[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Behappy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with myow's blood. colouredlikeflameishisbody.Hislipsaresweetashoney,andhisbreathislikefrankinsse.

Be happy, you will get red roses.I will grow it with my moonlit song and nourish it with my heart's blood.I do this, for no reason, just to make you a truly affectionate person.Philosophy is wise, but love is wiser than philosophy; power is strong, but love is stronger than power.The flames are her wings, and the heat is her body.Her lips are sweet as honey, and her breath is fragrant like milk.

Gloria's round red lips evoked a charming smile, the moles on her cheeks were seductive and delicate, her slender fingers wrapped around the man's black hair, "Now can I start to observe this old hat and draw inferences? "

"You should change your position," Sherlock said to the girl who straddled him.

"Boom—" Gloria simply pressed a loud kiss on the man's lips, then walked away from the detective with long legs and sat back on the retro sofa.

Gloria's fair fingers dangled in front of his eyes. "Magnifying glass, sir."

Goldilocks held the round black felt hat in her hand, oh yes it was almost worn out, the original red silk lining was much faded, but there was clearly no hatmaker's logo, and there was scrawling on the other side Initials HB

The brim was perforated perhaps to keep it from being blown away by the wind, but the elastic is gone now, and there are a few faded patches on the hat, though its owner inks it black to cover up the pudding , but the hat was still unmistakably worn, with cracks and dust making it look stained.

"He's a middle-aged man with gray hair," Gloria pointed to the dregs of hair on the inside of the hat, "he should have had his hair trimmed recently."

Sherlock held his chin together, "Go on, Gloria."

"Hats were the fashion three years ago. Look at the ribbed silk band and rich silk lining. This hat must have sold for a lot, if its owner had bought an expensive black felt hat three years ago. , but since then he hasn’t bought any other hats. It seems that he is a poor man with a poor family. As for the goose that is now in the oven, it should be a practical gift he is going to give to his wife. The card is very clear." Gloria put the hat and magnifying glass on the table, "I can only see these three points."

The consulting detective looked at her disapprovingly, "You're not paying attention at all, Gloria, listen, you really should clear out the garbage in your head and put something useful in it."

"Oh, but if you are cleaned out of the brain, there will be nothing left in it." The elf girl looked at him sincerely.

Sherlock: "...Although the inferences you draw are pitifully few, they are almost correct. Based on this alone, your intelligence is still higher than that stupid goldfish of Anderson."

"...thank you."

Mr. Holmes held the hat in his hand. "Judging from the appearance of the hat, this man lived a very prosperous life three years ago, but now he is in a difficult situation. He used to have some foresight, but his spirit is becoming more and more decadent due to the decline of his family. some deleterious influence, like drinking or something, and that's probably one of the reasons why his wife doesn't love him anymore."

Gloria: "...where did you see that?"

"It's all obvious." Sherlock glared at her.

"Where is it obvious?"

The consulting detective ignored her and continued to repeat his conclusion, "Anyway, he still maintains a certain degree of self-esteem. This gray-haired middle-aged man does not exercise at all. He has indeed just had his hair trimmed and painted Lemon Balm, it's all obvious reasoning."

Gloria: Holyshit!Heck it's obvious!

"If you'd like, maybe you can explain to me how this person is farsighted and spiritually decadent?" Gloria asked obediently after being annoyed by him.

"You're on par with Anderson's IQ again now," Sherlock Holmes pointed to the small discs and loops used to fasten the elastic band on the hat with his finger. "The hats never come with these things. This man had some foresight to think of this method of preventing the hat from being blown away by the wind. But now that he has ruined the elastic and is unwilling to take the trouble of re-nailing it, it is clear that his foresight is not as good as it was before. Evident evidence of a deteriorating will. As for the ink stains on the hat to conceal its weariness, it shows that he has not entirely lost his self-respect."

Gloria blinked. "So no exercise at all?"

"The dust on the hat," Sherlock said with a sideways glance at her, the black natural curls of the bag still motionless, "the dust is not the dust mixed with grit on the streets of London, but the brown velvet dust in the room, which shows that most of the hat Time hangs in the room, as for the other point, you can see the hair residue on the lining, can't you just think about the obvious sweat stain? This is clear proof that people who wear hats often sweat profusely, and of course it can't be a physical exercise Good people."

Gloria, who was used to being despised, still maintained her smile, "You said his wife no longer loves him because the dust has accumulated on the hat for a few weeks?"

"Of course, it's Christmas time, people often need to visit relatives and friends, and his wife let him look sloppy." Sherlock picked up one of the violins and put them on his shoulders, but unfortunately the tunes he played were not very pleasant, Glo Liya suspected that she had done something to make him unhappy again, because the sound of the piano was almost the best weapon to drive people away.

what did she doGloria looked at the little stubble protruding from the naturally curly black hair on her chin, and repeated Mr. Holmes's words in her mind-"His wife let him be slovenly."

"Sir, I thought you could handle little things like beard stubble yourself," Gloria admitted, "and I'm not your wife."

The consulting detective was about to open his mouth to answer her, when a man ran in from the second floor. It was Peterson, the janitor of Baker Street. His dark face was flushed with a look of shock and bewilderment.

"The goose, Mr. Holmes! The goose, sir!" he gasped. ?

Sherlock was dissatisfied with being interrupted, "Did it flap its wings and fly away from your oven?"

"Look, sir, look what my wife found in the goose pouch!" He stretched out his hand, revealing a blue garnet shining brightly in the palm of his hand.

