[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

In the brightly lit monitoring room, several monitors monitored the girl's facial expressions and body movements from different angles.The technicians responsible for adjusting the lens professionally move the lens angle, or zoom in and zoom in on a part, or zoom out to see the whole.

In addition to the police and technical personnel in the room, there is also a particularly eye-catching non-staff personnel.He was covered with a black coat, and the suit inside was not messy in the slightest because it was covered by the coat. His slender figure was enough to put this suit on the most gorgeous catwalk.The man has fluffy curly hair, softening his angular handsome face.Under the light-colored thick eyebrows, the wonderful light and shadow blended the three colors of gray, blue and green into his eyes, which looked deep and dreamy.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade, who opened the door and walked into the monitoring room, was surprised to see that Sherlock was still there. I hate this place, and I hate the people here even more.Oh no, to him they were all dumb goldfish.

Sherlock ignored him, and kept staring at the girl who calmly faced the police's questioning behind the one-way glass.

She's weird, Sherlock thought.He has obtained all the information about her from birth to the present, even the scandals and gossip about her in Chinese school, but there is no sign that can reasonably explain her calmness and calmness in the face of life-threatening and the reason for defusing bombs.Her technique is too proficient, as if she has disassembled that thing many times, and she can solve it with her eyes closed.As for what she said, it was M who told her the disassembly method, and he would not believe even a single letter.

In the interrogation room, the police who couldn't ask any more questions decided to leave for the time being and let the girl stay alone in the room for a while to see her reaction.Suddenly, the girl in the interrogation room seemed to feel that someone was looking at her from behind the mirror.Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly raised her eyes, her pink lips slowly curled up, and there was a seductive charm in her beautiful fox eyes.

Sherlock stared at her through the glass with a blank face. The only thought in his heart was that this Chinese woman must have a secret. At least she is really familiar with bombs. Maybe she has been in contact with that dangerous product frequently. .

So, he is not mentally handicapped!

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In the end, the little fox left the police station safely, and she blamed Mr. M who only heard his voice but didn't see him.He is a criminal, and no one has found him until now.If you can't find it, it means you can't verify it. Such a good person to blame is not for nothing.

Although she will definitely become a police surveillance target after this, it doesn't affect her much, anyway, she won't do bad things other than rape...

"ohmygod! fox!" The taxi stopped urgently on the side of the road, a blond beauty jumped out of the car and rushed to the little fox in a hurry: "It's great that you're fine!"

Suddenly being embraced, the little fox was stunned for a few seconds, and then based on her experience in the previous world, she realized that this must be the new identity arranged by the props.

"I'm fine." By the way, what's the name of this beauty?It's embarrassing for someone to be so enthusiastic about him, but he doesn't know his name.

"You said what are you doing out so late, this is not China." The blond beauty preached: "In the future, you must never go out at night, you know!"

"I know, I know, I will be good." The little fox nodded repeatedly.

Pulled home by the blonde beauty, the little fox found Smith's house number on the gate of the villa. After entering the door, he learned that the beauty's name was Jenny from her mother.

Jenny Smith, the little fox silently wrote down the name of this friend in his heart.

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After a few days of getting along, overt and secret clichés, and the help of the diary in his luggage, the little fox probably understood his identity.She is still an orphan with nothing to worry about. She has been interested in fashion design since she was a child. Later, the wedding dress design drawing drawn by hand in high school was bought out by a clothing company, and she was paid a lot of money.So she used the money to apply to study in the UK, and was going to enter the School of Fashion Design at Nitup University.At present, she has just come to the UK for a few days, and she is temporarily staying at the house of her friend Jenny, and is looking for a house for a long-term stay.

Today, the real estate agent finally called, and she found a cheap, quiet house with a friendly landlord.

"The landlord, Mrs. Hardison, is a very gentle and kind lady. You will definitely like her." The agent rang the doorbell of 221B Baker Street while smiling and saying good things: "There is also a male tenant living here. , although I don't know much about him, but he is definitely a good guy."

"Come on." Following the figure of a lady in the house, the brown door was swung open: "Oh! Is this the girl who is coming to rent a house? She's so cute. Come in!" Elegant and luxurious.Her kind face still has charm, and it is not difficult to see the beauty of her youth.

"Hello." The little fox nodded politely before walking into the house.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

The sudden explosion of the gun made everyone tremble in fright. The little fox frowned and looked towards the second floor, feeling a little bit suspicious of the "good guy" that the intermediary said in his heart.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hardison raised her head angrily and shouted to the second floor: "You bad boy, don't frighten my guests!"

