[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter16 Oolong Circus

March 2010, 3 Oolong Circus

I start this blog with a face of sodium chloride crystals and a pair of goldfish eyes.Of course, this is not the result of crying. In fact, the 48 hours of sleepless nights are the culprit.

For the sake of blog hits and for the criminals, I put up my own image in glory, all thanks to the evil Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, ever since I fell into the wolf den of 221B, I have been telling myself repeatedly that I am always equal to the brat Sherlock, just like the thin and unattractive Jane Eyre declared to Mr. Rochester, Doesn't change with using his credit card, doing all the housework, being responsible for feeding him, or the huge gap in height and IQ...but it turns out that the babysitter is where John H. Watson belongs, as for the appeal of equality , we'll have to wait until we're across the grave and stand before God—if God doesn't happen to reject Sherlock because of his mouth.

Sometimes, I really feel overwhelmed and annoyed.This person stole my Browning and bombarded the wall in the middle of the night, and sent text messages to harass me in all directions (it can be summed up as "come when you have nothing to do" and "come when you have nothing to do"). He doesn't give the goldfish any sympathy, and most of the time he behaves like a precise crime-solving machine, and he never thinks there is anything wrong with doing so, as if all his emotional needs have been listed on his "Boring list".

Such a guy who is so hateful that he gnashes his teeth is surprisingly fascinating.For example, he walks around among the traders of the investment bank in a funny dance posture, cute, cute and funny, and when he puts all the clues into those colorful and shining cat eyes, it seems like an astronomical figure. Money stopped flowing.

"As a straight, straight man, it's hard not to be infected by Sherlock's charm... How to explain his natural attractiveness?" This question has been incubating in my mind for a long time, and it broke ground before I knew it out, before I knew it.

"If you're willing to listen, Johnny, maybe I can explain it to you." Dr. Lecter's thin and tall figure stands against the cold gray white background, as if the figure was cut out from a medieval oil painting and pasted 1000 years later Like in the photo.

"Very happy, Dr. Lecter." I am very curious, but also can't wait, after all, Dr. Hannibal Lecter is famous for being able to read people's hearts.

"First of all, little Sherlock Holmes's body language is very decent, there is no irrelevant pompous behavior." The doctor stretched out his wire-like right arm and raised his wrist up. I immediately realized that it was Sherlock calling a taxi. Che's usual actions, "Every movement of his, every look in his eyes is very direct and to the point, straight to the point, his posture and facial expressions are decisive and full of power."

Makes sense.

"Secondly, there's an element of contradiction in his body language, where he often seems to be indifferent to his own demeanor, comes across as cold and unsympathetic. There's a tightly controlled sense of control in his body language and facial expressions. Calm and sane, with a bit of mystery, humor and self-exclusion mixed in with him, and at the same time he was a child, and only a child could be as selfless and innocent as he was—complications and contradictions that often drive people crazy."

Unconsciously.

"His air of aloofness and aloofness makes him seem asexual, and that makes women — and men — scramble for him. But he's also elusive."

Light a candle for Sherlock fans.

"This is a man who is always in charge, and he knows how to do it. That ability always makes a man attractive."

Oh, the Holmes brothers are control freaks!

"Plus he has a great voice, like a high-profile concert. A man with an unconventional handsome face, coupled with a magnetic deep voice..."

"I have all the clues I want, John, let's go."

I should really record Sherlock's words and post them on the Internet, so that the people of the world can enjoy the feeling of having their ears pregnant.

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After making long-winded complaints, I can finally describe the case calmly.It all started with Sherlock and I going to the bank.

We were called in by an old classmate of his whom we hadn't seen in eight years, a man who was a banker, just as I'd dreamed of.To be honest, I quite like him (although this guy made me realize a sad fact: men in London seem to be taller than me), after all, not many people put your * After turning everything upside down, he can still ask for details with a smile.This guy is mature, humorous, tactful, capable, and good at pleasing people. No wonder he can sit in the widest and brightest office on the top floor of Tower 27 in the City of Finance at the age of 42, and at the same time, he can sign five-figure checks with a stroke of pen.

Of course, even bankers can't have everything they want, like someone broke into the office in the middle of the night yesterday, but it seemed that they only did it for graffiti.

A streak of yellow paint covered the eyes of the former governor, Sir William, like a strip of cloth, but CCTV did not capture who the calligrapher was.To be honest, he is really a bad calligrapher. Look at the "one", he didn't even implement the most basic silkworm head and swallow tail.

Sherlock circled between the pillars and the screen like a big cat whirling and strutting, and traders had to be careful not to step on his tail.I tried to strike up a conversation with his old classmate, but my roommate gave me an awkward and wary look that made me shudder.He became more arrogant, domineering, and bombastic than usual, and I had to leave Sebastian and hold on to Sherlock.

As every time in the past, Sherlock reasoned out our goals.According to him, we had to talk to a trader named Eddie Van Koo who was in charge of the Hong Kong account.

Given that I know a little about China, Sherlock asked me in a very rare way, if I could get any message from this warning. I said that the stroke covering the president's eyes was probably the Chinese character "一". There is no comment for a group.

Sherlock was so excited that he jumped three feet high (only children can jump like that), he even rubbed my head - thank God my hair is short enough!

With a cute face that is "harmless to humans and animals" (although this face is too long to fit in the camera), Sherlock successfully made Van Koo's upstairs let down the guard, and even allowed him to borrow the balcony.

By the time we got to the apartment, which looked exactly like his office, he was dead.

