[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Qiao Xi's flower shop business is very good, not only because of her lovely appearance as a shopkeeper, but also because of her gentle personality and sweet smile.

Beautiful things are always pleasing to the eye.

However, the most attractive thing is actually the service of sending flowers to your door.

When the flowers come to the door, there are butterflies flying, and they will not leave for a long time.

This is a feature of her shop. Often, a young boy would buy flowers and ask her to give them to a certain beautiful little girl, and then insert a note in the middle with a few words of confession like moaning and groaning. Xi takes pleasure in this.

For a beautiful girl, there are bound to be many people who give her flowers, and as long as a few words of proper pursuit can induce this person's inner vanity to expand infinitely.

And what kind of love will a girl full of vanity get?

This question is left to herself.

It's just that the business is quite cold today, she was lying on the counter blogging boredly, thinking about what she could do.

The gift she gave Moriarty took some time to know whether the other party liked it, and she had never been short of patience for the prey she wanted, but recently she had tinkered with new medicines, but she didn't want to waste the precious opportunity to test them. It was rare to feel bored after being wasted on ordinary people——

Sherlock Holmes.

She suddenly saw this name on the blog of a person named Watson. Although the person who wrote the blog tended to focus on the description of dramatic plots rather than the narrative of scientific inference, from the description of the case between the lines, it can be seen Come out, this man named Sherlock is definitely not low in IQ——

And it's fun to tease smart people—

Qiao Wei smiled, and she slowly opened a software on the screen, and what popped up was a map of London with red dots all over, and whenever she moved the mouse over a red dot, a person's name would pop up on it, if you click on With the link of this person's name, she can see all the information that this person can find.

The method of obtaining is very simple. In the information age, there is nothing more likely to leak personal information than mobile phones and computers.

Qiao Xi clicked on Search, and then typed in Sherlock's name.

"Injectable Ni, Gu, Ding, lover?" Qiao Xi chuckled, "The medicine this time really seems to be tailor-made for this person."

According to the data, he is now at 221b Baker Street, and the red dot is moving towards the door, as if he is planning to go out.

Do you want to go out?

Such a sunny and sunny weather is so suitable for a chance encounter.

Qiao Xi held up a bouquet of blooming roses. The unique fragrance of roses lingered between her lips and teeth. She slowly smeared the potion she had prepared on it. The colorless and odorless potion stained the flowers, exaggeratingly This flower is more showy.

"Dear Sherlock, I really look forward to our first meeting."

She said softly, her voice was deliberately lowered, as if she was reciting the name of a lover.

Then she leaned down to sniff, her fingertips stroking the tender petals, as if she was stroking someone's cheek, "Sherlock Holmes, you must, you must like my gift full of love."

"I call it, solitary."

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Mr. Sherlock has been very happy recently, and this joy comes from a photo.

He had been suffering from a headache about Moriarty for some time, and at this moment, the photo appeared and successfully pleased him.

Although it is impolite to say this, he does agree with the whispers of the girls in the police station——

"Hey, Mary, tell me, if you send this photo to the newspaper, tomorrow will you see something similar to "Scary Confidence: Moriarty's Pornographic Incident" or "Shocking Conjecture: Moriarty is a High-ranking Man" Headlines like "Pet"?"

In the lounge, a female police officer wearing glasses leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, elbowed the girl next to her, and asked with a smirk on her face.

The female police officer named "Mary" squinted her eyes and glanced at her, "Officer Wen Lindt, if you say that, you are not afraid of being retaliated by Moriarty afterwards?"

Wen Linte was stunned, and then she winked at Mary, "Don't you think so? Let me tell you, if that photo gets out, it will definitely be comparable to the gods of a, v, female, excellent, Existence, that kind of charm, the goddess of otaku and otaku."

She used "she" instead of "he".

"Her?" Mary really raised doubts.

"It seems that you don't even know the two versions we circulated in private!" Wen Linte exclaimed, and then looked up and down Mary with the gaze of an alien, "Let me tell you this, after seeing the After the photo, we have two guesses about Moriarty's life experience. One is more credible. In fact, Moriarty is a woman disguised as a man, and she is naturally charming. It's just that the family unfortunately made her give up her identity as a girl. From then on, she could only enter the society as a man, and she fell in love with Sherlock by chance, but because her status did not allow her, she targeted him out of love and hatred, and the other possibility is..." Wen Linte lowered her voice Voice, "Moriarty is actually Mr. Mycroft's favorite male favourite, and there was something wrong with their bed recently, so the male favourite ran out in a temper tantrum.

