[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

221B Baker Street, London

In a way, the world has not treated Sherlock Holmes kindly.

This British man, who claims to be a consulting detective by profession, has a sharp mind and a superior IQ. He can see into every detail, and his knowledge is so rich that it is doubtful whether he belongs to the same species as him.

He has solved many difficult and obscure cases over the years, but he is often called a high-functioning antisocial personality because of his unique personality, aloofness, aversion to power, and incompatibility with people who are not good at communicating with reality.

There are even quite a few people who think that sooner or later he will become a criminal out of boredom and commit crimes himself, just to satisfy his obsession with criminal cases.

Many people, including Scotland Yard's medical examiner Anderson and Constable Donovan, thought so, even though Sherlock's unparalleled intelligence helped them solve so many complicated cases.

Gloria leaned against the wall covered with vine wallpaper, staring blankly at Mr. Detective sitting by the fireplace in the living room.

The blonde girl was only wearing a white shirt that barely covered her thighs, revealing her slender and charming long legs, which shone with a creamy luster.

And this white shirt naturally comes from Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock seemed to be sorting out his randomly stacked files. Judging from the neat stacks of documents on the floor, he had obviously been busy for quite a while.How amazing that Sherlock Holmes would one day have something to do with the word "tidy up".

Gloria thought seriously, why is this man so energetic?

She remembered that the two had quarreled until the early morning last night, and when it was over, she was so tired that she was about to pass out. Even now, she was still tired and weak, but Mr. Holmes woke up early and sorted out the files for several hours?

Sherlock's white shirt was wrapped in a burgundy silk nightgown, showing his pale complexion even more. He was flipping through a folder, looking through the unsolved cases of Scotland Yard in the past years, with his exclusive nutrient solution on hand— -black coffee.

Gloria walked up to him barefoot, and Sherlock was frowning because the girl was wearing only a white shirt. The weather in London was still cold, but his little girlfriend apparently started to implement the missing lower body clothing policy again .

Mr. Detective will probably teach her a lesson again, although the elf girl who only wears his shirt is so sexy that no one can refuse her.

But what preceded Mr. Holmes's reprimand was the little girl's kiss. Gloria stood before him, with one knee on the sofa between the detective's legs, her arms round his neck, her fair fingers entwined. Looking at the black hair on the back of his head, it is full of ambiguity and seduction.

This posture made Sherlock need to raise his head slightly to see her expression clearly, so Gloria took advantage of the opportunity to press a kiss on his lips, the soft touch was delicate and sweet, and her whole body was like cotton candy.

Sherlock was forced to lean back on the sofa, and Gloria was almost squeezed into his arms, her long golden curly hair was spread over him, as beautiful as a dream.

The subwoofer of the consulting detective blared in her ear, "Gloria, if you were to freeze to death on the street one day because you were thinly dressed, I would never help you."

"Lie." The elf girl's small face was buried in his neck, her voice was muffled, and there was a kind of sweetness soaked in a honey pot.

Sherlock is always helpless in the face of her, there is no way, there is nothing in this world that she can't solve by acting like a baby.

The detective could only hold the file in his hand and put on a serious expression, with a sullen expression on his face, "I'm sorting out the past cases, Gloria."

Not only did the little girl in her arms not let go of him, she even hugged his waist even tighter, her small face rubbed against the socket of his collarbone, "Your collarbone is too attractive, I can't get up."

"I won't affect you, sir." The girl's sweet breath lingered around him, and her voice was aggrieved and cute.

"Your existence will affect me, you always distract me." Sherlock answered in a harsh tone that was similar to love words, saying rejection on his mouth, but hugging her tightly with his arms.

Gloria: Hey, Mr. Holmes is so charming as hell.

The blonde girl changed her position, leaning her back against Sherlock's chest, nestling in his arms like a little girl. Gloria looked at the file in front of her. Many sorted files had been tied into small boxes with brown tape. Bundle to prevent the loss of those trivial files.

"The Case of the Vanberry Wine Merchant...The Adventures of an Old Russian Woman...The Curious Case of the Aluminum Cane...The Case of the Lame Rickert and His Hateful Wife..." Gloria looked at the spine markings of each file, and said to the detective. Ask, "Is this the notebook of a case you once solved?"

The elf girl who was curious about the case focused all her attention on the file, but she didn't realize that the white shirt button on her body was broken again. Sherlock helped her fasten the third button of the shirt, "It's nothing new. case."

