[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

It is inconspicuous, not as luxurious and elegant as the Imperiumrex club, nor as modern as the modern design of the Cedrus family business, but Jasmine knows that it is absolutely easy to open a macaron shop on Rockweed Street.

"Do you know who this tailor shop serves?" Sherlock suddenly slowed down, approached Jasmine and asked, his voice was low and hoarse, adding to the mystery.

"The royal family?" Jasmine replied.

"Wrong answer!" Sherlock's face was serious, and he turned to distance himself from Jasmine. He said that the tone was elongated, as if the tone of a violin ran into his mouth: "Well... this tailor shop, you look Nothing special, but if you are the right person, then you will have the most sophisticated suit in the world, well-cut, bullet-proof and life-saving, from the cuffs to the neckline, everything is a masterpiece of sophisticated technology, here are two try One of the clothes rooms is unremarkable, while the other one is a masterpiece of careful polishing from neckties to cuffs, umbrellas to pistols. Therefore, it looks like a tailor shop to you, but it is a tailor shop. A gift shop for the Empire's finest agents."

Jasmine looked at Sherlock's eloquent appearance, her eyes were a little obsessed, she just liked this kind of Sherlock, the light in his eyes seemed to be as bright as the sun and the moon.

"How do you know?" Jasmine suddenly caught the point. She didn't believe that Sherlock could be an agent, but how did he know what was in the other fitting room.

"Oh, come on, Mycroft Holmes' younger brother, I once used his ID to break into Baskerville's secret experimental base, and even imprisoned the Oros Prison, not to mention this small tailor shop, and , When people walk in the rivers and lakes, there are always a few old friends, right?" Sherlock was a little embarrassed at the end.

Jasmine doesn't know what Sherlock is talking about, is he still a friend?She would never believe that Sherlock really has so many old friends, so she snorted, "Friend? No."

Sherlock didn't care either, and followed Jasmine and said, "Right! Not a friend."

Jasmine looked at Sherlock's back, and said silently in her heart: I really can't stand you.But the look in her eyes became softer. For her, being by Sherlock's side was a very happy thing.Even though every time she went to see Sherlock, she would struggle in front of the mirror whether to wear lipstick or not, whether to comb her hair or let it loose, whether to show enthusiasm or try to be indifferent, but she was willing to do so.

The sky was getting dark, and the two of them approached the imperiumrex club together. Imperiumrex is Latin, which means the king of the empire. Although Jasmine was not very good at Latin when she was in school, she was still good. The king of the empire seemed like a heavy fantasy Patient's struggle for freedom in an age of equality.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" As soon as I entered, a woman with a good figure and outstanding temperament was ushered in. She was accompanied by two bodyguards, expressionless and silent the whole time.

Jasmine looked at Sherlock uneasily, for fear of being kicked out, so she looked at Sherlock hopefully, trying to hear some words that would reassure her, but who knew, Sherlock shook his head very honestly: "No ..."

So the woman with outstanding temperament and delicate face smiled and shook her head: "I'm sorry, we won't welcome guests without an appointment."

"Okay, but I came here on the afternoon of NO.15 and left a phone. If you find it, please contact me. This is my contact information." As he said, he took out a phone from his pocket like a magic trick. A business card with KeanuJackson on it.

Jasmine really didn't know when Sherlock changed his name to Keanu Jackson. It seemed that he was taking advantage of it again.

Sherlock stared at the lady in front of him intently. The woman's eyes flickered, and she tightened her temples and said, "Okay, Mr. Jackson." Then, he took the business card and winked at the bodyguard. Sherlock pulled Jasmine indifferently. Walked out of this clubhouse.

"Who did you get the business card from?"

"Dead." Sherlock replied without guilt.

"Oh, my God, Sherlock..." Jasmine was at a loss for words. At that time, it was really inappropriate to get something off a dead person.

"Moriarty sent me a surveillance video of this road, in which a hundred roads were cut off for 1 minute, what are they covering up. During this 1 minute, who will come Who is it?" Sherlock gripped the phone tightly, lost in thought.

This end is Jasmine and Sherlock's hard thinking, and the other end is Moriarty assigning several killers to guard around 221B to protect the house.

