[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter40Smart sexy^

When Mycroft's expensive and shiny hand-made custom-made leather shoes stepped heavily on Sherlock's white sheet, and the white, Greek robe-like sheet slipped from his strong shoulders, at that moment, it was like a magician lifted the cloth cover, Watson was dazzled by the exposed skin, muscles and bones...

His tall, thin and thin body was gone, and his well-proportioned and muscular muscles and smooth undulating lines shone in the most noble room of the British Empire... He was so graceful and so strong...

Watson only felt thankful, fortunately, he had received good training as a military doctor, cultivated a relatively strong body and an unshakable, resolute spirit like steel, in addition to running with Sherlock on the streets of London at all times. Greatly improved cardiopulmonary function, if he is just an ordinary 30-year-old man who works from nine to five, I am afraid that just thinking about the picture in front of him, his alveoli will burst due to overbreathing, and his poor heart will surely imitate Symptoms of acute myocarditis.

Abnormal Human Research Center is up!It is impossible for John Century Straight Man Watson to have such a violent reaction to his cohabitant's bare back and waistline, he is a normal man!

But after another thought, Watson straightened his eyes and erased the black line on the short gray-blonde hair: You see, an ordinary man on earth, with a high-functioning anti-social personality, a consulting detective with arrears in EQ, and special effects on human organs The obsessive psychiatrist and psychiatrist doctor live together, neighbors with the Gotham prince who is leading the earth in black technology, and alien visitors with amnesia, with the eyeballs in the microwave, the head in the refrigerator and the fingers in the butter box, and live righteously He even enjoyed it so much... In all fairness, it was hard for Watson to believe that he could remain normal.

"You're employed by the most dignified man in the country, so, for God's sake!" Mycroft said like a father yelling at his disobedient rebellious son, "Put your clothes on!"

"I'm actually looking forward to Sherlock's undressing catwalk." Watson straightened his back, straightened his eyes, and stared straight ahead.

"And I won't let you do it now." Sherlock walked down the steps.

Mycroft's men prepared a solid black suit for the consulting detective, from jacket to shirt, from socks to shoes, in different shades of black.

His rather plump muscles were hidden by the tight clothes. At this time, Sherlock was completely sunk into the sofa, with a casual, lazy, and stubborn attitude refusing the tie. The two buttons on the neckline were loosely open, looking willful, thin and harmless.

God knows how deceiving Sherlock's appearance is...

He moved forward on the sofa and took Irene Adler's portfolio from his brother, his whole body flowing under the suit.Watson thought secretly, if Rodin's "The Thinker" was knocked off the stone seat and placed on the sofa in Buckingham Palace, the shape might be similar, but Sherlock is warm, flexible, and smells good. It's very comfortable to touch... except that it weighs him down every night.

If Sherlock hadn't pulled out the picture of Irene Adler, Watson would still be immersed in cranky thoughts.

This woman wasn't young enough or pretty enough, at least not up to the standard of a magazine model, but her haughty and flamboyant aura could catch people at first glance, even if it was only on a flat two-dimensional picture.

But Watson became more and more wrong.

The famous "Sad Queen" in the photo is simply a replica of Sherlock - at least a sexually reversed version.

Look at the high and full forehead, how much dark curly hair covers the forehead, look at the high sharp nose, and the high cheekbones that are not to be outdone, and look at the skinny face and The neck, the same tall and thin figure and the curve of the waist, by the way, there are also a pair of eyes with translucent irises of a very similar color...

"How can I help you? Pay her, now, as much as you want, as Miss Adler said on her website, I'm willing to bet." Sherlock turned to get his coat, his neckline was even more open, this Let Watson see more deeply, those hidden shadows, and the ups and downs...

"She doesn't want anything," Mycroft raised his eyebrows indifferently, and dropped the heavy bait that made Sherlock's heart itch. "She contacted us, she told us the existence of these photos, and she said there was no use They come to extort money or favors."

The surprise on Sherlock's face faded, and a trace of excited smile of meeting his opponent spread to his glassy cat eyes and pursed lips. His voice was drawn out and deep: "Oh, apowerplay. Play with the most powerful family in the whole of England. It's a power struggle. It's a 'sadistic queen,' and it's so much more interesting."

The Sherlock Holmes family is indeed a control freak...

"Sherlock..."

Hearing the cohabitant's call with grievances, Sherlock, who fell into the case-handling mode, took off his clasped hands on his lips, unreasonably, he didn't rush to get dressed and leave, instead, he looked down into the cohabitant's eyes. With round blue eyes, and in the same deep voice, "You think I'm the same thing as 'The Sadist Queen'?"

