[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

221B Baker Street is a very accident-prone place.

——People who live in Baker Street are well aware of this.

When the explosion happened, the sky and the earth shook, and everyone just thought "Oh, it exploded again", and then they did their own things, very calm.

Shea admired the high-strength quality of the people of London to see the explosion, just as she admired the quality of the people of New York to see the dead.

Not long after the explosion, an ambulance and police car arrived soon.

Among them, how many are due to the explosion site 221B Baker Street, and how many are due to McCaw, is unknown.

The power of the plastic/bomb is indeed as Sherlock said, not that big. The opponent seems to have deliberately calculated that only the second floor will be destroyed, and the others will not be affected.

After the explosion passed, Watson and Mrs. Hudson walked around the back door to the front door, and Mrs. Heywood next door staggered out.

"What happened?"

Two old ladies of similar grades supported each other, still in shock, not understanding what was going on.

Some people stuck their heads out to watch the excitement, and some people looked back after a few glances and continued to do their own things.

"Looking at the excitement" and "everyone sweeps the snow before their own doors" are attributes that are common all over the world, and they are not unique to a certain country.

For some reason, Xi Ya's mood suddenly improved, and she patted her dusty hair, and said slightly jokingly: "Mr. Holmes, have you offended anyone recently? I like to send you bombs, tsk tsk, the relationship is extraordinary." .”

Watson swallowed the words he wanted to explain.

Well, he admitted, enjoying watching Sherlock deflate, who often choked on him.

Sherlock glanced at him consciously, shaking off the dust on his body, "There are so many people who want to kill me, how could I know."

That's true.

Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Mrs. Heywood nodded in unison.

Shia gave Sherlock a sympathetic look: There is no one else who can do this.

Sympathized Sherlock: "..."

Sherlock Holmes doesn't need sympathy. If this matter was left in the past, Sherlock would use his IQ and cannon to crush the opponent, tie a bomb and remake it every minute, hoping that in the next life he won't be short-sighted to sympathize with someone who doesn't need it at all. sympathetic people.

However, now...

Dissatisfied?hold on!

Who made Shia's eyes look more teasing than sympathetic?

They teased him about his high IQ and low EQ, he didn't handle interpersonal relationships well, and he still behaved like a bomb, and he didn't know who hated him so much.

Sherlock looked at Shia expressionlessly, pursed his pale lips, and was about to speak.

However, at this time, two men and women in bathrobes walked out of the house behind them.

The man is 1.9 meters tall, and the white bathrobe is open to reveal a large sexy chest muscle. His figure is as good as a male model.Dark brown curly hair, deep eyes, and three-dimensional outline, with the lazy and sexy that is about to wake up, very seductive.

The woman was wearing a white bathrobe of the same style. The untightened white bathrobe revealed a deep breast/groove, and there were a few bruised hickey marks left on her collarbone. Her eyes were slightly blue, indicating the fact that she didn't sleep well last night.

The woman raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned, revealing her bright red diamond-encrusted manicure, against which her fair and slender fingers looked very beautiful: "What happened?"

The man came out with his arms around the woman's waist, and he knew the relationship between the two at a glance.

Shia's face darkened suddenly.

The strange man was very handsome. In the past, she would have looked at him a few more times, but now she obviously didn't have the time to spare. Her full attention was occupied by that woman—a woman she knew and knew very well.

Sherlock followed her gaze, his eyes flickered, and he didn't turn back.

For some unknown reason, Watson closed his mouth.

Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Haywood looked at each other, and saw the same surprise in each other's eyes: The relationship between Shea and her parents seems to be not good?

They don't understand other people's affairs, they are old and experienced, and the two old ladies who are always chattering and lively rarely stand quietly by the side without interrupting.

Xi Ya's eyes sank and sank, and the resentment in her heart reached the eruption point in an instant like an extinct volcano.

She stared at the man's hand on the woman's waist, endured and endured, and reached out to the bag that she brought out of the house before the explosion.

Startled, Sherlock stretched and pulled his arms, Shia slammed directly into his chest, the bag flipped out under the impact, and something fell to the ground.

"Clang—" The cold weapon hit the ground, reflecting a dazzling silvery luster.

gun!

The man looked at Shia who was held in Sherlock's arms in surprise, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Who would have thought that such a small oriental girl would carry a gun with her?

The woman's eyes flickered, and after seeing what it was, she raised her head, startled: "Xia?"

The man smiled and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, and kissed her on the lips: "Honey, do you know me?"

Shia glanced at Sherlock coldly, pushed him away with a cold face, picked up the dropped gun from the ground, and stood up slowly.

From the beginning to the end, her gaze stayed on the woman, that is, her nominal mother, Gao Han.

Gao Han felt uneasy under Xi Ya's gaze. She pushed away the man's arm and introduced him nonchalantly, showing off with a little imperceptible: "Ah, that's my daughter, Lin Xia, 18 years old, an FBI."

With a face full of surprise, the man strode forward, "Oh God, an 18-year-old FBI!"

