[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

when you haveelimiheimpossiblewhateverremainshoweverimprobablemustbetheturth.

When you eliminate the impossible, the rest, however improbable, must be true.

Fairbairan House in South London

The flickering fire in the living room of the great banker Alexander Holder slightly improved the chilly room temperature.

This is a small room that is not very luxurious. There is a gray carpet on the floor. A large cabinet with lifelike three-dimensional rose flowers carved on the corner is placed against the wall. The full-length mirror with a bronze frame reveals the thickness and age.

The black-haired, dark-eyed, pale-faced Miss Mary sat next to the slightly anxious Mr. Holder, and there seemed to be some fear in her eyes.

The black-haired detective with natural curly hair walked up to the large chest of drawers, staring at the lock with deep, cold green eyes.

"What key did you use to open the lock?" Sherlock asked.

Mr. Holder answered hastily, "That's what my son Arthur pointed out—the key to the pantry lock in the pantry."

Gloria, as a detective assistant, cooperated with the inquiry, her sweet and friendly smile was easy to get close to, "Mr. Holder, is it here with you?"

Before Alexander Holder answered, Sherlock had already walked to the dressing table, with an ancient silver key between his pale but beautiful fingers, "I think it's this one."

Mr. Holmes is always quick to act, and in a second he had opened the chest with the key, which once again proved the correctness of his invincibility.

The beautiful velvet box appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes. Compared with the enthusiasm for the jewel crown, Gloria only had the picture of him holding the black velvet box in his pale and slender big hands. The black and white contrast was strong, but it was very beautiful.

Hey, she seems to be able to fall into the beauty of Mr. Holmes anytime and anywhere.

The detective is opening the box and taking out the emerald crown and placing it on the table.

This is a gorgeous piece of jewelry, and the 36 pieces of green jade may be called the most exquisite jade.

But at this time there was a crack on one side of the crown, and three pieces of luxurious green jade were pulled away.

"Mr. Holder," the consulting detective handed him the emerald crown, "this corner is symmetrical with the corner of the missing emerald gem. You can try to break it apart."

The big banker flinched back in alarm, and said loudly, "This is the jewel of England! I dare not even dream of breaking it."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows indifferently, "I tried to break it when I was 20 years old, and this crown that has gone through centuries remains unmoved under the strength of my fingers."

Gloria black line, "...why did you break it?"

The consulting detective had curly black hair on his head, "I'm going to break off some emerald gemstones as gifts for a jerk."

Sherlock glanced at his little girlfriend calmly. Little Douding back then seemed to have completely forgotten that she once sat on his lap and sweetly told her that she liked green jade gems.

Although he suspects that the five-year-old girl can't tell the good from the bad at all.

But who knows which brain circuit is wrong in his super-intelligent brain. After returning to London after the banquet, he came up with the idea of ​​this crown. The jewels on it can be called the most exquisite emerald gemstones.

It's a pity that the little girl he wanted to please couldn't remember the memories of that year at all.

And the panicked and anxious big banker: God!Is the younger brother of this great man of the British government also a thief?

"But I can try again," Sherlock suddenly broke it with all his strength, and the crown was only slightly loose. "I am proficient in fighting and boxing, and my finger strength is much stronger than ordinary people, but it is too difficult to break it at this time." It's a lot of work. It's impossible for an ordinary person to break it open with just two hands."

Gloria nodded in agreement. Although she had curly hair like melted gold, she obviously had nothing to do with brainless stupidity. She said to the detective, "Even if you really broke it, the crown would probably come out." Noise like gunshots. Mr. Holder, if this is happening within a few yards of your bed, there's no way you haven't heard anything."

Sherlock gave Gloria a rare appreciative glance, and then said to Alexander Holder, "I hope you now realize that Arthur Holder is not the thief from last night.

"But those emeralds, Mr. Holmes, where are they? Who was the thief last night?" Holder asked.

Sherlock sat comfortably on the sofa, with his shoulders habitually straight, appearing elegant and restrained, like a most qualified gentleman, a hypocritical smile appeared on his cold-looking face, "I think Miss Mary can help you We answer."

Mary's pale face instantly flushed unhealthily, and she looked very angry, "What are you talking about! Do you suspect that I stole the emerald gem from the crown!"

The extremely intelligent consulting detective didn't bother to refute her, and motioned for Gloria to answer, "Leah, tell this lady your reasoning."

Gloria sipping black tea: "..." What?How Mr. Holmes always forgets that she is only an assistant!

"It's not you, Miss Mary, it's your lover—Sir George Burnwell." Gloria still had a friendly smile on her face, not the slightest difference from before.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, probably only he knows that the little girl who is always good at confusing everyone with her sweet smile is a little villain with no sympathy in her bones.

Mr. Holder was exclaiming, "My Mary? That's impossible!"

