[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Love can break into any prison in the world.

Gloria followed Mr. Holmes to Hoxton, East London, where a modern building made of gray concrete and tempered glass stood, but Officer Donovan led the London police and waited outside the door, which was obviously unreasonable.

Officer Donovan looked serious, "Ivan Heyman said through the loudspeaker that this studio is full of TNT explosives that can destroy the surrounding area for miles. If Scotland Yard breaks into him, he will detonate it immediately." The female police officer looked towards Gloria, "He asked to see you, accompanied by the strange... Holmes."

"Otherwise he will detonate the explosives?" Sherlock's voice was low and calm.

Police Officer Donovan no longer glared at each other at this time, "Scotland Yard is evacuating the surrounding residents, but there are still dozens of studio employees trapped in the conference room by him."

"Wow, on a humanitarian basis, it seems that we should enter into negotiations with him?" Gloria's sincere expression was like that of an extremely upright and brave girl, and Sherlock frowned and looked at her thoughtfully.

"I know this is difficult, but only if you and Holmes delay as much as possible and attract his attention, can Scotland Yard seek opportunities to save people." Police Officer Donovan said without much confidence.

Gloria seemed to understand her position very well, "Dozens of people and two people? This seems to be the simplest calculation—" The blonde girl changed her tone, "But unfortunately, I won't go in."

The consulting detective's furrowed brow finally relaxed, and this was like her.

"I wouldn't be in the same room with a psychotic killer whose mind is full of how to kill me when I can't be sure of safety, and with all due respect, even if I draw fire for you, the chance of Scotland Yard rescuing the hostages is less than 30.00% "Gloria spread her hands, "Sacrificing oneself to save the people is really full of heroism, but I live a hard life, and I have no interest in defending anyone's life."

Scotland Yard in particular wasn't even sure if it was actually covered in explosives.

"呲——" the loudspeaker made a harsh sound because of the adjustment.

"Selfish little girl," Evan Heyman's voice in the loudspeaker was surprisingly pleasant, "You don't care about these people's cold hearts really make my blood boil."

Gloria followed the detective's eyes and looked in the direction of the monitoring equipment. Perhaps this studio was completely under the control of Ivan Heyman, and even their conversation was clearly heard by him.

The perverted killer was still talking to himself, "Other people's lives are irrelevant, but what about yours? Love, don't you want to know who tried to put you to death five years ago?"

Sherlock felt Gloria holding his hand tightly, and the detective subconsciously shook it back. He looked directly at the monitoring device, with a gorgeous and harsh voice, "Stop pretending to be powerful, you are just a worthless guy, the man who scares you who is it?"

"Do you think you are omnipotent? Mr. Holmes." Evan Heyman's voice seemed calm, but with an inexplicable feeling of madness, "What if you saw your little girlfriend die before your eyes?"

Sherlock suddenly smiled contemptuously, "It's just you? Or the criminal behind you."

"Maybe it's herself, have you seen her wrist? The scar under the wide watch." Evan Heyman's voice was fascinated, "Oh, God, young body and old soul, what man can refuse her, Greg I have to be infatuated with you, Loria, or I can't appreciate anything in the world."

Gloria wrapped her arms around Mr. Holmes' waist. Even in this state, she did not forget to feel the sensation of the abdominal muscles under her fingers carefully. "Sir, do you believe me?"

"You want to go in." It wasn't an interrogative that the consulting detective said.

Gloria buried her face in his chest and rubbed it, "I don't want to be exposed by this bitch in public." She looked up at her, "Are you willing to take risks for me?"

"always."

This gorgeous and deep voice is holy to her.

Hoxton, East London, has become a gathering place for artists in recent years, and this office with a strong sense of design seems to be clamoring for the owner's good taste.

"?" Evan Heyman was wearing a stylish burgundy suit, with a relaxed posture as if he was entertaining a friend.

There was no slight expression on Sherlock's face, "no, thanks."

The handsome criminal asked, "Leah?"

"An Irish coffee, if you insist." Gloria smiled.

Evan Heyman looked very good-natured. "Irish whiskey melted with sugar cubes and poured into coffee and whipped cream? Unfortunately, there's not enough good whiskey here - how about a cappuccino?"

The detective looked stern, "If your expectation is to be a good waiter, then your service attitude is not too bad."

"You are always so aggressive, Mr. Holmes." Ivan Heyman took a seat opposite the two.

The detective is not interested in making false claims with him, "You suffer from frostbite and will soon die, your girlfriend's abandonment makes you feel revengeful, but you vent your anger on the innocent girl who looks like your girlfriend because you still love her , the thought of her marrying someone else hurts my heart."

"Before this morning," Evan Heyman put a cup of cappuccino on Leah's table intimately, "but I met Leah, you should know her attraction to men, that kind of slutty and naive She's so beautiful, God, she's almost nasty."

Gloria: She really wants to slap him, even though the bitch might detonate the explosives and get everyone to meet God.

Sherlock's expression seemed unmoved, if he ignored the British Browning l9a1 pistol in his hand that was pressed between Ivan Heyman's eyebrows.

Gloria looked at the handsome and charming figure of the detective standing with the gun in hand. Although it might be inappropriate to think so now, her mind was full of Mr. Holmes's sexy buttocks.

"You don't have to worry about me detonating the TNT explosives right away. Believe me, that weight is enough to blow us into a dozen pieces." Ivan Heyman was persuading Sherlock Holmes to put down his gun.