Gloria had no doubt that the uncommon cases he was talking about had made Scotland Yard difficult to deal with. She stretched her fingers and grabbed a file from a little distance away. The worn paper could tell its age.

"Mysterious case with missing pages?" Gloria looked curiously at the mark on the spine of the file. "Is this the case that happened in Los Angeles in 1947?"

After she opened it, she realized that it was not. It seemed to be a copycat crime that happened in London 20 years ago.

"It's an unsolved case," Sherlock explained to the little girlfriend in his arms, and covered her with the nightgown he just took off, "This case is exactly the same as the case that happened in Los Angeles in 1947. The murder method is very cruel. —the body was cut in two from the waist, and the slain Elizabeth Turner was hung upside down while alive, and was subjected to various abuses.”

Gloria couldn't bear to look at the photos of the scene in the dossier, "...the murderer has not been found yet?"

"The murderer sent an address book of the deceased to Scotland Yard after the fact. The police investigated everyone in it, but to no avail. It was not until the end that the stupid Scotland Yard discovered that a page in the address book had been torn out. Go." Sherlock took the file, "It's been a long time, and the clues are not clear. Based on the photos of the footprints at the scene, I roughly infer that he is six feet tall, weighs about 170 pounds, and may not have been 20 years old when he committed the murder."

Gloria was surprised, "Under 20?"

Consulting detectives turned to the one with the photo of the criminal’s footprints, “This is a limited-edition sneaker released by the third generation of Jordan in London in 1987. The main target consumers are teenagers aged 19 to [-]. The gait distance and walking style are also closer to those of teenagers."

"Youth?" Gloria couldn't imagine that such a brutal killing method was carried out by a teenager.

Sherlock was noncommittal, his voice was indifferent and impersonal, "Many serial killers with antisocial personality commit crimes for the first time in their teens, and their parents, friends, schoolmates, and even strangers may become their first test subjects. These criminals often become obsessed with the act of murder, and it's out of control."

Gloria leaned against his chest and felt the warm breath. She touched her pointed ears, "I can barely survive to adulthood. I really have to thank too many people for their kindness."

Sherlock touched her fingers, still a little cold to the touch, her limbs were always so cold, it seemed that no matter how deeply he hugged her, she couldn't warm her weak body damaged by bad childhood experiences.

"I also found some clues, but because of the age, I can't accurately find the perpetrator," Sherlock looked at the tragic corpse in the dossier photo, "For example, based on the position and angle of the wound he left on the deceased, it can be judged that He doesn't have a dominant hand like most people, but he uses both hands flexibly."

Gloria flipped through the file and tried to conclude, "The criminal method of the case is extremely brutal, and he has a misogynistic and anti-social personality, but I think he is very good at disguising in daily communication. People who share their hands flexibly are usually smart. He is in the crowd. Cheerful talkative, full of personality charm.

Sherlock agrees with her conjecture, "Maybe there is even a beautiful skin. The deceased Elizabeth Turner was just an adult when she encountered misfortune, and she was at the age when she was keen on handsome boys on campus."

"The background may be good." Gloria pointed to the footprints on the photo. "This is a limited edition basketball shoe released by the third generation of Jordan. The price is expensive. He can buy it at the beginning of the market, which is enough to show that the economy is good. It's a pity. Scotland Yard didn't find out that it was a limited-edition pair of boots, or that alone might have given us a clue."

"A few years ago, I visited several Nike brand stores that sold these sneakers. Unfortunately, there were no surveillance images and purchase records. After too many years, the store staff's memories of the buyers have long since passed along the Thames. Where." The detective ended the case discussion flatly.

But the little girlfriend in his arms spoke sincerely, as if with inexplicable trust and pride, "You will catch him. As long as this criminal is still alive, Sherlock Holmes will definitely solve the case."

Sherlock: ...He will not admit that he is elated just because of a word from the little girl.

Compared with those Andersons who think he is a high-functioning sociopath who will sooner or later become a criminal because of boredom, Gloria's confidence in Sherlock Holmes is unreasonable, stubborn and sincere, with a kind of indomitable courage.

At this time, the little girl in Mr. Detective's arms began to flip through the next set of files, "A suicide case pretending to be a murder?"