He walked quickly, his hairy thighs were exposed between his long legs, and his crotch would be covered. He walked quickly to Xi Ya, looking at her as if looking at a rare item, "Oh , God, not only are you cute, but you were unexpectedly admitted by the FBI, you are only 18 years old!"

"Oh God, I saw such a cute girl!"

The man was so excited that he didn't care about Sherlock beside Shea, and he seemed to forget that Sherlock had held Shea in his arms just now, and the relationship was unusual.

He stretched out his hands, looking like he wanted to touch Shia directly.

No matter how unreasonable Sherlock is, he also understands the current situation.

This British man was obviously not Shea's father, so it was Shea's mother who had an affair with someone, and the mother's adulterer still wanted to touch her with those dirty hands?

Sherlock pursed his lips, ready to strike.

Xi Ya, who was exuding cold air, couldn't help it anymore, and jumped at the man's feet with a gun, her eyes were cold as if she was looking at a corpse that was about to die under her hands, "One step closer, I will kill you!"

No matter how angry she was, no matter how much she wished to kill the man in front of her, she still sensibly did not act, and even more precisely calculated the trajectory of the bullet when it hit her feet, and the empty shell ejected, so that it did not hurt anyone.

Sherlock had to admire her.

Highly intelligent, anti-social, and with Mycroft picking up the slack behind him, he's always been a headstrong man.Holmes has a harmonious family, and there is no such thing as cheating or cheating. If there was, Sherlock felt that he might have jumped on the other party silently the first time he found out?Instead of holding back.

It is much harder to vent than to endure.

The man smiled, raised his hands, stood still and stopped moving forward, "Don't get excited, I just want to hug you, really! The first time I saw the 18-year-old FBI, Han didn't tell me before that she had a daughter , is still such an outstanding daughter."

The way the man looked at Xi Ya was exactly as he said, without any obscenity, pure admiration and excitement, but also slight admiration and grievance.

"Honey, I'm Duke Ernest, a model, maybe you've heard of me."

"Sorry, I never store men who hook up with married women in my memory."

Xi Ya glanced at him coldly, and didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, ignoring his aggrieved expression, and looked at Gao Han, "Why, come to London, and change another one?"

Shia said this with mockery and sarcasm, very bluntly.

Gao Han withheld her pocket money, robbed Linse from her, limited her time with Linse, and even ordered her to fly around the world like a servant. Xia didn't complain, because she remembered one thing: In any case, Gao Han is her nominal mother and cannot tear her face apart.

However, when it comes to Linse, his self-esteem, and his pride, she is the one who can't bear it the most.

Xi Ya loves Linse so much, loves the taciturn Linse who will fly to Hangzhou overnight to take care of her because of her fever, how can she allow this woman to insult him again and again?

As soon as these words came out, Gao Han, who was a little guilty, immediately turned cold: "Lin Xiya, pay attention to your attitude, I am your mother!"

She was cold, and Xia was colder than her, as if the gun in her hand would point directly at her heart the next moment.

"Gao Han, pay attention to your identity, you are only my mother in name, there is no blood relationship!"

Gao Han choked up and stared in astonishment: "You know?"

Shea's words surprised her so much that after she finished speaking, she raised her voice and asked again: "You know?!"

Xi Ya's heart was very stuffy, and the words she said were as cold as ice scum: "There is nothing in this world that I want to know but can't know!"

Gao Han was stunned, "You... when did you know?"

Now that he knew, why would Xia listen to her all the time, help her run her business network, help her solve cases, and help her form contacts?

Seeing her like this, Xi Ya felt that her anger was not worth it at all.

She's human, what's the point of being mad at a mindless goldfish?

"Gao Han, do you think my IQ of 188 sounds nice, or is it auspicious in numbers?"

No, impossible!

Gao Han took a step back. Isia and Linse talked about everything. If Xia knew about it, Linse must know it too.

No, impossible!If Lin Se knew, how could she still maintain a husband and wife relationship with her?

What does Linther want to do?

Xi Ya knows a little bit and can get a divorce, but definitely not now.

"Gao Han, take care of yourself, Fox, I have endured you once, let me find out next time, you wait for the divorce!"

"Impossible! Linse won't divorce me for you!"

Gao Han couldn't believe it himself when he said this.

The status of her and Xi Ya in Linser's mind has always been unbalanced.

Xi Ya smiled, tilting her head and smiling brightly, really like an 18-year-old girl.

But her words made Gao Han feel like falling into an ice cellar.

"Honey, it's only 9 o'clock, it's too early to dream."

The author has something to say: Sherlock hugs√

Xiya Domineering Belly Black Index√

Hit the adulterer, hit the cold √

small theater:

Sherlock: Don't worry, I will never cheat in the future!

Xi Ya: Oh, dare to cheat?

Lin Se: Just kill the baby, but daddy will bury it.

Edward: No need to bury it, just burn it.

Rhett: It's better to be ashamed. It is said that this method is more cruel.

Qingming: Before the bone is thrown into ashes, should we flog the corpse first?Hmm, it seems better to rape the corpse first?

Sherlock: life without love jpg