[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

Xi Ya's attitude doomed the mother and daughter to break up when they reunited in a foreign country.

However, the only one who feels unhappy is Gao Han.

In addition to being convinced that Gao Han is not suitable to be a good wife and mother, Xi Ya is even more determined to persuade Lin Se to divorce.

In front of outsiders, she was slapped down by her adopted daughter, and her family affairs were publicized. One of the audience was the great detective she admired...

Gao Han didn't have that face to stay and went back to the house with a cold face.

Ernest looked at Shea reluctantly, and moved his hands, not giving up the idea of ​​hugging Shea.

This time, without waiting for Shia to reach for the gun, Sherlock stepped aside, blocking Ernest's view.

Sherlock bowed his head to talk to Shia, and suddenly said: "Fortunately, it was you who came, the average IQ of Baker Street is already in jeopardy."

Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Mrs. Heywood, who lowered the average IQ of Baker Street, condemned Sherlock with their eyes tacitly.

It turned out to be in jeopardy, so sorry! !

Shea didn't think that Sherlock would say something that belittled the IQ of the roommate and the landlord without a reason. If there was a reason, maybe it could only be because of the only person present who didn't understand?

"Heh." Thinking of that possibility, Xi Ya saw Sherlock's eyes brighten, and followed up with a sentence: "Good looks!"

It's good that someone understands him.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth turned up slightly: "You are young."

"Highly educated!"

Afraid of Sherlock's objection, Xia pointed her finger at herself and said proudly, "I'm only 18, so I definitely can't compete with a 30-year-old uncle!"

Sherlock, who was running three, glanced at her: "Low height."

The 1.7-meter-three Shea has a slight knee pain: "Low income."

"Oh?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Income?"

Indeed, Sherlock's purpose as a private detective is to seek excitement and fun. He doesn't care how much manpower, material and financial resources are needed in the investigation process, and he doesn't care about the rewards that can be brought by solving the case.

However, Shia, who is still a student, wants to compare her income with him, isn't it...

Xi Ya snorted twice, not mentioning how much her income was, and made a "three" with her hands, "Soul Painter!"

Sherlock was surprised by the amount she compared, but he was unwilling to follow her meaning, "How do I remember that in China, soul painters refer to abstract paintings full of joy?"

Xi Ya choked up, crossed his arms, and deliberately glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, "You are Chinese, I am Chinese? Soul painters, of course, refer to painters who pour their souls into their paintings, referring to those painters who are particularly like people!"

Sherlock nodded, with an open-minded attitude, "May I ask the Chinese, what is the difference between a 'tsundere kitten' and a 'fried-haired kitten'?"

Shia: "!!!"

What does it feel like to shoot yourself in the foot with a rock?

Shia deeply understands the truth that you can't talk about the literal meaning with a person whose IQ is much higher than the average level, otherwise no!Understand!middle!arts!Mr. Holmes will surely leave you speechless with his pure and innocent blue eyes!

"If you don't understand, ask Du Niang!"

Shia patted the dust off her bag, ready to flee.

With long hands, Sherlock stretched out a little, hooked the shoulder strap of the backpack and pulled it back.

Unprepared, Shia staggered, fell into Sherlock's arms again, and clasped his waist.

Sherlock bent down and approached Shea, and saw her thin lips reflected in her black eyes, and asked very studiously: "Mr. Shea, do you know what the word tease means?"

The distance is well grasped, and the two are close, but not so close that the eyes cannot focus and cannot see each other clearly.

Sherlock's eyes are not pure sea blue or sapphire blue, but blue with gray, like dust, but transparent enough to see into people's hearts.At this time, the two-way expressionless eyes were actually smiling, not the usual hypocrisy and coping of the corners of the mouth, but a real smile.

The deep and hoarse voice like a violin was even lowered by two points, revealing the cool morning wind in London, bringing tremors in the ears.

Xi Ya: "..." Papa, he teased me!

Shia didn't know whether Sherlock asked the question on purpose or not, and she didn't know whether it was a coincidence that she happened to bump into the good figure and chest muscles that she had praised before. In short, she never wanted to discuss Chinese with Sherlock again!

Shia rolled her eyes, and with her right hand, she took out the gun that she inserted and inserted casually from her waist, her middle finger circled the trigger and just passed Sherlock's face.

During Sherlock's subconscious retreat, she straightened her waist and turned around at the same time, inserted the gun into her waist smartly and handsomely, turned her head, and said provocatively: "Detective, come again when you can read 1 words in a minute." Talk to me about flirting."

Rhett, far away in Quantico, sneezed.

Read 1 words in [-] minute?

Sherlock never counts his reading speed, can Shia do it?

"Mr. Xiya, when you have a memory palace, come and discuss with me about whether you are in good shape."

Xi Ya: "..." Madan!Said it was not intentional!

The two turned on the mutual confrontation mode and stood on the street like no one else...

"Flirting?" Watson rubbed his chin, thinking it should be the word.

