[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Sure enough, the next moment, Sherlock Holmes rushed directly towards the wall, and slammed into the wall with his body sideways.

Greg Lestrade: "!!!"

Before Greg Lestrade could react from the scene where Sherlock Holmes started hitting the wall after a disagreement, Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes, took three steps back, gathered his strength, and slammed into the wall again.

The expression of the staff who followed them far away, ready to lead the way and help at any time, changed.He didn't care about the previous explanation from his superiors, so he hurried over and said anxiously: "Mr., please..."

"boom!"

Something was violently knocked away during Sherlock Holmes' third violent charge.

The staff member who had spoken half of the sentence opened his mouth wide, choking on the words of dissuasion.His eyes widened and he stared dumbfounded at the room that Sherlock Holmes had knocked open.

At the end of the corridor on the west side of the third floor of Holyrood Palace, there is actually a room? !

And as the magic happened.

After Sherlock Holmes forcibly knocked open the door, the door that looked identical to the wall next to it began to slowly change from the previous wall to the door.

Greg Lestrade, who saw this scene, was stunned.

Is this the effect of the potion or some kind of chemical reagent?

Sherlock Holmes rubbed his shoulders and strode into the room.

The staff member even forgot to inform the others, and just followed in there in a daze.

The next moment, he unconsciously held his breath.

He had the illusion that one more breath would destroy the perfection of this room.

"My God... my God..." The staff stared, from the patterns on the dome to the painted windows, from the tapestries on the walls to the landscape oil paintings above the fireplace, to the only four-poster bed in the room...

"No!" The staff couldn't help screaming. He saw that Mr. Holmes touched the brocade bed.

These are all treasures and antiques, you can't touch them directly with your hands, you know! ! !

Greg Lestrade stands in front of the fireplace, looking up at the landscape painting of Edinburgh Castle, the artist's name is written in the lower right corner.

"Raffaele Stuart...?"

Greg Lestrade, who only had a brief understanding of the Stuart dynasty, could not remember this person at all, but this name did not conform to the usual way of naming the Stuart royal family.

Raffaele, Raphael, names full of religious flavor, almost never appear on members of the royal family.

Sherlock Holmes ignored the collapsed mood of the staff. He squinted his eyes and scanned everything around him like a scalpel.He didn't care how precious the furnishings in the room were, he was looking for some clues.

The slight wrinkles on the bed proved that two people had been lying on this bed not more than 5 minutes ago.

Then, he found out.

On the left side of the fireplace, there is a little dust.

It's strange to say that this room has been sealed for an unknown amount of time. Once it sees the light of day, it should be covered with dust, but here, it's as clean as if someone had cleaned it.Add that little bit of dust, and there's no doubt that someone has actually been in this room just now.

There are surveillance cameras in the corridor and there are no dead spots.

Then, if someone can enter this room, it means that there is a secret passage here!

If there is a secret passage, where is the switch?

Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly.

And at this moment, the staff who followed into the room finally remembered to report, and hurriedly used the communicator to report the room they just discovered to their superiors.

Two minutes later, the experts who stayed here and were in charge of identifying and maintaining cultural relics rushed over.

For a moment, the exclamations of "Oh God" and "Jesus" couldn't stop.

Then, they were scolded by Sherlock Holmes.

"Get out!" Sherlock Holmes looked sharply. "Your voices are hindering my thinking!"

"you--!!"

Greg Lestrade didn't forget the reason why he worked so hard to be Sherlock Holmes' assistant, he quickly smiled apologetically at these experts, and then pushed them out apologetically.

Everyone: "...You can't do this! This is an undiscovered precious ancient site, and everything here is the treasure of the royal family, you..."

Inspector Lestrade: "Sorry, sorry, the case is under investigation, please go out and wait..."

"Click."

At this moment, the sound of the mechanism starting up sounded.

The experts and staff of Holyrood Palace stared wide-eyed.

Greg Lestrade turned his head eagerly, only to see a black passage with a height of one person opening, and Sherlock Holmes who plunged into the secret passage without hesitation, leaving only a handsome back for everyone.

"Shit!" Greg Lestrade cursed in a low voice, and rushed into the secret passage after Sherlock Holmes' back.

Everyone: "!!!"

In the secret road, Raffaele glanced back and gave a "tsk".

The guy who discovered his bedroom was surprisingly sharp, and he chased him into the secret passage so quickly.

