[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Continuing to dream in memory, it is better to wait for heaven in hell

Dreaming in theme moryi is not as good as waiting for the paradise in the hell

"Magnifying glass, Leah," repeated Sherlock, twirling two white hairs from the hem of Orlovski's trousers.

Gloria had no choice but to walk briskly back to him on three-inch high heels, put her right hand into Sherlock's black suit jacket, and took the opportunity to touch her chest muscles before taking out a black magnifying glass.

Under the magnifying glass, it can be clearly seen that there are dark stains on the corner of the note and the checkbook. "The food has a salty smell and contains malt extract."

Gloria grabbed his wrist and brought her nose close to the note so she wouldn't admit she was taking advantage of it. "Smells like vitamin cream for cats."

She explained to Sherlock, "My close friend has a Siamese cat, and I helped her take care of it, and the German nutrition cream that the cat likes smells like this."

"It seems that you are very sensitive to smells, Leah." Sherlock seldom uttered words similar to compliments. He put the note into his suit pocket and glanced at the artificially written date on the cover of the brand new checkbook. A page was torn off. It seems that Mr. Orlowski has a lot of expenses today. Sherlock said to Lestrade, "Go to the Orlowsky mansion to investigate."

Orlovsky also lives in Mayfair. Although the oil tycoon has suffered a large loss of wealth in recent years, and there are even rumors that he sold his collection of oil paintings to compensate for debts, he is almost living in poverty. The latest million-pound sports car proves all the rumors are unfounded.Not to mention this luxurious villa, which is not only amazing in size, but also designed by the top British designer Kelly Rowland. Before Orlovsky bought it, this private house was the ultimate in luxury. The mansion has frequently appeared in high-end fashion magazines, and Gloria also had the idea of ​​asking Kelly Rowland to design her London residence. Unfortunately, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what the next one will taste like. There will be no need for a designer for a while.

Sherlock did not find the same paper as the white note in Orlovsky's villa. Inspector Lestrade dug out some used check books with various dates on the cover. Nothing was gained, Gloria and everyone in Scotland Yard were sitting in the living room at this time.

Mrs. Orlovsky's eyes were red and swollen, and Sherlock had little sympathy to comfort her, "Who is allergic to animal fur?"

"—is my youngest son," said Mrs. Orlovsky with a puzzled expression, "how did you know—"

"That doesn't matter," Sherlock didn't seem to bother to explain, "Orlovsky met his lover today and wrote a check for her."

Gloria who followed Holmes the whole time: What?When did this happen?lover?Cheque?

Constable Donovan asked the confusion for the others in the room, "Allergic to animal fur? And what about lovers and checks?"

Gloria has some black lines. Are Officer Donovan not sabotaging Sherlock's investigation?

Sherlock frowned, "It's all obvious."

"Hell it's obvious!" It was the despised Officer Donovan.

"Leah, explain." Mr. Holmes issued an order impatiently.

Gloria: Is there something wrong?She is obviously a shallow and ignorant blonde bitch character!What the hell is asking her to reason?

"...probably because of the rugs... I've seen the original design in a magazine before the Orlovskis moved in, and the current layout is mostly kept, but all the leather rugs and animal hair decorations are put away Yes, and I saw some anti-allergy medicine in a bedroom just now." Gloria was ready to meet Sherlock's poisonous tongue, but the other party did not make any sarcastic remarks, and of course the words were not very pleasant, "Through some Simple indoor common sense can infer the original indoor placement."

Simple - common sense indoors?Gloria suddenly wanted to satirize him: What happened to your apartment?Is it normal indoor common sense to put human heads in the refrigerator?

Of course, as a fan girl, she would not embarrass her sweetheart in public, "Yes, sir, not everyone is as extraordinary as you."

Everyone at Scotland Yard: Is she mocking our stupidity?The blond girl brought by Sherlock is really not a good person!

Sherlock: "...you haven't finished talking, go on."

What to continue?Praise him?Under Sherlock's threatening gaze, Gloria remembered that she had to continue explaining lovers and checks, "The white note in the inside pocket of Mr. Orlovsky's suit was stained with the food of the cat, and there was also a white note on the hem of his trousers. Animal hair, looks like it's from a shorthair cat, his family is allergic to animal fur, obviously the cat wasn't home bred, but it's a location that Mr. Orlovsky is relaxed enough to be familiar with, so maybe the The cat belongs to his lover; and the cheque, I'm sorry, I'm a little thirsty, but it's time for Mr Holmes to explain to us."

Sherlock frowned at her, and Gloria put on an expression of lazy cooperation, then he looked at Anderson, "Shut up!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"You're thinking, stupid bothering me." Sherlock grew more impatient, "Orlovsky's obsessive-compulsive disorder made him record the date of first use in the checkbook, and the one found on him The date is today, the check book that has been torn off a page is also stained with a certain cat's food, and according to the imprint of notes left by the blank check on the second page, he wrote a check for his lover worth a lot of money. It's obvious."

"No! That woman, Shailene Ashby, must have been pestering him shamelessly!" Mrs. Orlovsky was furious.

