[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Theminute people fell in love, they become comeliars

People fall in love and fall into liars

On the top floor of a skyscraper in the central point of London's West End, a romantic and passionate masquerade is going on in the gorgeous viewing hall of Herringham Private Club.

The radiant crystal ceiling dazzles people's eyes, and the early signs of the financial crisis caused by the credit problems of mainstream banks in London obviously have no effect here. Even more exciting fun—and now there's a red-haired man in a Zorro mask walking in front of her.

Gloria gently held the lace mask on her face, "Sir, your hairline is really nice."

Red-haired man: "...maybe it's because I eat asparagus a lot." Asparagus is known to be rich in alkaline substances that promote hair growth.

"It seems that I want to recommend my boyfriend to eat more asparagus. The hair loss gene of British men is simply irresistible." Gloria took a sip of soda water.

The red-haired man wondered, "Do you have a boyfriend?" He thought that Hugh was the young girl's suitor, otherwise his earl friend would not have learned that he was attending the ball after he had to go to Spain to take care of business in place of his father tonight At that time, he was specially asked to escort the girl.

"Prospective boyfriend, I'm trying to pursue him." Leah smiled sweetly, "Are you wearing a couple ring to strike up a girl at a masquerade ball?"

The red-haired man explained with a bitter face, "I'm Hugh's friend, Henry Wales."

When Gloria was preparing to come to the ball, she happened to receive an invitation from Hugh Grosvenor to visit Barcelona. Under the threatening gaze of Mr. Holmes, she could only refuse and told him that she would attend the Herringham Club masquerade.

It seemed that the red-haired man wearing Zoro's mask in front of her was Mr. Knight whom Grosvenor had found for her, and it happened that she was going to do some bad things here today.

"He's such a nice, caring friend," laughs Leah, who's wearing bright red lipstick and a black floral-embroidered Valentino gown that's perfect.

Gloria is standing by the window, looking at the incomparable view of London from afar, the modern and modern mansions, Canary Wharf, the calm and magnificent ancient Thames, Hyde Park and the magnificent arched structure of the new Wembley Stadium. Take a panoramic view, and the classical and luxurious exquisite buildings are dazzling, and the dialogue of Shakespeare's "Charles II" played by the club is heard in the ear——

"The birthplace of a hero,

this little world,

This jewel set in the silver sea,

Desperately coveted by Xiaoxiao people,

This blessed land,

this kingdom,

this England,

All mine. "

Henry saw her smile, “Do you like Shakespeare?”

"Who doesn't like Shakespeare," Leah joked. "A blond fool from America should only like popmusic?"

Henry raised his eyebrows, "People usually don't want others to be too perfect. What I mean is that you are already so beautiful, and it's really infuriating and unfair to have self-cultivation."

"I don't have much self-cultivation. I appreciate Charles II, the Merry King, more than Shakespeare." Gloria explained why she smiled after hearing Shakespeare's dialogue just now.

Henry Wales was a good people, "a shrewd and lazy politician, charming and lewd, with at least fourteen illegitimate children by assorted mistresses, I don't think he's usually the object of a woman's admiration."

"Maybe I yearn for such a life." Leah shrugged.

"Then I really love your prospective boyfriend." Henry smiled and invited her joyfully, "Maybe you would like to dance with me, this playful lady?"

Leah walked to the center of the ball with him, put her fingers on his shoulders politely, "Are you sure no one in this club takes photos privately? I don't want to be published in the Sun newspaper tomorrow morning."

Henry froze and smiled wryly, "You made me think that this Zorro mask was very successful." Although the girl didn't show any aggressiveness, she wasn't serious and sincere either.

"Do you think people won't recognize you if you don't wear a crown?" Gloria teased. A black curly-haired man in a gay purple shirt and a handsome suit appeared one meter away from her with a dance partner. Gloria He whispered close to Henry, "It's time to exchange partners, little prince."

Harry lowered his voice, "I think you only like Charles II because he's also a good liar."