However, even so, Rafael did not intend to teleport with Tate, but quickened his pace, and when he walked through a three-way intersection, he reached out and pressed the mechanism under a certain candlestick, Raphael The secret passage behind Lai and Tate suddenly closed.

Tate looked back thoughtfully, and said, "Where did you lead them?"

Raffaele held Tate's hand, walked calmly in the dark secret passage, and said, "Give them a suspect, you're welcome."

Tate: "..."

Obviously, the person who opened the secret passage on the west side of the palace before them is going to be unlucky.

Although Sherlock Holmes has a smart brain that is rare in the world, he is not as familiar with the labyrinth of secret passages under the palace as Raphael, after all, he can change the direction of the passage by changing a mechanism.

Holding the flashlight, Sherlock Holmes followed Raffaele's expectations into the secret passage.

When Raffaele led Tate out of the secret passage, the end of the secret passage was not the teahouse box they had entered before, but an open wilderness.

Behind them is a white obelisk.

The wind was so strong that the hair and scarves of the two of them flew to one side.The cold wind in the city of Edinburgh below the mountain is completely insignificant compared with the cold wind on this mountain top.

Fortunately, Rafael and Tate are not ordinary people, and this chill is nothing to them.

"Here is..." Tate raised his hand to press his messy hair, blinked his eyes, subconsciously raised his voice, and almost shouted, "The Arthur's Seat? Are we in Holyrood Park?"

Arthur's Seat is the upper southern peak of Carlton, right in the middle of Holyrood Park, once a hunting ground for the Scottish royal family.

"My Tate is so smart." Raffaele nodded with a chuckle. He didn't care about his messy blond hair, and his sky blue eyes were slightly curved. He raised the camera in his hand and "clicked" on Tate. "one time.

Tate was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then grabbed Raffaele's hand to protest his snapping.

"Can't you just tell me when you're taking pictures." Tate pursed his lips, his black eyes full of accusations.This kind of snap photos, especially in places like this where the wind blows wildly, where the hairstyle can’t be maintained, and the face seems to be deformed by the wind, there are a few good-looking photos in the snap shots.

"There are no dead angles in 360°, so it looks good no matter how you shoot." Raffaele shouted without hesitation.

The wind on the top of the mountain has been blowing, enough to blow everyone's voice away, making people have to use shouting to talk.Raffaele was originally a wizard who could use magic power to gather voices in Tate's ears, allowing him to hear his own voice clearly.But Raffaele was obviously interested in being an ordinary person. He let go of his voice and started talking to Tate on the top of this empty mountain.

With that said, Raffaele took three steps back, clicked, and took a picture of the grievance on Tate's face that hadn't faded away.

Tate: That's too much.

For Raffaele, the models in front of him look good no matter how they look, and the photos he took, no matter how professional they are, are still touching.

Especially the action of Tate trying to press his hair with his hands is the cutest.

Tate narrowed his eyes slightly, and the next moment, Tate rushed over and pressed Raffaele to the ground.

Raffaele laughed loudly. He supported Tate's shoulder with one hand and Tate's waist with the other, so that Tate would not fall to the ground accidentally if he was not accurate enough.

At this moment, a black-haired woman in a dark blue jacket and a red baseball cap climbed to the top of Arthur's Throne against the cold wind, and looked at the obelisk with brown and black eyes in surprise. of two teenagers.

Christmas is approaching, although Edinburgh has not yet reached the coldest time, but the top of the mountain is definitely one of the coldest places in the whole city.Tourists love the beautiful scenery overlooking Edinburgh from the top of the mountain, but this month is really not a good time to climb the mountain. She thought she was the only one who climbed the highest peak of Arthur's Seat this morning.

Talk about love and kiss me and me in this kind of broken place, the child now.

The woman couldn't help laughing, feeling like being shown off by a child.

It's just that the intense love of young people is indeed not comparable to the group of adults who can sometimes use love as a tool.

The smile on the woman's face faded, and she looked a little lonely.

Both Raffaele and Tate noticed the woman's arrival, but they showed no shame.

Raffaele is able to completely ignore other people's gazes, and sometimes deliberately bullies Tate a little when he is shy.At most, Tate couldn't let go in front of Raffaele's relatives. As for outsiders, he never cared.

Furthermore, they are not prepared to do anything.

After Tate pushed Raffaele to the ground involuntarily, he reached out and snatched the camera from Raffaele.

Raffaele supported Tate's body, watching his phoenix robbing him indulgently.

After Tate grabbed the camera, he straightened his back and pointed the camera at Raffaele immediately.

