[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Darkness scares us. We yearn for the for of light as it provides shape and form allowing us to define what's before us. But what is it we' reafraid of, really Not the darkness itself, but the truth we know within.

Darkness is frightening.The light is so desirable, and there is nowhere to hide the shape and shape, which can be recognized by people.Explain what's in front of you.But where does the real fear come from?Not the darkness itself, but the secrets hidden within.

The night fog in London filled again. Looking out through the windows of the King's College Hospital ward, the classical city at dusk was solemn and heavy.

"You emerge from all things

fill my soul

you are like my soul

A Dreaming Butterfly"

The part-time music player detective is being forced to read "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" to Gloria because she passed out and left her mobile phone in an outskirts warehouse.

Thank goodness it's no longer some unscrupulous smut, though Pablo Neruda did write the shit.

Gloria retreated slightly from Sherlock's arms. The not-so-large hospital bed was obviously crowded for two people. The two slender legs of the consulting detective were forced to stretch out to the end of the bed, just to leave her with more room. space.

But his posture seemed uncomfortable, Gloria looked at her Detective, and suddenly wanted to lean in and kiss him.

And she did.

"Bo——" There was a crisp and pleasant sound, and the soft lips quickly touched and then separated.

Sherlock's eyes lingered on her face, "I'm assuming you didn't want to do something too extreme in the hospital ward by kissing me."

"I'm a sick man, sir." Gloria shrugged her nose and made a face at him. "You are no longer the first virgin of the British Empire whose ears turned red when I kissed you."

Sherlock sat up from the hospital bed and pulled out the needle that was about to end from the back of her hand. The detective, a part-time nurse, moved gently and quickly. When Gloria reacted, he had already applied medical tape to stop the bleeding.

Gloria looked at his series of movements and was a little nympho. During the movement of the British man, Dolce & Gabbana's coquettish black suit outlined his smooth shoulders and back lines, and the charming inverted triangle was full of masculine charm.

All in all - Sherlock Holmes is as beautiful as a painting.

Especially his seductive waistline, how could this be a 33-year-old man, where did this inexplicable juvenile feeling come from?

A sense of crisis suddenly emerged in Gloria's heart. She raised her pretty face and warned, "Sir, if someone strikes up a conversation with you like I did back then, you must stay away from them!"

"Who is always causing trouble outside?" Mr. Detective seemed to be ready to turn over old scores.

The blond girl silently withdrew her body and returned to the hospital bed to lie flat, her eyes closed as if she was about to fall asleep.

She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that it was just seven o'clock in the afternoon in London.

Sherlock pulled out a hypocritical smile, "Gloria, don't you want me to accompany you to sleep?"

Then let you turn over old accounts and ask for the list of ex-boyfriends?

Gloria looked at him pitifully with blue eyes as clear as glass beads, "Sir, that was all before we met, and I really won't tell you their social security numbers, because you will hang them up." The blacklist of the most wanted in European countries."

"Oh? They?" Sherlock gritted his teeth.

Gloria silently covered herself with the quilt, and said in an aggrieved and well-behaved voice, "Headache, sir."

Sherlock thinks that his little girlfriend should be cast in a Disney movie. She looks like the innocent little mermaid now, although she is as cunning as the witch Ursula.

Gloria did feel drowsiness. After all, the toxins in her body have not been completely metabolized, which will inevitably affect her energy. She supported her eyes with difficulty, "Sir, you can continue to solve the case in the morning after I fall asleep."

Sherlock frowned, "You think I'm in the mood to leave you alone in the hospital?"

"But there are obviously many MI[-] agents hovering outside the door." Gloria said frankly.

These people are naturally under the fat British government.

The detective was dissatisfied, "How many MI[-] agents are more important than me?"

Gloria: ... Is Mr. Holmes fighting for favor?

"Of course not," Goldilocks reassured Sherlock before he blew his hair, "There's no one like you."

She continued, "We have no clues about my accidental ingestion of sodium benzoate, but the case of William Fred is clearly related to the kidnapping case that year. This is an opportunity that is close at hand."

Of course Sherlock knew she was telling the truth, but somehow he didn't want the girl out of his sight.

Gloria is still trying to convince him, "There are countless British ace agents outside the door, and I'm probably the safest person in the world right now," she said in a devout voice with adoring love, "Sir, I I hope you can help me find those people, and only you can."

