[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

It's time to awake from our slumber, and learn the hard truth. That some night mares don't tend to open our eyes.

It's time to wake up from the dream and face this harsh reality.But some nightmares don't end even after waking up.

Lestrade was a French surname, but Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard evidently did not have the slightest bit of French character.

Mr. Inspector, who is 12 years older than Sherlock, has silver hair and healthy wheat-colored skin. Sherlock often complains that he looks like a nut, but Gloria suspects that the consulting detective is purely jealous of Inspector Lestrade. Looks healthier than him.

Lestrade, who is enthusiastic, cheerful, upright and firm, is one of the few people who appreciate Sherlock's talent. Although his status in Scotland Yard is not a very lofty officer, but as the sheriff of the homicide squad, his full sense of justice always shuttles through the Case after case, Inspector Lestrade was always the first to think of Sherlock Holmes when encountering a mystery that Scotland Yard could not solve.

But at this time, he began to doubt whether it was correct to come to Sherlock for case consultation today.

Gloria has changed into a white letter T-shirt and denim cropped pants, and she is wearing a pair of improved lace-up ballet shoes. She looks youthful, interesting and has good taste. She is no longer Lestrade In order to consult the case, the detective rushed up anxiously wearing only a white shirt.

Lestrade watched Sherlock put on his suit jacket with a cold face, suspecting that he seemed to have interrupted something indescribable.

Jesus Christ, hope this high functioning consulting detective doesn't strike him maliciously.

While Gloria was busy in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, ignoring Mr. Ivan inside, and took out the donuts and pineapple pie that Mrs. Hudson had prepared for her last night.

Oh, Mrs. Hudson is the loveliest landlady in all England.

She leaned against the refrigerator and admired Mr. Holmes' charming figure outlined in a Dolce & Gabbana suit. God, he looked so fucking sexy.

Looking at Detective Lestrade who was anxiously preparing to return to the scene, Gloria guessed that they didn't have time to stay at home for breakfast. Although she didn't have the appetite for breakfast today, the omnipotent consulting detective needed to eat to improve his health. The state of the hypotensive demon king.

So Gloria quickly put the donuts and pineapple pies into the food kraft paper bags, and warmed up two cans of sweet milk by the way.

Sherlock frowned watching his little girlfriend from the living room, he hates sweet milk!

Gloria would ignore him. Sweet milk was a godsend compared to the poisonous no-sweetened black coffee.

The blonde girl looked at Lestrade with a small paper bag, "Inspector, some donuts? You haven't had breakfast yet."

She remembered the Scotland Yard inspector as having a fondness for donuts.

This is true, for example, Lestrade is a little tempted now, donuts are like a dreamy enjoyment in the cold and wet London morning.

It's a pity that Sherlock doesn't think so, "If he continues to consume calories like this, sooner or later he will become a fat nut."

Gloria didn't bother to pay attention to him, and gave Lestrade donuts and milk for breakfast with a friendly smile.

The long-divorced British Inspector has not felt the warm care of a woman for many years. Oh, Sherlock is really lucky.

But Mr. Detective may not think so, his expression is arrogant like a big cat fighting for food, "That's my milk!"

"You don't like it anyway." Cat owner Gloria rolled her eyes, put on a biker jacket and walked down the stairs.

Today's driver was replaced by Gloria, because she felt that the detective, who was about to start solving the case again, needed to have a serious breakfast in the car. There was no way, London still needed his rescue.

But Sherlock in the car was trying to stop the way she was driving. This girl was the type to drive fast. He suspected that his little girlfriend had once been a stunt driver.

The road leading to the suburban industrial area in the early morning of the weekend was very empty. Gloria skillfully slowed down and downshifted before entering the corner, let go of the accelerator and turned the steering wheel slightly. The driving wheels of the ghost sports car couldn't catch the ground due to the sudden increase in horsepower, and the rear of the car threw a very amazing arc. Gloria's expression remained unchanged, as if the girl who had just completed a power drift at the corner was not her. .

"Gloria, this is not a New York underground race." The detective had no doubt that his little girl must have participated in that kind of dangerous race. He remembered seeing a few pictures of racing cars when he hacked into her online account. Competition championship trophy.

Gloria looked at him innocently, "Aren't we rushing to the crime scene?"

"Lestrade was left far behind by you, you can drive at normal speed." Sherlock didn't bother to be stopped by Anderson and Donovan, of course he didn't care about these two stupid goldfish saying some offensive words , but he didn't like Gloria being implicated and subjected to embarrassing sarcasm.

Gloria shrugged, took out a bottle of Evian mineral water from the car refrigerator while waiting at the red light, and then handed Sherlock the sweet milk brought from Baker Street, "Well, sir, you can drink yours The milk is hot."

She unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed a few sips of water. The cold touch made her stomach a little irritated, and the feeling of being clenched into a ball was uncomfortable. Well, she regretted giving up the hot milk to Mr. Detective, Gloria the first The self-impressed elf girl who once thought she was a giving type obviously forgot the fact that she didn't want to eat breakfast.

And the dedicated detective was looking at the sweet milk in his hand with dissatisfaction, "If your brain can barely function, you should remember that I have said 73 times that I don't like sweet milk."

"I'll beat you up again." Gloria replied with a sideways glance at him.

Tsundere cat Sherlock: Humph!I just don’t like sweetened milk!

By the time he drank the sweet milk he didn't like, Gloria had already driven a sports car to the scene of the crime in a warehouse in an industrial area outside London.

Gloria didn't like it very much, because it was one such warehouse where she was kidnapped when she was 13 years old.

The dilapidated warehouse was already dilapidated, with rusty iron doors and corroded damage.

