[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another." The battle between these two halves of identity who weare and who we pretend to be, is unwinnable.

"God gave you a face, but you made another for yourself." The true self and the external disguise are fighting each other, and the winner is close.

"Your black tea, Miss." The waiter was a young British gentleman, and the aroma of Kenyan tea mixed with Ceylon tea came leisurely.

Gloria smiled and thanked. The moles on her cheeks looked more playful and delicate on her fair skin, which fascinated many British gentlemen who were used to showing indifference in the restaurant.

Hugh Grosvenor raised his eyebrows, "You have easily captured the hearts of British men, ma'am." In the classical and luxurious golden hall, the young earl's platinum hair is eye-catching, and his ice blue eyes are reflected in the gorgeous chandelier It was breathtaking, and Gloria was also staring at him, and the scene of the two delicate and beautiful young men staring at each other made Sherlock frown.

"Sir, your companion is at another table." Sherlock reminded Hugh Grosvenor expressionlessly, and then turned his head to provoke a perfunctory smile at a young man at the table on the left.

The young Earl seemed to have just remembered that he did not come alone today, "Sorry, I was too excited to see Liya, but to be honest, Liya, in my original expectations, I thought you would give me a hug .”

"Of course, my dear friend." Gloria offered a hug, her soft blond hair spreading over Grosvenor's black suit. "I'm hugging an earl? Gosh, England is such a surprise."

Under Sherlock's displeased gaze, Hugh lowered his arms around Leah's waist, "You must remember to invite me to that Victorian themed ball. If you want, I may be able to provide you with a venue."

"Of course, the Grosvenor family are the richest real estate developers in the UK." Gloria ended the hug under a gaze that sent chills down her spine, "I'll start school in three days, looking forward to meeting you, handsome boy."

Hugh stood up gracefully. He was tall and handsome in a black three-piece suit, and his mature charm beyond his peers was very attractive. It seemed that even the black velvet bow tie on his shirt became shiny, "You must like public school planting In the back garden of nearly a thousand years, those pink roses are as elegant and noble as you, Miss."

He turned to Sherlock, "Please take me to say hello to another Mr. Holmes, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock nodded expressionlessly, then looked at Gloria, "Tell me about the case, do you think the perpetrator is a Russian?"

Gloria was holding the silver teapot and refilling tea for him, "I will be mother." She placed the gold-rimmed bone china teacup in front of Sherlock with her slender fingers before she spoke, "Of course not, this is not Hollywood Movies, Hollywood villains are Russians, and British drama villains are usually American, aren't they?"

Sherlock showed a seemingly appreciative smile, but what he said was not what he meant, "reasoning in line with your IQ."

Gloria doesn't care about someone's contempt, and all the setbacks before capturing love are trivial, "I have a question that needs to be answered——Mr. Holmes, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I'm not interested in doing those boring things." Sherlock looked disgusted.

Gloria was surprised, "So you've never had a girlfriend?"

"I enjoy being carefree."

Gloria rested her chin on her pretty fingers, her gray-blue eyes were deep and charming, "Mr. Holmes, what do you think of me?"

The traditional and classic Ritz Hotel has a resplendent and luxurious style, but those complex crystal chandeliers that shone brightly seemed to be no match for the tiny starlight in her eyes. Sherlock turned his head away from her, "I thought you I admire the young earl very much."

"Are you jealous, sir?" Gloria laughed. "Still shy? With all due respect, your ears are red."

The meal ended with Gloria's laughter, at least she thought it was a good time for the host and guest, and coincidentally, just after the end, Sherlock received a text message from Lestrade - the address of Shailene Ashby.

"Finding the criminal is always blood-fueled." Well, once again the excitement of Consulting Mr. Detective.

Gloria regretted choosing these three-inch stiletto shoes at this time. Her physical activity today can probably save a fitness exercise. God, I hope her ankle will not be broken tonight.

Sherlock can always tell what she's thinking at a glance, "You can choose a pair of flat shoes for yourself in 5 minutes," he handed over his bank card, "Swipe my card."

Although Mr. Holmes's action is so handsome, Leah can only refuse, "To be honest, 5 minutes is not enough for a woman to choose a pair of shoes she loves." She opened her wallet and opened it. Several unlimited black cards are very eye-catching, " And I like to pay for it myself."

The Second Rich Sherlock Holmes: ...I hate rich people.

Gloria was swaying in red-soled shoes, and stopped in front of the ghost sports car, "Sir, high heels are a woman's dignity." She asked expectantly, "Don't you still want to take a sports car? You must know that my threat is still It worked."

Threat?

——"If you refuse, I will sit on your lap and kiss you forcefully."

The words resurfaced in Sherlock's memory again, and he still couldn't make Gloria's dream come true.

Gloria looked at the British man in the co-pilot and felt dissatisfied: "What a troublesome man."

Shailene Ashby also lives in Mayfair. This high-end apartment is located on the top floor, enjoying the magnificent view of Hyde Park and the lush greenery. Gloria suddenly wants to complain to Mr. Holmes: Look, in order to get along with How much beauty I gave up when you lived together.

And the result—Mr. Holmes would probably be pleased to kick her out of 221B Baker Street, she thought.

"Ding—" Someone opened the door shortly after the doorbell rang.

She is a beautiful brown-haired girl. Her eye sockets are red and swollen. She is different from the gold digger girl that people usually think of. .

"—Miss Ashby?" Gloria asked with a smile. It seemed that she had fully adapted to the position of detective assistant.

