[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Forwelose not only by death, but also by leaving and bei, bygingainggo and moving on.

What makes us lose what we have is not only death, but also parting and leaving, as well as change, giving up and moving forward.

Lestrade is an upright homicide sergeant with a strong sense of justice. Among the police officers in Scotland Yard who use Sherlock as a hound to solve the case, rely on the natural ability of consulting detectives and treat him with contempt, only Ray Inspector Strade is one of the few who appreciates Sherlock's talent.

Even though his status in Scotland Yard is not very high, but for the truth of the case, he broke the rules for Holmes.

But this time, it's not a small problem of Sherlock conflicting with the police because of his incompatible personality, or not following the rules.

He was charged with abetting the murder, as evidenced by surveillance video.

But Lestrade's palm still opened the door of the interrogation room.

Because he is often busy at the crime scene, his skin has a healthy wheat color, and the posture of opening the door is more powerful.

The Scotland Yard Homicide Inspector, as usual, was a little nanny-like to the wayward genius detective, babbling, "Sherlock, after we get Leah back, you have to explain what's going on with this video. "

Sherlock's face was still a little pale, and he walked out of the interrogation room with long legs, his collar turned up cold and wise, "Lestrade, drive your police car to the Ritz Hotel, I need to locate Leah on the way .”

So the police officers of the homicide squad could only follow their leader to leave the police station again, and their leader followed Sherlock obediently. The ghost knows what kind of potion this freak gave the detective. Maybe he is good at blackmail. magic?

The Scotland Yard police car is not even considered comfortable, and the cramped co-pilot hardly has any place for Sherlock's long legs. The normally picky and mean detective doesn't care at all at this moment, and is using his BlackBerry to inquire about today's Ritz Hotel. Room reservation records.

Aldrich Rockefeller - Room [-].

In the backseat, Officer Donovan sat side by side with a new police officer. Neither of them had a good impression of consulting the detective, but at this time the detective's little girlfriend was in danger, so they didn't make their usual sarcasm .

Sherlock has no energy to pay attention to this for the time being. He is calling the person in charge of the Ritz Hotel who once asked him to solve a little trouble. The long wait for no answer made his eyes even colder.

The head of the Ritz boarded a flight to France 5 minutes ago, and God doesn't seem to be on Sherlock Holmes' side today.

Ding--"

There was a text message from an MI[-] agent.

——"The worst news, we were caught by a group of unknown people, and Miss Rockefeller disappeared near the golden hall."

Sherlock didn't say a word, he had no time to waste on these unskilled agents, Gloria still needed his rescue.

Inspector Lestrade in the driver's seat asked, "Sherlock?"

The black-haired British man's eyes sank, and he started to operate the BlackBerry again. After 20 seconds, the surveillance video of the gorgeous corridor of the Ritz Hotel appeared on the screen.

It was a pair of men and women with excellent appearance. The blond man seemed to be hugging him enthusiastically from behind, with a sincere and friendly expression.

But Sherlock saw his slightly bent right arm, as if he was holding something against Gloria's back. The second he exerted a little force, the blonde girl straightened subconsciously, as if there was a huge danger behind her.

——"It's a Beretta 92F made in Italy."

He concluded from the flash of the image that the damned cold gun was right behind his little girlfriend.

Shylock's ruthless and evil look is terrifying, and he must let this Mr. Aldrich Rockefeller taste the feeling of being shot by British Browning.

At this time, the figures of Gloria and Aldrich disappeared from the screen.

Surveillance video was truncated.

Sherlock had no doubt that it was the work of the famous consulting criminal, just tens of seconds after he hacked into the surveillance system of the Ritz Hotel.

Then his phone rang.

"Ibless the day I found you

thank god for letting me meet you

Iwanna stay around you

i want to stay with you

Now and forever

from now to forever

Letitbeme

make me that lucky"

It was Gloria's voice.

Sherlock doesn't even know when she recorded the song and secretly set it as his ringtone.

There is a gentle and sad look in his eyes. Is there any more heart-wrenching voice in this world than the confession of your unexpected lover?

He pressed the answer button, and it was a voice processed by a voice changer, "Good evening, Mr. Holmes."

