Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 148 I'm Not the Reasoning Maniac in Your Impression, I'm Really Sorry

"I always thought Sherlock was a polite gentleman, but what you have done now has overturned my perception of you." Han Hao said very seriously.

"Gentleman? You really misunderstood, I never said I was a gentleman."

"Then what are you? A consulting detective who locks himself in a room every day and never goes out without a commission?"

"Huaxia brat! What else do you know about me?" Sherlock was a little impatient, looking like he wanted to let Lada bite someone.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Han Hao would have thought that "Glanston" would be the name of a Katy or a wolfhound.

After all, that's how the movie was played. As for the original name...

Sorry, Han Hao is not a seasoned detective fan, he really didn't remember what a dog was called in the novel.

After realizing that the real body of "Glanston" was this dirty Lada, Han Hao was terrified from the bottom of his heart.

About Sherlock's question just now.

What else do I know about you?

Han Hao cleared his throat, and said in extremely awkward English mixed with Chinese: "Sherlock, a man with an indifferent and withdrawn personality, his only friend is Watson, who likes a woman, as far as I know, she is a thief, maybe this word describes her It's not appropriate, judging from what she did, that woman can be regarded as a thief, you like that girl, and you can't help falling in love with her, but you don't want to admit it..."

"Wait a minute! Stop me! How do you know this? Watson told you? Damn it! You're a cripple too! Did you guys meet at the Cripple Club? And? I'm so indifferent ? Was that what Watson said?!"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes, I don't know the Watson you mentioned, and I haven't met him once. In addition, there is no such place as the Lame Club. Finally, there is a very important point. My legs are fine. I am No brains, just need to use crutches to walk for some special reason."

"Finally, Mr. Holmes, your original image in my heart has collapsed. At the beginning, I had a little respect for you, but now...that respect has disappeared."

For some reason, Han Hao felt that his speech suddenly had a "British official accent", and his pronunciation seemed to be quite regular.

Of course, it's just that he thinks so, what Sherlock said later made the confidence he had just disappeared in an instant.

"Before you mock other things, you'd better correct your pronunciation. The words you said disgust me, and the grammar is not right at all. I don't want to listen to you and have to use my brain to figure out what you mean."

"Hehe, aren't you a reasoning maniac? I heard that you can deduce a person's past from his face, and after deducing it, you still like to speak ill at each other. You just deduce the meaning of a few sentences, shouldn't you?" Is it hard?"

"No, there is no such thing at all. Reasoning is very brain-intensive. In fact, I really don't like to use my brain except when a useless police officer comes to me. It's not the reasoning maniac in your impression. I'm sorry." Sherlock said.

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Han Hao just followed all the way, and the two stopped at the entrance of a magnificent hotel.

The word "magnificent" is not a relative term. Even at the time when Han Hao lived, this hotel can be called "magnificent".

【Grossvenor House Hotel】

To this day, the hotel is still standing on the mainland of Britain. For hundreds of years, the exterior decoration of this hotel has never changed.

Time has proved everything for this hotel. Even after hundreds of years, the word "Grosvenor House" is still the ceiling in London hotels.

To be honest, Han Hao doesn't like this high-end place very much, because at a certain special moment, something called an invitation is often needed to enter this kind of place.

Sherlock Holmes took out a white card from his jacket pocket, with [Merry Christmas] written in italics on it.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know the name. The nearly half an hour I spent with you made me very unhappy. I hope you can pass this cold Christmas smoothly in a single shirt. I don't want to be in the next year At this time, I went to the cemetery to mourn the friend I had known for less than half an hour,

By the way, this is an invitation for two people to go to the banquet at the same time~ But why did I let a strange Chinese person go in with me? "

"You'd better not show off in front of me with the invitation card. Believe me, although you are proficient in the baton technique of the short stick, it's only a blink of an eye for me to snatch the invitation card. Besides, my name is Han Hao, Please don't call me "Mr. Don't Know Your Name", which is impolite."

When Han Hao said this, he was extremely confident. Even if this guy was holding Lada, it would not be difficult for him to snatch the invitation. Of course, how to get out of Lada's killer front teeth after snatching it might be a problem.

Holmes suddenly felt a stirring in the air.

The source of this restlessness seems to be the young man in front of him.

He lied before, except when that useless police officer came to him, Holmes was still a person who loved reasoning very much.

But this kind of reasoning is often subconscious. In fact, he doesn't want to deliberately infer one thing.

It's a lot of brain work, and it often doesn't do him any good.

The boy's pupils seemed to be rippling with silver stars.

Sherlock was pretty sure he was seeing stars in the man's eyes, not the mentally handicapped eyeballs covered with a "patterned glass film".

And this kind of star didn't exist at the beginning, it suddenly appeared after the boy said that sentence.

and also......

Why does he even know that he is proficient in short stick and baton technique?

Formolford raised his hands helplessly as if surrendering.

"I was wrong, Mr. Han Hao, you can go to the ball with me, but..."

"But what?" Holmes' eyes suddenly changed, and Han Hao suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Can you tango?" asked Holmes.

"A little bit, is there a problem?"

"It's okay, you'll find out later, before that, we need to find you some clothes."

Holmes looked at Han Hao's eyes intentionally or unintentionally. The tiny stars seemed to disappear after he "agreed Han Hao and himself to enter Grosvenor House".

"He is indeed an interesting boy."

Holmes thought to himself.

He never felt that there was anything unexplainable in the world, if there was, it was only temporary, the secret of the stars, he would unravel it sooner or later.

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Han Hao looked at the British girl who had been stripped in the bathroom with only her underwear left, and at Pichu who was tied to the water pipe by Holmes and was struggling.

A sense of guilt suddenly rose in his heart.

What made you lay hands on an innocent British girl holding a Pichu?

"Here. Your clothes." Holmes handed over a pink one-piece dress.

Han Hao didn't react for a while.

my clothes?

He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two a few minutes ago.

"Can you dance tango?"

"A little bit, is there a problem?"

"It's okay, you'll find out later, before that, we need to find you some clothes."

I know a ghost!

impossible!

I can't dress like a woman in my life!

Even if I die in the 19th century!Frozen to death on Christmas!I can't go back in my life!I'm definitely not a girl either...

What the hell!

"Laozi is so cute!"

(ps: The prototype of contact lenses existed in the 16th century, please go to HowNet or Chaoxing Academy and come back to challenge me~)

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