[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Nomanorwomanwhotriestopursueanidealinhisorherownwayiswithoutenemies.

Anyone who pursues his ideals in his own way makes enemies.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade quickly parked the car on the side of the road and trotted over, "You guys are driving too fast!" The inspector of Scotland Yard absolutely didn't want to admit that he was overtaken by the other party when he passed the York Palace. The blonde girl even gave him a vicious wink from the driver's seat, and then she flipped the rear end of the car cleanly, which made him deeply dissatisfied - the British Empire should have raised the standard of supplies for Scotland Yard long ago!

"It's all for the British government, Inspector." Gloria's expression was cute and sincere, and it would be more convincing if she ignored the fact that she was an American.

She looked at Sherlock with a friendly smile, "What can I do for you, Boss?"

"Follow me, Miss Assistant." Sherlock glanced at his new assistant—sexy and stylish black suspender dress, three-inch stilettos, and a pretty face that could be easily forgiven even if she was stupid and shallow. Nothing like a detective assistant.

Lia opened her arms to him, "Am I pretty?"

Sherlock, who was walking behind Lestrade, replied, "You are 17 years old, and women's kidney function begins to decline gradually after the age of 25. The hair is no longer shiny, feels dry, and falls more than before. Similarly, Human collagen begins to lose gradually after the age of 25, leading to skin aging—”

"—So I'm going to live to be only 25 years old, sir, I won't let go unless you shut up." Sherlock was covered by the blonde girl in front of her, and there was a scent of pine mixed with her wrist A touch of musk, a cold sense of abstinence and distance make people think about it, but the addition of civet fragrance brings a vague sense of seduction.

The inspector looked at this pair of beautiful young people, are they here to investigate the case or to talk about love?And you said you weren't a girlfriend?Hmph, is it great to have a girlfriend?Lestrade shook his head angrily, crossed the cordon and went straight to the scene of the incident.

Under Lia's dissatisfied gaze, Sherlock raised his lips and chuckled, "If you want Inspector Lestrade to know that you don't carry an international driver's license—"

Gloria let go of her hand resentfully, with a pitiful voice, "I just hope to hear a compliment from the person I like. Not only did it fail, but I also got another threat."

"You—" Sherlock was interrupted.

The brown-haired Officer Donovan obviously didn't get on well with him. "Hello, freak."

"Inspector Lestrade asked me to understand the case." Sherlock Holmes resumed his usual indifferent expression.

Sally Donovan: "Using your tricks—wait a minute, who is she?" she asked, as if she had just noticed Gloria's presence.

"My assistant, Miss Rockefeller." Sherlock's answer was very brief, and he had already raised the cordon and led Gloria to the scene of the crime.

Officer Donovan looked very unfriendly, "The assistant who cheated with you? You don't look like any professional. Anderson, here comes the freak."

Oh, it seems that there is more than one person who is unfriendly, forensic doctor Anderson said in a harsh and provocative tone, "This is a crime scene, don't let me ruin it, understand?"

"I understand very well." Sherlock's haughty and calm voice obviously aroused Anderson's dissatisfaction even more. "Also——you brought a blonde girl to the crime scene, why? Consult the detective and start trying your love life?"

Sherlock frowned, his stern pale face had a calm aggressiveness, but before he opened his mouth to spray poison, Gloria's white arm suddenly wrapped around his, and the blonde's round red lips slightly curved into a smile Sweet, "Mr. forensic doctor, I suggest you remember to wash yourself before seeing your wife."

Anderson didn't understand, so, "What?"

"perfume scent."

Glory smiled harmlessly to humans and animals, "Your wife must be a loyal follower of pink charm, so that you can also be stained with the white musk base note brought by long-term use."

"I'm afraid that has nothing to do with you. With all due respect, your current behavior is exactly the same as that of your employer." Obviously, Anderson still did not forget to provoke Sherlock, but the black-haired man remained silent, but the corner of his mouth seemed to have provoked a smile.

Leah really wanted to sigh—ahem, Mr. Holmes' arms are really strong!But before she can enjoy Mr. Holmes' beautiful body, she should deal with this provocative guy first!

"What's interesting is another perfume smell, which is so strong that you can't ignore it." Leah blinked, "Morgan brand's latest sweet heavenly women, the scent of primrose and phalaenopsis is really warm and open. What do you say ?Officer Donovan? By the way, I prefer the base of the fragrance, which has a languid sexy vibe, like—"

The blond elf girl with pointed ears smiled brightly, "—the pleasure of cheating."

Sherlock smiled very sincerely this time, the green eyes that are as vast and colorful as stars are so beautiful, Leah leaned closer to his ear, "Can I barely be your assistant?" Well, she has completely forgotten that she was forced to become a detective assistant , This is really a beauty.

Sherlock suddenly grabbed her wrist, ignoring the silent police officer and forensic doctor, and walked towards the scene of the crime. His cold and dry palm was pale and strong, which made Gloria feel a strange emotion, as if something was lit, um —Fireworks in full bloom?

