[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Sherlock carried a person on his shoulders, which did not affect his sprinting speed in the slightest. He quickly exchanged the chips for money at the counter, and rushed out of the casino gate.

In fact, as soon as they left the casino, the owner of the casino had someone paste the portraits of the two of them on the gate, stating: "These two are forbidden to enter!"

However, those people didn't let them go just because they left the casino. They chased and blocked Sherlock in an alley.

Sherlock held a bag of money in one hand and supported the man on his shoulder with the other, but this did not affect his flexibility in the slightest.

He ducked to avoid a head-on punch, but suddenly used the bag of money as a weapon, swung it forward, and knocked down a man.

His two feet exerted force at the same time, kicking or tripping several men, even the body of Helen on his own shoulders was fully utilized by him.

Sherlock turned his head and kicked with his left foot, but lowered his body and grabbed Helen's waist and attacked with her feet. In this way, he knocked down three men at the same time.

Although he fought against the crowd with one man, there were more and more men lying on the ground, and only a few scattered ones were still stubbornly resisting.

Helen was awakened as her body swayed and bumped, but her vision was spun upside down.

What was even more frightening was that her whole body was attached to Sherlock's body.

Helen's head was in a daze, and her whole body seemed to be pricked by needles, jumping up and down on Sherlock's shoulders.

Sherlock's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth: "Why did you wake up at this time?"

He looked thin but actually held her tightly with his strong arms. While kicking sideways, he freed up his hand to slap her firmly on the buttocks: "Don't make trouble!"

Helen's struggling body paused, her whole body was as stiff as if petrified, and the crisp applause kept echoing in her ears.

However, Helen was used to suppressing her emotions, so she didn't yell.

It's just that the numbness and pain in her buttocks have been filling all her senses. This feeling brought by others almost drives her crazy, so she can only use all her strength to growl: "Sherlock!"

Sherlock turned his head and said nonchalantly, "I can hear you without calling so loud."

His deep magnetic voice seemed to be floating in the air, with the usual Sherlock's indifference: "I don't care about your obsessive-compulsive disorder or any other bloody symptoms, now you just stay here and don't move!"

With Sherlock's reminder, Helen also realized their current situation, she was being carried by Sherlock to escape.

Helen bit her lips tightly, clenched her fists, and exhausted all her strength to swallow her anger and stiffen on Sherlock's shoulders without moving.

Although less than 5 minutes have passed, every minute and every second now is a hellish torment for Helen.

Finally, when she reached the limit she could bear, she had to say with difficulty: "Sherlock, I can't do it!"

Sherlock seemed to realize something terrible, and he quickly lowered Helen on his shoulders.

The second that Helen's feet landed on the ground, she leaned against the wall and vomited faintly.

After finally vomiting, she just took out a tissue to wipe herself clean, and the next second, Helen was unsuspectingly pulled by Sherlock and ran quickly.

Although Helen really wanted to break free from the hand that firmly held her and passed the body temperature that did not belong to her through the clothes, but there were pursuers behind her, and she didn't want to hold back, so she was forced to ignore it as much as possible and endure it as much as possible.

In fact, Helen was very wronged, she felt that Sherlock was the pig teammate who was holding back.

Because this was the fault of him, and she was the one implicated innocently. Thinking of Helen, she couldn't help but give Sherlock a sad look.

Fortunately, they didn't run for long, and Sherlock quickly jumped into a car on the side of the road with Helen.

As soon as he got into the car, Helen couldn't wait to shake off Sherlock's hand, and quickly moved to one end of the car seat, away from Sherlock.

Disliked Sherlock: "..." At the same time, there was background music and the laughter of his most hated fat man.

A girl frequently came in and out of Sherlock's house, which was enough to attract the attention and vigilance of Mr. Mycroft, the so-called "British Government" Mr. Holmes.

So he sent his men to investigate and monitor Helen, and invited her to drink tea when the time came.

It's just that they didn't expect that this girl was too sensitive and too scared, and she was scared and panicked and slipped away right under their noses.

After Mycroft, who was sitting in the government office, received the news that his younger brother Sherlock had gone to the casino, he rushed over in a hurry.

He knew that he injected drugs for excitement, but he didn't know when he became addicted to gambling.

For Sherlock, Mycroft was also worried, and his hairline moved back a lot, although the other party didn't appreciate it at all.

"Fatty man, you're spying on me again!"

Sherlock glared at Mycroft, with a fake sneer on the corner of his mouth: "What a pity to be your dentist and tailor!"

Mycroft returned Sherlock with a kinder and deeper smile, and turned a deaf ear to his words, but he still turned to Helen with a somewhat reserved arc and a more terrifying and penetrating gaze than Sherlock's.

It's just that the corners of his mouth froze suddenly, and a strong gaze that couldn't be ignored was firmly fixed on his abdomen, which made his back feel chilly, and made his words blocked in his throat and he couldn't speak anymore.

No, to be precise, it was on his protruding belly.

Mycroft moved his position a little, took a deep breath to draw in his stomach, but the scorching gaze followed him everywhere.

It wasn't until Mycroft turned around completely that Helen could no longer see his belly, and then Mycroft let out a sigh of relief and relaxed on the seat.

Mycroft's little belly attracted Helen's full attention, making her unable to feel everything around her.

The rigorous three-piece suit is a perfect standard configuration, but the protruding belly is too discordant, so I really want to press it down.

No, Helen tightly pinched her hand that was about to move, she couldn't do this, she could only stare at it uncontrollably.

Obviously, Helen's thoughts are completely transparent in front of the two Holmes.

It was the first time in Mycroft's life that he experienced this indescribably delicate mood, and Sherlock simply had an incredible and extremely dissatisfied expression on his face: "Has your brain been invaded by desserts like Mycroft? How terrible Aesthetics!"

Mycroft took a deep breath, the atmosphere he had deliberately created was broken by this girl's little move, and his pace was also disrupted by her.

It's fine if it's intentional, then he can laugh and praise to be unique and amazing, but they all understand that this has nothing to do with strategy at all, the fact is so speechless and ridiculous, it's hard not to drive people crazy.

The subordinate next to him buried his head even lower. He didn't know about the image of today's boss!

Suppressing the depression in his stomach, Mycroft said with an elegant emphasis: "I am laughing at you, Miss Evans. I am Mycroft Holmes, who holds the last post in the British government."

No sooner had Mycroft finished his words than there was a sarcastic sneer from his younger brother.

"Holmes?" Helen murmured the last name, glanced at Sherlock, and then at Mycroft uncertainly.

Mycroft nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I am his elder brother."

"No, it's the mortal enemy!" The younger brother Sherlock, who was always at odds with his older brother Mycroft.

The author has something to say: I don’t know why I’m dizzy and uncomfortable when I come back from drinking today. My brain feels like it’s not working, and I’m writing Mai Ge/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~, and the code words that have been slow have finally been coded. This chapter is over.

My brother's mental activity after receiving Sherlock going to the casino is like this: Which little bitch brought my brother to death

Girls can always dramatize situations