[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

The hole was locked tightly, reflecting the reflection of the small notebook in his sexy and charming eyes, and his thick eyebrows seemed to be clenched between the brows, and he called out: "John, I think you should take a look at this, and pray to God Not too much."

John was immersed in great panic and couldn't extricate himself, but seeing Sherlock's serious expression also made him realize the seriousness of the matter: "What?" There were bursts of cold sweat.

It was an anonymous email with only a short line of words——

"Don't mind your own business, or you will be hurt and innocent."

(Don't meddle in your own business or you will hurt innocent people.)

Underneath this line, a false pseudonym, Shirley, was also signed.

John looked at Sherlock inexplicably: "Threat? What kind of case did you take?"

Before the words were finished, Sherlock slapped the table again. He hurriedly got up and shouted at John: "It's Hudson! It's Mrs. Hudson! Come on, John! Take Rose!"

He grabbed the coat hanging on the hook and hurried out of 221B, followed by John holding Rose.

"What's going on?" John was used to being treated like a fool. He hadn't exercised for a long time, so he was a little out of breath.At this time, a speeding ambulance made his heart beat faster, and his facial expression was a little uncontrollable.Subconsciously calling Sherlock: "SH..."

"It's facing the street! Shirley! Sherry! Mrs. Hudson! They're warning me with this!" Sherlock ran to another street with an anxious look on his face. John was holding Rose in his arms, and naturally his speed couldn't match Sherlock's. , he followed behind and shouted, "What the hell is the case!"

Sherlock heard it, but this was not the time to tell John. He suddenly couldn't restrain his excitement, his desire for unknown dangers, his voice was a little trembling, with a unique British tone, as if thousands of soldiers were ready to go. Waiting for an order, he suddenly turned around, walked backwards, opened his arms, and shouted at John: "The Game Has Never stopped!" (The game has never stopped.)

Jasmine never imagined that sleeping has become the most extravagant thing in the world.As soon as she took off her shoes and climbed into her comfortable little bed, John's phone rang without warning.She answered in a daze, and there was John's anxious voice and the crying of the child on the other end of the phone.

"Molly! Mrs. Hudson was in a car accident!"

With just one sentence, Jasmine's drowsiness was completely broken. She hurriedly stomped on her shoes, hailed a taxi, and went straight to Butts Hospital.

An hour later, Jasmine arrived in a hurry. She thought Sherlock and John were the only ones in the ward.But she never expected that she saw her long-lost ex-ex-ex-boyfriend here.God, what's going on?

She blinked her eyes hard, and once again met Moriarty's bottomless black eyes, the Jim she once thought was a shy and excitable Jim, long after his "great achievements" in criminal history. Totally disillusioned.

"Oh! Molly!" John had expected this embarrassing situation a long time ago, he was always the one to ease the atmosphere, and this time was no exception.

If Sherlock hadn't told him in advance that the two had formed a cooperative relationship, he believed that seeing Moriarty's expression, he would have been as dumbfounded as Jasmine.

"Hello, Jasmine." Mycroft stood in front of the window, smoking a pipe, and nodded to Jasmine.

"Smoking is not allowed in the ward." Jasmine locked her eyes on the tortoiseshell pipe in McCoff's hand and raised her eyebrows.

"It's an electronic cigarette, Jasmine, it's an electronic cigarette." Mycroft showed a smug smile, which made Jasmine lose the desire to continue communicating with him.

Jasmine frowned, looked around, and her eyes fell on the oriental face of the petite figure beside Moriarty with unusually bright pupils. The woman in front of her was as beautiful as Venus in Greek mythology, and she also had Cypriot hair. She is charming, with a strong exotic gentleness, small and exquisite, beautiful and agile, her dark eyes are like black grapes from Sicily, and her lips are fresh and soft like petals.After she met the oriental woman's eyes, the woman showed a kind and gentle smile, and she couldn't help feeling inexplicably fond of this woman.

Then, Jasmine timidly approached Sherlock, lowered her voice and asked, "...they..."

Sherlock glanced at Moriarty, patted Jasmine on the shoulder intentionally and said, "How is it? Reunion with ex-boyfriend?"

"..." Jasmine stared silently at Sherlock, she just felt embarrassed.

Instead, Moriarty said leisurely, "Long time no see, Jasmine."

