead, and it is in the name of the dead that compensation or amnesty should be exercised

"Sherlock! You are too slow!"

Inspector Lestrade ran over quickly after seeing the two men who appeared at Paddington Railway Station.

Gloria shrugged, "I wasted a little time changing clothes."

The blond girl is wearing a large light blue men's shirt, which can be used as a shirt skirt on her body. Unbuttoning two buttons reveals a slender neck and delicate collarbone. The sleeves are also rolled up to reveal beautiful forearms. Another striped shirt of the same color was tied on the top, which were obviously two basic shirts, but they were worn by her so that she could go to London Fashion Week.

And the biggest advantage of this outfit is that she can safely wear a complete set of underwear, which is why Sherlock asked her to change the previous jumpsuit.

Of course, the two shirts she was wearing belonged to Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock glanced at the blonde girl's exposed long legs, and felt for the first time that it was a bad habit for him to always wear a fitted shirt. If it was wider, it should be able to cover more, instead of just being on the thighs as it is now. The root is a little lower.

"I hope we have found enough evidence during the time you thought we were late." The consulting detective glanced at the inspector and said, "The identity of the deceased?"

Lestrade led the two over the cordon, "Lily Collins, a 16-year-old girl who lives in Hoxton, East End, according to her adoptive mother, this poor girl was invited to a dress-up ball last night, and the invitation Her boy had an appointment to meet her at Charing Cross Station at [-]pm but she didn't go there and her naked body was found at Paddington Station, a few miles from Charing Cross Station, early this morning."

Sherlock had knelt down to examine the fatal wound on Collins' head.

Gloria took the isolation gown handed over by the inspector and put it on. Although she didn't intend to touch the corpse, the kind-hearted blonde girl couldn't bear to refuse Inspector Lestrade, who was always beaten by Mr. Detective. He was also a genius. They are stupid goldfish in their eyes, but they still have to love each other~

Lily Collins has beautiful blonde hair, but her pretty face has been completely destroyed at this time, a few beer bottles hit her on the head, her nose, chin, cheekbones and forehead were all broken, and her decent black suit was torn Crushed on the bushes, there was no sign of rape.

"Where are her shoes?" Sherlock asked.

"Not found," the forensic doctor Anderson continued to say the results of the appraisal. "She has been dead for six to eight hours."

Officer Donovan still didn't have a good expression on Sherlock, "There were no fingerprints or evidence to confirm the murderer's identity."

Sherlock took out a piece of paper from the torn clothes and belongings, and squinted at the Scotland Yard police officer, "No wonder London is full of unsolved cases."

Gloria, who has been with the bau team for several months, felt that the detective's haughty expression was unbearable, but she had to say that the efficiency of Scotland Yard's detection of the case was really a headache.

Lestrade took over the fragments, and after the rain last night, the piece of paper less than half an inch was very wet, even stained with mud, and the handwriting was smeared so that the original was not visible, "—this is What?"

"Leah, explain."

Gloria: ?You are a genius detective, she is obviously just a shallow and ignorant blonde bitch? !

"Ding--"

Gloria's mobile phone was vibrating.

The blonde girl gave the detective an apologetic look, motioning for him to explain to Inspector Lestrade himself, and then moved away to answer the phone.

Sherlock frowned and watched her go far away, and had no good expression when facing the Scotland Yard police officer, "Ordinary people fill their minds with garbage, and it is even more difficult to learn useful things."

The stupid goldfish Lestrade, accustomed to being despised, "—so what the hell is this?"

"A theater ticket," Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Although it is soaked and smudged, it is obviously a theater ticket for the Barbican Art Center according to the image on the fragment, not to mention the letters can still be seen on it." ine', so of course it's a ticket to Cymbeline, which is being played at the Barbican, and it's obvious."

Gloria heard the detective's words as soon as she finished the call.

It was evident that she had grown used to everything being obvious to Mr. Holmes.

Anderson was puzzled, "But Collins' mother said she was going to a dress-up party, how could it turn into a classical drama?"

"Anderson, you lowered the IQ of the whole street again." Sherlock picked up the evidence bag containing the clothes. "Who would wear a formal black suit to a dress-up ball?"

Gloria's dog-leg echoed, "That's right, I wore Harley Quinn's cool outfit at the last dress-up party, and I deliberately poked a few more holes in the tight-fitting T-shirt."

Sherlock resisted the thought of strangling her, "Whose phone is that?"

"Sir, can I leave today? You are so extraordinary, I'm afraid you don't need this useless assistant for the time being." Gloria smiled flatteringly.

Sherlock was unmoved, "Whose call?"

"Candy," Gloria touched her pointy ears, "she's on vacation in London, and I'm getting ready to go to Heathrow Airport."

Sherlock put on his Jaws-like hypocrisy again, "Candice Ellison?"

Her father was the sixth richest person in the world, and her mother remarried to the ruler of the Daly family, a political family. That rich girl who had an affair with his little girlfriend?

good, very good.

"Of course you can go," Mr. Holmes acted like a kind and understanding man, and before Gloria had time to rejoice, he heard his rich and deep voice continue, "Lestrade, take your men to Paris. Beacon Center, Leah and I will be there later."

