[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

I have nothing to declare except my genius.

I have nothing to declare except my genius.

When the ghost sports car drove to Alexander Holder's residence in the southern suburbs, the owner's black German car had not yet arrived. It seemed that Mr. Holmes had chosen an empty shortcut.

Gloria leaned back on the passenger seat and commanded the omnipotent Sherlock Holmes, "Sir, I need a new shirt."

Sherlock looked at the blonde girl's cashmere coat, which was almost fully buttoned up. This was not in line with her usual style of dressing. She always liked to open the coat, because it would make her look more fashionable when she was photographed by reporters.

But now she can only fasten her coat because someone has torn the button of the shirt inside.

The consulting detective held a black card between his pale and slender fingers and handed it to her in a cold voice, "I've said it before—swipe my card."

Gloria: Hey, Mr. Holmes has been really domineering and aggressive lately.

Sherlock frowned at Gloria's unresponsive behavior. The blonde girl thought about it, and obediently took the card. Since her boyfriend asked her to swipe the card, she would definitely let Mr. Holmes experience the lethality of a woman's shopping spree. .

But to be honest, although Mr. Holmes's career as a consulting detective sounds suspicious, his income should not be underestimated, not to mention the income he often gets from handling some small troubles that cannot be disclosed for the White House royal family, like today Hall The salary offered by an ordinary wealthy person like Mr. De is probably at least tens of thousands of pounds. This is the reason why Mr. Holmes has no pursuit of money. Otherwise, Mr. Holder would be willing to spend all his wealth to get back those green jades. , after all, it is related to his life reputation.

"The Fairbairn apartment that this big banker lives in is not luxurious, and it seems that he is not a complete hedonist." Gloria said looking at the villa outside the car window.

However, Sherlock suddenly thought of the luxurious residences of the Rockefeller family that spread across all continents. The wealth accumulated by the Rockefeller family, the oil tycoon, has almost reached a terrifying figure. 20 million, and those real and hidden wealth are probably irresistible to anyone.

"If you don't think the villa in front of you is a good place to live, I'm afraid Baker Street can be called shabby—"

Sherlock suddenly stopped and didn't continue speaking. His usual sensitive brain failed because the girl might give up on him, and he began to say this sarcasm unreasonably, which might irritate her.

Sherlock Holmes never cared whether his words were uncomfortable, but if the other party was Gloria, he would rather become the French man who was the best at flattering ladies, although they were frivolous and dissolute.

Gloria didn't seem to know what was going on in Sherlock's mind, she retorted, "I think Baker Street is very good, we have the best treasure, Mrs Hudson, and the nearby Chinese restaurant is really good, the only downside I'm afraid It's your bloody eyeballs and human organs lying around."

"You almost threw my experimental eyeball into the trash last time." Sherlock frowned coldly, viciously and aggressively.

But he knew he was just changing the subject, and if Gloria didn't bring up giving him up for wealth or inheritance, he didn't want to talk about it again and start a fight over it, after all, this was England and he was Sherlock If he does not agree, Holmes, there is no way Gloria will fly out of the airspace of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

Gloria threatened him unhappily, "If you don't obey, I'll throw my eyeballs into your mushroom soup next time."

The all-powerful mouth-talking detective didn't refute her, Sherlock liked the little girl's vivacious villain style, he couldn't help it, he was fascinated by the cunning little villain in front of him.

Gloria watched the busy Scotland Yard police officers outside the car window. They even turned over the stone slabs on the ground that seemed to have been laid for a century, just to dig out the emerald hidden by Arthur Holder.

"It seems that not only old Mr. Holder, Scotland Yard also firmly believes that the thief is Arthur Holder." She shrugged.

Sherlock's deep green eyes glanced at the police officer who continued to do futile work, and he asked calmly, "What about you? What do you think?"

"Of course not him," Gloria replied very positively, "his behavior is unreasonable."

Before Sherlock had time to continue asking her about her analysis of the case, Gloria turned to face him from looking out the window.

Outside the window is the bright sunshine at noon in winter. She seems to be bathed in the sun. Her long golden curly hair shines like melted gold. Loria looked so beautiful, like an illusory and bright dream.

And this dreamy girl was looking at him and said, "But the main reason why I think the thief is not Arthur Holder is because of you, in the face of other so-called evidence, I have doubts about Sherlock Holmes' judgment." Absolute confidence."

Her voice was firm, her smile was sweet and persistent, with a desperate love, as if she was willing to fight for the honor of Sherlock Holmes to defend him.

This time it was Sherlock who covered her eyes, those clear blue eyes like glass beads made the heart beat like thunder.

"Sherlock Holmes is just an arrogant freak in the eyes of too many people." He stated the fact in a flat tone.

The little girl wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, and her thick and curly eyelashes blinked in his palm like a small fan. The touch was light and profound, and it had the power to penetrate into his heart, "That's their mediocrity, who would underestimate your ability ? I think you only need a day or two to retrieve those pieces of emeralds, I am afraid that Mr. Holder is willing to give all his property for your extraordinary wisdom and talent."

Sherlock was not very satisfied with this answer, "What about you? Gloria Rockefeller?"

"I told you the first day I saw you," the blonde girl tried to pull his hand covering her eyes, but Mr. Holmes, who was proficient in martial arts, was so powerful that she had to give up temporarily. Gloria's voice often brought With a kind of sweetness that can soften human bones, "I fell in love with you at first sight, and I am willing to give all my wealth in exchange for a kiss."