The consulting detective raised some interest, "This is indeed a barely interesting treasure."

"A precious diamond, sir, isn't it?" Peterson said loudly.

Gloria looked at the blue garnet, but it looked familiar, "Is this the blue garnet that Countess Moka lost?"

"This is exactly the gemstone reported by The Times, and the reward of £[-] is certainly less than one-twentieth of the market price of this sapphire."?

"Ten thousand pounds! Jesus Christ!" Peterson, the gatekeeper, was amazed.

"On the twentieth of December, that is, four days ago. John Horner, a plumber, was accused of stealing the jewel from the Countess of Mocha's locket. Since the evidence of his crime is so strong, this The case has been brought to court." He rummaged through the pile of newspapers, his green eyes scanning the dates from newspaper to newspaper, quickly picking out what he wanted—

"The 'Hotel of the World' jewel theft. John Horner, brought to court for the theft of a famous precious stone from the Countess of Moka's casket on the [-]th of this month.

James Ryder, head porter of the hotel, testified on the case as follows: On the day of the theft he had taken John Horner upstairs to the dressing-room of the Countess of Moka to weld the second loose grate of the fireplace, He teased for a while, and was immediately called away by the guests.

When they returned to the dressing room, they found that Horner had left, and the dressing table had been pried open, and there was an empty small jewelry box on the dressing table.After learning that the Countess used to store gems in this box, Ryder quickly reported to the police, and Horner was arrested that night.But no gems were recovered from Horner or from his home.Catherine Cusack, the Countess's maid, testified under oath that she had heard Ryder's exclamation when she discovered the jewel had been stolen, and testified that what she saw when she ran into the room matched that of the above-mentioned witnesses.

When Horner was arrested, he resisted desperately and defended his innocence in the strongest terms.But given previous evidence that he had committed similar thefts, the magistrate refused to proceed lightly and the case has been referred to the Assizes.Horner was so agitated during the interrogation that he fainted during the sentencing and was carried out of the courtroom. ?”

"It seems that Scotland Yard Goldfish Pond may have caught another wrong person," Sherlock threw the newspaper aside, "We need to find the owner of this goose and find out what role he played in this little mystery." character of."

Porter Peterson suggested, "A missing person in the evening paper?"

"I have a small appointment tonight, and I don't have time to meet this gentleman. We need to solve this little mystery between seven o'clock tonight." Sherlock said in a low voice, and glanced at Gloria.

The elf girl was processing something on the phone buttons, and half a minute later she shook the phone screen at Mr. Holmes, "I have posted missing person notices on major social platforms - I picked up a big white goose and a black man at the corner of Guzhi Street. A felt hat. Mr. Henry Baker, please inquire at 06B Baker Street at 30:221 in the evening, and you can get back the original.”

"He looks like a decadent middle-aged man, will he log on to social platforms?" Mr. Peterson, the janitor, asked.

Sherlock replied for his little girlfriend, "Everyone who knows him will tell him that Gloria has some influence on the Internet, and many people will be willing to share this announcement."

Peterson nodded reassuringly, "Sir, what about this gem?"

"I'll save it first, Mr. Peterson," Gloria put the blue garnet in her hand, "by the way, can you buy a roast goose and send it to Mrs. Hudson later? I'm afraid we have to return it The gentleman has a goose instead of the one you are eating at home."

The consulting detective curled up on the couch after Peterson was gone, "What are you going to do with that blue garnet?"

"I've already sent Hugh a text message asking him to tell the Countess that they will actually be attending a dinner party tonight," Gloria touched her chin with her slender fingers, "I heard you right, a few minutes ago you Said there will be a small date tonight?"

Sherlock looked away from her, "It's 26:[-]:[-] London time, and Mr. Henry Baker will come to this apartment in about two hours to retrieve his goose and hat."

"Two hours can do a lot," Gloria suggested.

The consulting detective's ears were red.

Gloria looked at him straightly, "Sir, what are you thinking about? I'm talking about cleaning up your beard, because you think Mr. Henry Baker's wife let his sloppy image show that she no longer loves him. "

Sherlock resisted the thought of strangling her, "... I hope you can do the job of shaving."

"Of course, first - we have to go to the bathroom." Gloria's tone was ambiguous on the tip of her tongue.

The bathroom of Mr. Holmes was lit with warm lights. Sherlock was half lying in the bathtub under the pressure of his little girlfriend, while she sat on his thin waist in an ambiguous posture. She seemed to like this posture very much.

But unlike this seductive pose, Gloria did it very seriously, and she didn't want any small wounds to scratch her favorite Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock felt Gloria's breath sprinkled on his face, and she changed another perfume, the rich and fragrant rose scent had a distinct coolness, faintly visible, as if she wanted to touch and loosen it. open hands.

He didn't like this feeling of distance, the man's pale and slender hands held her waist.

"There is a fire in everyone's heart, and people who pass by see only the smoke. But there is always someone, there is always someone who can see the fire, and come over and accompany me." Gloria's nails Touching his cheeks, pleased with the smoothness of his skin.

"I was in the crowd, saw his fire, and then walked quickly, for fear that if he slowed down, he would be drowned in the dust of the years. I brought my enthusiasm, my indifference, my rage, and my gentleness , and the unreasonable belief in love, I was out of breath."

Sherlock's breath grew hot until her kisses were on his lips instead of fingertips.

"I stammered and said to him: what's your name. It started with what's your name, and then everything else."