Of course, he got no reply.

Because Gloria has already turned around and jumped into the arms of the man with black natural curly hair, "Sir, I caught you~"

"Just 10 minutes apart from you makes my days feel like years."

Sherlock: "... speak human language."

Sherlock put his arm around the blonde girl's waist, leading her to turn around and twirl freely and gracefully. Gloria swore that Mr. Holmes must be her perfect partner——hmm, his arms are so strong, and he dances so charmingly .

The music became ambiguous, and the two were very close, looking like a pair of sweet lovers, Sherlock rarely shared information with others, "The oil painting is in the second room on the far right, and it will be completed in 30 minutes. Auction, and Borisvic is bound to get it."

"Another oligarch," Gloria whispered close to him, "It really doesn't follow the rules. It seems that the big villain this time is really a Russian. This is not a Hollywood movie." Unlike the government breakup, Borisevich is one of the few oligarchs who have maintained a honeymoon period with the establishment and have not yet faced criminal charges.

Sherlock turned his head deliberately not to look at her round lips, "You're just angry because your reasoning was wrong."

"You don't know what I'll do when I'm really angry." With the tip of her tongue pressed, her tone was ambiguous and seductive, watching Sherlock's red ears suddenly pull him to the right room, which is specially prepared for the guests at the dance party Yes, there are always people who are prone to passion and passion, aren't they?

And Prince Harry, who is being entangled by the red-haired dance partner in the center of the ball: Hugh, the girl you like is pulling a man to open a room. ∑(Д)

Gloria slammed the door and turned to look at Sherlock, "Compared to climbing in from other rooms without protection from the 33rd floor, isn't it safer for a passionate young couple to enter here by mistake?"

It only took Sherlock a few tenths of a second to find out the oil painting that belonged to Orlovsky in the room. Gloria skillfully reached into his suit pocket again, took out the magnifying glass and handed it over to observe the statue of the Virgin Mary, "Will Like Da Vinci? With numbers and letters in the eyes?" Like in the painting of the Mona Lisa smiling.

Sherlock squinted at her as if looking at a fool, and held her fingers to feel the thickness of the oil painting, "It's just a simple double-layer content, a layer of portrait on top of Orlovsky's hidden secret."

Well, for the sake of holding hands, I don't care about your contemptuous eyes, Gloria True Love Girl Rockefeller thinks so.

“Now what to do? An image scanner is needed to see what’s hidden, but there’s no way we could steal a 4-foot-long oil painting quietly while dozens of bodyguards are staring at us, and Boris Vicky is worth 200 billion In dollars, he is no match for financial resources at the auction.”

"Then take advantage of the chaos and leave."

"Take advantage of the chaos?" Outside the door is a group of singing and dancing.

Sherlock held up the news on his mobile phone in front of her eyes. The picture of Prince Harry having a good conversation with his red-haired dance partner and the suspected kissing picture was on the headlines. In the sneak shot, he clicked on the latest message he received, "My eyeliner said—— —Countless media reporters are swarming in, and the celebrities outside the door who brought their lovers to the private club are probably leaving anxiously at this moment.”

Gloria: ... What is the fate of Prince Harry, it is not good to go to the prom party, the marijuana incident, underage drinking, the Nazi uniform incident, and now it is suspected of cheating and messing...

Sherlock unscrewed the door, and a dozen strong bodyguards gathered in the ball to evacuate the crowd, and Leah and Sherlock were standing in the blind spot of their vision, so Mr. Oil painting, one hand dragging her through a strange corridor and entering the elevator.

Gloria swears that the long corridor just now is not the one she entered. She guesses that it may be the internal route of the club, but she is not going to ask how Sherlock found out, because the other party will probably reward her with another look of "you idiot" To continue with the last sentence - your mind is full of garbage, this requires only the most basic observation and deductive reasoning.

"In your head—"

"I'm really thinking about you!" Gloria interrupted him.

Sherlock: "..." I really want to strangle her.