Jasmine smiled coyly, "Long time no see, Jim."

Sherlock 07

Moriarty always seems to be unexpectedly gentle towards women: "Oh, let me introduce you, this is Zero, strange name, huh?"

strange name?He shrugged noncommittally.

Jasmine is obviously not used to my name, her mouth is thin, and the lip line is blurred, making it hard to tell what her mouth looks like, but her eyes are very pitiful, just gathered under the eye sockets. The heavy dark circles under her eyes were a sign she needed a good night's sleep.

Her voice is soft and sweet: "Zero"

I like her voice, and I can't help softening my voice because of her thin and frail appearance. I enthusiastically waved to her: "Hi, Jasmine, I know you."

Jasmine smiled: "Hi, Nicetomeetyou!"

Sherlock clapped his hands suddenly, and the loud high-five made it impossible not to move his eyes to him. He raised his neck and said, "Okay, Mrs. Hudson is just in a coma. Of course, this is still thanks to her windfall. A luxury trot, otherwise, she wouldn't be lying here."

Everyone present raised their eyebrows when they heard the words. They still couldn't understand how Sherlock's head worked to spit out such inappropriate words.

John frowned: "So, can you find out who it is?"

Out of surprise, Jasmine poked her neck forward, revealing her fair neck: "What? Wait, isn't it an accident?"

Sherlock glanced over with a look of "what kind of stupid question are you asking?", and raised his voice, "Of course not, Jasmine!"

Jasmine hurriedly asked, "What about the driver who caused the accident?"

McCoff interjected at the right time: "The driver who caused the accident was killed on the spot, but we can't find any clues just from his identity."

Sherlock waved his hand and spoke very fast: "No, there is always a clue."

Mycroft turned his gaze to Moriarty beside me, "What do you think?" I followed suit.Moriarty first made eye contact with me, with a strange expression like a puppet doll, and then moved a little bit towards Mycroft, slowly, and said in a strange tone: "Me? Shouldn't it be Showtime incarnate of justice at this time?"

Sherlock didn't seem to like Moriarty's self-effacement, and said, "Come on, fairy tales also need the appearance of a big villain."

Moriarty took a deep breath, exhaled towards the ceiling, shook his head and sighed frequently: "When you were playing the tragic scene, I looked at the driving route of the deceased in the past six months, and the interesting thing is that in this month's NO .15, he went to a street that he had never been before."

Everyone was silent, all looking at Moriarty.

Moriarty seemed to be unable to bear the feeling of being surrounded by the crowd, and he began to shake his eyebrows impatiently: "Rockveld Street!" He paused, and continued: "Of course, there are indeed successful people there. Of course, it’s nothing more than a rat’s nest to me. The clubhouse he went to is the starting point of the clue.”

"Whitch?" John asked.

Moriarty looked at John helplessly, showing a pitiful expression: "Oh, poor John, sometimes you need to use your brain. If you don't use your brain, it's not good if it gets rusty."

Mycroft suddenly thought of someone, and he called out, "It's Staco, Staco Tambo, a member of the House of Lords."

Sherlock showed a meaningful smile: "Start with him!"

Sherlock's speed was too fast, John hugged Rose and didn't know what to do, but subconsciously told Sherlock to wait for him: "Sherlock! Wait!"

"John!" Mycroft called John suddenly, looking at Jasmine who was stunned and at a loss.

John immediately understood. From this point of view, McCoff can be regarded as a good brother, at least he knows how to care about his brother's emotional problems.So John put on a friendly smile and said to Jasmine: "Oh! Molly, it's better for you to go with me, I have a consultation in the afternoon!"

Jasmine was puzzled: "Me?"

John changed into a begging tone: "Please, Molly." It seemed that he really couldn't spare the time.

Jasmine hugged her shoulders weakly and sighed: "Okay." But she still had the feeling in her heart that Sherlock had always dismissed her.However, she still opened the door and left, and when Jasmine followed, Sherlock had already gone a long way.

She ran to catch up, panting, Sherlock turned around and saw Jasmine, subconsciously blurted out: "Why did you follow?"

Hearing this, Jasmine lowered her eyes silently, then slowly raised her eyelids, suppressing her grievances, and said in a weak and soft voice, "Oh, John said he had a consultation in the afternoon, he probably thought you needed help, oh, if