Sherlock is finally satisfied, his gorgeous subwoofer with a theatrical tone—

"As you wish, mylady."

His lips always had a coolness, and now the lips that were tightly pressed against Gloria slowly became warm. Leah narrowed her eyes happily. She liked the mellow mint smell in Mr. Holmes' mouth. .

The soft lips of the two touched each other, and Gloria, whose eyes were covered and had a dark vision, became more sensitive. She could clearly feel the hot breath of Mr. Detective's wet tongue teasing her, as if she had seduced him this morning. As he did at the time, Mr. Holmes' learning ability should not be underestimated.

Sherlock didn't let go of the little girl in his arms until he heard the sound of Holder's car engine in the distance. Her lips became wet and shiny like roses.

Gloria leaned back sharply, out of his aggressive territory, God, Mr. Holmes kissed so well, she wanted to give him an award.

Sherlock looked at the approaching German car, and leaned closer to Gloria and wiped the wetness on her lips with his fingers, "We have to find the three green jades for a while, and I really regret taking this case."

Mr. Holmes is even taller in a black-gray coat. The red seam at the buttonhole of the coat makes his deep green eyes so charming. Black hair always looks smart and evil in the eyes of Americans. Sherlock's facial features are in standard aesthetics. I'm afraid he shouldn't be called a handsome man anyway. His long face and pale skin all look cruel and evil, but Gloria swears that this man makes her damn obsessed.

Alexander Holder greeted him graciously, not only because the detective's assistant was a Rockefeller, he even got news of his partner in the car - the consulting detective himself was the younger brother of a big man in the British government!

He now trusts these two young men to help him find the three green jades and save his reputation that is on the verge of shattering.

Sherlock was not enthusiastic about Mr. Holder, he looked around the villa on his own, it was a rather large white stone villa, a little far from the road.

As Alexander Holder said, the house had been built for at least a century, and the two-way driveway ran along a snow-covered lawn to the closed gate.On the right side of the house there is a small clump of shrubs that runs along a narrow path that leads from the road to the kitchen door.On the left, there is a path leading to the abandoned stables. This path is not in the courtyard, and it is a public road that is not commonly used.

Sherlock led Gloria through the front of the house and around the back of the garden into the path leading to the abandoned stables. He used a magnifying glass to carefully observe the footprints or various possible traces along the way.

Mr. Holmes was wearing a slim and handsome black suit, covered with a black gray long wool trench coat, and the dark blue scarf usually hung around his neck was replaced by Gloria.

He can see almost every detail, has a wealth of knowledge and wisdom, and was very excited when faced with this slightly complicated case. Gloria felt that he looked like a tsundere big cat who got a small dried fish.

There happened to be a window on this road, and through the oriel Gloria saw Mr. Holder, who had been waiting for a long time, enter the house and sit by the fireplace in the dining room waiting for the two of them.

"That Miss Mary—" Gloria had roughly guessed the real process of the case, but she didn't know how Mr. Holmes planned to retrieve the three lost emeralds for the time being.

Sherlock wrapped Goldilocks' cotton candy-like soft hand, conveying the warm touch to her, his usual indifferent subwoofer with hidden tenderness, "Isn't Miss Rockefeller in front of me the most confident in my abilities? Let's go in Come on, finish this annoying case by tonight."

Gloria True Fan Girl Rockefeller: Hey, Mr. Holmes is so charming, his proud and conceited chin makes her blood boil!

Seeing the two entering the room, Mr. Holder hurriedly greeted them. Warm black tea was already on the table, and Gloria habitually refilled the tea for Sherlock. Can make people feel the kind of irreplaceable love.

When Alexander Holder didn't know how to ask the detectives if they had found any clues, the door of the dining room was suddenly pushed open, and a young lady walked in.

She was of medium height and slender, with jet-black hair and eyes that seemed dark against her very pale skin.

Gloria has always liked dark-haired beauties, and the indifference brought by dark hair and pale skin fascinated her. Otherwise, Mr. Holmes would not be so in line with her aesthetics, but the pale lady in front of her looked It looked a little too bleak.

Miss Mary's lips were bloodless, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she came in quietly, and it seemed unreasonable that she was in more pain than the banker had felt this morning.

She didn't seem to notice Sherlock and Gloria, and went straight to Mr. Holder, "You have ordered Arthur to be released, haven't you?"

"No, no, my girl, this matter must be pursued to the end, and it is of great importance." Mr. Holder said bluntly.

Miss Mary with a pale face quickly replied, "But I do believe that he is innocent. You understand that this may be a woman's instinct. I don't think he has done anything wrong. You will regret it if you treat him so harshly. "?

"Then, if he is innocent, why is he silent?"

"Perhaps he was annoyed that you should doubt him so much, and I think it was possible that Lucy heard you in the drawing-room last night about the crown, and that she might have gone out and told it to her lover, and they both plotted to steal the crown."

Looking at the two people who were discussing on their own, Sherlock operated his BlackBerry to send a short message, and then interrupted the two. Under his fluffy black curly hair was a haughty and indifferent face, "I will Start solving the whole case."

Gloria: Hallelujah!Mr. Holmes really perfectly interprets what is called - smart is a new sexy!