The black curly-haired man seemed expressionless, but there was a hint of compromise in his eyes. He touched Gloria's pointed ears with his pale fingers, and his gorgeous and deep voice was like slipping on the strings of a cello, "Stay in the hospital obediently, wait me back."

Gloria nodded obediently, expressing her love sweetly, "I have been waiting for you all my life."

Sherlock bent his fingers and tapped her forehead, "Speak human."

Gloria: Huh!Tsundere!

After consulting the detective, she seemed to be about to fall asleep, and then she used her blackberry to send a text message to Inspector Lestrade. The Scotland Yard Inspector, who has a strong sense of justice, is being overwhelmed by this case.

Sherlock watched his little girlfriend fall asleep with her eyes closed. He put on a black windbreaker and walked out of the hospital. The cold night wind blew up the hem of the windbreaker, making the detective's figure even taller and taller.

King's College Hospital was not far from William Fred's residence, and Scotland Yard agents were rummaging for clues when Sherlock arrived.

The face of the man who made the mysterious phone call from the phone booth is not very clear in the surveillance cameras, but his appearance can be vaguely recognized. Scotland Yard is comparing the faces of all people with criminal records in London, but so far nothing has been gained.

So they could only continue to try their luck at William Fred's apartment, to see if they could find a possible connection between the two.

Lestrade saw Sherlock approaching quickly, he had already learned that the blonde girl had accidentally ingested the poisonous drug, "How is Gloria?"

"It's out of danger, otherwise I wouldn't be here anyway." Sherlock seemed to be making no secret of Gloria's importance to him.

Inspector Lestrade, who has been divorced for a long time and exudes the fragrance of a single dog, didn't bother to pay attention to his seemingly affectionate words just now, and took out a small white iPhone from his coat pocket. This is the mobile phone Gloria left in the suburbs of London "There were a number of calls, most of which seemed to be from Gloria's mother, and Anderson answered the phone in the afternoon to inform the other party that Gloria had passed out in the morning and was taken to the hospital."

Sherlock frowned, he didn't have a good impression of Mrs. Rockefeller, in fact, the whole family disgusted him.

He clicked on the latest text message from 10 minutes ago——

"Gloria, have the Scotland Yard police officers returned your mobile phone? I hope you are still healthy. I have located your flamboyant sports car parked in the parking lot of King's University Hospital. I will arrive in 10 minutes to visit you." illness."

How could this Mrs. Rockefeller suddenly appear in London?

Sherlock has no position to reject Mrs. Rockefeller's mother-daughter drama for Gloria, but he still sent a text message to the trump card agent outside the ward of his little girlfriend. Even if it is Gloria's biological mother, he will not relax alert.

But the detective didn't like the helpless act of sending other people to protect her from harm at this time.

This damn case!

Constable Donovan was looking through the albums of William Fred when he was young. "This golden bachelor must have been popular in his teens. Blonde hair and blue eyes. He was more than six feet tall and was the most popular among high school girls."

But Sherlock suddenly took the photo album from her, and the black female police officer who always disliked him had an ugly expression on her face, "Freak, did you use that ridiculous deductive method to deduce something?"

"The shoes on his feet are the limited-edition Jordan third generation sneakers released in London in 1987." Sherlock said, pointing to the photo of William Freddie on the basketball court as a teenager in the album.

Inspector Lestrade was puzzled, "Limited edition sneakers? William Fred's family is well off, and such consumption is nothing to him."

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to him, and quickly flipped through the photo album, taking out photos from it and putting them on the table from time to time. Detective Lestrade guessed that he must have found a clue, and asked quickly, "Sherlock?"

Consulting detectives found at least six photographs of William Fred playing basketball. It is already evident that he does not have the habitual handedness of ordinary people, but uses his left and right hands flexibly, which makes his brain develop more comprehensively. Smart, just like William Fred, he is cheerful and talkative in the crowd, and has great personality.

"Hands are flexible, and the height is more than six feet. According to the photos, it is estimated that the weight in youth was about 170 pounds. At the same time, he was wearing the limited edition blue sneakers released by the third generation of Jordan in London in 1987." Sherlock said to himself very fast. , while still keeping the photo album on the table, he put his pale fingers on his temples, "—where is the torn-off address book?"

Lestrade asked, "Address book? What address book?