"Lestrade, find out about Shailene Ashby." Of course Sherlock could investigate on his own, but that would probably make Scotland Yard even more useless, even though it was true.

Gloria followed Sherlock out of the villa, "You're lying to her, we can't prove that the giver of the check is his lover, maybe he did write the check at Shailene Ashby's house, But who knows who he is for?"

"But now you know the existence of Shailene Ashby," Sherlock said with a look of embarrassment. "People don't take the initiative to tell the truth, but they always like to refute."

"...Remember to remind me not to try to deceive you, I don't want to experience the feeling of humiliating myself." Gloria showed a scared expression.

Sherlock approached her, aggressive green eyes, "—you're trying to trick me?"

Gloria took two steps back, "Am I crazy?!" Then the dog-legged man returned to his side, "Mr. Holmes, I am your number one fan girl. Are you going to debut? How many do I know?" Hollywood bigwig, maybe—no, definitely, you will definitely become the man who takes the world by storm, I have come up with a slogan for you—wisdom is the new trend of sexiness!"

Sherlock: "... speak human language."

"I'm hungry."

Gloria looks pitifully, "I worked so hard to make a sandwich and you brought me to the murder scene before I even took a bite, and now it's dinner time." Check out Shailene Ash at ineffective Scotland Yard Before comparing the information, she was going to fill her stomach first.

The world-famous London Ritz Hotel overlooks Green Park. This stunning neoclassical building is extremely luxurious. Its classic afternoon tea and exquisite British dishes are well-known, but it is equal to it. If you want to eat in this hotel Meals are usually weeks in the queue, and Gloria is looking at the beautiful artwork on the walls of the restaurant and waiting for the handsome wait staff to serve her food.

"Does the person in charge of the Ritz Hotel hold anything in your hands?" Gloria did not forget the hospitality of the person in charge when she faced Sherlock 5 minutes ago.

"It can also be said," Sherlock sipped black tea, with beautiful pale fingers, "I helped him with a small case three years ago."

"Small case? I'm afraid—"

"Leah—" came a slightly familiar moving voice.

Gloria looked at the source of the voice, "Hugh? I thought you should rest in the hospital. Where did your bandage go?"

The honest and noble-looking handsome boy sat gracefully on the left side of Leah, "It was a minor injury, and the coma was only caused by inhaling the medicine. After the police bandaged me, they wanted me to wear that stupid blanket."

"Ah-ha, it turns out that both Scotland Yard and the FBI have a stupid blanket. I couldn't refuse it at the time. I really can't figure out what it is useful for. It can give me instant comfort?" Gloria seems to have discussed it with Reid. As a result, Dr. Xiao failed to provide any good reasons for this question.

Sherlock frowned calmly, and couldn't refuse at that time?

Hugh Grosvenor looked concerned, "Leah, it's nice to see you again."

Gloria was puzzled by the nostalgia in the boy's tone. Are they familiar?But Grosvenor did give her an inexplicable sense of familiarity a few times: "—I knew you before? I mean before that ball. Of course, if you can, please explain the reason for your presence, I Except that the salon shop is a chance encounter, whether it is in Washington or now, your appearance is not a coincidence, and in fact we don't know each other."

The noble boy frowned, with a serious and confused expression: "You don't remember me?" He didn't think the common experience of the two of them was something that could be easily forgotten.

In the face of the teenager's familiar behavior, she can only explain some of the past, "Sorry, I had an accident when I was 12 years old, and my memory before that was confused and part of it was missing."

"Accident?" Sherlock frowned.

Gloria briefly explained, "A kidnapping, a large dose of statins, and some other drugs—" She stopped suddenly: "You are the comatose boy?!" Gloria With a pale expression, some pictures flashed through her mind in a hurry, and the noble boy in front of her was another victim in that kidnapping case.

Hugh was still in shock, "I have been looking for you since I was rescued, but New York is not a stage where the British can use their means. At the same time, the Rockefeller family tried their best to conceal all your information. Until a week ago, your student status information appeared on Weibo. Westminster College archives, and I chose to fly to Washington that day."

"Looking for... me? Sorry, I can only think of a few fragments about you—" Gloria couldn't figure out why the other party was looking for her. A hapless companion didn't seem worthy of such treatment.

"Leah, you helped me stay safe during that kidnapping." The young Earl said sincerely.

Gloria faced the other person but couldn't talk about the past, "Sorry... my memory of that day is limited," she tried to liven up the atmosphere, "but I don't have any follow-up questions now, but I hope you don't blame this goddamn malfunctioning memory. Knowing that I have forgotten my first love when I was five years old, I heard that I wooed a 20-year-old boy at my uncle's banquet and decided that the other party was my first love."

Hugh decided not to mention any past events to remind her of the unpleasant past, so he smiled and cooperated, "God, that guy deserves more sympathy!"

"According to my brother Odd, Mr. First Love is also British." Gloria looked suspiciously at Sherlock who was silent and thoughtful, "Mr.? What are you thinking?"