The voice of the British man came: "I didn't find enough obvious information at all, your mind is simply full of garbage."

"It's all about you in my mind!"

Sherlock: "..."

11 Bruton Street has a proud history like many high-end stores in Mayfair. This men's salon, founded in 1875, targets British gentlemen and royal family members. There are more than a dozen retro luxury shops in the salon. The washbasin stands against the wall, and the colorful glass bottles are placed neatly and orderly on it. The fresh smell of witch hazel aftershave in the air makes people feel extra pleasant—if you ignore the isolated picture The words of the corpse of a Russian tycoon on a ruby ​​red leather chair.

Detective Inspector Lestrade was questioning Harry the barber. When he saw Sherlock come in, he handed over the questioning to the young police officer on the side. He walked over quickly and asked, "Why are you so slow?"

"Your men don't get along well with me." Sherlock said, handing the blue gown to Leah, "Put it on."

Gloria looked at Inspector Daying, who was putting on a blue isolation suit, and his cohabitant in a straight suit, and was about to ask—is she really going to touch the corpse?She appears to be a high school student with no connection to forensics and suffering from anxiety.

Anderson suddenly appeared, "Inspector, this is a crime scene, is it too arbitrary to let this young man in?"

"She's with me—" Sherlock's voice was interrupted by Leah, and the blonde girl smiled, "I'm really not good at corpses, but I have good social skills, maybe I can do some inquiry work for you, such as that A young man who has not been asked?" She was talking about a young man with platinum hair a few meters away.

Detective Inspector Lestrade hesitated, "That is the Earl of Grosvenor, and he insisted that he will not be questioned until the lawyer arrives."

"Typical high society style, don't expose yourself to any unnecessary trouble." Officer Donovan, who failed to interrogate, was obviously dissatisfied.

Gloria looked at the platinum-blonde hair, but it became more and more familiar, and then she noticed that the young man turned his chair gracefully, and his handsome face was smiling wryly at her, "Leah, I didn't expect to see you here, I Thought the next meeting would be at Westminster."

It's the Draco Malfoy who didn't have a misaligned hairline and turned into a jerk—wait, what's his name?Arthur, Auston or—

"Hugh, are you all right?" Then she looked at Inspector Lestrade. "It looks like we won't have to wait for a lawyer."

Gloria's gray-blue eyes stared at Sherlock pitifully-"Please, sir, I don't want to touch the corpse just yet." Especially when compared to the other choice, which was a handsome and beautiful young man.

"Only this time." Sherlock invited her to be an assistant at the beginning largely in the hope that the cohabitant would get out of trouble and move out of 221B Baker Street by himself, but now—maybe beautiful things are always tempting.

As Gloria approached the young Earl of Grosvenor, Mr. Holmes had already begun to observe the body on the ruby ​​leather chair. Orlovsky had just begun to freeze, and he could still see the relaxed posture before the death. The sharp cut on the neck covered by the white towel and no other injuries allowed the suspect to leave the scene without disturbing anyone after killing him.

He took out a white note with half of its content in Orlovsky's hand. He seemed to hold it tightly, and the number recorded on the white note with part of its content was more speculative, maybe it was a phone call Number?Or some kind of password?

Gloria looked at Hugh Grosvenor. Although he had attended her farewell ball, the two didn't seem to know that the other would answer her questions. Why don't they get closer first?

"I didn't expect that there would be an earl at my ball. My dear, you should have told me in advance that I had wanted to hold a Victorian themed ball for a long time." What Gloria said was true, the ball was always her favorite like.

This young man's temperament is really elegant and extraordinary. Even at the scene of a murder, he still has the old-fashioned aristocratic accent that has been in the upper class for a long time. Hugh Bing's blue eyes are charming, "Isn't it more suitable to hold it in London? Of course, I have to wait for it first Heal your wounds."

Gloria laughed at his pitiful expression, "Dude, I hope you remember the bitch who hurt you, or I wouldn't invite you."

"Caucasian, blue eyes, big nose, stronger and taller than Londoners, I was cut into an arm by him and inhaled the medicine and fell into a short-term coma." Xio glanced at Holmes, who was surrounded by Scotland Yard police officers, "Your friends are very interesting, the FBI in Washington, and now Mr. Consulting Inspector in London."

Gloria never forgets to express her affection for Mr. Holmes, "This is my roommate, I like him very much, very much."

Sherlock, who was taking out the checkbook from the pocket of Orlovsky's suit, frowned after hearing the voice of his cohabitant, while Anderson began to discuss the case, "Olovsky broke with Putin and went into exile in the UK, and has been A wanted target in Russia, this must be a political assassination from Moscow."

"Anderson, shut up, the IQ of the whole street has been lowered by you." Sherlock looked at the note in his hand and said to Gloria, "Leah, give me the magnifying glass."

"where?"

"In my coat pocket."

Gloria: "..."