[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox felt that it was necessary for her to consult the famous detective Sherlock about her current situation. She could call the public phone without interruption, call out her name, and mobilize the street cameras. She didn't think it was a mischief.In view of the fact that she was treated as a bomber and played a game of life and death when she first came to this world, she had better be cautious.

"Mrs. Hardison, please help me find Sherlock!" The little fox ran towards the subway station while calling home.She dared not take a taxi, for fear that the driver would be arranged by the caller.She is not familiar with the way at the moment, it will be over if she is dragged to other places unconsciously.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Hardison was not at home, and it was Sherlock himself who answered the phone.

"Sherlock! I may be targeted by bad guys!"

"Congratulations." Pop!The phone hangs up.

Little Fox: ...Congratulations, ghost!

"Sherlock!" The little fox called again.

"If I make another call, I'll have to unplug the phone line. If you miss a call from Mrs. Hardison's boyfriend, then you will be responsible for her nagging." Sherlock said impatiently.

"If you hang up again, I promise to crawl into your bed every midnight!" the little fox cried.

The passers-by around obviously heard her roar, and moved their eyes to pay attention to her.

"...Say." Considering the quality of his sleep, Sherlock silently changed his decision.

"I just left school and walked towards the subway station, but the public phone rang wherever I went. After I answered it, a man called me by my name, and then asked me to watch the cameras of nearby buildings!" Little Fox Tell Sherlock what happened to him as concisely as possible: "By the way, his tone is very orthodox—"

"It's like the posturing of the official government spokesperson, the disgusting tone of thinking that he is superior to others." Sherlock directly interrupted the little fox.

"Yes! How do you know!" The little fox was a little surprised.Although this guy's deductive method can find some things that ordinary people can't find through the details, but obviously he can't see the details now!

"You can still call me now, which means you didn't accept his threat. How did you reply to him?" Sherlock didn't answer her question, and asked another question instead.

"I told him that I'm blind." After buying a ticket and getting on the subway, the little fox replied.

"Nice job!" Sherlock's indifferent voice was obviously tinged with joy, and he continued at a very fast speed: "Congratulations, you are indeed being targeted by the most dangerous person in the world, be careful. If next time If you encounter this situation again, please continue to reject him with this attitude, but don’t call me again, goodbye.”

"Hello? Hey, hello!" When the little fox called again, there was no connection there.So, did he unplug the phone anyway... go home and complain to Mrs. Hardison!

221B Baker Street

Sherlock, who tore off the phone line, still couldn't calm down the joy in his heart. He even got up from the sofa, ran to the second floor to get his cell phone, and planned to send a text message to the unsigned cell phone number in his cell phone to share about himself. joy.

Is it funny [smile] - Sherlock

very funny. ——XXX

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The little fox rushed home all the way, wanting to talk to Sherlock face to face about what just happened.Of course, on the way back, she didn't forget to pack two servings of seafood pasta nearby to bribe him.

"Sherlock, for the sake of our roommates, please help me." The little fox obsequiously brought the plate of seafood pasta to Sherlock with both hands.

Sherlock, who originally planned to drink coffee at noon, silently put down his cup and reached out to take the food: "Entrust one hundred thousand gold."

"...Are you joking?" The little fox's mouth twitched.

"No." Sherlock said with a serious look.

"Okay, I choose death." The poor little fox with limited resources was deeply hurt by Sherlock's lion's big mouth, and the fork in her hand quickly reached into his plate and forked away the biggest one. Xia Ren: "I will come to see you every year after death, to thank you for your kindness."

Sherlock picked up the plate with one hand and ate the second largest shrimp in one bite: "I'll wait for you."

In view of Sherlock's indifference and indifference, the little fox herself couldn't find any clues to investigate. She stayed out of the house for the past two days, and basically became a lazy cancer duo with Sherlock.If she hadn't had to go to school on the third day, she could still stay at home for 20 years.

"Hey fox, how are you doing recently?" The little fox had just entered the school gate when a familiar gentle voice came from behind.

The little fox looked back and saw Jim in a casual suit, and he praised his outfit today. He really looked like a professor.

"Hi Jim, it's not been very good recently, how about you?" She waited for Jim to catch up, and the two walked side by side to the design institute.

Hearing the little fox's unconventional greeting, Jim was stunned: "I'm fine, what's the matter with you? What happened?"

"I may have been targeted by bad guys recently." The little fox lowered his head and sighed.

Jim raised his eyebrows: "Bad guy?"

"It was the day we met. After you left, I..." The little fox told Jim everything that happened that day.

"Sounds scary." After listening to the little fox's narration, Jim also looked nervous: "Did you call the police?"

