miss holmes vase

At 221b Baker Street, rival Sherlock Holmes and sister Athena Holmes have been sitting face to face for a quarter of an hour.

The two were silent, but their eyes were already tense.

The nervous Mrs. Hudson, who was hiding in the kitchen, had repeatedly reminded Watson to go to Mycroft or Inspector Lestrade, otherwise the house would be lost.

Sherlock: "Where's my brain?"

Athena: "Dear brother, it's your pig brain!"

Sherlock: "It doesn't matter, where's my pig brain?"

Athena: "Yes! Peanuts and Mrs. Hudson too! Even my little Corgi Armani! You could have a bite if you didn't pass out."

Sherlock stood up suddenly, pointed at Athena and said mercilessly: "You are not Athena! You are not my sister! You are definitely not the Sherlock Holmes vase lady of my family!"

Athena just chuckled and said, "Whoever advocates will provide evidence, then dear brother Sherlock Holmes! Please start your performance!"

Paris a month ago

Staying up late, spending time drinking, kidney overdraft will not only lead to hair loss, but also lead to... sudden death!

"Huh..." Xin Yun took a deep breath and struggled to sit up, before he could recover, he just opened his eyes in a daze.

Why is she wearing an exaggerated lace tutu?The bad taste of the funeral home?

No... the wet belly is blood?

In the dark night, the only moon was half covered by floating clouds. She lowered her head for a long time before finally seeing the blood stains on her body that were almost dried up.

"What the hell? Didn't I die suddenly?" She raised that sticky hand in a daze, but before she could get close, her nostrils were filled with the smell of blood like rust, and the wet viscous liquid around her was naturally blood. .

Xin Yun only wiped a few hands on the skirt indiscriminately, barely wiping off some blood stains but

"Wait! Why am I speaking English? Why didn't I go to the underworld to apply for a visa to go to hell? No way! Although the little one has harmed a few foreign men during his lifetime, he hasn't done anything so conscientious as to cross the border Accounting..."

Before he could say anything, Xin Yun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his temple.Messy and random information overlapped and crossed in my mind, and French, English, and Chinese even came out sentence by sentence.

It seems... the memory buried in this little head is beginning to wake up.

"Athena? My name is Athena... um... Athena what? Damn it! I can't remember it! Am I fucking a ghost? And I'm dressed as a foreigner! Awesome! My old lady 20 English, which I haven't learned for many years, is now my mother tongue!"

Xin Yun struggled to get up while muttering, and seemed to have no other pain except for a severe headache.

She squinted her eyes in the sunless night, and reluctantly walked towards the streetlight in the distance to see where she was, but before she had taken two steps, someone suddenly shouted: "Miss, are you alright?"

Um?French?Is this France?

She was startled by the unmasculine voice, and quickly turned her head to see who it was, but what she saw from a distance was only a woman dressed like an old hen.

"This dress...from the Victorian era?" Xin Yun was talking to herself, but she saw the woman getting closer and closer to her. For some reason, the original body seemed to wake up at this moment.

The woman repeated again: "Are you all right, Miss?"

"Uh..." Xin Yun hesitated and didn't speak until the woman passed the streetlight and walked towards her.

Xin Yun stood in the dark and with the faint light of the street lamp, she managed to squint her eyes to see the rose pattern embroidered on the woman's dress.

It was precisely because of that rose that the fragmented memories in her mind, which had been squeezed like toothpaste, suddenly assembled into a complete picture at this moment.

She, to be precise, is the picture of the original Athena's death.

"Fuck!" Xin Yun turned around and ran away after scolding.

If the memory in his head is not deceiving, if there is no confusion, then the person in front of him must be the murderer who killed the original body.

The beautiful red rose was still embroidered on the ruffled skirt, the rose that Yuanchen had been holding tightly to before she died, and the blood-stained rose was on her body.

"Ah..." In the dark night, she tripped over something heavy. She groped to get up, and it turned out to be a woman's calf that was so cold that it was stiff.

It seems that Yuan Bo is not the only one who was stabbed to death here!

Before she had time to think about it, Xin Yun just ran forward recklessly, and the extremely angry roar from behind confirmed her memory even more.

"You should be dead! You bitch, I killed you with my own hands! Why are you still alive? You devil! Satan!"

"Fuck you! Shame? Shame? Who do you call the Devil Satan? You stabbed me with a knife, okay?"

What is my fate?I would rather wear it to the Qing Dynasty to be a child bride!

After Xin Yun shouted the last sentence, she suppressed her voice and hid in a church opposite.She panicked but had to close the door as quietly as possible.

The moment Xin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden

"Miss you..."

It was a man's mellow voice, and Xin Yun managed to stabilize herself so that she didn't cry out. She only turned around and found that it was a priest in a black robe.

"Hush!" Xin Yun interrupted the priest's question with a hiss, and only approached quietly before saying: "Shut up, there's a lunatic chasing after me!"