Sherlock's eyes instantly become fully charged cameras, ready to capture and record the tiniest of details.

Lestrade's absence slowed the case considerably, as Inspector Dimock insisted repeatedly that the trader's death had been a suicide.

I have to admit that this is quite convincing to Goldfish, um, a locked bedroom, a gun in hand, a dead man... If the only consulting detective in the world hadn't easily found some clues, the whole incident seemed to be true. Like suicide.

Then, as usual, Sherlock is "surprised" that we didn't notice that the deceased was left-handed and the muzzle was on the right.The sad thing is that even with their eyes as wide as houses, the goldfish can't observe things that are "easy to eat" for him.

Then, as if to prove him right, another case happened: a journalist died in a locked bedroom.

Long story short, I got the journalist's diary at Scotland Yard and agreed with Inspector Dimock about Sherlock's irritating temper; while the detective went to the trader's assistant and got his previous itinerary .

This brought us to a Lucky Cat store in Chinatown, where he finally figured out that the graffiti were Suzhou Mazi - a term I'm sure most Chinese people have never heard of - and I bought a Lucky Cat, I hope it can bring good luck to me who is unemployed and heavily in debt.

Then, Sherlock noticed that the apartment opposite the shop had been unoccupied for three days, and the windows were open.He jumped up and climbed up the ladder. In order to prevent the lone and single-handed detective from leaving me standing outside, I quickly jumped up and joined him uninvited.

Sherlock held out his black leather gloved hand, and I froze on the rusty iron ladder.I thought he wanted to ask me for a mobile phone or something, but it took me a long time to realize that he was just trying to give me a hand.

Maybe I've been bullied and abused by my roommate for so long that I feel dizzy when I put my hand on his broad, thick, slender hand—or maybe I'm just too grateful?

Then we had an encounter with the little guy who was flying over the wall.Through training in the army, I found that this invader from China has learned internal boxing—not as magical as in "Shaolin Temple" and "Kung Fu Bear". Practicing Qigong guides the strength from the legs to the waist, and then to the shoulders, elbows, wrists, and hands.Sherlock and I outflanked him without stopping him.

Afterwards, detective Aojiao complained: "Fortunately, China's exit visas are very strict, otherwise the world would be occupied by them."

Next we found the owner Su Lin who was hiding in the museum. Sherlock rushed out to confront the "spider", while I stayed inside to protect her.By God, hearing the sound of gunshots echoing in the museum, I almost wanted to rush out to find him desperately - even though there was still a young girl who needed protection, even though Sherlock was an unkillable Xiaoqiang...

"Spider" came in, his pistol was out, and he knocked my Browning aside.No way, we had to wrestle into a ball with bare hands.I have to say, if I hadn't practiced some hard qigong and could resist for a while, I would have been strangled to death as soon as I came up.

Su Lin is a good girl, she seized the opportunity to trigger the alarm system. "Spider" found that he couldn't knock me down immediately, so he became a hero for a while, and left without suffering the immediate loss.

With the help of Su Lin, we quickly cracked the code, found the Empress Dowager Cixi's jade hairpin (on the head of Fan Ku's assistant), and destroyed the Peking Opera actor's killer circus in one fell swoop.

The whole case made me feel groggy.From a simple burglary to a fight with a smuggling group, the progress is amazing.Sure enough, with Sherlock, I'm never bored.

Of course, thinking that 100 years ago, a large number of Chinese cultural relics were taken away by us, and 100 years later, they secretly used the remaining treasures for smuggling for profit, which made me feel a little bit emotional.

After the case was over, I asked for Su Lin's contact information, and we had a good talk.She's a smart, gentle, classy oriental girl with dark hair and snow skin, petite, and we might have been able to develop further (provided Sherlock wouldn't text bomb me on a date), but God obviously didn't want me Live a normal life, not even for a second...

20 comments

(1) Three Continents John, have you changed your taste recently?

BM (Bill Murray)

(2) What about your roommate, John? HW (Harry Watson)

(3) I am very relieved to hear that you have a good time with Inspector Dimock (not) GL

(4) What about my analysis and reasoning, John?Was it eaten by you with the last milk left? PS: The milk is gone, buy it if you have nothing to do, and buy it if you have something to do. SH

(5) Can't you share the shopping just one more time? ! JW

(6) My credit card is with you. SH

(7) Ok, I'll go buy...JW

(8) Note that a sentence should end with a period, and an ellipsis may be abused. SH

(9) Please pay attention to the influence, don't flirt in public!Fuhua is the cutest

(10) Am I crooked in everyone's eyes? ? ? JW

(11) You obviously didn't take my advice to heart, doctor, and you haven't had enough of this freak? SD (Sally Donvano)

(12) SHERLOCK!I am your big fan! Little Jim in the IT department

(13) Please move to the website of scientific deductive method. JW

(14) Another case closed, please convey my deepest concern to Sherlock. MH

(15)...Come on, one of you counts as one, why do you have to find me when you are looking for Sherlock! I'm a soldier and I have bad days! JW

(16) Book me a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow, John, I'm going to Birmingham. SH

(17) DAMN!Can wiggling your fingers damage your omnipotent brain? !By the way, what do you want to eat tonight?Chinese food? JW

(18) I thought the only thing we had in common was that we both liked women, John.I have to say that you are getting more and more virtuous. LOLHW

(19) I found a new method of cress from "Culinary Dictionary", maybe we can try it.See you at Harrods, Little John. HL

(20) Count me in? BW