[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

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The essence of romance is that it is full of possibilities.

Mr. Detective is flogging the corpse.

Gloria leaned against the door frame of the mortuary room to appreciate the tight and beautiful body of his two-year-old homosexual purple shirt, and sincerely praised: "The glutes are really good!"

Jasmine Amber nodded in agreement.

"I've seen comparable ones," Gloria said enthused. "It's an fbi, and he's chocolate-"

"Leah." Sherlock's subwoofer voice sounded, and under the flirtatious natural roll was a fake friendly but threatening smile.

Gloria looked at his vast and colorful eyes like stars, and sobbed in her heart: Dr. Moriarty must be lying to her, she has less anxiety, and she is obviously suffering from cognitive impairment—she actually felt that Mr. Holmes threatened her. The intimidating gaze is so sexy and alluring!

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." Gloria smiled flatteringly, indicating that Mr. Holmes could continue his experiment on that poor corpse.

Mr. Detective continued to whip the corpse obediently.

The buttons of the black suit were unbuttoned, revealing the gay purple shirt inside. As he swung his whip, the hem of the suit fluttered and fluttered. Looking at his waistline, Gloria felt weak all over, sosexy.

"Ding--"

A phone call that surprised her came from Irene Adler.

Queen Shi nue's voice was hoarse and moving, "Happy birthday, Leah."

Gloria was not surprised that Adler knew her information. This well-known lady in the UK knew many dignitaries, and her information was not a secret.

The blond girl laughed briskly, "Thank you, you are so sweet."

"What's that voice over there?" Irene asked curiously.

Gloria stared at her boyfriend's prominent chest muscles due to the large movements, "Someone is doing an experiment, using a whip."

"Whip?" Queen Irene pointed, "Darling, I'm better at this, maybe you want to try?"

Gloria laughed, "No, thanks, I don't appreciate whipping, especially when those things fall on me."

The naturally curly black hair suddenly stopped and stared at her. Gloria briefly said goodbye and hung up the phone, looking at her boyfriend, "—do you have this habit?"

She frowned and thought for a while, "If you like, we can forcefully try."

Sherlock: "... who called you?"

"The phone fraud gang is selling me a horsewhip." Gloria looked sincere.

Sherlock: "..." Does he look as stupid and deceitful as Anderson?

"Ding--"

Gloria's phone vibrated frantically again, from Dr. Bau.

"Hi, Rhett, have you arrived at Heathrow International Airport?" Gloria's voice was pleasantly surprised. On her birthday, the little doctor, the handsome chocolate boy, and babygirl came to celebrate her birthday while on vacation.

Spencer was standing in the airport wearing a plaid shirt, and Morgan had already contacted the car rental service. He moved closer to the phone and said to Gloria over there, "...we are going to get in the car and go to the Tower Bridge Hilton Hotel, and we are thinking about how to celebrate Is it a good day?"

"Of course, I've been looking forward to today for a long time." She looked at Mr. Holmes with a sweet smile.

Sherlock Holmes: "..." The little girlfriend is really annoying.

In Britain, a country known for its dark cuisine, Chinese restaurants are like a fairyland.Needless to say, the decoration full of Chinese charm, the wonderful aroma of oriental food makes people mouth-watering and stop.

With the help of the navigator, Morgan accurately arrived at the Chinese restaurant near Baker Street. This store is full of red and yellow decorations, dragons and lanterns can be seen everywhere, and delicious food is rare.

And this restaurant is very popular with Mr. Holmes, he can magically guess the content of the fortune cookie every time.

And Gloria, who can't bear the dark British cuisine, said that Chinese food is the greatest existence in the world!

"Leah!" Garcia greeted her wearing a beautiful headband, and Gloria quickly ran to hug her. "Oh, God, finally met this beautiful blonde girl."

Morgan looked at Rhett and sighed, "Look, this girl stole babygirl's love, who else is more likable than her."