"Unfortunately this is the truth," Sherlock said unfortunately, but his tone was as bad as ever with sarcasm, "When you accepted George Burnwell into your home, whether it was you or Your son, I'm afraid he doesn't know his true temperament very well."

Mr. Holmes' bad impression of George Burnwell is not just because he frequently seduces Gloria at the ball. Mr. Holmes skipped grades one after another, leaving his peers behind early and entering Oxford.

"He is probably one of the most dangerous people in England, a down-and-out gambler, a vicious hooligan, without heart or conscience at all." Sherlock fiddled with the emerald crown with his pale fingers, looking at Mary, "I'm afraid you don't like this Man knows nothing, and when he promises you as he has done to hundreds of other women before, you flatter yourself that you are the only one who has touched his heart. This villain knows how to use smooth words to convince Women are used by him, and I think you often have trysts with him at night."

"It must be a misunderstanding! Mary, how could you do such a thing!" Alexander Holder shouted with a pale face.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes changed his sitting posture, his legs crossed leisurely, his deep sea-like green eyes took on a touch of deep gold under the light of the fireplace, "Now, let's review what happened in this house last night. everything of."

"When Mary thinks you have returned to the room, slip down quietly and talk to her lover George Burnwell at the window facing the stable lane." Sherlock didn't care about Mary's pale and miserable look, he operated The blackberry phone called up a few pictures, which were just taken outside the house, "Burnwell's footprints were deeply imprinted through the snow on the ground because of standing for a long time, but the stupid Scotland Yard hasn't turned over here yet. footprint."

Gloria: ...felt sorry for Scotland Yard for a second again.

"Mary told him about the crown, the news ignited Burnwell's evil greed for money, and he apparently made Mary obey his will." German feelings, but there are often such women whose love for their lover overwhelms their affection for all others."

Mary dared not look up at Mr. Holder at all, her face was as pale as paper, but Gloria had no sympathy for her, "I think Miss Mary saw you coming downstairs before she had listened to that bastard's instructions." She had no choice but to hastily close the window to cover it up, and even distracted you with the fact that the young chef was out on a date, so as to facilitate framing others."

Gloria glanced at the consulting detective begging for praise: How is the baby's analysis?Can we open a detective mom-and-pop store?

Seeing the little girl's arrogant and sweet smile, Sherlock felt his palms a little itchy, and wanted to touch her sweet little face, but unfortunately he could only solve this case first, "Let's talk about Arthur Holder."

"Your son Arthur, having broken up with you, went to bed, but he could not sleep because he was disturbed by his gambling debts to the club. In the middle of the night he heard footsteps and got up to visit, and was surprised to see His beloved Mary tiptoed into your living room." Mr. Holmes described the whole process in detail as if he was there personally, "he hurriedly put on a piece of clothing to see what happened, so that he didn't even No shoes on."

Sherlock's voice seemed to be stating the plot of a play, "Then he saw Mary walking out of your living room with the precious crown in her hand. He was probably terrified. No man wants to believe that the woman he admires is a woman." Despicable thief. Then he saw Mary slyly open the window, and pass the crown through the window to someone in the dark."

"Arthur Holder waited until Mary returned to his room before taking action. The poor man did not wish to expose the shameful behavior of his beloved woman." Sherlock was too lazy to comment on Arthur Holder's behavior," he said. Knowing that it would cause you misfortune, he hastened downstairs, still clothed and barefoot, opened the window, and jumped out into the snow, lest he should have seen George W. Sir Burnwell."

"Oh, God!" The big banker couldn't imagine consulting the detective's analysis. If this was the truth, wouldn't he have wronged his only son?

"Arthur caught the bastard, and the two fought in the snow, your boy holding one end of the crown, and his opponent the other. Between the tussle, the crown was snapped by the force of the two fighting , when the crown was already in Arthur's hand, he hurried back, closed the window, went upstairs to your room, and was examining the twisted crown and trying to straighten it, when you appeared on the scene ’” Sherlock’s blackberry phone screen was the messy footprints from the two people, “I knew George Burnwell’s house servant from a homeless informant in London, and he provided me with the Burnwell The footprints of this pair of luxury men's boots are exactly the size of the shoe size, and the footprints of bare feet are naturally Arthur Holder."

Texting the homeless informant as early as he took the photo of the footprints, the Sherlock Holmes detective has eyes all over London.

In the photo, the snow on the ground was trampled in a criss-cross pattern, making it a mess, as if a fight had taken place there.

"Is this really the truth?" Old Mr. Holder's face was pale and gloomy for a moment.

Gloria felt that she had to get some justice for Arthur Holder, after all, she understood this kind of hurt from her parents, "Just when he thought he was worthy of your warmest thanks, you gave him The abuse aroused his rebellious rage, but he still asked to go out for 5 minutes, hoping to return to the snow of the battle to retrieve the three lost green jade for you, but you thought he was trying to escape. He couldn't explain the actual The circumstances did not allow Mary to confess her theft, so the police you called could only be sent to jail."