It's ridiculous to say that the three killers who were ordered by Moriarty to shoot Sherlock were also there this time, and the killers were also very confused about Moriarty's move.

Moriarty was sitting on the sofa, tasting the red wine flown in from France. The glass in his hand was also made of crystal with seven or eight figures. I watched and sighed frequently.

"Won't you drink some?" Moriarty noticed my burning gaze, turned sideways leisurely, and raised his glass.

"No, drinking will hurt your health." I opened my eyes and said nonsense.

His back is meticulous all the time.The gel made his hair look extra shiny, and his lips were a little rosy from the alcohol.It is no longer a pale color, it seems... I bit my lip, Mycroft's bourbon is not a star and a half worse than Moriarty's red wine.

Thinking of Moriarty shopping with me in the afternoon, I have already imagined a picture of beautiful women competing for favor.

Not only will he pay, but he will even match you up with quite sharp insights. This kind of handsome, wealthy, and aesthetically superior man, if not because I know he still has some mental problems, I would be tempted.Because he would even buy a large bouquet of roses and say in pure Italian: "Beauties deserve flowers."

Maybe other women will be elated, but I have goosebumps all over my body. If I believe him, I will be a pig.

"It's not a good girl to lie." Moriarty always spoke casually, but the gloom in his eyes... I bet it could scare a child to tears.

I intended to refute, but suddenly the words of the programmer Xiao Zhang yesterday appeared in my mind, summed up in four words - let yourself go?

I've never been afraid of Moriarty, and I've never been afraid of death. What's more, now that the system is completely up to me, I don't have to care what other people think. As long as the main mission doesn't go off track, there's nothing to be afraid of.Thinking of this, I raised the corners of my mouth happily and approached Moriarty.

At this moment, I am no longer the white T-shirt and denim shorts when I first came here. Roman shoes and a halter neck sundress with an exposed waist have brought back a lot of my femininity.

Moriarty was very calm about my slowly approaching, and even raised his chin to look at me with great interest.

I sat beside him, and moved my hands from the sofa to his thighs. He remained motionless, and I continued to move up, from the outer thighs to the inner thighs, circles, little by little, one after another, and then inward. , further up, blushing across the raised place, like a dragonfly on the water, raised its wings, intending to fly over there, but Moriarty suddenly let out a sullen laugh, which made me a little flustered.

As soon as he grabbed my hand, he placed it on his bulge.

"Still a little girl." There was no embarrassment in his own behavior, which was a huge contrast to my embarrassment.

I took a deep breath and told myself to be calm, to be calm, I have seen many storms, but I was born as a thin-skinned girl, how can I compare with those experienced female warriors.

Thinking of this, I became more confident, so I turned around and sat on Moriarty's lap, broke free from his restraints, and held his chin with my hand, forcing his eyes to only look at mine. Eye.

He didn't get angry, didn't react, his eyes dimmed a little bit, like a lighthouse at night.

"NotaLittlegirl, IsaWoman, DearJim." As he said, he bit his chin. Although he tried his best to control it, his heartbeat betrayed his state of mind at the moment. He might be nervous or confused.

My strength was very light, leaving only a row of teeth marks on his chin.I looked at the neat tooth marks on his chin a little funny, and raised my hand to wipe them off.

But he grabbed my wrist vigorously, he turned back and pressed me down, and my body sank into the soft sofa, it was difficult to struggle, maybe his strong hormones made me unable to break free from him, I stared at him without blinking.

The gloomyness in his eyes dissipated little by little, but there was still no softness. He seemed to warn: "You are the first one who dared to bite my chin—a woman."

Somehow, this sentence suddenly caught me laughing, because I was thinking that his pause may be because of the sentence before I bit his jaw, which made him change his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" He leaned down and was only a knuckle away from my nose and eyes.

His breath is so hot, his mouth opens and closes, making me a little dizzy, his eyes are like a sea of ​​stars, his brows are like rolling green hills, the wind is blowing, bringing the coolness of summer night and the singing of cicadas, Moonlight poured down from outside the glass.

"I think...you'll like me." At such a moment, I said a rather shameless affirmation.

Moriarty was rarely in a daze, and while he was in a daze, he lifted his neck and looked at