"When will the Napoleon of the criminal world want to embarrass a little girl with great fanfare." Sherlock's voice was low and cold, as if the gorgeous texture of the most expensive cello in the world.

Moriarty on the other side of the phone is sitting on the blue velvet chair in the luxury suite of the Ritz Hotel. The lifelike and exquisite cherry wood carvings further reflect his gorgeous and elegant temperament, as if he is holding a scepter and wearing a gorgeous crown. On the throne, waiting for the kneeling and admiration of the subjects.

Obviously not very delicate and beautiful facial features, but his unique temperament is faintly bewitching.

And he was staring at Gloria across the wall with this expression at this time, through a round hole in the wall.

And Gloria, who was confronting Aldridge, probably didn't know anything about it. Who would have thought that in the portrait of Queen Victoria's coronation on the wall, the Queen's beautiful blue eyes were actually a mirror for people to monitor, oh, yes , the other side is still a hidden pinhole camera.

Moriarty seemed to be obsessed with watching for a long time before remembering the consulting detective on the phone, "Sorry, your little girlfriend is really charming in a red dress, her white collarbone seems to be shining with a creamy luster, God, She is really a stunner who can soften a man's bones, no wonder it can make you stumbling, making it even more boring to look forward and backward."

"The battle in the Rockefeller family has nothing to do with you. As Napoleon of London's underground world, your behavior towards a young girl is too despicable." Sherlock ignored the ambiguous teasing of Gloria in his words with a black face.

"No, no, no," Moriarty argued, "I obviously expected to end her life to blow your arrogance, which is not a good thing for you, to eliminate this weakness named Gloria, you Only then can we continue to be invincible, and London will finally have some fun."

There was light in Sherlock's eyes, "Expected?"

"Yes, I changed my mind later," Professor Moriarty said with malice in his voice, "I was looking forward to replacing that tattoo with my name."

The seductive picture seemed to appear in front of his eyes, the beautiful blond girl was lying asleep on the easy chair, and the shirt was unbuttoned by him, revealing a large piece of white and delicate skin.

The tattoo on her chest and ribs that faintly exposed in her underwear was still red, but it seemed even more taboo.

A beautiful, delicate, and vulnerable little girl.

Moriarty admired, "You are really lucky."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes coldly, "It seems that you are always expecting things that will never be yours."

"You're really confident, how about we do a test?" Moriarty suggested enthusiastically.

—"See if our alluring little girl chooses you, great consulting detective; or her great future?"

After only one tenth of a second, Moriarty hung up the phone, and at the same time, Sherlock's mobile phone email received a real-time video link.

This appears to have been filmed by a hidden camera.

In the picture, the luxurious suite of the Ritz Hotel is extremely luxurious. The neoclassical decoration is gorgeous and retro. There are lifelike and exquisite paintings on the high vaulted ceiling, and the gorgeous fireplace is dancing, as if some kind of danger is brewing. .

The handsome blond-haired man was smiling, his beautiful blue eyes were like the most beautiful emeralds, and the expression on his face seemed to be pampering his wayward and ignorant little sister.

Aldridge raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Leah, do you know how much I liked you?"

No one would dislike the exquisite, beautiful and imposing little Rockefeller princess back then, even if he was an illegitimate child who could only hide in the dark.

"Like to find a Middle Eastern killer from a terrorist organization to kill me?" Gloria's voice was brisk, as casual as discussing coffee and some sugar with him.

"Who would have thought that group of people would be so crazy, by the way, I heard that our sister is now standing with you?" The blond young man laughed, "Theresa knew about the kidnapping back then, the ridiculous thing is that you now To have a crush on her sister who plays the Rockefellers every day."

He leaned closer, "Who do you think wants you to live? Even your noble mother, she just needs a brand-name bag to show off."

Gloria was sitting on a large and comfortable sofa, her back was straightened naturally, her posture was elegant and charming.The beautiful fingers on the red skirt seemed to be whiter than snow, "I won't delay your thinking about this matter."

"Oh? Could it be that omnipotent consulting detective?" Aldridge was wearing a slim black three-piece suit, revealing a delicate white shirt and black vest.

Gloria smiled sweetly, "I'm afraid I don't need to explain my relationship life with my boyfriend."

