[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

I have nothing to declare except my genius.?

I have nothing to declare except my genius.

Sherlock led Gloria through Holborn Street, turned into Endell Street, and then walked through the civilian area with winding roads and finally came to Covent Garden Market. Gloria was very grateful that she gave up three She wore a pair of Chelsea ankle boots with [-]-inch high heels, but this seemed to widen the height difference between her and Mr. Holmes.

"Sir, can I ask one thing?" Gloria blinked at him with blue eyes.

Sherlock inexplicably felt that there was a cold wind blowing, and the questions raised by his little girlfriend should not be very pleasant to him.

The slender fingers of the elf girl straightened the collar of the windbreaker for him, "Sir, did you put up the collar of the windbreaker to make your face look shorter?"

Sherlock: "..."

"justkidding." Gloria put her arms around his arms, and puppyeyes looked at him pitifully.

See, Mr. Holmes' little girlfriend always likes to slap her and reward her with a piece of honey.

Sherlock smiled hypocritically at Goldilocks, "Christmas presents have been cancelled."

"No, sir!" Gloria looked at him in disbelief. "You can't treat me like this. You know that the ruby ​​bracelet that belonged to Princess Margaret is my favorite."

The consulting detective smiled kindly and innocently, "What can I do? People with long faces probably don't have kind hearts, unless—"

"Unless what?"

Sherlock had already seen the sign of a stall that said Breckenridge. The owner of the stall was also a long-faced man with a thin face and a neat beard. They came just in time. The guy was busy closing the booth, and the detective asked his little girlfriend sideways, "You will know sooner or later, now we should devote ourselves to finding this interesting answer."

"Good night, sir, have you sold out all your geese?" It was a strange picture for Sherlock standing on the stall.

The shop owner looked at Sherlock and Gloria suspiciously, there was no way, the well-dressed posture of these two people really seemed to be on the cover of a magazine at any time, "Yes, sir, today is Christmas Eve, and people want to go home early to prepare For dinner, if you want, I can prepare hundreds of geese tomorrow morning."

"But we need a fine Christmas goose tonight," Sherlock replied.

The shopkeeper was still busy cleaning up the stalls, "Okay, look at the stall on the far left of the market, there should be a few more."

"But I was introduced to you by the owner of the Alpha Hotel." Gloria looked at the good acting skills of the consulting detective, and once again slandered him that he should go to Hollywood for development.

The shopkeeper temporarily stopped what he was doing, "Oh, I did send him 24 geese yesterday."

"Those geese are pretty much the best I've ever seen," Sherlock asked seemingly indifferently. "Where did you get them?"

Unexpectedly, the owner of the store suddenly became furious. He raised his head high, put the tools in his hands on the chopping board and let out a dull voice, "Sir, what do you mean?!"

Gloria wanted to speak out, but was stopped by Sherlock's eyes. He seemed to deliberately provoke the owner, "I just want to know who sold you the geese you supply to the Alpha Hotel?"

"Oh, I've had enough today, I don't want to tell you, how about it!"?

Seemingly bewildered, the consulting detective asked, "It's just a trivial matter, I don't understand why you would get so mad?"?

"Very angry! If you are pestered like me, maybe you will be very angry too. I pay a lot of money for a good product, but someone keeps asking: 'Where is the goose?'"Your geese are sold to Who?' and 'What are you geese trading for?' I've had enough!"?

Sherlock said casually, "I'm pretty sure the goose I ate was bred in the countryside. If you don't believe me, we can place a bet of twenty pounds."?

"Hey, you've lost your twenty pounds, because it was literally bred in the city," replied the stall owner, determined to win.

"It's not like this."?

"That's it."?

"Only ghosts will believe it."

The stall owner blushed from Sherlock's anger, "Are you willing to bet? How much do you think you know about poultry!"?

"Look, there are always people who are willing to lose money, and you will pay the price of money for your stubbornness." The expression on Sherlock's face really deserves a beating, very much.

The shopkeeper laughed angrily, "Bill, bring me the ledger!"

The boy brought a thin small ledger and a large ledger covered with greasy cover, the handwriting was clearly visible under the chandelier of the stall.