It may be that Gloria's beautiful appearance has nothing to do with the robbers who broke into the house. Shailene Ashby did not show any resistance, but nodded with some doubts to show that the other party did not find the wrong person.

Not yet defensive?Leah just wanted to say whether this brown-haired beauty is too innocent...

Sherlock was not in the mood to greet her, "Are you Orlovsky's daughter?"

what? !Not a lover?Gloria has a look of WTF, the world is changing too fast, can you follow the routine...

"No, I'm deeply saddened by what happened to Mr. Orlovsky, but I'm just his friend—" Shailene Ashby's retort was interrupted.

"He's your father, it's all obvious." Gloria guessed that obvious was one of the words Mr. Holmes uttered most often, though presumably only God and the devil knew where the obvious was.

"Most of your appearance features are inherited from your mother, but you can still see your kinship with Orlovsky according to the position where the brow bone and maxillary base process connect to the cranium. You are from Melbourne, Australia, a farm girl, and your mother You died a year ago, but you suddenly settled in London four months ago, and now your father who concealed your relationship is dead, and he even came to your apartment before he was killed, and wrote a check for you; Ash Miss Bee, perhaps you would like to be taken to Scotland Yard? Of course, if you don’t want to see the Inspector of the British Empire for the time being, I hope you don’t mind me visiting the study.”

Gloria felt a little sympathetic to this girl. Facing Sherlock's flabbergasting, Shailene panicked, "He just came to visit me. I don't have many friends in London, daddy—yes, O Lowski is my father, I only found out about this a few months ago, and he was very kind to me—”

After a brief search in the study, Sherlock still didn't find the same white paper as Orlovsky. He was not in the mood to hear the poor girl miss her father, "Where's your cat?"

Shailene Ashby was obviously not used to the jumpiness of consulting detectives, she was stunned for a moment and subconsciously replied, "—on the balcony."

Sherlock had already walked towards the balcony with long legs. The milk-colored exotic shorthair cat was lying on the ground and taking a nap, as if he couldn't feel the stranger at all, and Gloria wanted to squat on the ground to tease meow. Stars, but if she did, probably Mr. Detective would blow up--like a cat.

Sherlock's attention is not on this fat cat, he warns Gloria to stay away from this fat cat with his bright eyes, Gloria just wants to roll her eyes, cat-like humans don't like cats so much?Do you know how much you look like a curly black cat?

Sherlock's goal was the fat cat's cat litter. Gloria watched him dig out a toy mouse, two balls of wool and three cat teasers with mint tea before finally finding a book full of cats ravaged by cats. It is an unknown creature with tooth marks and scratches, and the white note in Orlovsky's hand is exactly from this miserable notepad in the hands of Mr. Holmes.

He quickly flipped to the place where there were tear marks, and Gloria took the initiative to reach into his suit pocket and gave him a magnifying glass. Under the sun, the traces of a group of numbers written were faintly visible.

"That empty space turned out to be an oil painting?"

"That location is an oil painting?" Gloria and Sherlock looked at the wall in the living room and asked at the same time. The two looked at each other, and Gloria curled her round red lips.

Shailene Ashby nodded. Although she didn't know why the other party asked, this simple girl still explained in detail, "Daddy gave it to my mother many years ago. I brought it to London. He took away the oil painting at noon today. collection."

"It was Orlovsky who asked you to bring the oil painting to London." Sherlock didn't use a questioning tone.

Ashby was stunned again: "...Yes, daddy said this is their good memory."

Sherlock immediately called Lestrade, "Immediately investigate the rumored oil painting that Orowski is about to auction. I think he has indeed experienced a financial crisis and was on the verge of bankruptcy, and the turning point when everything went smoothly was when he released the rumored auction. After the painting, I need you to confirm this; and get rid of your sloth speed immediately, I want to know where the oil painting is auctioned in 10 minutes." Sherlock did not trust Scotland Yard's efficiency very much, and sent him all over London The eyeliners, the homeless men, send messages to investigate the location of the oil painting auction.

Even Shalin, who grew up on an Australian farm no matter how ignorant she is, finally noticed something strange, she looked to Gloria for help, "Code and oil painting, daddy...Mr. Orlovsky is going to sell that oil painting—— "

Sherlock once again shows that he is a high-functioning sociopath with no empathy, "he only called you to London to solve the financial crisis, and it was for that painting in the first place."

Gloria has always had no resistance to pure and kind beauties, she tried her best to explain, "I guess there is some kind of secret hidden in that painting, and the numbers Mr. Holmes just got can decipher it, and Orlovsky is in financial crisis." At that time, someone important paid a large sum of money for the secret to save your father from bankruptcy."

After the death of her mother, this Australian girl defected to her biological father whom she had never seen for many years. Not only was she used by the other party, but even her father's wife thought she was Orlovsky's young lover-a despicable gold digger girl.

The truth seemed to hit her hard, and the dazed expression on the brown-haired beauty's face felt familiar, and Gloria tried to comfort her, "Good girl, you know that sometimes parents make us miserable, and you just Can try to accept."

As Leah comforted the brunette, unaware of the details about herself, Sherlock's mind floated——

At least two kidnapping incidents, experienced serious psychological problems.

Being exiled by the family, there are emotional traumas from the parents.

Uses both hands, but has nerve damage in the left wrist.

Insecure, drug-induced memory loss.

Drug addiction experience within one year.

The conclusion of the combination of these details - a dark, irascible wretch.But now, perversely, that image has been replaced by a dazzling, glamorous blond stunner.

Sherlock stared at Gloria calmly - the past gave her a face, but she made another one for herself.

——It is so contradictory that people just want to have a thorough insight into everything about her.