[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Often, the beloved is only the trigger of the kind of love that has been quietly accumulated in the lover's heart for a long time - Carson McCullers

"Sir, you tricked me."

Sherlock looked away, "We're going to find interesting answers from that guy now."

Gloria: Insidious!cunning!There is nothing good about a long face!No wonder British men always play villains in Hollywood!

Mr. Sao Bao Natural Juan walked through the idle crowd, and caught up with the short man a few steps ahead and patted him on the shoulder. The man turned around abruptly. In the severe winter, his face was pale and bloodless, with Terrified look.

Gloria walked quickly to Sherlock, just as the short man asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I heard your inquiry to the vendor, and I thought I might be able to help you a little." Sherlock had a hypocritical smile on his face, and Gloria lamented for the short gentleman, after all, every time Sherlock showed this Someone is always going to be unlucky with the expression.

"Who are you?" The short man glanced at Sherlock and Gloria, "How do you know this?"

Gloria had a proud expression on her face, "This gentleman's name is Sherlock Holmes. He is best at knowing some secret things and has miraculous abilities."

Shorty: It's already this time, still showing affection? !Is it human!

"What do you know?" He had a skeptical look on his face.

"Probably almost all, you are desperately trying to find. Those geese were sold by Mrs Oakshott, Brixton Road, to the Breckenridge peddler. Through his stall to the Alpha Hotel, Wendigate. Mr. Henry Baker was one of those Christmas presents he distributed to his club members."?

"Jesus Christ! Sir, you are a good man, and this is the news I am most eager to hear," the short man cried excitedly.

The roadside cafe was filled with a warm atmosphere, and Sherlock noticed that Gloria was shivering in the severe cold, "Sir, instead of talking in this downtown with cold winds, why don't we choose this warm cafe on the side of the road?" Discuss the matter in detail in the cafe."

Gloria showed a sweet smile, "Sir, are we honored to know your name?"

The short man hesitated, but did not meet Gloria's eyes, "My name is John Robinson."

"No, no, sir, we are asking for your real name," Mr. Sao Bao's curly black hair put on a smile that pretended to be friendly but threatened, "Mr. James Ryder, the foreman of the World Hotel."

Gloria opened the glass door of the cafe for the two gentlemen, "Please, sir, we will tell you everything you want to know."

The short man stood in front of Holmes and looked back and forth between the two, with worried and expectant eyes flashing in his eyes. A few seconds later, when he walked into the cafe, Gloria raised an eyebrow at Sherlock, begging for praise.

The consulting detective walked into the cafe with his chin raised like a big tsundere cat, and Gloria once again suspected that she was a shivering M...

James Ryder, taking the innermost seat, breathed heavily, clasped and relaxed his hands as the waiter handed him the menu, and he hurriedly ordered a New England Columbian coffee.

"Mr. Ryder, you don't have to be so nervous. Let's enjoy the cozy fire in this cafe for a while before solving this little matter of yours." Of course, Sherlock will always choose the kind of thick black coffee that is as thick as earth. God knows how someone like him, who barely survives on black coffee, managed to be proficient in boxing and fighting.

"Miss, maybe I can recommend the Hujue coffee in the store to you. It is like an elegant princess like you, with noble, tender, and elegant characteristics." The handsome male waiter's blue eyes are charming and affectionate, "You are beautiful Like the stars in my hometown."

Gloria: "...Italy?"

"Yes, Miss," Brother Yidu praised sweetly, "You are really the smartest little pearl."

Little angel, little baby, little elf, little pearl—the eternal sincere tone of a French man.

No one doesn't like to listen to compliments, Gloria smiled, "Then a glass of amber."

"The red velvet cake is freshly baked, do you want it?"

"Not for now."

"How about raspberry light cheese?"

"It does not need."

The Italian brother bent over and smiled, "Do you need my phone number?"

Gloria: The British male waiters are all from the country of love talk. The French brother may be able to resist it. The combat effectiveness of the Italian brother is unimaginable. Let alone the girls, look at the one who coaxed the German guy Like death, always being cheated without complaint or regret.

Sherlock: What's the matter?How come someone always flirts with his little girlfriend.

"Sir," Sherlock turned his head and glanced at the male waiter, his curly curly hair swaying arrogantly, "Are you working here to use your position to seduce other people's girlfriends?"

"Girlfriend?" The bartender seemed very surprised. "Sorry, you don't look close. I thought this beautiful elf was a single girl."

Sherlock's gamma-ray-like eyes scanned him for a week, "Your ex-girlfriend who just broke up for three days must not like your behavior of always taking off your couple ring."

Italian brother: "...I will serve you meals as soon as possible."

Gloria: Sure enough, no matter if it is France or Yidu, they will never be able to match the combat effectiveness of this natural curly British man. Hey, Mr. Holmes is so intelligent and sexy.

"Sir, those geese?" Ryder couldn't help asking.

