Saving the world is not as good as chasing stars [US Entertainment]

Treated equally by Margo, the four gentlemen whose hairlines soared into the sky satirized: "..."

The consulting detective was the first to retort, "It's not 01:30 that I look better than them."

"Because you treacherously covered your forehead with those little curly hairs." Margo replied with a shrug.

Medical elite and supreme mage Strange said, "Androgen is the main cause of hair loss. According to the scientific research report of American anatomist Professor Hamilton, castrated men will not suffer from hair loss."

Margaret didn't know what came to mind, and looked at Loki with great interest, "How about you use the phantom clone to become a female evil goddess to see if you can solve the hairline problem? Didn't you give birth to a pony in Nordic mythology?" Foot horse? I heard that frost giants are hermaphrodites?"

The other three men looked at the evil god of Asgard at the same time:! ! !

With a cat-eared hairline, the evil god's face was pale and cold, his eyes were dangerous, and he squeezed out a sentence from his thin lips, "I'm a mixed race, and—"

"If you dare to put those damn things in Nordic mythology on me again, I will let you really experience the fate of offending Vulcan."

Margaret blinked, "So you can't become a black-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a slim waist and long legs?"

"No, can—" Loki looked as if he wanted to strangle her to death. He was obviously a terrible bad guy, ruthless, cold-blooded and lawless.

At this time, Tom Hiddleston, dressed in a top hat, gloves, and tuxedo theater costume, changed the topic in time. He cleared his throat and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "England has hard water, strong winds, and greasy food. No small amount of hair loss stress."

Sherlock's face was expressionless, and he spoke very fast, "In the world hair loss survey, Spain, Germany, and France are obviously ranked ahead of Great Britain, while the United States, Italy, Poland, Netherlands, Russia, and Canada are also ranked in the top ten. "

All in all, the hair loss problem of European and American men is similar, and no one is better.

Margaret was about to speak when she suddenly saw a flashing light outside the oriel window——

Several reporters waited in the cold night, trying to secretly take any photos that could become big news.

British journalists have always been supernatural. Rather than respecting the facts, they prefer to fabricate things at will. Any celebrity is the prey of sneak photographers.

The paparazzi get bonuses for making news, not to mention secretly filming, they often do such things as phone tapping and rummaging through trash cans.

It's a pity that today's paparazzi reporters, meeting two wizards with powerful magic powers and consulting detectives, are doomed to not get anything they want.

Margot looked at the Asgardian evil god who had just performed the illusion and turned a group of photos taken by the reporter through the oriel window into a black screen, "You should change your clothes, this Bambi helmet is too eye-catching .”

"You are a woman who is really good at shirking responsibility. Those reporters are all here for you."

Although Loki said this, before he finished speaking, the dark green robe and golden armor turned into a beautiful and luxurious black velvet suit, full of aristocratic and elite temperament.

Margot looked around the four gentlemen—

Although they are all solid-color suits, they have their own highlights in the details. At the same time, the suits and leather shoes are spotless, proud and superior, not to mention eye-catching.

For a moment, Margaret thought she was in Victorian Savile Row.

At this moment, a series of cell phone ringtones interrupted her thoughts, Margaret held up her BlackBerry, and was a little surprised when she saw the name of the caller——

Potty British government.

Why did this spy chief with so many tasks call her?

Margot pressed the answer button, and selected the speaker——

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes. I am in the same room as your younger brother, but I am afraid you are quite aware of the matter."

"As you think, Miss Adjani." Mycroft Holmes activated a very high level of surveillance on Sherlock. He threw away MI[-] agents and ran to meet a Hollywood actress. Mycroft Holmes first The time was reported by the lackeys.

The relationship between Sherlock and the British government has always been tense. Facing his brother who suddenly called Margo, he sneered, "Mycroft, it seems that you think Moriarty was acquitted again, which is not enough to make you feel guilty." Burnt out."

The voice of the British government was polite, but it seemed to imply murderous intent, "Coincidentally, this call is related to Moriarty—"

"Miss Adjani, after twelve jurors debated for hours, Moriarty was once again acquitted by the Supreme Court four or 10 minutes ago, while hundreds of thousands of CCTV cameras in London Surveillance tracking footage shows him driving an Aston Martin towards the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden, London, on the Bow Street."

Apparently, Napoleon of crime is still obsessed with stardom.

"But there is also good news—" Mycroft Holmes had a fake smile in his voice, and the next second, the door in front of Margot was pushed open, carrying a long-handled black umbrella at all times, elegantly dressed in a classic three-piece suit The British government, who was wearing a suit, walked towards her, "MI[-] has discovered new doubts, and Moriarty will be brought back to MI[-] for interrogation again."

Margaret looked at the elusive British man in front of her. His plexiglass-like gray eyes were alert and sharp, and there was a majestic look between his brows. Just this chiseled face seemed to reveal that he was outstanding and intelligent. smart.

Facing the four men who bumped into each other in groups of two and two, Mycroft didn't seem surprised. It was obvious that he had thoroughly understood everyone's information before coming here——

The UK has 420 million closed-circuit television monitors, with an average of one for every 14 people. The moment everyone sets foot on British territory, they will be tracked and recorded by indoor and outdoor closed-circuit television surveillance systems and monitored.

