[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

After having Barala, although most of the time he was silent more and more times, solving the case was more interesting than before.John thought so, and he didn't know that Sherlock was thinking differently from him, so he secretly glanced at the curly hair next to him.

Sherlock had already finished eating, and now he was fiddling with the mobile phone that was said to be full of scandals of many government officials and princes and nobles from all over the world that he got from Irene Adler.

Balala was eating happily, glanced at Sherlock's movements, wiped her mouth, and wondered if she should give him a hint, to make up for the sin of cutting off his only peach blossom.

Now their attention is all focused on those fragment cases, and through the reasoning of Sherlock and Barala, the energy contained in these fragments seems to move all the organizations that have heard of it.

If the calculation is correct, two fragments have already fallen into the hands of Yinyuanhui. Although I don’t know how many fragments there are, but there can’t be a hundred and eighty pieces of this thing so that people can find it like this, and it’s not like playing a jigsaw puzzle. , the number is estimated to be fine but not many, and if you collect a few, you can summon the dragon to destroy the earth.

A watch is a must.One piece less is incomplete, so they have more time to find Yinyuanhui and unplug it.

The downside of focusing too much on one case is that the other cases become dispensable.Sherlock was not so eager to break Irene's mobile phone password, and Irene was not as different in Sherlock's eyes as planned.

It's such a sad reminder, it seems that you should tell Sherlock the password when you go back.

Barala stroked her chin in thought.

This dinner Barala ate was the most satisfying meal ever, and it cost nothing. It was so cool that she had no friends.

Her face was full of greasy food, her stomach puffed out, and she took the "Sherlock-style" manual elevator and climbed into his ear.It is both ventilated and warm inside, and you can talk at any time without fear of being heard. It is simply a magic weapon for IKEA IKEA travel.

But I have to mention one more thing, ever since she entered this comprehensive world, Barala has encountered all kinds of winners in life:

Tyrant Life Winners: Boss Tony, Boss Wayne;

Always Youthful Life Winner: Steve Life Winner, Henry Morgan Life Winner; and maybe a Mister Grumpy who I hope I never meet.

Poor life winners: the little spider; the little ant... and John.

As for why John is a winner in life.

Holding Sherlock's thigh is equivalent to hugging the Holmes family's thigh, which is equivalent to hugging the entire British family's thigh, don't you think he is!

But in this group of winners in life, Barala still has to kneel down to Sherlock, whose IQ crushes all heroes.

Because of this guy!There is no earwax!

No earwax!This is too fucking bad!

This guy must have never worn headphones!Especially the kind of plug-in headphones!

Balara stayed in the clean...warm...smell-free...cave, hole (huh?), looking left and right all the way back home unbelievably.Finally, he gave up looking for earwax and said to Sherlock: "You are a saint, you have won."

Hearing her weak words, Sherlock couldn't deduce what she was referring to, but the corners of his mouth still curved slightly.

Sherlock's thin lips: "I feel that I have been lifting more and more recently, and it has almost broken through my entire year of exercise."

up?Barala thought, Sherlock smiled when he saw something.

But soon, Sherlock's expression was not so relaxed.

John walked in lavishly, still chatting about a series of weird things that happened to them today.

And Sherlock seemed to be aware of it, his eyes kept scanning all corners of the room, his footsteps slowed down, and his fingers lightly slid across the smooth frame of the sofa.

John seemed to sense something was wrong with Sherlock, and asked a little vigilantly, "What's wrong?"

John's big eyes: "Did Sherlock find something wrong?"

At this moment, Barala can only see the world outside the pierced ears, and knows nothing about Sherlock's expression. She wonders if the serial murderer can't help but want to treat the smartest people in Daying (and his brother) Are you going to start?

Sherlock's voice was faint, and he couldn't tell whether he was excited or calm. He walked to his room step by step, pressed the doorknob, and said to John or Barala: "It seems that we have guests."

As he spoke, he opened the door of his room with one hand.

then……

Barala:? ? ?

Barala asked curiously, "Why are you so quiet?"

Not being able to see the scene really made Barala, whose curiosity killed the cat, scratch her heart.

But Sherlock didn't answer.However, John, who saw this scene, took a deep breath after a brief silence, and let out a heartfelt "wow".

But he didn't explain it, and in the end, the organ of the person in the room could only speak first.

The man's plump chest: "It seems that the little follower behind Sherlock is not here."

Such a sexy voice!