"The page of the address book he tore off!" Sherlock kindly replied to the stupid Scotland Yard, although his tone was not very good, "The missing page mystery happened in early 1988! William Fred was the one who killed Elizabeth T. Na's criminals!"

Scotland Yard goldfish pond exclaimed: "My God!"

Inspector Lestrade was the first to recover from the shock, "You mean the one he tore up before sending it to Scotland Yard? That was the evidence that indirectly proved his crime, and it should have been destroyed long ago. .”

"If it was just to destroy the evidence, why did he send the address book back 20 years ago instead of throwing it into the fireplace and burning it completely," Sherlock observed the best position in the room, "he mocked Scotland For fun, that address book 20 years ago caused you to fall into a stupid and hopeless investigation. This is his pleasure. The torn address book must be kept by him, and he can always watch it in a very obvious place .”

He suddenly stopped in front of the velvet sofa, glanced sharply at the opposite wall, and calmly concluded, "——it's that painting."

At this time, at the King's University Hospital, Mrs. Rockefeller passed the ace agent of MI[-], and entered the ward with a proud and elegant posture.

Gloria frowned, "Good evening, Mrs. Rockefeller."

"Gloria, your boyfriend with a ridiculous profession is really powerful. I thought I would be stopped outside the ward." Mrs. Rockefeller has exquisite makeup, and her appearance is similar to Gloria's. Arrogant, but understandable, Mrs. Rockefeller, who was born in the Walker family, there are few people in this world who are worthy of her bow.

Gloria had an elegant and decent smile on her face, "I was poisoned and sent to the hospital a few hours ago. Mr. Holmes was only thinking about my safety."

"Don't you want to know the reason why you fell into a coma due to poisoning?" Mrs. Rockefeller raised her eyebrows lightly, with a kind of complacency, she never underestimated the vengeance of the sole heir.

Gloria's expression was exaggerated, as if she didn't care, "Could it be your belated Easter gift? Oh, God, this is really precious."

"Gloria!" Mrs. Rockefeller was once again irritated by her youngest daughter.

The blonde girl had a perfunctory expression, "Okay, okay, otherwise, who are you talking about?"

Mrs. Rockefeller has a kind of impetuous arrogance in her expression. Her negative emotions have always been vented in front of Gloria, and she is always the perfect presentation of an elegant lady in front of everyone. "Tonight the Ritz Hotel is holding a Charity dinner, at which the Rockefeller Foundation will publicly announce that it will invest 20 billion US dollars to assist cancer research."

Gloria subconsciously frowned and relaxed, "Wow, what a great deal."

"This is your father's whim decision in the early morning." Mrs. Rockefeller spoke of her husband in a flat tone.

Gloria leaned on the hospital bed, "I'm afraid Aldridge will complete a perfect speech."

"Of course it will be a wonderful dinner, but it's a pity that the protagonist is not the illegitimate child. Your prodigal father finally figured out who is worth entrusting." Mrs. Rockefeller, who is over fifty years old, has a little blond hair, but her eyes are shining. Certain active brilliance.

——"Gloria, show up at the Ritz Hotel before nine o'clock, and you will become the heir of the Rockefeller family again."

And the 20 billion US dollars of charity is the stepping stone for Gloria to return to the top wealth heir, which greatly improves her credibility.

There was no surprised expression on the blonde girl's face. She already held a lot of bargaining chips. Sooner or later, she would regain the right of inheritance, instead of looking at Mrs. Rockefeller's haughty expression as a handout, "The kidnappers are still at large, Being the heir to the family only exposes me to more danger."

"Honey, what's the danger?" She had a sarcastic expression, as if she was looking at a fool.

Gloria didn't bother to argue with her, "I'm afraid you forgot that I'm currently lying in the hospital because of poisoning."

"I started to inform you about the dinner at eight o'clock in the morning, but when the call was connected, I was told that it was a Scotland Yard police officer who found the phone after you passed out. I flew to London immediately and found you His whereabouts were almost completely concealed, if it wasn't for the positioning of the ghost sports car, you might have missed today's dinner."

"What are you implying?" Gloria said indifferently.

Mrs. Rockefeller crossed her arms, "That British man is conceited and withdrawn, with a strong desire for control. You should have guessed that he would not allow you to return to New York to inherit the family business."

——"Sherlock Holmes is the one who put you in a coma."