"This long-faced gentleman," the shopkeeper seemed to launch a personal attack, Gloria suppressed a smile and saw the shopkeeper pick up the small ledger, "This is the list of people who sold me geese, and the name on this page is Village Yes, the number after the name is the page number of the ledger, and their accounts are recorded on that page. Sir! Do you see this page written in red ink? This is the list of geese sold to me in the city. If your narrow eyes are all right, look at the name of the third one. Read it to me."?

Sherlock seemed very cooperative. "Mrs. Oakshott, 126 Brixton Road - page 237."

"Bill, let's look at the ledger now!"

The boy's voice read, as the chap opened the greasy bill, "Here it is, Mrs Oakshott, 126 Brixton Road, Egg and Poultry Supplier."?

The stall owner became more and more satisfied with his business, "What is the last payment?"?

"On December 24, collect [-] geese and sell them to the Wendygate of the Alpha Hotel." The boy read out obediently.

"Sir, what else do you have to say now?" The stall owner stared at Sherlock with his arms akimbo.

Gloria watched her boyfriend perform like a movie star again. He seemed very annoyed, took out a twenty pound note from his pocket and threw it on the counter, like a naive young man who became angry from embarrassment.

Gloria followed him for a few steps, and they stopped at a corner where they could see the stalls. Mr. Holmes smiled knowingly, "Look, humans don't take the initiative to tell the truth, they always like to refute."

Gloria: Hey, the insidious Mr. Holmes always makes her blood boil, so she wants to tie his wrist with the scarf around her neck and kiss him, and then rip his shirt buttons——

"Leah, Gloria—" Sherlock's pale fingers clasped her wrist, "what are you thinking?"

Gloria: ...was thinking about messing with you.

"It's nothing, sir," Gloria touched her pointy ears, "it seems that we are close to the truth, and now we should go to Mrs. Oakshott—"

She stopped because suddenly she noticed a loud commotion erupting from the stall, and saw a small man standing under the yellow halo of the chandelier at the door.Stall owner Breckenridge blocked the stall door and shook his fist viciously at the cowering man. ?

"I'm sick of you and your geese!" he cried. "I hope you all go to hell! If you come to pester me with nonsense again, I'll let the dogs bite you. You put Mrs. Oakshott, and I'll answer her where are the geese, but what does it matter to you? Did I get my geese from you?"?

"No, but having said that, there's a goose in there that's mine!" sighed the little man. ?

"Then you will go to Mrs. Oakshott."

"She asked me to ask you."?

"Then you might as well ask Queen Elizabeth for it! Get out of here!" He rushed forward viciously, and the short man quickly disappeared in the darkness. ?

"Looks like we'll be at my parents' house an hour early," Sherlock said, leaning over to his little girlfriend.

He frowned, "You seem a lot smaller without the high heels." She is more like a delicate elf girl, which makes people feel soft when they see it.

Gloria blinked. Her height is not petite anyway. If she grows a few centimeters taller, she might be able to walk on the catwalk. It seems that Mr. Holmes's brain circuit is not reasonable.

"Are we following that guy?"

"Of course," said Holmes, smoothing the messy hair on top of his little friend's head. "It's kind of silly to have a bunch of it up."

Gloria: Look, who could stand this gentleman but her.

The blonde girl took his hand, "Sir, it's easy for you to lose me like this, I have to teach you a few words of love."

Gloria's gray-blue eyes shone with shattered light, and even the cruelest person could not resist that kind of sincere love, "When I am tired of everything, I will think of you, thinking of you Somewhere in the world lives and exists, and I'm willing to put up with anything. But your existence is important enough to me."

Sherlock remained calm, "Is there any more?"

Gloria: "...Of course." Who is she!Love talk skills have never been defeated!

"You are the last rose in my barren land."

"That's all?" Sherlock looked at her critically.

Gloria began to doubt herself, "? There is thirst and hunger, and you are the fruit. There is grief and disillusionment, and you are the miracle."

"Oh." The consulting detective didn't care much about perfunctory.

The two were still following the short man, and the blonde girl who was almost defeated suddenly grabbed him and said, "I want to do it to you, what spring did to the cherry tree?"

Mr. Holmes raised his eyebrows, "Okay."

Gloria: "..."

"If you walk your talk, a ruby ​​bracelet is still a Christmas gift." Sherlock's gorgeous subwoofer was bewitching.

Gloria: How come there is a feeling of paying for the debt.