[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

If you find it troublesome, I can go back. "

Sherlock's eyelids twitched slightly, he seemed to be making Jasmine unhappy again?So he quickly explained: "Oh, no, of course you can."

Jasmine said weakly: "Thank you."

Sherlock had a long stride, and Jasmine concluded that Sherlock's legs were too long. She asked, "Where are you going?"

Sherlock was deep in thought, and felt a little uncomfortable with Jasmine's interruption, but he still replied patiently: "Visit this club."

Jasmine's day was really inexplicable, she frowned: "What club?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and made a gesture to repel mosquitoes. Although this gesture was quite like a neurotic, he said, "I don't know."

Jasmine obviously ignored this gesture, and continued to ask: "What if you are not allowed in?"

Sherlock finally couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly stood where he was, and because it was too sudden, Jasmine bumped his head into Sherlock's tobacco-smelling coat before he could stop. His back was so hard that it hurt Jasmine's forehead , Shylock was bumped by Jasmine, and his tone eased a lot. He tried his best to look kind and said: "Oh, don't ask Jasmine anymore. I need to be quiet."

Jasmine: "..."

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After Sherlock left, Mycroft answered the phone and left. Moriarty said goodbye to John and left.

At four o'clock in the afternoon in London, the sky began to clear up, which made people feel relaxed. It was an inexplicable day. I stretched my waist and asked, "What should we do?"

Moriarty stopped walking when he heard my words, so I stopped with him, and he looked at me with a half-smile, who knows what he was thinking.

When I was in a daze, the shadow came to my face, with a strong scent of AcquadiParma, Moriarty was very close to me, his skin was well maintained, as if it had a soft focus, his eyebrows It is also neatly arranged, and the eyelashes are distinct. This is a gene that I, an oriental, can't envy. His eyes are green and black in the sun, which makes me unable to distinguish his real eye color. His facial features match He is unusually harmonious, even very handsome, feminine and personable, with a straight nose, deep eye sockets, and translucent white teeth, especially complementing his flexible and sharp eyes.His hair was also meticulously done, and the gushing heat breathed on my face, and my eyes were filled with his face, so that I could no longer see other things.

You can't see the blue sky and white clouds, and you can't see the pedestrians passing by.

The gloomy gaze still made me shudder.

He spoke every word extremely slowly and with a pleasant tone, as if reciting a certain poem by Keats, he suddenly leaned to my ear, and his breath made my ears itchy "My Z , life is short and we need to enjoy ourselves." After speaking, he slowly left my ears.

pleasure?I smiled lightly, raised my neck to narrow the height gap with him, and said, "I'm here to have fun, will you pay for it?"

Moriarty showed an unquestionable expression, and his eyes locked on me: "Of course, what a pleasure it is to spend for the beautiful lady." These words seemed to be that he had really become a handsome young man.However, I am really happy when he said that. There is a guy who is willing to spend money to take advantage of me. May I ask which woman is not happy?However, I thought about Sherlock and Jasmine who were leaving in a hurry, and thought it would be better to get down to business, so I said, "Aren't you going to help?"

Hearing this, Moriarty moved his hands behind him, and said lightly, "These little things are a waste of life."

I suddenly thought of some little things about Molly and Moriarty that John told me.

Rolling his eyes, he laughed and said, "Wasting life? What about love?"

Moriarty seemed dishonest about the question, as he replied, "Never!"

I asked in a rather surprised tone: "Then how did I hear that Jasmine Amber is your ex-girlfriend?"

Moriarty frowned, looking unhappy: "Really? Who? Sherlock? Mycroft?"

Obviously he was not right, I kindly sent the correct answer: "John."

When Moriarty heard that it was John, he rolled his eyes and said in disdain, "Oh, the little gossip of ordinary people."

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Guess who's next?" Moriarty answered irrelevantly.

Hearing what Moriarty said, it aroused my sense of crisis. The car accident they said Mrs. Hudson seemed to add to the seriousness of this matter. I straightened my thoughts: "You mean... there will be more Next?"

"Sure," Moriarty said, "do you think any of us would be put off by such an innocuous little warning?"