Without needing Tate to speak, Raffaele maintained the current posture - messy blond hair, fully exposed beautiful face, reddish nose tip, and the appearance of lying on the ground calmly when he should be in a mess now.He also tilted his head slightly and grinned, his brows and eyes full of brilliance.

Tate pressed the shutter button without hesitation, capturing the scene that made his heart pound.

Out of some secret possessiveness, Tate got up after the photo was taken, pulled Raffaele up, and went around Raffaele and started patting the dust off him.

Raffaele opened his arms slightly, allowing Tate to move.

The brunette raised her hand and touched her lips, the corners of which curled up.This kind of young and sweet love, even if it has nothing to do with me, I can't help but want to smile when I look at it.

At this moment, there was a soft "meow" sound from behind the woman, that voice was really sweet and sweet.

The smile on the woman's lips deepened, she turned her head, and her brown-black eyes faced a pair of beautiful yellow-orange-cat's eyes.

"Mi woo."

On the side of the dark blue mountaineering bag, a black cat wearing the same red baseball cap as the black-haired woman showed its head and opened its mouth to "meow".Although the wind was strong on the top of the mountain, this voice sounded thin and weak, but it still made the woman look happy.

She put down the mountaineering bag behind her, pulled the zipper, and a beautiful black cat with glossy black fur and yellow-orange cat eyes jumped out of the mountaineering bag.It shook the fur on its body, stepped on an elegant catwalk in the bitter cold wind, walked to the woman's feet, and rubbed her calf.It raised its head in a cat-style baseball cap, and gave another sweet "meow" sound.

The woman directly picked it up, kissed its little head first, then motioned it to look at the scenery below the mountain top, and said, "Serge, we've reached the summit."

She is not alone, she also has her cute and cute Sergio.

Sergey: "Meow~"

Although the wind is strong and cold today, it does not hinder the good mood of three people and one cat on the top of the mountain.

Tate grabbed the camera he had snatched from Raffaele and started snapping back at Raffaele.

Raffaele patted Tate generously. Although there was no movement in his body, he was either placed neatly by his side or put his hands in his pockets. He was so monotonous that he didn't look like a young man.But he has a smile on his brows and eyes, and his sky blue eyes looking at the camera are focused and gentle, and every moment is a breathtaking beauty.

In the sound of the camera clicking, the black-haired woman squeezed the right paw of the black cat Sergey, kneading its pad with her fingers almost lovingly, and said: "That is Holyrood Palace, where members of the Scottish royal family used to live. place."

Sergey: "Meow~"

"It's just a pity that my lovely Serge is not allowed to go in there to see it, so I don't want to go in either. Let's take a look up there, shall we, Serge?"

Sergey: "Meow~"

He unceremoniously took dozens of single photos of Raffaele from various angles. Raffaele held down Tate's hand that wanted to continue to press the shutter button, and stroked Tate with his fingertips Tate grabbed the camera with red ears, and looked at the black-haired woman who also took out the camera with her black eyes, but she was taking pictures of cats.

Tate looked at Raffaele, who was blinking innocent blue eyes, with weak, helpless and longing eyes. Even though Tate knew that Raffaele was pretending, he still gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously. He strode towards the black-haired woman who was focused on taking pictures of cats.

Almost as soon as Tate raised his foot and walked towards the woman, the brunette woman stopped shooting and looked at Tate.

Tate stood still in front of the black-haired woman, with a kindness and pleading that was almost unprecedented for strangers in his black eyes, and said in serious words: "Hello, ma'am, may I ask... can you help me take a photo with... my boyfriend?" Two photos?"

Behind Tate, Raffaele looked at Tate who was polite and gentle to strangers, his sky blue eyes were full of tenderness.

He loves Tate, wants to monopolize everything from him, and hopes that he can make more friends.

Tate doesn't need to be smooth and sophisticated, he just needs to be able to silence the light in his eyes when Raffaele is not around for a while.

There are some feelings that Raffaele cannot give Tate.

He could only push Tate behind him to let him out of the shackles that almost imprisoned his life.

Raffaele couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

When Xu Shi picked up Phoenix in his previous life, although he had the appearance of a teenager, he was like a completely blank piece of paper.Even if Raffaele's current feelings for Tate are between lovers, it is inevitable that there will be a little bit of parental affection for children.

Of course, just a little bit!

His Tate is no longer a child.

"Of course." The black-haired woman said without hesitation, with a kind smile on her face.