"Mary! No wonder you fainted with a scream at the sight of that crown," cried Mr. Holder. "Oh, my God! What a blind fool I am! My dear Arthur! Wronged! I wronged him so cruelly and mercilessly!"

Mary was shaking with pain, she didn't even dare to look up at Old Holder, the old man who raised her as his own daughter after her parents died.

"When you rule out the impossible, the rest, no matter how improbable, must be true." The collar of Sherlock's black-gray coat was turned up, and the cheeks carved by knives and axes were restrained and cold.

Now that he knew that his son was wronged, Old Holder began to ask the detective for help in retrieving those lost green jades, "Mr. Holmes, and those three green jades, it is still about my company and that honorable man." the reputation of a great man."

"—The noble man?" Sherlock has always hated power, but this emerald crown...

He operated his BlackBerry to send a text message, and after the other party responded affirmatively, he looked at Old Holder, "The noble man is about to contact you now——I will keep this emerald crown."

"Ding—" the banker's mobile phone rang crazily.

A few minutes later, Old Holder ended the call and obeyed the gentleman's order to hand over the emerald crown to the consulting detective, which meant that he no longer had to worry about it. "Mr. Holmes, do you know that gentleman?"

Sherlock's smile was not very sincere, "I happened to help him solve a few small troubles."

Mr. Holmes held the crown with his pale fingers and looked at his little girlfriend, "—do you like this crown?"

He went on to say, "After I get back those three emerald gemstones, maybe I can give them to you as a gift for six months?"

Old Holder: This is a national treasure that almost discredited him!How can a consulting detective speak as casually as a croissant on a table!

Mary: Damn it!She's going to be put in prison by Scotland Yard for stealing the crown!The consulting detective actually said it as if it was just a dating gift that shouldn't be taken too seriously!It's not even an anniversary gift!It's only been six months!

Gloria: Hey, how does the omnipotent Mr. Holmes know that she likes green jade!

Sherlock: This is probably a 13-year-late gift. Why doesn't Gloria, the bastard, remember that Sherlock Holmes was her first love when she was five years old!

Leaving the old Holder's apartment, Mary has been guarded by Scotland Yard, and the consulting detective is driving the ghost sports car back to London.

Gloria was fiddling with the emerald crown, England's jewel in her hand, "Sir, shall we go find George Burnwell?"

"Prosecution must be avoided to avoid scandal. After all, this is a treasure, and the gentleman in Buckingham Palace took out the mortgage privately. We have to recover the emerald that should now belong to you from George, a cunning villain. Gem." Sherlock apparently forgot that when he just gave the tiara to his little girlfriend, he didn't regard it as a national treasure in the slightest.

The ghost sports car parked outside the high-end residence of George Burnwell, a swinger who almost lost his fortune due to gambling and still struggled to maintain a seemingly luxurious life for the sake of face.

"Ding--"

Gloria followed Sherlock, and when she watched him ring the doorbell, she felt that she was very much like a pretentious young man. She had no choice but to be an idiot with peace of mind by the side of the omnipotent Mr. Holmes.

The exquisitely carved brown door opened from the inside.

"Leah! You came to see me?" George Burnwell could be considered a handsome man, but unfortunately his pretentious and stupid appearance did not meet Gloria's aesthetics at all.

Gloria's attitude of not wanting to talk to him at all satisfied Detective Daying.

George Burnwell was amazed to see Sherlock Holmes, and it was so many years later that he still vividly remembered how the freak always made him laugh, damn it, he was now a well-known consulting detective.

"George Burnwell, bring out the three emeralds you stole yesterday."

Sherlock's expressionless face looks rather beating, but to be honest, his fake smile is even more vicious...

Burnwell refused to admit it, "Sherlock Holmes, you are still such a freak! If you dare to slander me again, I will call the police immediately."

Oh, no, the detective began to show a hypocritical smile on his face, and he described everything that happened last night word by word, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Furious, Burnwell took a golf club from the wall in an attempt to intimidate Sherlock. Unfortunately, today is destined to be his unlucky day.

George Burnwell ready to swing the club.

One-tenth of a second later, Sherlock had already hit his head hard with a beautiful side kick and fell to the ground.

Mr. Detective's posture was handsome and handsome, but he knocked down the opponent with fierce force. Burnwell, who was fierce a few minutes ago, was hugging his head and moaning in pain.

The golf club with which he had just intended to attack Mr. Holmes had been thrown aside.

In contrast, Sherlock's Browning was aimed straight at his head.

Oh, I feel sorry for the criminals facing Sherlock Holmes.

George Burnwell obediently handed over the three emeralds, while Gloria's head was full of Sherlock's beautiful side kicks, the coquettish position and the attractive small figure.

Hey, Mr. Holmes is simply a moving aphrodisiac!