The priest was holding a candle, and when he saw her approaching, the first thing he saw was a large amount of blood on Xin Yun's skirt, but before he could ask questions, he heard a sound outside.

Xin Yun hurriedly stepped forward and blew out the candle in his hand, only pulled the priest up and hid in the confession room.

The confessional room, which used to accommodate only the priest, was now packed to the brim with two people. The priest's chin even touched Xin Yun's chest. He slightly wanted to back away but couldn't move at all.

But now Xin Yun only wants to save his life, so why would he notice these things? After all, it's an extra chance to make trouble and eat, drink|whore|gamble again, shouldn't it be cherished?

Besides, she, a female hooligan who lived among thousands of flowers, is afraid of being eaten with this bit of tofu?

Surrounded by the smell of blood on Xin Yun's body in the small space, the priest raised his head with difficulty and asked, "Miss, you are bleeding..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the priest opened his mouth, Xin Yun covered his mouth, and his warm lips pressed against the palm of her hand.

Xin Yun looked at the priest's dark brown eyes, the tip of his nose brushed his temples and came to his ears, and whispered, "Stop talking! Father!"

Depend on!Sleeping with an abstinent priest has always been at the top of Xin Yun's "list", probably due to the aftereffects of watching the priest played by "Mo Niang" in "London Life".

But it's a pity that he died without being able to realize it in his previous life, and he doesn't know if he still has a chance in this life.

She leaned her ear against the door and listened carefully to the movement outside, and after making sure that the woman hadn't entered the door, she let go of her hands and sat down limply.

The moonlight hit half of the priest's face straight through the gap between the crimson window of the church and the confessional, and it was only at this time that Xin Yun really saw the face of the priest in front of him.

The face under the crimson light source is not comparable to the European male model she once dated, nor the Chinese male star she has slept with.

Outlined by wide and gentle lines, he is a little... stupid?cute?

In short, it's not Xin Yun's dish, she has always liked handsome guys with thick faces the most.

However, the man in front of him may be blessed by the status of a priest, or it may be because of restraining the temptation of the Roman collar, Xin Yun only feels that the priest in front of him is full of sex|attraction to him.

It's not hormones, it's more like...

"Pheromones?"

"What? Fei? Miss? Are you British?" The priest spoke fluent English and asked again, "What's going on?"

Xin Yun chuckled, she also wanted to know what was going on but her mind was not working and she couldn't think of what to do.

Priest: "What's your name, Miss?"

"Athena..." Xin Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing.This original father is very confident!I gave my daughter the word "wisdom woman", and my daughter designated "smart"!

Thinking of this, she continued, "My name is Athena Foer...Momomomomo"

Holmes?

That... the famous Sherlock Holmes?

--10 minutes later

"Miss? Miss? Athena? How long are we going to stay here? You gotta tell me what happened?"

what happened?She transmigrated into a book, a book called "The Collected Cases of Sherlock Holmes", and in this world that was not exactly the same as a book, there was a Sherlock Holmes daughter like her.

The youngest sister of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes and Mike Rofft Holmes, known as the "brain of the British government".

A silly white sweet vase bearing the name of the goddess of wisdom, Athena Holmes.

They all said not to marry late and have children, look at the quality of dad's sperm!One is worse than the other!When it comes to her, she needs nothing but a face, and her IQ and EQ are negative, and she is not much better.

Pure vase!

Xin Yun, who finally accepted her "surname Fu", is not "happy" at all now, and more importantly, she doesn't even know if she will have a chance to "sex|bless" in this abstinent Victorian era.

"Ah..." Athena sighed slowly, "Father, let's wait until dawn before going out! There is really a perverted murderer outside, have you seen the blood on my body? It's all his masterpiece! I just participated I was going home after the prom, but after I tripped over something, it was the blood all over my body."

The priest frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his hand to touch Athena's abdomen.

Yo!You priest is not religious!

"What are you doing?" Athena asked, "Oh! It's not my blood. Now that I think about it, I probably fell on the corpse. Fortunately, I..."

The priest raised his head to interrupt her and asked, "Then what is the mark on your clothes that was stabbed by a knife?"

Yo!Your priest has sharp eyes!

Athena said: "It was cut! You don't know! If I didn't run fast, I would be a dead body now!"

“1、2、3、4。小姐运气够好躲过了……4刀？”

Yo!You, priest, are quite alert!

Athena cleared her throat and knew that she couldn't handle it. Under the gentle and generous appearance of this priest was a sensitive and vigilant heart. It seemed that in some respects he was not like a priest but like a detective.

She couldn't explain the story of death and resurrection, but she also couldn't stay away from this church and rush out to face death, so it seemed that all she could do was to disturb his vigilant and delicate heart, so that he forgot to question himself.

The most direct and effective way is of course...to tease him!

The story of how he escaped naturally ceased to be his focus.