Sherlock?The little fox frowned.It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

"Please don't mind, Sherlock is a bit mischievous sometimes, but he has absolutely no malice." After scolding Sherlock, Hardison immediately said his kind words to the little fox, a typical old mother pattern: "Hurry up." Come and sit, I have prepared delicious coffee and dessert for you."

"A cup of coffee, two pieces of candy, thank you." Although the deep and magnetic voice was separated by a distance upstairs and downstairs, the charming sexiness still couldn't be dissipated.

As soon as the little fox's eyes lit up, he recognized the voice with one ear.Sherlock Holmes, who can make people excited just by listening to the voice, mean, self-righteous, long-faced curly monster!

"Come down and get it yourself, I'm not your butler!" Hardison said loudly while pouring coffee for the little fox and the others.

There was no movement upstairs after hearing Mrs. Hardison's words. The little fox occasionally looked up at the stairs, but did not see him going downstairs.Why don't you just stop drinking if no one delivers it?How lazy.

Chatting with the landlady for a while in the living room, both parties had a good first impression of each other.Feeling that it was almost done, Mrs. Hardison took the little fox to the second floor to look at the room. Of course, as an old mother, she still brought Sherlock coffee and snacks when she went upstairs.

After going up the stairs, he directly entered the small living room on the second floor.The large floor-to-ceiling windows provide good lighting, completely illuminating the messy living room as if a typhoon has passed through. The messy books, materials and experimental tools are piled up on the table and no one tidies them up. I don’t know what is in the cup used to drink water. , a dark piece.Even, the little fox saw strange things such as skulls in a pile of debris.

"Sherlock, I'm recruiting new tenants, can't you tidy up the living room?" Mrs. Hardison looked at the messy living room, then looked at the smiling faces on the wall made of bullet holes, and said angrily: "I'll put the money to fix the wall in your rent!"

Sherlock nestled on the sofa, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes as if I didn't hear anything.

"Mr. Holmes, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here." When seeing an acquaintance, the little fox had to say hello.She took a small step forward and greeted politely.

"Honey, do you know each other?" Mrs. Hardison was a little surprised.

"Yes, I encountered some difficulties a few days ago, and Mr. Holmes helped me solve them." The little fox replied with a smile.

"Really! That's really destined!" Mrs. Hardison was very happy that the two met.

"Coincidentally, hello. Help me get an apple from the refrigerator, thank you." Suddenly, Sherlock said without opening his eyes.

The little fox was stunned, why is this person more familiar than her?Just ask for help to get things without saying hello.Although he thought so in his heart, the little fox didn't say anything, and went directly to the refrigerator and opened the door.

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The first thing to enter is a skin and flesh, staring at his own head with cloudy eyes.Immediately afterwards, various organs and viscera, whether they were human or animal, were packed in fresh-keeping bags and piled up with a few red apples.

The little fox blinked and looked sideways at the person on the sofa: "Are you in the business of reselling organs?"

"I guess." Sherlock replied.

The little fox silently took out his phone: "Hello, 999?"

"Oh fox! Don't call the police!" Hardison quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Sherlock is lying to you. He is actually a detective. Those things are used for research, and the source is absolutely legitimate!"

The little fox smiled, put down the phone and shook it in front of Hardison: "Don't worry about Mrs. Hardison, I'm just kidding." The screen of the phone was still the screen saver, and the little fox didn't dial at all.

"You are really naughty dear." Hardison breathed a sigh of relief: "But you and Sherlock should be able to get along very well." She smiled.

Indeed, she really wants to have a good time with Sherlock, who is covered with a golden energy field, and she doesn't mind if it can be more pleasant...

In the end, the little fox paid the deposit and three months' rent, and moved all his luggage into 221B Baker Street that day.

On the first night after moving in, in the small living room on the second floor

"Honestly, are you trying to disgust me this morning?" The little fox and Sherlock sat face to face in the garbage dump.

"No." Sherlock denied it calmly.He just wanted to test her reaction to other things that ordinary people can't accept, and he never thought that it would be great if he could disgust this woman who said she was mentally retarded!

"Is it because I said you are mentally retarded?" The little fox continued to ask with a smile.

"Now I want to disgust you away."

The little fox raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Come on, you can try."

"Childish." Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at the little fox.

"First, he shot me suddenly after I entered the door, and then tricked me into opening the refrigerator to look at the head organs. Who is naive?" the little fox said back.

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, and his fingers kept typing on the phone, as if he hadn't heard the little fox's rebuttal at all.

The little fox didn't care whether he replied or not, seeing that he was concentrating on typing, he stopped talking to him and leaned over to get a snack from the coffee table.

Swish!A bony hand pinches the edge of the plate and pulls the pastry towards him.

"mine."

The little fox rolled his eyes: "Childish!"