The elevator leads directly to the underground parking lot. Gloria drove a ghost sports car out of the Central Point skyscraper. She glanced at the reporters and media gathered outside the luxurious revolving door on the first floor in the rearview mirror, and asked Sherlock, "Who is that red-haired girl?" Your eyeliner?"

Sherlock denies, "I just revealed to her that the big redhead is a prince."

Blonde big... well, Harry, who is nearly six feet four inches tall, with the crazy highland red is a bit...

"Oh, poor Harry." Leah sighed sympathetically.

Sherlock frowned, "He has been with his girlfriend for more than four years, but he approached girls at the ball." Of course the girl he said meant Gloria.

Gloria explained, "He was brought by Hugh to escort me, and in fact he really played this role—" She suddenly stopped and looked at Sherlock: "—Are you jealous?"

Sherlock: "...none."

"It would be more persuasive if your ears were not red, Mr. Holmes." It is pure love to say that your ears are red all the time.

Sherlock fiddled with the BlackBerry for a few minutes, and when the two of them arrived at Scotland Yard and were about to get off the car, he said, "The gossip about the big, red-haired idiot has been resolved."

"You did it?" Gloria was surprised. The omnipotent Mr. Holmes really made her blood spurt.

Sherlock opened the door and got out of the car, picked up the oil painting, and threatened her by the way, "Talk about this again, and you will find yourself a wanted criminal in France tomorrow morning."

"With all due respect, you are the one who is getting angry now, Mr. Holmes." Lia caught up with Sherlock to wrap his arms around him, not caring at all that her omnipotent prospective boyfriend hacked into the official website of the French government and put her on the list of wanted criminals.

So Inspector Daying, who was anxiously waiting for the evidence, saw this picture of a sweet couple walking hand in hand—a handsome gentleman in a handsome suit holding a charming blonde elf girl.

And said she wasn't a girlfriend!Sherlock the liar! ! !Lestrade, who had been divorced for several years, could not accept the fact that the consulting detective who shared the fragrance of single dogs was the first to leave the singles.

The hidden image of the image scanner combined with the number in Sherlock's hand finally reveals the secret that led to Orlovsky's death-evidence that Borisovich has funded foreign forces since the Yeltsin era.

Gloria gloated, "It seems that Boris will not only accept the investigation of Scotland Yard, but he will also be hard-pressed to escape criminal charges from Russia."

The answer to the death case is revealed, and the killer hired by Boris is still at large, but those things should be a headache for Scotland Yard. Sherlock is keen to peel the whole incident and filter it layer by layer until the truth is finally revealed, not for the inefficient London police. Work hard.

Sherlock, who helped Scotland Yard solve the case for free, still didn't receive any good looks from Anderson and Officer Donovan when he left. Gloria on the side received a few supercilious glances again. Gloria hugged Sherlock's arm, " You are responsible to me, Mr. Holmes, and until today I thought I was a heartthrob."

The evening breeze is coming, and under the dark night sky, Mr. Holmes' eyes are far brighter than the stars. "The reason why Anderson and Donovan were angry was because an overly beautiful girl pointed out that they had an affair in public. According to the most basic psychological simulation method , if you were normal, their anger would not be so strong."

Gloria blinked: "—you think I'm pretty?"

"In normal human aesthetics," Sherlock looked forward without looking at her, "...you are beautiful."

five hours ago-

"I just hoped to hear a compliment from someone I like. Not only did I fail, but I was threatened again."

And now-

"You are beautiful."

There was some distance from the parking place, Gloria turned her head to look at Sherlock from time to time and raised a sweet smile, which made the ears of the great Mr. Consulting Detective even hotter. Sherlock was about to give her a glance and tell him that this is stupid, the blonde The girl suddenly pinched his earlobe with her fingers, pressed her foot on his cheek, well, to be precise, she pressed a kiss on her lips.

Gloria leaned into his ear, "Will I be the most wanted man in France tomorrow, sir?"

"Not yet." His voice was gorgeous and deep.