The little follower (?) Barala guessed who this person was at once.

Irene Adler lay lazily sleeping on Sherlock's comfortable big bed. She woke up when the door opened. When Sherlock opened the door, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Eye.

Then I saw that sexy and thin cheek and the deadly cold eyes when looking at her.The more this kind of abstinence, the more Irene, who has been through the battlefield, will have a desire to conquer.

Apparently, this beauty forgot the pain after her scar healed, and she had long forgotten the last time Barala attacked her.

And when she saw that the woman did not appear next to Sherlock and his assistant, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, Irene has learned a lot, and she wears the clothes of extremely good women, but has a sense of ascetic beauty.

Sherlock's voice was unchanging, and he didn't feel the slightest touch on Irene's clothes: "It seems that we have customers."

John: "...uh." Now he really wants to ask Barala what she thinks.

What could Barala think?It's just... just thinking.

Barala sat cross-legged in his ear in wonder, muttering: "Is this a client? What client wants to sleep on your... bed?"

Sherlock: "..."

Don't deny it!That Irene's big boobs have already told her!

Faced with the dilemma of being the only one who can hear Barala's complaints, Sherlock still has a cold face that does not change his face. The Kung Fu practice he has learned in the past few decades is really good.

Irene climbed down from Sherlock's bed, and John took out a spare pair of slippers and said thoughtfully, "This is Barala's. She's...not here today, so you can use hers for now."

This tone seems to remind Irene that these slippers belong to the hostess. She is not here today, so you can use hers temporarily, but the slippers are still the hostess's. Even if you wear them, you can't become the hostess' relatives.

Irene: "..." She would rather be barefoot in this way.

Erin's sexy waist: "Did John let go of Sherlock so easily when a Barala appeared?"

Barala: ...This brain hole, you are also a rotten girl, right?

But Barala doesn't care, anyway, the dramas in the United States are rotten, and Sherlock's drama is a typical official series of angry fans.It's not the first time that Irene has said that Juanfu x Peanut is a pair, and I get used to it after listening.

It's my own slippers...

Barala was angry: "I have a clean freak! John made a monster, you make up for it!"

Sherlock the Backpacker: ...

He glanced at John coldly, making the kind-hearted John feel a chill in his back, as if some resentment directly hit him with a knowing blow.

John: Seems like... he... did something wrong?

Irene also struggled with the pair of slippers for a moment. She probably wasn't thinking about athlete's foot, but she had a great mental capacity, so she quickly accepted the kindness and put it on. The assistant specially reminded her that this is " The hostess" slippers, and walked into the living room in a relaxed manner.

Sherlock sat on his exclusive sofa, and Irene sat opposite him.John thought about whether he should go or stay, to leave a space to be alone, but then he thought about the Barala in Sherlock's ear... He felt that after he left like this, Sherlock would have to face the two people alone. As a woman, it seems too impolite.

Then he found a small bench and sat down silently, becoming a qualified melon eater.

Barala can just see John from this angle, and visually observing his expression, Barala feels that this Irene must be winking at Sherlock now!

However... no.

Even if Irene liked Sherlock, she would not use such vulgar means to attract his attention.What's more, she was smart enough to know that Sherlock didn't like this.

And the purpose of Irene's coming here this time is to get her things back.

"You left by plane, and now you're back, is the danger over?" Sherlock leaned on the armrest of the sofa, his blue-green eyes careless.

Irene smiled relaxedly: "Temporarily relieved. But who knows if they will chase me again in the next second."

Sherlock: "What you know makes them feel threatened, so you want to run away?"

Irene propped her chin and looked at Sherlock: "You know, my work allows me to overhear some very secret things."

Barala pouted: "This job is really fun."

Sherlock then asked her: "And what you heard this time brought about your own death?"

Irene didn't know how far Sherlock had found out. She also had lingering fears about the killer who wanted to kill her, so she thought about it for a moment and meant something: "They were afraid of my bad things, but now that their things are done, I Naturally I'm safe for the time being. I just need to get my phone back so I'm safer."

She knew that surveillance or wiretapping might be installed here at any time, so she stopped talking.Changed another topic, stood up and reached out to Sherlock: "Give me back my things."

"Your stuff?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "It's not with me."

John couldn't help but interjected, "It's at Barala's."

Erin: "..."

This time the blame was replaced by Ba Lala: "..."

It's so slippery to shake the pot, it looks like he's a teacher.