The voice of Sherlock flipping the insurance was very clear in the empty space, "There is no explosive at all, everything is just delaying time, and the reason why you still have time to talk to me now is just because I need to know where you came from. Learn about Leah."

"Who is that person behind the scenes?" Sherlock's eyes were stern and pressing.

Gloria: Hey, Mr. Holmes' stern look is so sexy.

Although Evan Heyman is suffering from frostbite and is about to die soon, but that is just about to happen. He is not going to die in the hands of Sherlock Holmes immediately, "I joined an organization to solve Shirley Collins' execution We have discussed the plan for a long time."

"A criminal organization behind the scenes?" Gloria said with a helpless expression, "Londoners really have nothing to do."

Ivan Heyman stared at her obsessively, but the handsome facial features made the girl feel disgusting, "I actually received a call from that gentleman after I saw you, and he revealed some little secrets to me."

Sherlock's deep-sea-like green eyes pushed layers of undercurrents, "That sir?"

"There is a title, but everyone respectfully keeps silent." Ivan Heyman's voice was filled with awe.

"Now you can have the inspector at the door take me back to Scotland Yard, Mr. Holmes, and that's all I can say, unless I want my mother, who lives in the Birmingham Sanitarium, to die." said Napoleon of the criminal world. It is easy to end someone's life.

Evan Heyman looked at the detective sympathetically, "He seems to be very interested in your little girlfriend. When I put down Gloria's photo at the Barbican Art Center, the gentleman sent me a text message saying— —'If you do anything wrong to the elf girl, I'll cut you into pieces and throw you into the Thames.'”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and looked at Goldilocks: Another follower?

Gloria looked back pitifully: I am innocent!

Evan Heyman, dissatisfied with being ignored, suggested to Gloria, "Look, pretty girl, you have so many choices, why insist on a boring person."

"A boring person?" Gloria looked at the consulting detective sweetly, "Mr. Holmes is the only miracle left in this world to me."

Sherlock: ...Sometimes it's a good thing to talk about a disagreement.

"By the way, there is one small matter that needs to be resolved." Gloria touched the temperature of the coffee cup, smiled and poured the liquid inside on Ivan Heyman, "There is only one person in this world who can say that I am a slut .”

Sherlock: ... Is this also a love story?

Scotland Yard has rescued dozens of hostages, and Evan Heyman was also handcuffed and taken into a police car.

And Gloria is wearing a dark orange blanket, sitting next to the ambulance parked on the side of the road, "Whether it's Scotland Yard or the FBI, do they think this ugly blanket is magical? It can make people instantly Restoring calm?"

Sherlock quickly threw the blanket away from the girl with his slender and beautiful hands, and replaced it with his Rhart black suit, "What about this one?"

Gloria, who was covered in a black suit, took a deep breath, "It's completely cured~"

The fragrant single dog Lestrade who witnessed the whole scene: It's fine to despise the blankets of Scotland Yard, but he even abused the dog!

Gloria jumped out of the ambulance, "Let's go back to Baker Street and do bad things! Every bone in my body is so tired that I want to sleep with you!"

Sherlock: "...I thought we had already negotiated a result - when you came of age."

"It's only two weeks, you shouldn't be so mean!" the elf girl complained.

Before the detective could answer, he heard a familiar voice.

"Another strange case has been solved," said the middle-aged British government, whose hair was combed meticulously, but only appeared to be extravagant. "It is really enthusiastic about public welfare."

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked impatiently.

There was a reserved and charming smile on the corner of Mycroft's mouth, "It's just that I care about you as always."

Sherlock was about to refuse the fat man's concern and let him disappear as soon as possible, but the little girlfriend behind him suddenly called out sweetly, "Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock swore he was right, and the British Government subconsciously took a step back when they heard the girl's voice.

Mycroft looked at the crazy eyes of the blonde girl, and subconsciously clenched the black umbrella in his hand. This is probably what was rumored in the mysterious ancient oriental country - once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of well ropes for ten years.

"Can you wait until another time to care about the younger brother? We have some important things to deal with now." Gloria's gesture was sincere.

The British government ignored the bad experience of being robbed, "Of course, a gentleman will never refuse a lady's request, but forgive me for being rude-what's the matter with you and Sherlock?"

Gloria curled her round red lips and smiled innocently, "Go back to 221b Baker Street and do something exciting."

Sherlock: "..."

Mycroft: "..."

On the ghost sports car on the return journey, Gloria was continuing to persuade Mr. Holmes to give up his virginity, but the other party insisted on talking after she became an adult, and the elf girl looked out the window angrily and ignored him.

The consulting detective manipulated the steering wheel with one hand, freeing one hand to tighten her suit jacket that was blown by the wind. Gloria took the opportunity to hold his hand, and tapped his fingers lightly on his palm from time to time.

Well, the Grinder Leprechaun is online again.

Sherlock sighed, "Leah—"

"I am," she said sweetly, "every time you call, the butterfly in my heart flaps its wings."

The car stopped on the side of the road, Sherlock looked at her squarely, his handsome and classical silhouette was fascinating, "——why can it only be me?"

"If I had never seen the sun, I would have tolerated darkness, but the sun has made my desolation a new desolation."

"Besides you, I can only live the rest of my life as a desolation, sir."

She piously pressed a kiss on Sherlock's palm.