Gloria looked at the endless case records in the file, and wanted to say that those who disguised their suicide as murder really had a strange brain circuit. From poisoning to cutting their wrists, from hanging to shooting themselves, the reasons were different. Some were for the purpose of defrauding insurance money, some were for framing others, and there were actually two people who were simply idle and wanted to find something for the police to do.

...felt sorry for the stupid goldfish of Scotland Yard.

The detective looked at her looking through the Illinois police's disguised murder cases, "This policeman committed suicide in fear of crimes for years of embezzlement, theft, money laundering and other reasons, but in order to gain a good reputation after death, he carefully arranged the homicide, intending to cover up his crimes .”

"His years of experience as a police officer have given him extensive experience simulating crime scenes, and he left carefully placed police equipment at the suicide scene, including pepper spray, a baton and his glasses, in an attempt to confuse investigators and first responders into I believe this is a homicide." Sherlock's speech speed has always been against the sky when explaining the case, "The ballistic test found that the two bullets he was shot were shot at close range. He first fired a shot at the bulletproof vest, and then lifted the He took out a bullet-proof vest and fired a fatal second shot into the heart, and the gunpowder burn marks on his hands could also be interpreted as the result of shooting with the perpetrator, so he really deceived the original Investigators were even treated by the police station to lower the flag at half-staff."

"Shot in the heart?" Gloria looked at him curiously, "Wouldn't the angle of the shooting reveal that it was suicide?"

Sherlock took the file in her hand and put it back on the table, "It is precisely because of this that this stupid policeman was found to have committed suicide in fear of crime, but as for the shooting of suicide in disguise, if you go through strict calculations, you can indeed find several real ones. shooting angle."

Gloria felt that Mr. Holmes, who was wearing black natural curly hair in front of him, was truly omnipotent.

"—Where's your Browning?" Gloria looked at Mr. Detective adoringly, her blue eyes were as clear as glass beads, "Sir, can I try?"

"No."

Sherlock subconsciously refused. He didn't want to see the murder tool aimed at her, even if it was a case simulation.

"Please, sir~" Gloria nudged into his arms, just like she did when she was five years old, with elf-like pointed ears in the middle of her long blond curly hair, and her angelic little face Acting coquettishly.

So Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the great detective, took out the British Browning from his trousers pocket inexplicably, but he had already taken out all the bullets before handing it to her.

Gloria changed her posture and sat on his lap to face him, holding the cold black imperial Browning with her creamy, white and soft slender fingers. The huge contrast between the femininity and the metal gun was indescribable. Seductive, contradictory and provocative.

She pointed Browning at her heart, and tried to change the angle a few times, but she still felt that the real thing couldn't be mistaken. Gloria asked Mr. Detective for help, "Help me, sir."

Sherlock frowned, look, the damn little bastard is seducing him again.

He held back her hand with pale fingers to find the shooting angle that could disguise the murder, and then saw her little girlfriend looking at him adoringly, "Sir, you are a genius."

Consulting the detective was about to let go, but Gloria shoved Browning into his hand, but the barrel of the black gun was still pointed at her heart. She seemed to have a lot of questions today, "Can you help me answer the questions I have been asking for a long time?" One curious thing? If someone held a gun to my heart, how would I minimize the damage."

After two unfortunate encounters, she did have a bit of persecution paranoia, especially in the past few years, she always liked to think wildly.

"Gloria—" Sherlock didn't like that assumption very much.

The blonde girl was helpless, "It's just a problem. None of us can be sure that this will not happen. After all, this is an environment where killers are everywhere and perverts are as many as dogs."

Mr. Detective reluctantly explained to Gloria how to rely on fighting skills to avoid the vital parts as much as possible when someone pointed a gun at the heart. It may be difficult to avoid completely, but to some extent the damage can be transferred to the The left arm can even precisely avoid the humerus of the upper arm, causing only muscle trauma and minimizing damage.

So Miss Rockefeller's blue eyes became brighter, hey, Mr. Holmes is simply omnipotent!Human boutique!

She took Browning back and held it in her hand, her white fingertips slowly stroking the black barrel, with an indescribable hint.

Sherlock suddenly felt his throat dry, this cunning little villain!

But it's a pity.

This morning at 221B Baker Street, a familiar intruder ushered in. Inspector Lestrade's loud voice came from downstairs——

"Sherlock! This case needs your help!"

Gloria: ...Damn London criminals!

Sherlock: Stupid goldfish from Scotland Yard!