The consulting detective signaled his little girlfriend to be good with his eyes, and then looked at Ryder, "I assume you are interested in a white goose with a black stripe on its tail."

"Yes, sir!" Ryder was almost trembling with excitement, "Can you tell me the whereabouts of this goose?"

The Italian brother sent coffee politely and thoughtfully, and Gloria also had an extra rose for her.

Sherlock tossed the red rose aside, and went on to answer James Ryder's question, "It was indeed a most peculiar goose, and I don't wonder why you are so interested in this goose. After the goose died, An egg was laid—the rarest, most beautiful, brightest little blue egg in the world.”?

Mr. Ryder's complexion became even paler, and he almost leaned on the back of the chair, not daring to move. Gloria took out a velvet box from her coat pocket and opened it. The blue garnet shone like a brilliant cold star.

Ryder stared at the gem, not knowing what to do.

"The play is over, Mr. Ryder," said Holmes calmly, subwoofering. "Sit still, poor fellow."

The short James Ryder was almost shaking, and Sherlock spoke as fast as ever, "Although I have fully grasped every link and evidence in this case, I still should give you a chance to speak, who made today's What about Christmas Eve, Ryder, have you ever heard of the Countess of Morka's sapphire?"?

"Catherine Cusack told me." His voice was weak.

"Oh, it's the countess's maid, and the trick you've used is really childish, that is, you can fool the stupid goldfish pond in Scotland Yard." Sherlock took a sip of strong black coffee, "You used Horner, the plumber, once Similar acts of theft put the suspicion on him easily. Then he and his accomplice Catherine Cusack engaged in some indecent tricks in the Countess' room-managed to call Horner into the room and waited for him to leave. Then pried open the casket to get the blue garnet, then yelled that the room had been burglarized and got the poor fellow Horner under arrest."

Ryder wanted to ask for mercy, but the consulting detectives of the British Empire didn't give him the slightest chance. "After Horner was arrested, you took the gems and prepared to escape. I think you have accomplices outside London who can find a way to dispose of the stolen goods, but--O Mrs Kershott is your sister?"

"Yes, sir, how did you know—"

"The simplest basic interpretation," Sherlock replied perfunctorily, "Gloria, simply explain it to him."

Blonde sipping coffee: What?Why is it me again?

"You don't dare go home or stay in a hotel with a gem, but you choose your next of kin. Mrs. Oakshott makes a career feeding geese to supply the market, and you watch the geese come up with a trick, and imagine it can be tricked out of Scotland." Field." After Gloria finished speaking, she looked to the detective for encouragement, and Sherlock reluctantly rewarded her with an evaluation that her IQ was barely considered stupid.

Ryder looked at the tall detective who didn't dare to run away. "A few weeks ago, my sister promised me that I could choose one of her geese as a Christmas present from her. I think it's better to take the goose now." Go, so that the sapphire can be hidden in the belly of the goose. I chose a big white goose with a black edge on the tail, pried open its mouth and stuffed the gem into its throat, and the goose swallowed the gem in one gulp , but it flapped its wings and struggled vigorously. At this time, my sister heard the sound and came over. Just as I turned to talk to her, the goose broke free from my grasp, flapped its wings and rushed back to the group of geese went.?"

"Oh, there appear to be two large white geese with a black streak on their tails," the consulting detective stated.

"Yes," Ryder dejectedly said, "I managed to catch a white goose with a black streak on its tail, and I took the goose out of London and opened it. As a result, I almost fainted. There was no trace of sapphire in the crop. I went back to my sister's house, but there was not a single goose in the backyard."

Gloria shrugged, "So you went to harass the owner of Breckenridge, but unfortunately he sold all the geese long ago and refused to tell you where they were sold."

"Sir! Please forgive me!" Ryder wept convulsively.

"It's a little late," Gloria shrugged, pointing to the Scotland Yard police car outside the window, "Inspector Lestrade will take you to the Metropolitan Police Department to spend Christmas Eve, sorry, I'm not an advocate of Christmas amnesty .”

Inspector Lestrade hurried over, "Leah, thank you so much for notifying me."

"All for the British Empire, Inspector."

Lestrade: That sounds ironic from a foreigner...

Until the detective took away the hapless ghost, Sherlock frowned and looked at her: "When did you notify Lestrade?"

"When the Italian waiter is about to give me his contact number," Gloria put down the coffee, "Don't tell me you kindly want to implement a Christmas season amnesty today?"

The dark-haired man just sat there with a blank expression and was full of aggression, "You always forget about my high-functioning sociopath."

"With all due respect, you are really not a high-functioning antisocial personality," Gloria folded her arms, "you are at best arrogant and unbeatable."

Sherlock smiled hypocritically, "To avoid provoking me at dinner tonight?"

"I'm just worried that I'm getting married for no reason," Gloria's round red lips curled up charmingly, and the mole on her cheeks seduced her, "I have a little choice for you—"

——"Sir, do you want to eat first or eat me first."

Sherlock: "..."