Suddenly, the little fox stopped in his tracks: "That's right, why didn't I call the police!" The little fox, who had never asked the police for help before, was a little dazed.

Jim shook his head helplessly: "There should be no danger if there are too many people in the school. Let's go to the police station to report the case after finishing the registration."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." The little fox agreed.

Walking to the Design Institute, there are already many enthusiastic seniors waiting at the door to welcome the new students.Due to the different registration procedures for international students and local students, Little Fox said hello to Jim and separated temporarily.

"Are you a freshman studying abroad?" A slightly mature black-haired senior came forward to chat with the little fox.

"Yes, I'm from China." The little fox replied.

"Have you filled out the international student registration form on the campus website?" the black-haired senior sister asked.

"It's all filled out." As early as the day she first came to the UK, she had already mailed all the information.

"Okay, come with me, we have to go to the International Student Center." The black-haired senior sister took the little fox out of the bustling main entrance compound, and walked through the cobblestone path to the depths of the design institute.

The theme of the Design Institute of Nitup University is probably to be close to nature. The little fox followed the black-haired senior to the fourth floor of a white building. Looking down from the corridor, the vegetation covered almost two-thirds of the yard.

"It's here." The black-haired senior sister raised her finger to the brown door with the number plate of the International Student Center, and knocked on the door as she said.

"Please come in." A male voice came indistinctly through the door.

The black-haired senior turned the handle to open the door, and turned sideways to let the little fox go in first.

"Holle." The little fox greeted the people inside as he entered.

"Good Morning, miss. White." The pure British accent is as elegant and reserved as an aristocratic family born in a century-old history.

Hearing this sound, the little fox suddenly widened his eyes, turned around and wanted to run out.

Boom!The black-haired senior closed the door with a smile.

"Please sit down, Miss Bai." The man said lightly.

The little fox quietly took a deep breath, and slowly turned back to look at the source of the sound.

At the window decorated by the blue sky and white clouds outside and the tall buildings in the distance, a slightly slender figure stood quietly in front of the window with his back facing her.He was wearing a black suit, and the loose trousers almost allowed the wind to pass through smoothly. The black umbrella in his hand was pointing to the ground, as if supporting the weight of his whole body.

"Who are you?" The little fox asked calmly.

"It's just a nobody." The man moved his feet and turned around: "I sent an invitation to Miss Bai two days ago, but unfortunately Miss Bai refused. There is no other way, I have to meet Miss Bai in another way."

The man has an ordinary face, and the hairline on his head makes his forehead look like an elder brother at least.He used the umbrella as a crutch to lean on the ground, and the smile on his face was as polite and reserved as a set procedure.However, these are not places where the little fox pays attention.The man in front of him has an unparalleled aura of superiority, calmness and calmness, and the confidence that everything is under control fits perfectly with the golden energy field around him.

Temperament determines a person's charm more than appearance. Little Fox didn't believe it very much before, but since she met Sherlock Jim and this unknown gentleman in front of her in this world, she finally began to believe it.

The little fox folded his arms around his chest, raised his thin eyebrows slightly: "Are you secretly in love with me?"

"...Please don't dream about Miss Bai during the day." The man made no secret of his dislike for the little fox.

"Then you want to kill me?" the little fox continued to ask.

"If you refuse to answer my question." The man raised his eyes slightly and looked directly at her: "Maybe..."

The calm statement, the calm threat, the understatement but the intense look in the eyes, all of these told the little fox that the man in front of him was definitely not the unknown person he said.

"what is the problem?"

"What is your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?" the man asked.

Sherlock again?The little fox frowned.What is going on with the people in this world?Since it was aimed at Sherlock, why did he always attack her?

"We are roommates." The little fox answered honestly.

"That's all?" The man obviously didn't believe the little fox's words.

"What do you mean by that?" What else could they be related to?

"Last time when you hung up the phone, your first thought was not to call the police, but to call Sherlock Holmes. Also, in addition to the room where the landlady lives in, 221B Baker Street has one room in the basement and two rooms on the second floor. Two rooms on the third floor. Why do you want to live on the same floor as him? He is not a qualified roommate, I think you have already realized it. "

How did he know this!

"How do you know these things? What is your relationship with Sherlock?" The little fox asked back.

"He and I are probably friends." The man replied frankly, "But he doesn't seem to like me and regards me as a deadly enemy."

He thought he was Sherlock's friend, but Sherlock didn't think so.He kept an eye on Sherlock's situation all the time, and even came to her to inquire about his relationship with Sherlock...

"Oh!" The little fox suddenly realized: "It turns out that you have a crush on him!"

man:......