He steals things and writes Sherlock's name, but it's just a show of arrogance and demonstration to his man.

It's just that, in my opinion, with Mr. Mycroft's character, his behavior will only make him fall out of favor completely.

And the reason for such speculation is that, after all, apart from this person, few people have such great power to do these things. "

Mary twitched the corners of her lips, and looked at Wen Linte with a half-smile, "If you want to say that, I would like to ask a question, Mr. McCoff and Moriarty, who is above and who is below?" Then she paused, "Who can't?"

After that they shoved and laughed.

As for these words, Sherlock, who came in to get things from the back door, said that he really didn't hear them on purpose.

just about...

He won't be able to look his brother in the face for a while.

#望天45°angle sad face.

Wait, did I mess with something weird! #

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The weather in London is rare today, and this kind of weather is most suitable for lovers to exchange feelings by dating.

Looking at the past with Mrs. Hudson's eyes, she only saw Sherlock tidying up his beautiful little face in the mirror, and after feeling how handsome he had been for ten years, he hurried out with his own Watson up.

It's like a young couple who have already made an appointment to watch a movie, eat popcorn and go shopping, and are already impatient for in-depth communication.

Mrs. Hudson was suddenly blushed by her own brain, and then she suddenly thought of something, ran out the door in small steps, and shouted to the two people who hadn't gone far: "You have to control yourself!"

No one answered her, but the passers-by faintly felt that the pace of two people seemed to be faster.

Sherlock was planning to rush to the police station, after all Moriarty was released from prison, and he had also heard his name appearing on the wall, but——he pressed his left eye, which seemed to be jumping, and his eyelids trembled It is due to rest, lack of sleep, or anemia, excessive smoking and alcohol, or eye disease.

Judging from his recent situation, lack of rest is somewhat possible.

He doesn't believe in such unscientific words as "the left eye twitches the disaster and the right eye twitches the luck".

It's just that after being hit in the face by a bouquet of flowers, Sherlock deeply felt the slap in the face.

Gentle, considerate, good gentleman, self-contained, wife-like, Watson picked up the flowers on the ground, and the girl who had fallen just now got up from the ground, she looked at Watson timidly, then looked again Sherlock, whose face was hit by the flower, stammered, "Yes... sorry... I... I didn't... mean..."

At the end, the eye sockets began to turn slightly red.

Watson waved his hand, and just wanted to say it's okay, but then he was interrupted by a Sherlock who was "just slapped in the face" and guessed that he was feeling a little abnormal at the moment, "Isn't it intentional? That is to say, your balance system is different from Ordinary people, so you can't walk on flat ground like a normal person? Oh, miss, I thought that smartness has no tap to switch, but I didn't think that stupidity didn't either. I can see that you are an ordinary person, so in your head It must be full of useless stuff, which is probably why you can do things like fall on the ground..."

"Sherlock!" Watson interrupted him in a low voice.

And "the girl who fell on the flat ground" Qiao Xi had already looked at Sherlock tearfully, her eyes full of grievances.

"I'm really sorry...but...but...can...can you give me back my flowers..." Qiao Xi begged softly, her voice was already soft, and she lowered her posture with tears in her eyes To say the least, it looks weaker.

Her eyes were wandering and not focused, her fingers were stirring the hem of her clothes, and her toes were rubbing slightly—this girl was nervous and a little scared.

She has a gentle and weak personality, dare not argue with others, does not have jewelry on her body, but is well-maintained, and her family must be rich. When communicating with them, her eyes will stick to flowers. She seems to be a flower lover, but her fingertips seem to scratch Broken scars, most likely a flower shop worker.

Seems like a useless hassle.

Thinking of this, Sherlock turned around and wanted to leave, but Watson had no choice but to stuff the flower back into the girl's arms and hurriedly followed Sherlock's footsteps.

The moment he turned around, Sherlock suddenly felt a little itchy on the tip of his nose, which was fleeting, like an illusion.