"You've always been so proud and arrogant," Aldridge held the swarthy gun in his hand and fiddled with it, "You should learn to behave yourself."

Gloria seemed unmoved, she still leaned gracefully on the back of the chair, tapping the back of her hand with her white fingers, as if wandering in the garden freely.

Aldrich suddenly approached her, with a handsome and charming smile on his face, "Aren't you wondering why I spared your life? If I killed you then, you wouldn't have the chance to grab all the chips today, forcing me to We can get to this deadly situation."

"I'm not a psychopath, how could I guess what you're thinking?" Gloria rolled her eyes.

Aldrich was almost touching her, and he smiled happily, "Compared to taking your life, appreciating that you are forced to rely on me is more fulfilling. Is there anything in this world that is less than controlling the once mighty Rockefeller?" A princess is more satisfying?"

"But that period has long passed," Gloria said bluntly, "you are only venting your personal anger now, and it will do you no good to hurt me. If I die now, Mr. Holmes will definitely prove that you are the murderer. The Rockefellers will never Will let you inherit the family business."

The blond man smiled, "It's impossible for me to have a happy ending if you're alive."

Blonde hair and blue eyes is an appearance equivalent to a fool in the eyes of Americans, and the expression on Aldridge's face at this time has nothing to do with silly white sweetness. His smile is weird and evil, and his eyes are flashing with malice.

"Why don't we make a small decision?" He raised the corners of his lips and looked at Gloria with interest.

Gloria put her left hand on her stomach, still feeling some obvious discomfort, "It is estimated that neither option will be very beneficial to me."

Aldrich shook his head, "Why? You are my favorite babygirl."

He looked at the exquisite portrait of Queen Victoria on the wall, and his voice was as lyrical as an opera aria.

"Your famous boyfriend has probably been detained as a suspect at this time, why don't you call Scotland Yard now and testify that Sherlock Holmes abetted the murder of William Fred." Inform the London detectives that he was also responsible for the sodium benzoate that put you in a coma."

"Or we have a live broadcast all over London. My new partner and I can't wait to see the defiant consulting detective ruined." Of course, Aldrich will not forget that it was the big detective who made his powerful Russian oligarch supporters imprisoned. Into the highest prison in St. Petersburg.

"And you can safely leave this suite, stand on the stage of the charity dinner, and restore the honor and credibility of your heir to the Rockefeller family."

The handsome blond man smiled indulgently, but his voice strangely confided in another choice, which was very concise.

With the cold black barrel against her heart—

"Or embed a bullet in here."

Aldridge has lost all support, and he obviously no longer cares about winning the inheritance right now, all this is just to make her suffer.

However, the choice he made seemed to confirm Holmes' lofty status in Gloria's heart.

He must have poured his brains into the salt water of the Gold Coast while surfing. Who in this world can compare with tens of billions of dollars. If the kidnappers asked for this huge amount of ransom when she was kidnapped, Mr. Rockefeller would definitely let them Torn tickets directly.

Money and power can bring her an unexpected life, and at the same time slap a loud slap in the face of those who abandoned her.

And Sherlock Holmes is just a consulting detective with a strong personality, self-confidence, withdrawn, and aversion to power. He usually interacts with people like a child and is incompatible with reality.

No one really took him to heart, even though his wise brain could see every detail in an instant, people could only sigh because of his extensive knowledge and strong knowledge.

But Scotland Yard, which relied on his wisdom and brain to solve cases and struggled to maintain his face, called him a freak; those who sought his advice to solve their own troubles thought he was mean and weird.

Why should she sacrifice, as long as she followed the crowd and pushed all the misfortunes to Sherlock Holmes, wouldn't it be enough?

Isn't this the easiest choice?

No, she can't.

Since the crimes in London need to be saved by Mr. Holmes, it is better to let her be the protector of Mr. Detective.

The blond man looked at Gloria pitifully, as if the girl with delicate makeup in front of him was a miserable little mouse.

Gloria didn't say a word, and suddenly a bewitching smile appeared on her face, and the blue sea in her eyes was pushing away the waves.

Her long silence seemed to have made a crazy choice for herself.

Sometimes, it's not what you say that matters, it's what you don't.

Sometimes it's not what you say that counts but what you keep silent.