Mrs. Hudson covered her mouth and snickered, and pulled Mrs. Heywood to speak in a low voice: "Ah, I finally saw someone who can restrain Sherlock in my lifetime."

Mrs. Heywood nodded in agreement: "It seems that agreeing to let Shia live in is the most correct decision I have ever made in my life!"

Lestrade had been waiting by the side for a long time after receiving the call. He had seen the girl not intervene in dealing with family issues, but when he later found out that the girl was an FBI at a young age, he was even more convinced that the decision not to intervene casually was correct.

However... Seeing that the two people on the opposite side were getting more and more involved in the conversation, completely ignoring others, he poked Watson with a bit of a headache: "What's going on?"

Lestrade, who didn't understand Watson's reason, explained: "A girl I met by chance when I solved the case last time came to London this time and happened to live at Mrs. Heywood's house. She is very good at solving crimes, and the two of them got along quite well. "

"Is this just a level of conversation?"

Lestrade rolled his eyes, and asked again: "Why is there a hand? Don't fool me! This is the first time I've met an 18-year-old FBI."

When Lestrade said this, Watson, who originally didn't want to fool him, wanted to shake him. He said to stay a little bit: "Berkeley Manor knows it? The two of them will solve the case first, you see."

"Who will solve the case first?"

Lestrade looked back in surprise. The two of them bowed their heads and the other raised their heads. They were still fighting each other, but they had risen from the level of kindergarten friends just now to discussing profound issues such as "memory palace" and "hippocampus". Understand.

"Needless to say? It must be Sherlock!"

Watson is waiting here!

He smiled and motioned for Lestrade to listen to him. Lestrade followed suit curiously, only to hear Watson whisper in his ear, "For the first time, Sherlock didn't win."

"Sherlock lost?"

Too surprised, Lestrade stared, and his voice was so high that it could cover the siren, attracting the attention of the two who were still fighting each other.

Sherlock squinted: "Who lost?"

Xi Ya looked at the strange police officer with a pleasing look: "You lost to me, the wicked detective who specially named the hippocampus the memory palace."

Sherlock ignored the terrified Lestrade, "Are you sure? A soul who won't tell me how to seduce girls?"

Xi Ya: "..." What the hell is the soul drawing meow?

The two drew back their attention to each other again, focusing on the debate on "Fauveism", "Abstractism" and "Realism".

Lestrade was greatly relieved, he still had to rely on Sherlock for help, so he didn't dare to offend him casually.

However, he looked and looked, his face twisted and his expression was tangled: "How long are those two going to flirt?"

Watson sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you, go back."

Lestrade: "..."

Police cars and ambulances came and went, and the bustling Baker Street quickly became deserted.

Shia, who didn't come up with a result, couldn't help but go back to the room with her bag on her back, immediately took out the tablet, and quickly drew a Sherlock Holmes meow.

A Scottish fold cat with blue-gray eyes lay expressionlessly on the carpet, raised its short legs to hold a ball of purple wool the size of its head, with a haughty and cold expression, exactly the same as the big detective next door.

After filling in the coloring, he wrote "Sherlock Holmes Meow" and "BY Soul Painter Shia" in the blank space.

He settled down to paint without feeling it, and only after finishing the painting did he hear his stomach rumbling about the master's abuse.

Shia was about to go to the bakery opposite to buy some bread for a casual meal. Mrs. Heywood knocked on the door and handed over a bowl of fragrant beef curry rice: "Are you hungry? Try it now."

"Ah, thank you thank you!"

Shea hurriedly took the things, and invited Mrs. Heywood who brought her food in, "I didn't bring any good things here, I'm really sorry."

"Where is there, don't be embarrassed, I live alone in such a big house, and I am very lonely. You are here, just to accompany me."

Mrs. Heywood walked in, saw the digital tablet on the table, and was attracted by the cute cat, "Hey, this little cat is so cute!"

Shia pursed her mouth, not happy.

Of course, the painter is happy to be praised for his painting, but the object of the painting is that Sherlock Holmes who is not cute at all, that's another story!

"It always feels a little familiar."

Mrs. Heywood narrowed her eyes and looked closer, "Is this Shia your cat?"

"It's...it's okay."

Shia turned her eyes away and lowered her head to take a mouthful of rice.

The Sherlock Holmes meow she drew is considered her pet, right?

"Hey, such a cute cat, I really want to pet it."

Mrs. Heywood touched the high-definition digital tablet and sighed.

There's a big version of Sherlock Holmes next door!

Shia answered silently from the bottom of her heart, she just couldn't touch it.

The author has something to say: Shea: There is a large version of Sherlock Holmes next door!

Sherlock: Then you have to have two.

Shea:?

Sherlock: One big, one small.

Lin Senu: Drag it out!

Edward: Shred it!

Rhett: Castrate first!

Seimei: No, rape first!

Sherlock: life without love jpg

#Every day there are countless people on the way to flirt with girls#

#Sherlock's sad history of teasing girls#

Thank you Zhenzi Chocolate for the landmines, cute little things~ let me take a bite~