It was a Japanese factory before it was abandoned, and there were many beautiful Japanese evening cherry blossoms planted a few feet outside the warehouse. Gloria remembered that there seemed to be a lot of this kind of cherry blossoms in Yorkshire.

The weather in London in April is the season for it to bloom. The small crimson flowers with double petals wither down from time to time, and a bunch of two or three flowers bloom very enthusiastically beside the desolate abandoned warehouse.

She remembered the Japanese students at Westminster College talking about the Japanese aesthetic view of cherry blossoms. They believed that cherry blossoms withered when they were extremely beautiful, which had a great visual impact and hidden pity. of sadness.

The American girl Gloria doesn't have so many brain circuits to hurt the spring and autumn, she simply thinks that this is just a natural law of biology.

However, combined with the aesthetics of the Japanese, and thinking about the corpse in the warehouse, it is rare to feel a little emotional.

Detective Inspector Lestrade was leading the two people in, and the dissatisfied police officers of Scotland Yard had no chance to say any annoying gossip.

There were obvious marks of beatings and kicks on the corpse, and there were some bruises on his face, but he could still see his superior appearance. He could be called handsome and extraordinary, but his expression was a little weird, looking like pain or pleasure.

Detective Inspector Lestrade had already put on a blue gown, took another one and handed it to Gloria, automatically ignoring Sherlock who was wearing an expensive suit.

Somehow, big name consulting detectives never bother to put on stupid gowns anyway.

Gloria didn't accept it as usual this time to thank her, she instinctively didn't want to touch the corpse, "Detective, I'm an ordinary high school student who has nothing to do with forensic medicine or criminal investigation, I think I'm standing Just outside the cordon."

Lestrade: ...Just an ordinary, high school student with nothing to do with forensics or criminal investigation?Who was it that scoffed with Sherlock that Scotland Yard was a goldfish pond?

But the detective remembered the friendly donuts and hot milk for breakfast, and he certainly wasn't going to push Gloria into a job as a detective's assistant.

The busy medical examiner Anderson took the opportunity to roll his eyes, who knows what the weird and cunning little girlfriend is planning.

Gloria thought she would hear Sherlock's refusal answer, but today's lord detective seemed to be very kind. He allowed his little assistant to temporarily stay outside the cordon [-] feet away from the corpse today, because he was very concerned about the victim. There is some speculation about the cause of the person's death.

Gloria stood outside the cordon, feeling the cold April morning in London. She thought of the fireplace that was still burning in the Baker Street apartment. Detectives never knew what cold was. Loria keeps warm.

Gloria laughed. Although Mr. Detective is arrogant and venomous and awkward, the little way of showing love is really charming.

Her love for Mr. Holmes is growing day by day, even the courtship of Lester, who is beautiful at his peak in Interview with the Vampire, will not be shaken. Well, at most, it will be a nympho for a second, after all, Cruise had an unstoppable beauty back then.

Inside the cordon, Inspector Lestrade was explaining the information known to Scotland Yard to Sherlock, "He is William Fred, aged 38, a senior partner of many financial institutions in London, and he is said to be a senior partner in London. There are also golden bachelors who are well-known in the society."

"The people named William are probably rich people who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths." Forensic doctor Anderson shrugged and took the syringes from the evidence team. These collected syringes and medicine bottles were left at the scene when the corpse was found.

Sherlock squatted next to William Fred's body, his body was already rigid, showing a somewhat strange posture, Sherlock's fingers wearing medical latex gloves inspected his wounds, the wounds caused by these beatings were obviously not fatal.

"The servant in his family said that William Fred received a mysterious phone call from an unknown person last night, asking Fred to meet at a certain address. But the strange thing is that such a call is similar to a harassing call, However, Fred agreed to the meeting request. You must know that he has always been strict, and this behavior is unreasonable, unless there is something important in the call that makes him make this decision." Inspector Lestrade explained the progress of Scotland Yard, "Telephone It was called from a roadside phone booth and we are trying to locate the caller."

Sherlock rolled up the sleeves of William Fred's shirt to his upper arm, exposing the countless needle holes in his veins to the air, and he frowned, "What are those leftover potion bottles?"

"Large doses of high-concentration heroin, cocaine, amphetamines, three traditional drugs, and some statin drugs, and—" Anderson was interrupted by Sherlock who stood up before he could finish speaking.

His habitual indifference, his deep voice without any emotional ups and downs, hinted at anger, "and biturate preparations, a stimulant that is mixed with heroin and amphetamines to greatly increase the risk of danger."

"——how do you know?" Anderson looked carefully at the records of the evidence team, and found that it was exactly the same as what Sherlock Holmes said.

The dark-haired and blue-eyed detective did not answer the forensic doctor. He looked at the blonde girl thirty feet away. She was standing under a Japanese evening cherry tree. The crimson cherry blossoms were falling like snowflakes, flying around the girl. Early morning The gentle breeze rolled up the petals with mist, and her fairy beauty seemed like an unreal dream.

But Sherlock's mind sees William Fred's arm full of needles, and William Fred turns into 13-year-old Gloria in an instant.

——In the dilapidated warehouse, her arms were covered with bruises and pinholes, and the exposed skin was full of marks of beatings. Her expression was calm and quiet, as if she had died.

"Gloria—" Sherlock murmured.

Gloria seemed to be able to hear his call from thirty feet away, with a sweet smile on her charming little face, her long golden curly hair shining like molten gold, and the moles on her cheeks hidden by her sweet smile. In the dimples, sweet and seductive.

But after only a few seconds, her expression suddenly froze, and she felt her head weightless and dizzy.

"Gloria!" he cried suddenly.

Sherlock sprinted towards her, only to see the blond girl lay flat on the ground with her eyes closed.

Those crimson cherry blossoms were still swirling in the air and falling down on her body.

And Gloria looked quiet, as if she had died.