The dragon clan cultivated a Chu Mensao

Sitting on Gattuso's business jet, Chu Zihang thoroughly enjoyed the flight of a local tyrant, why he was on Gattuso's plane...

Because he went to Caesar's house, yes, Gattuso's estate in Italy.See my father-in-law! ! !Pooh.

The first time I met Pompeii was on a sunny morning. The other party was sitting leisurely in the living room with a cup of black tea. The lazy eyes in a straight suit seemed not as unreliable as Caesar said...

"Oh oh oh! Welcome, I'm looking forward to you, Caesar really, I just want to see my daughter-in-law. I hide it and don't show it. I don't think of me as a father. It's so sad that when I was young, I still..."

▼_▼Retract the foreword.

Then after seeing a bunch of old and immortal historical figures in Gattuso, under Caesar’s coercion and temptation to his uncle (Spoiled and Rolled), Chu Zihang’s name was recorded in Gattuso’s family tree, and he became a glorious person in history. The first male lady.

Passy's bloodline has been stabilized. Although the level has retreated to A level, it does not affect the lethality of the opponent's war machine.Nuonuo went to the Golden Jubilee College for advanced studies, and Paxi told her not to go, but Nuonuo took the initiative to go, and they got married when they came back.

What a beautiful day, playing games in the manor every day, Yoyogou riding a horse and having sex... or something...

Then one day, when Caesar had already pulled off the opponent's shirt, Chu Zihang's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Mission in London." Chu Zihang left Caesar aside.

"Don't let me meet Angers." Caesar said through gritted teeth.

So, after getting off the plane, Chu Zihang looked at the text message he just received.

hey sweetie!You come to London without saying a word, miss me!

Heh, he knew who it was when he saw this address, Chu Zihang felt the corners of his mouth twitching.He had been prepared for a long time. When he received the mission, he knew that this mission was to investigate the London train station. When Chu Zihang saw London, he knew that something would happen to him, and it didn't happen.

Honey, don't rush to answer, I told you to take you to visit the big detective, are you interested!

Because he had met Moriarty, Chu Zihang seriously studied a Sherlock Holmes book and a Sherlock movie. If he refused...God knows what Moriarty, a pervert, would do.

But what that pervert does is none of his business.

I reject.Chu Zihang answered the letter quickly, then put the phone in his pocket and ignored it, and went directly to the hotel by car.

Moran made breakfast, knocked on the door, and walked into the bedroom. Little Jim, who always likes to stay in bed, was unexpectedly sitting on the window sill today, with his legs crossed and his head lowered, fiddling with his mobile phone. Thumbnails.

Something is going to happen.Moran knew that every time little Jim bit his nails it meant he was excited, but...it was a bad habit.

"Don't bite your nails I've told you many times."

"Hey, good morning!" Moriarty threw himself on Moran, "The weather is so beautiful today!!!"

Moran looked at the cloud-covered sky.

"Well, eat," Moran said.

"I'm in a hurry to eat on the way!!" Moriarty quickly put on his clothes, rushed out with a sandwich in his mouth.

I bought a pancake fruit and soy milk at the Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street. Chu Zihang walked on Baker Street with his cello bag on his back, his eyes casually skipping the side of the road.

No... the street number is wrong, Baker Street is a real street in London, but 221b Baker Street is a non-existent address.

Although 221b Baker Street was a fictional address that did not exist when the novel was serialized, it became a usable address in 1930 to commemorate the detective.Today the address is assigned to the Sherlock Holmes Museum.

But the streets here...wht.

Chu Zihang stood in front of a door with 221b clearly written on it... This is true.

The door came suddenly, and an old woman in a dark green skirt was putting on her hat with her bag in her hand. She looked up and saw Chu Zihang who was standing at the door in a daze.

"Hi young man, what's the matter?"

"No...not at all, I..." Chu Zihang stammered.

"Don't be shy, if you're looking for Sherlock, he's here right now... Sherlock."

Chu Zihang turned his head silently, then raised his head. There were two figures standing in front of him, one with a smile on his face and the other with sharp eyes.

"Asian? Travel? No, office. There are not many high-level people in society like you. What is the purpose of your coming here? It's him, no, he sent you here, okay, goodbye." The other party spoke aggressively tone of voice.

"Sherlock! This may be a customer looking for you." Watson hurriedly stopped, "Sorry, that's what he is."

"He's not." Sherlock glanced at Watson, "He's just a college student who came to London on business." If it's just an ordinary college student.

"I really just passed by here." Chu Zihang explained.

"Oh sorry." Watson said hastily.

"I misunderstood. I wanted to go downstairs to buy a cup of soy milk. The Chinese restaurant just opened it." Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"...This is the last cup of soy milk in that restaurant. I haven't opened it yet, if you don't mind." Chu Zihang handed the soy milk over.

"Oh! What an embarrassment." Mrs. Hudson said, and Chu Zihang handed the soy milk to the other party, "Come upstairs to have a snack. I just baked a little gingerbread."

Sherlock glanced at Chu Zihang and went upstairs. Watson nodded and followed.

Chu Zihang thought about it...Gingerbread...

"No, thank you." Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, smiled politely, and refrained from having too much contact with this group of people.

"He left Sherlock." Watson stood in front of the window on the second floor.

"Boring..." The slender figure lay on the sofa, curling up his whole body.

"You just said he was funny." Watson said helplessly.

"You might as well read some more books to fill your poor empty head during this time." Sherlock's face was buried under the blanket, and his voice was muffled.

"Sherlock, that's enough, why don't I go buy lunch." Watson said with some dissatisfaction.