Gloria: "...you want to accompany me to the airport?"

"Of course, I heard that girl is very important to you, a special existence?" His smile looked friendly and friendly.

Gloria just wants to wail, Hallelujah, help.

When Gloria's ghost sports car was parked at Heathrow Airport, Candice Ellison was already waiting at the exit. She was dragging a small suitcase by herself. She had the typical features of a Germanic beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes. At the age of 15, she is already so beautiful that people can't help looking at her, but her face is stern, and there is a forceful aura lingering around her.

Until she saw Gloria, her stunning green eyes burst into a sweet smile.

Pedestrians outside Heathrow Airport saw two stunningly beautiful blonde girls embracing each other, and the younger one even planted a kiss on each other's cheeks.

Candice smiled and looked at the misty sky, "I really hope I can take you back to the sunny beaches of Southern California now." Candice Ellison's father is the richest man in California Oracle e Larry Ellison. Leeson.

"Don't you like London?" Gloria pushed Candy's blond hair behind her ears, "The smart little princess seems to be more beautiful."

Although Candice Ellison is only 15 years old, she and Gloria are both sophomores in high school, and have even basically locked in the computer science department of Stanford University.

"Who is that person in the car?" Candice frowned. "You can't accept my reason? That Holmes?"

Gloria put her luggage in the trunk, "I will not be with you because we are not love and have nothing to do with other people."

She pulled the car door, "Get in the car first, my boyfriend is so angry that he is going to catch fire."

Sherlock Holmes: Hehe, I also know that I have a boyfriend.

Candice always liked to strike first, "Good morning, Mr. Holmes, I heard that you are the only consulting detective in the world. This profession must be full of fun."

Sherlock turned the steering wheel lightly and left the airport, "Hello, Miss Ellison, I heard that you just left Washington and returned to your father last month."

Gloria tried hard to lower her sense of existence, and of course Candice heard Sherlock Holmes' provocation, "The consulting detective is really capable. It seems that you know some little secrets about me."

Sherlock smiled, "Insignificant details, if you mean that you deliberately fell in love with your stepbrother in order to leave your controlling mother, and then used this scandal to threaten your mother to relinquish your inheritance and return you to your biological father— —”

"Sherlock!" Gloria cut him off with a tinge of anger in her voice.

The detective turned the steering wheel expressionlessly. Before today, Gloria had never raised a trace of anger towards him, even if he ridiculed her as an idiot several times. Sherlock saw the corner of Ellison's mouth twitch With a smile, he said in a low voice, "Two small suggestions, Miss Ellison."

"One, get your geek dad to erase those threatening emails you sent to your stepfather on the Internet, and two, stop clinging to people who don't belong to you."

"The consulting detective is really capable," Candice said with a smile in her captivating green eyes, "If you are so powerful, how could you let Leah fall into a forced political marriage?"

Gloria frowned, "Is this news already known to everyone?"

"It's just speculation within a small range," Candice was a little uncertain, "...you won't agree, right?"

"Of course she won't," Sherlock replied instead of his little girlfriend. "In fact, if you follow the official website of the White House, you will find that the man's prostitute photos floated all over the front page this morning."

Candice: "..."

Gloria: "..."

Sherlock smiled harmlessly, "By the way, it's side by side with the kissing photo of his current lawyer girlfriend."

Gloria would not admit that Mr. Holmes' bad looks were explosively sexy.

"Candy, you go back to the hotel to rest first, Sherlock and I need to go to the Barbican Arts Center." Gloria was going to appease Mr. Detective first.

It's a pity that the beautiful blonde girl is not ready to give her this chance, "I happen to have a drama that I'm interested in."

Sherlock said in a friendly voice, "It seems that you want that threatening email to be made public."

"I will use all my wealth to take revenge on you." Candice smiled kindly.

Gloria: Can you get these two naives out of the car? !

Gloria endured a long verbal attack from both sides, and it came to an end when she saw the signboard of the art center, only to find that everyone from Scotland Yard still hadn't arrived.

She ended the call with Lestrade blankly, "The inspector said they were stuck on the road by a serial car accident."

"Look, by the time Scotland Yard solves the case, the criminal might have gone to Greenland." Sherlock twitched his lips.

Candice stood outside the theater looking at the poster of Cymbeline, "This English man is very handsome."

"Tom Hiddleston?" Gloria thought about it in her mind and didn't have any impression. "A Shakespearean actor?"

Candice glanced at the time on the poster. At [-]:[-] tonight, she greeted Gloria and went to the ticket office to buy tickets.

Gloria finally had time to comfort her Mr. Detective, she looked at Sherlock pitifully, "...are you angry?"

"Of course not," Sherlock showed a fake friendly smile, "after all, she is a very special girl to you."

He gritted his teeth and emphasized his tone in particular.

"No one is more important than you," Gloria grabbed his shirt and kissed his lips. "When I almost gave up my life, the only one who supported me was you, sir."

"Mr. Holmes, just living with you is enough to give me the courage to face all sorrows."

"Long before you met me, you were my light, my weakness, and ultimately all my strength."

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