McCoff supported the small black umbrella with one hand, and nodded his chin reservedly, "We meet again, Miss Adjani, I hope my little brother didn't make you sad."

Margo looked around the British government, "You've been on a diet again? It seems to be a little thinner, and the trouser legs of the suit are empty."

Thinking of the vicious French girl in front of him mocking his small belly more than once, McCoff didn't want to discuss any body issues with her at all.

There was a reserved smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed approachable, but his eyes were not like that at all. In Margo's view, Mycroft Holmes was like a cold fish just out of the ice.

He turned slightly sideways and said to Margo, "The Duke of Bedford gave me the "Bedford Box" private box in the Royal Opera House for many years. It is a good place to rest and has its own private passage , presumably when you leave from there, you can easily avoid many reporters."

Although the British government refused to pay Margaret "a three-month consultation fee of 2000 million U.S. dollars for detective surveillance", the head of the secret service in Great Britain is obviously one of the representatives of wealth and power.

The Bedford box is extremely spacious and beautiful, with typical London elegance, where guests can drink tea, coffee, and snacks, full of old-fashioned aristocratic style.

At this time, the British Academy Film Awards ceremony had ended for nearly half an hour, and Shakespeare's comedy "A Midsummer Night's Dream" began to be staged in the Royal Opera House.

Sherlock poured warm black tea into a crystal white bone china teacup, and pushed it in front of Margo.

The other four gentlemen present—what the hell?An awkward, misfit consulting detective who learns to court a goddess?

Sherlock held Margot's fingertips and placed them next to the warm bone china cup, his voice was low and magnetic, "Your hands are cold."

Margaret froze for a moment, and immediately held the teacup.

She obviously did not expect Sherlock Holmes, the first virgin man in the British Empire, to have such a caring and tender moment.

To be honest, the detective just now was somehow intriguing.

Margaret was obviously not the only one who was surprised by Sherlock's behavior, the British government was even more surprised——

Is the silly brother enlightened in love?

But in the next second, Mycroft dismissed the idea, because he heard the younger brother say to Margaret——

"The main reason why your fingers are cold is because the autonomic nerve function is not adjusted smoothly, the blood vessels are thin, and there is little fat, and you are thin, and you don't know how to add clothes to keep warm. The long-term acting career is too stressful, and it is accompanied by symptoms of hypoglycemia and hypotension. , and may even be the early symptoms of systemic diseases such as vascular dysfunction."

Margaret exhaled, "I have no problem with blood vessel function. The reason why my fingers are cold, except for a little hypoglycemia, is mainly due to the cold and wet winter in London, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock was about to refute, when the door of the box was slowly pushed open, and then came a gorgeous soft man's voice with a bit of an Irish accent——

"Look at this poor little virgin who doesn't even know how to please a pretty girl."

At the opened door of the box, the convict James Moriarty was wearing a dark blue casual suit and a beautiful tie with a Windsor knot, and there were even prints of small Alexander McQueen skulls that were particularly punk.

He wears a plain black cashmere coat that looks very expensive and fine, and he looks more like an elite academic with a good reputation in society than a supervillain criminal leader.

The villains these days are less and less playing their cards according to the rules. They are either beautiful or charming.

Moriarty's appearance didn't seem to arouse the nervousness of the rival Holmes brothers at all.

The old god Mycroft was sipping black tea, his elegant English accent was up and down, "In recent years, the crime rate in Great Britain has been far higher than the average level in Europe, and it is inseparable from Professor Moriarty."

"I'm not interested in planning and carrying out those petty theft cases," Moriarty took off his black leather gloves, and sat leisurely in the box, admiring the French actress who was watching the play, "but I have to say, the rising The crime rate is really satisfying."

At this time, Tom Hiddleston, who was still in a beautiful tuxedo, was sitting beside Margaret. He put two sugar cubes of milk in front of Margot, "When hypoglycemia occurs, two Sugar cubes are great relief."

Evil God Loki: How dare this blond, curly-haired ant in the atrium be ahead of me? !

In the next second, Rocky stuffed the creme brulee directly into Margo's hands, "Sweet milk is not as good as creme brulee."

Strange, who is also a magician, was not to be outdone, "You haven't had dinner yet, and cheese sandwiches are more suitable for filling your stomach."

And Sherlock Holmes, who has been Margaret's personal chef for several months, of course knows her preferences best, "Don't you like creamy English muffins?"

Looking at the situation in front of him, the crime boss was not in the mood to discuss the crime rate in the UK with the British government. He quickly grabbed a plate of strawberry tarts and placed them in front of Margo in an extremely elegant posture, "The best match with black tea is of course strawberry tarts." .”

Mycroft Holmes, who was forgotten on the side, looked at the crowd expressionlessly, his calm face full of murderous intent, and the next second——

He picked up a beautiful, small, delicately carved small cake that looked like a work of art, and placed it in front of Margaret, "This is the lowest calorie among them, and it is most suitable for eating at night."

The six men came and I rushed to recommend each other. A series of British accents with heavy consonants and seemed very intelligent sounded ups and downs.

But who would have thought that they were all recommending desserts.

And Margaret looked at the visual spectacle of "six men, five bald, and one is balding" in front of her, folded her arms and said——

"Can you leave me alone at the opera?"