"Don't buy vegetables, Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship can't compare to yours, mine is stuck on the table, take it yourself."

"I'm leaving!" Watson held back his anger, took the card and left.

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, Sherlock suddenly turned over, stood in front of the window and looked at the boy who hadn't gone far and was carrying a violin bag.

Asian face, in his 20s, the clothes belong to high-level social people, there is not much luggage, it is a plane, there are no planes and private flights at this time, it is not like someone arranged by McCaughey... probably not someone special, if you exclude the other party with long sleeves Put down the short knife.

The big detective tilted his head and watched the figure go away, and then looked at Watson who was walking to the other side. He walked into the nearest Chinese restaurant, um...that's right, it was a rice bowl.

The big detective, who seemed to be in a better mood, fell back onto the sofa.

Chu Zihang walked to the entrance of the hotel and looked up at the gate. Fortunately, no one came to greet him this time. This time it was still the hotel booked by Caesar. Chu Zihang emphasized low-key and low-key in three words!

He took out his membership card, confirmed his identity, and got the key. Chu Zihang went upstairs and opened the door. The room was still luxuriously decorated in a five-star hotel. Putting down the piano bag, Chu Zihang leaned over and took off his shoes, stepping barefoot on the soft floor. He walked to the big bed in the bedroom on the carpet. Compared with working at the desk, he sometimes prefers to work on the soft big bed.

"Don't move." Chu Zihang narrowed his eyes as the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his waist.

"Don't move." The voice said emotionlessly from behind.

"Purpose." Chu Zihang said.

"Heh~" The other party's voice rose slightly, it was a familiar tone, Chu Zihang quickly leaned over, turned around and stretched his legs, tripped the other party, then immediately rushed forward to hold the other party down, clamping the other party's hand.

"It hurts!!!"

"How did you find this place!" Chu Zihang said coldly.

"My dear, if you can, I hope you can push me down on the bed like this, this floor is really... It hurts!!"

"Moriarty!"

"Okay, okay! The airport has my eyeliner, reported the license plate number of your car, and then my people invaded the surveillance and told me that you arrived at Baker Street, and then asked the driver where you were going, and found the hotel. I asked the counter The Asian who booked a hotel room recently, and you are the only one." Moriarty blinked after finishing speaking, "Can you let me go, honey?"

Chu Zihang let go of his hand without saying a word, looked at Moriarty who got up from the ground, "How did you get in here?"

"Learning to pick a lock is a practical skill." Moriarty said, patting the wrinkles on his clothes. "Pity the suit I just bought."

Chu Zihang ignored the other's pitiful eyes, turned around and went to pick up the phone that had just dropped on the ground.

"Then can I ask you a question?" Moriarty smiled, "You just tripped me and didn't have a roundhouse kick!" The other side made an 'expectant' expression, "Are you worried about my injury?"

Chu Zihang nodded, looked at Moriarty with an excited smile and said, "We have a height difference. I'm afraid that the roundabout kick will directly hit your head."

Moriarty, with his bulging cheeks, was sulking.

"You're here again for a mission? That strange creature?" Moriarty asked while lying on the sofa, looking at Chu Zihang who was sitting on the bed and fiddling with a notebook.

"Yeah." Anyway, the other party knew about it, so Chu Zihang simply stopped hiding it.

"Where!?" Moriarty asked, staring.

"Secret." Chu Zihang said.

"boring."

"Bored, go find your great detective." Chu Zihang glanced at Moriarty who was reluctant to leave.

"I haven't taken you to see the great detective yet!" Moriarty turned over and said, "By the way, how is your husband?"

Chu Zihang paused for a moment, then continued to work, "Very good."

"Okay~" The other party stood up, "Then I'll find some work for the big detective, how about I blow up the London airport!"

"Take the museum? Regent's Park? The railway station?"

"Get out!" Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and said.

"Ah~" Moriarty narrowed his eyes, this reaction shows, "The train station..."

"Moriarty." Chu Zihang looked directly at the other party, and he could see the golden pupils emitting a faint light through the black colored contact lenses. Moriarty shrugged. He didn't want to provoke this powerful little netizen.

Anyway, I already know the destination of the other party, so "go to dinner together tonight?"

Chu Zihang remained silent.

"I'm in for a treat, Italian food?"

Chu Zihang looked up at Moriarty.

"Additional snacks?"

"Time and place." Chu Zihang said.

"Sent to your phone~" Moriarty happily opened the door and left.

Chu Zihang looked at the address expressionlessly...won't he just eat...

The most luxurious Italian restaurant in London, with warm-toned lights, flickering candles, and fragrant red roses.

Chu Zihang was playing casually with his mobile phone in a hall full of suits and dresses.

"Hi!"

Chu Zihang heard the voice and looked up... The world is really small, isn't it?

Watson was sitting not far away in a suit, facing Sherlock in a neat suit.

"What a coincidence, alone?" Watson asked.

"Netizens invited me to dinner." Chu Zihang said politely, he was also polite to the friendly Dr. Watson, and said that he wanted to meet netizens... Ha ha.

"Netizen?" Watson thought for a while, "Be careful."

"He's better than you." Sherlock cut the foie gras gracefully.

Dr. Watson, who had participated in the military, sneered at the comparison.

"It's been a long time, sweetheart, I'm going to change into a suit~" Chu Zihang calmly waved and greeted with a sweet tone, then lowered his head and continued to play with his hands, completely ignoring the frightened Dr. Sherlock.

It's such a small world, isn't it?

"What a coincidence." Moriarty smiled.

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Anyway, the main line of this dungeon is not Shenxia ╮(╯_╰)╭