Tate's forced smile suddenly became real. He handed the camera to the woman and thanked him in a low voice.

Raffaele and Tate stood side by side on the top of the hill, with the shrunken silhouette of Edinburgh behind them and the vast blue and white sky.Two outstanding teenagers stood in front of the camera with bright eyes and pursed lips smiling.

Maybe the person they are thinking about is beside them, not on the other side of the camera. The smiles they showed to the camera coincidentally restrained.

Even so, the brunette, holding the camera in her hand, was fascinated by the image of the two standing side by side.

She immediately pressed the shutter button in her hand, joy flashed in her brown-black eyes, and she exclaimed in a low voice, "It's so beautiful."

Not only is the perfect match between the person and the scene in front of the camera making the picture in front of you look like a well-designed scroll, but also because the two seem to be able to overflow the warmth and love of the camera, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

It's just that after taking two group photos that looked like ID photos, the brunette woman thought of the scene where they took pictures of each other just now, and suddenly felt that the two of them were too attached to her camera.

This will not work!

She poked her head out and shouted to Raffaele and Tate who were not far away: "You two, do a little movement, don't just stand there."

Raffaele & Tate: "..."

Raffaele and Tate looked at each other.

Do moves?what action?

The image that appears in the photos is always with hands hanging by the side, back straight, eyes calm, and the smile on the lips is just a shallow arc. No matter which photo is in it, it is exactly the same as the cut-out Raphael looking at the family in this life Disharmony, no friends, except for a group photo with his sister Adelaide Langton, a group photo for primary and junior high school graduates, a single photo of Tate, who only had a ID photo, and Tate replied with a bewildered eyes.

After a while, the two looked at the black-haired woman who asked them to do something at the same time.

Brunette woman: "..."

"It's just..." The black-haired woman didn't know what she was worrying about, but felt that it would be a pity not to record such a beautiful moment.With one hand on her hip, she looked at the two half-grown teenagers helplessly and amusedly, and after gesticulating twice and found that the other boy hadn't understood her intention at all, she put down the camera decisively and wanted to walk over to pose for them.

At this time, the black cat Sergio, who had been ignored by the owner for 3 minutes, walked in front of Raffaele and Tate on an elegant catwalk.

Raffaele and Tate looked at the black cat in front of them at the same time.

Really dark.

Fortunately, it's daytime now. If it's night, once you close your eyes, its owner probably won't be able to find it.

"Mia~"

The black cat Sergio tilted his head, and looked at Tate first with his big yellow-orange eyes.

Tate tensed his body subconsciously, his black eyes widened unconsciously, and followed the black cat Sergio, looking at each other silently, feeling at a loss.

The black-haired woman who just raised her foot and wanted to come here to pose for them immediately raised the camera, and with a "click", took a picture of this scene——

The blond-haired teenager staring at the black cat stupidly, raised his tail high and wagging the tip of his tail. He was a beautiful black cat who was both probing and a little bit apologetic, and stood aside watching this scene, The tenderness contained in the sky blue eyes seems to flow out of the blond boy.

The years are quiet and the world is stable.

Such a sentence flashed through the mind of the brunette woman.

So she spoke, with a smile in her voice.

"Hold him, little mister, Sergio likes you very much, and he hopes to make friends with you."

Tate was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously glanced at the black-haired woman, and then looked at Rafael for help, and stuttered, "Hold, hug him?"

"Meow~" the black cat leaned over, meowing sweetly and rubbing against Tate's calf.

The smile on Rafael's lips deepened, he raised his chin and said, "The little guy likes you very much, dear."

Tate's legs froze, the toes of his sneakers tensed.

like him?

Shouldn't such a young and beautiful life like Raffaele and then avoid him?

"Mi woo~~"

Perhaps it was because he was frozen for a long time. The black-haired woman holding the camera looked at Tate patiently, but the little black cat at his feet was not happy.

Since it was young, no two-legged beast can resist its beauty and coquettishness!

So, instead of rubbing against Tate's trouser legs to show its closeness, it stood up and put its two front paws directly on Tate's knees.It raised its small head, looked straight at Tate with its big yellow-orange eyes, and gurgled in its throat.

The author has something to say:

#818The duo who began to take pictures and abuse dogs after they were introduced to the east.#

Raffaele: Eggplant~

Tate: Blush.jpg

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Look at my 40-meter broadsword throwing a grenade, and a passer-by throwing a mine, thank you dear~