I raised my eyelids and thought about it, and retorted: "It's not innocuous to Sherlock."

Moriah was opening his mouth as if I had told a good joke: "Whocares?"

Seeing him like this, I had no choice but to go back to his question just now and answer obediently: "All Right, then, I guess it's McCoff."

He sighed: "No."

I'm puzzled, it stands to reason that everyone around Sherlock may be in danger, is there a certain order?

I asked: "Why?"

"Because he was so important," Moriarty said.

I continued to guess: "John?"

Moriarty was already impatient. He rolled his eyes, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and said slowly, "The balance has tilted."

Then... there is only Jasmine, and I only know this person: "Jasmine Amber..."

Moriarty rubbed his temples disappointedly: "There are only three people in total, and you finally guessed right."

I just found an excuse to save face and said, "Well, it's your ex-girlfriend after all, so I don't dare to guess."

Moriarty smiled like a playboy, pursed his lips and raised his left eyebrow with a smile: "If it wasn't because we were strangers, I would have thought you were jealous."

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I picked my ears: "To be honest, do you think Sherlock Holmes and Jasmine Hope seem to have a story."

Anyway, with my sharp eyes, I always feel that the atmosphere between Sherlock Holmes and Jasmine's Amber Sword is a bit weird, as if a tacit understanding is taking shape.Just when Jasmine Amber entered the room, she walked towards Sherlock almost subconsciously, and Sherlock's body involuntarily turned sideways in the direction Jasmine Amber came.

Anyway, if someone bets me, I'm willing to pay 100 pounds!

Moriarty lazily responded, "Maybe."

As she said that, the hand hanging on the trouser line moved slightly, and said: "I like her very much." At the same time, an invisible flying butterfly transformed into an invisible butterfly and tracked Jasmine. As long as she is in danger, I can protect her in time.As for why, maybe the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?I don't know either, after all, Jasmine Amber's side was supposed to be occupied by me.

"You've been wearing this dress for two days," Moriarty said suddenly, pointing to my dress.

"That's right, I don't have any other clothes." I shrugged helplessly.

"Then...it's time to enjoy it." Moriarty took out his cell phone, not knowing who to call.

In this gap, Mr. System came to visit, I rubbed my eyes, if I read correctly, why does that 3D character look so much like a program developer of our company.

[System prompt: Mr. Gu, due to unexpected circumstances, the space-time link is out of order, you may have to suspend the experience after this mission. 】

I:……

"Are you a real person now?" I asked in disbelief, fearing that it might be a trap for the next space-time mission.

"Mr. Gu...I'm Xiao Zhang." He bared his trademark big teeth as he spoke, and continued: "Let me tell you, so you can let go of this experience. There is no limit to your ability, as long as You have a comfortable experience, don't... don't fire us." As he spoke, the screen moved, and a technology developer from Yishui's company appeared on the screen.

I couldn't help my forehead, and urged: "Get out, get out."

What the fuck?Can this system experience be so capricious?

The author has something to say: it is too broken to write out 8000 words a day... The quality may not be very good, so I will fix it tomorrow.

Sherlock 08

This clubhouse named Imperiumrex sits in the middle of Rockveld Street, with Felba's tailor shop on the left and the Cedrus family property on the right.When it comes to tailor shops, everyone will be surprised. In this era of materialistic desires, the word tailor seems to have drifted away from modern life, especially in a street like Rockwell Street where political power and money benefits are mixed. , there is a special reason for opening a tailor shop here.

Jasmine changed into a pair of lacquered white Mary Jane shoes. There were two huge pearls dotted on the toe of the shoes. In Sherlock's eyes, it was as stupid as two quail eggs glued on.

"Ferba Tailor Shop? Is it really strange to open here?" Jasmine's shoes are not suitable for brisk walking. Although they are only two or three inches thick with heels, they are like stilts for people who are severely deprived of sleep.

"Yep! Stupid choice, isn't it?" Sherlock raised his eyelids and took a quick glance, then put his hand into his coat pocket and stared ahead.

"Stupid? You mean this store?" Jasmine looked carefully at the very British-style storefront decoration.