[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

Condescendingly watching the screaming prisoner lying on the stairs on the first floor, Sherlock carefully observed his state and the amount of bleeding, and after confirming that he could no longer stand up, he lowered his head and answered the question from the man in his arms: "It's all right."

Feeling the release of the hand on the back of the head, the little fox grabbed Sherlock's skirt with both hands, and slowly turned his head to look behind him.The nearly two-meter tall man was hugging his injured leg at this moment, all the viciousness from just now had disappeared, and all that was left was the body curled up into a shrimp while wailing.

"Is he a little too exaggerated?" The little fox was not frightened by the blood on the ground, but was startled by the exaggerated cry of the big man.

"It's a little." Sherlock glanced at the hand holding his clothes lightly: "Let go, my clothes are all wrinkled by you."

"Oh." The little fox nodded obediently, let go of Sherlock's skirt, and then moved down to wrap his arms around his thin waist.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock was really helpless for the little fox's unreasonable behavior.

"Taking advantage of you in the name of being afraid." The little fox raised his head with a smile, and answered shamelessly and honestly.

"It seems that I can sue you for obscenity." Sherlock said blankly.

The little fox raised his eyebrows and let go of his waist.She smiled at him, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand and pressed it on her chest: "It's not possible now."

The soft touch of the palm reaches the body along the arms, and then divides into two paths, all the way to the heart, and all the way to the brain.Sherlock was stunned by the sudden coquettish operation of the little fox, his heart beating violently faster than usual in an instant, and his originally flexible and clear brain seemed to be sticky and sticky like a pot of paste poured into it, and it couldn't work at all.

"We're going in—?! Oh, sorry! Excuse me!" The two men in black suits, who had received orders from the boss to come here to clean up the mess, were startled when they saw the restricted-level scene of touching their chests as soon as they entered the door.

Sherlock woke up suddenly, blushing quickly rushed to his ears, he pulled his hand back suddenly, and stared at the little fox fiercely with eyes of three colors: "You woman!"

"En?" The little fox raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Sherlock quickly stepped back a few steps, turning his head slightly to cover his red ears under the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.With a tense face, he said in a cold voice: "As a lady, and a Chinese lady from the East, you really have not inherited the beautiful qualities of your country's restraint and restraint."

"Actually, I have inherited it, but in the face of your charm, I can't show it at all." The little fox said while covering his heart, fascinated by Sherlock's charm.

Sherlock: ...Why does this woman always find opportunities to say such love words!

"You scare the clean-ups out of the house, and you are responsible for getting them back. Watson will be back in a moment, and if the house is not cleared before he returns, you will be solely responsible for the fuss he makes." Quickly. After finishing what he wanted to say, Sherlock quickly returned to his room with big strides.

Boom!The door was closed.

Click, the lock cylinder is snapped together.

Watching Sherlock leave the living room, the little fox seemed to see billowing smoke behind him because of running too fast.She pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, turned around and went downstairs to call in the people waiting outside.

"Are you the police?" She stood aside, looked at the boys who had a clear division of labor to clean up the house, and then looked at the two men who stood aside and directed.

After the two men looked at each other, one of them replied, "Sorry, it's not convenient to disclose."

"It's okay." The little fox smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

It doesn't look like they're the police, but obviously Sherlock knows this group of people.A text message can come to help clean up such a mess, Sherlock is really a good friend.

The efficiency of this wave of people was very high. After a while, everything that fell on the ground was put back in place.Broken items were replaced with new ones of the same style.The stains and blood stains on the ground were also wiped clean, and they also specially used a dryer to dry the wet floor, which was extremely meticulous.

Located in London, the capital of the United Kingdom, in a small community clinic.Watson looked at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.Chatting with Mary, the little nurse who received him, was so happy and devoted that he almost forgot that there were two giant babies waiting for him to go back to announce the good news, and invited them to dinner to celebrate.

"Do you have any other arrangements?" Mary noticed that Mr. John Watson, who was about to become her colleague, looked at his watch twice, and ended the topic intimately.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Watson said shyly, "I made an agreement with my friends today that if the interview is successful, I will treat them to dinner tonight."

"I see." Mary laughed: "Then I won't waste your time. I'll see you on Monday."

"Okay, see you on Monday!" Watson nodded, feeling more and more fond of Mary.

After bidding farewell to the little nurse, Watson took a taxi and went home smoothly.When I went up to the second floor, I found that there was only the little fox sitting on the sofa playing games in the living room: "Has Sherlock not come back yet?"

"I've been back a long time ago, he's in the room." It's been more than an hour since the guy entered the room, and there was no movement at all. The little fox guessed that he might have fallen asleep: "How was the interview?"

"It's going well." Speaking of work, Watson smiled brightly: "I can go to work next Monday."