"At least the people who are with you are definitely masochists..." Watson muttered in a low voice, and then raised his voice, "Aren't you going to have a 007-style affair?"

"Although my brain has deleted the data related to 007, this does not prevent me from answering 'no'." He put his right hand on Watson's lap, like an arrogant and noble cat stretching its paw, "I am not A daffodil enchanted by its own reflection."

"You actually read Greek mythology?! When?!" Watson jumped up, and Sherlock's hand slipped from his lap, just like a bed sheet slipped off Sherlock's shoulders.

His eyes are like the night sky without light pollution: "Because Dr. Lecter said, you are a human of the golden generation, John, and you are the patron saint floating in midair."

oh sherlock...

Watson's mood also rose inexplicably.

Teddy remained afloat until they returned to 221B and Sherlock started frantically trying on and changing clothes.

All kinds of uniforms took turns, and every time Sherlock changed into a different person, he made a lot of noise, had a bad temper, and scratched his curly hair in a mess... Watson suddenly discovered that a pair of How necessary are eyes that emit heat vision.

Well, the aggrieved Watson and the aggrieved Clark looked at each other, as if they had gained comfort, encouragement and courage from each other's miserable lives.

"John/Clark's life is so horrible, but he is still strong and brave! It is worth learning!"

"Oh God, I'm scheduled to interview the 'Sad Queen' Miss Irene Adler today!" Clark suddenly broke free from Bruce and jumped off the sofa, like a mouse being chased by a cat (except for the unscientific size), he hung up in a hurry On the press card, the royal blue rope almost strangled his neck (if a Kryptonian’s neck can be strangled by a chemical fiber rope from the earth), "Why are you looking at me like this? Are you planning to come with me?"

So, the two pairs of best partners (a pair of current best and a pair of former best) got into a Lamborghini owned by Bruce, and presented their unilateral "sweet love" to Irene Adler and Catherine grandly and aboveboard. "A secluded residence" set out.

Miss Catherine was plump and beautiful, with a sweet smile and delicate makeup, but Watson subconsciously decided that she was not his type.

He is more and more inclined to be taller and slender, preferably with snow skin, black hair, and plain face...

Four men of uneven height and figure filled the living room, occupying the originally spacious space with an explosive sense of presence.

When Irene Adler appeared in their eyes wearing the Emperor's New Clothes, the four men reacted differently:

Watson touched his chin earnestly, and fell into deep thought silently with an expression of not being in the service area: Except for having chest but no muscles, Irene's body is exactly the same as Sherlock's, thin, tight, fair, with a curved waist and hips It's charming.

Bruce raised his eyebrows with great interest, from the thighs, to the waist, to the chest, and finally the face... He used the eyes of an expert playboy to appreciate the naked body in front of him, and then took off his own The jacket was draped over Irene's shoulders in a gentlemanly manner.

Clarke country boy Kent blushed, but he still conscientiously performed the duties of a reporter: interviewing.

Sherlock looked at such a seductive and glamorous female body coldly with such calm reasoning eyes, his eyes were no different from when he was observing those corpses in the morgue of Barts Hospital.

"It's a pity that I'm the only one to take off the disguise, gentlemen." The woman sat down gracefully. "If you want some refreshments, I can ask the maid to bring them. It's no worse than what Buckingham Palace and billionaires drink."

"Deeply honored, my queen," Bruce said dandyly—a mask he hadn't used on anyone other than Clark in a long time.

"Do you know the biggest shortcoming of camouflage, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Wayne? No matter how hard you try, you can only paint a self-portrait." Irene crossed one leg gracefully, the ring on her hand was shining, "A self-important , advocating some kind of strength—that strength is himself; the other struggling desperately on the edge of the abyss, trying not to become a total patient—thank God, fortunately, there are still people who love you.” She moved her pale green eyes to The gentler-looking men shrunk the corners of their mouths, pursed them lightly, and then raised them slightly.

The little reporter opened his blue eyes in confusion, but Watson expressed his complicated feelings with "hehe", then changed the subject clumsily and said, "I suggest you wear something on your lap, for example, a tissue?"

"Why, do you feel exposed?" Irene leaned forward with her upper body and asked with a pun.

"John has been exposed long ago, Miss Adler." Sherlock, who had always been silent, was suddenly startled.

The author has something to say: Juanjuan's face was so short when he was young!This unscientific!

Can anyone tell me which version of Sherlock Holmes this is!So mature, good demeanor and good flavor!