"Then today's dinner..." The little fox winked at Watson.

"Of course, tonight we—"

"Save your little living expenses, we are invited to dinner tonight." Sherlock, who came out of the bedroom at some point, had already changed out of his home clothes and put on a shirt and overcoat: "Let's go to the bank. "

"A bank?" Watson was stunned for a moment, and the other party had already quickly gone downstairs and opened the door: "Wait!" He quickly got up and chased him out.

"Hey! Then what should I do!" The little fox who was robbed by Sherlock for dinner glared: "Don't drive, I'll go too!" The petite girl got into the co-pilot a second before the driver drove.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock frowned.

"Cengfan." The little fox turned his head and smiled at the two people in the back seat: "Don't worry, I will definitely not hinder your investigation."

"It's better that way." Sherlock said coldly.

Following instructions from the bank's front desk, the three of them took the elevator to the client's floor.

"Sherlock Holmes!" With a smile on his face, the client quickly stepped forward to greet him with fake enthusiasm: "It's been eight years since you left, and you're still the same."

"This is my friend, John Watson." The enthusiasm of this old classmate was at two extremes, Sherlock nodded lightly, and introduced Watson beside him to him by the way.

"Friends?" Sebastian was surprised that Sherlock had friends.

"Hello." Watson smiled and stretched out his hand, and shook Sebastian politely.

The two men in front moved slightly, and the little fox hidden behind was revealed.Sebastian saw the little fox's face and eyes lit up, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand: "I didn't see such a beautiful lady, I'm so blind."

"Hi, my name is Fox Bai." The little fox smiled back and shook hands.

"Miss Fox, please sit down." Sebastian greeted.

"Her surname is Bai." Sherlock sat on the chair and said without looking back.

"Oh! Chinese is a problem for me." Sebastian said pretending to be distressed.

"It's okay, just call me fox." It's just a name, the little fox said indifferently.

"Thank you." Sebastian winked at the little fox and thanked the little fox with a smile, "Do you want something to drink?" Sitting back in his seat, Sebastian raised his hand to signal the secretary to come over.

"No." Sherlock refused decisively.

Watson and the little fox also shook their heads to express that they are not bothering.

It could be seen that this old classmate of Sherlock didn't like him very much.I believe that if it hadn't been for what happened last night, he would not have contacted Sherlock if he was killed.Watson and the little fox sat on the side as quietly as a chicken, watching the two laughing and mocking each other blankly, but they all contemptuously contemptuous of Sebastian's superior appearance in their hearts.

"Let's get back to the point." Seeing that Sherlock was about to reveal all his private affairs, Sebastian quickly got back to business: "Last night..."

Through the other party's narration, the little fox probably understood the case this time.

Just last night, there was an illegal break-in incident in this bank. The prisoner took advantage of the 60-second lapse of surveillance to break into the office of the former president of the bank, Sir William, but he didn't steal anything, but left some things behind.

Sebastian swiped his card to open Sir William's office. On the wall facing him, the eyes of the owner's portrait were completely blocked by a line of yellow spray paint.On the wall next to the portrait, a strange symbol of the same color was clearly drawn on it.

"There must be a loophole in the bank's security measures. You help me find it, and I will pay you a five-figure reward." Sebastian took out a check: "This is a deposit, and the balance will be paid in full after the transaction is completed." .”

Sherlock didn't even give Sebastian a look. He turned around and went to the office area, already having some preliminary investigation plans in mind.

The little fox, who was secretly taking pictures with his mobile phone, hurriedly chased the target and ran out. While running, he didn't forget to turn his head and tell Watson: "Watson, collect the money!"

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A mansion in Downing Street, London

The classic three-piece suit is meticulously worn on the man's body, and the shiny black leather shoes are polished to a spotless spot. Anyone with a late-stage cleanliness cancer will praise him for being clean.The man stood quietly in front of the window, his back and neck forming a perfect straight line.He held an umbrella in his hand and propped it on the floor. His slender, white fingers held the handle of the umbrella and rubbed it from time to time.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" the man said slowly, with a very pleasant British accent.

"Yes." Behind the man, two men who were also wearing suits but with a much different temperament replied respectfully.

"Other than that, what else?" The man asked lightly.

"No, we didn't look much," replied one of them.

"Well, let's go out." The man didn't say much, and let his subordinates leave directly.

Sherlock touched her breasts, just after a dangerous fight, while the prisoner was still howling in front of him.

Shouldn't his anti-social tendencies be serious again?

Ding dong!A pleasant reminder sounded in the quiet room.The man moved his eyes, raised his hand and took out his phone.

Sherlock in solving the case [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]...——Stupid Goldfish

The man browsed through all the photos one by one with a blank face. He closed his eyes and thought about it, and edited a few words with his thumb.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the old place, come to get the check. - Mysterious rival