"Don't worry, you will always be our favorite chocolate guy." Gloria looked at the little doctor, "babykid, I really miss your plaid shirt."

Rhett stroked his hair shyly, "You haven't introduced your boyfriend to us yet."

"You will get along well." Gloria led them to their seats.

It was almost impossible for Sherlock Holmes to adapt to group life. Gloria was already very satisfied with his silent performance. If he had a good chat with the bau group now, she was worried that she would go to hell.

Gloria suggested to the two geniuses present, "You can talk about deductive reasoning, mathematical physics, or other things we don't understand."

After finishing speaking, she happily joined Morgan and Garcia to share the delicious crispy duck, but Sherlock glanced at the little doctor's wrist and asked, "The wide wristwatch that Lia is wearing is your gift."

Of course, Mr. Holmes always prefers to speak in a declarative tone in his inquiries.

"...yes," Spencer Reid looked like a nerd with his messy hair, knitted cardigan and plaid shirt, "is it because Leah and I wear similar watches? Ya said you were very good at basic deductions."

"It's funny, isn't it?" Sherlock asked nonchalantly.

Rhett found that compared to his inability to communicate with others, Leah's boyfriend was really indifferent and withdrawn. Well, geniuses always have privileges.

Little Doctor always likes to talk about data or definitions when he doesn’t know what to say, “The logical form of deductive reasoning is of great significance to rationality, and it has an irreplaceable corrective effect on maintaining the rigor and consistency of human thinking.”

Sherlock evoked a fake friendly smile with a blank face, "You and Gloria ever received detoxification treatment together?"

"...Yes." Rhett probably began to understand why some people didn't like him. Fortunately, he was not as aggressive as Mr. Holmes. To be honest, he looked rather unbeatable.

Gloria is not in the mood to care about the progress of the chat between her friend and her boyfriend. She is eating a mochi ball filled with red bean stuffing, and before she can get distracted, she is enlivening the atmosphere between the two who are not good at communicating. , Mr. Holmes received a call.

Goldilocks is blackfaced, because the other party is Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard.

"Sherlock, a Barclays bank van carrying 10 million pounds was robbed 3000 minutes ago. Based on the evidence left at the scene, Scotland Yard has made no progress in solving the case." Detective British sincerely asked for help.

The consulting detective bluntly said, "When have you guys made progress."

"...We need your help, Sherlock," Inspector Lestrade, who has long been despised, explained the case on his own. "The money was stored in three safes. He was pulled over by a male policeman on a motorbike at an isolated location in Ston Station."

"Obviously, he's a fake policeman." Sherlock's tone was as beating as ever.

"... yes." Inspector Lestrade tried to ignore the irritating word obvious to the consulting detective.

Sherlock interrupted what he wanted to say, "The male policeman may have told the driver of the armored van that a bomb was planted in the home of the president of Barclays Bank, and Scotland Yard informed the armored van that there is also a problem and needs to be inspected."

"...Yes, how do you know?"

The detective's tone was full of impatience, "How can human beings only have a seven-second memory? Four days ago, a Barclays bank manager received a threatening letter, asking the female staff to send 300 million pounds to the designated place. You arranged five Ten police officers, but the other party did not show up. Stop asking me these obvious things, what did the criminal do after that?"

Stupid Goldfish Inspector Lestrade continued, "Everyone on the banknote transport vehicle knew about the threatening letter incident four days ago, so they got out of the vehicle. Shouting "It's going to explode, run away! ", and then drove the armored vehicle away in full view of the public."

"The monitoring equipment you are proud of doesn't have any direction of investigation?" Sherlock played with the fortune cookie in his hand.

The inspector's voice was low, "He changed to another vehicle and left in a remote place without a surveillance system... Are you coming, Sherlock?"

"Of course, I'm with Leah."

Gloria: Who's going? !I dont go!Today is obviously the date when her plan to lose her virginity will be implemented!How annoying are criminals in London!

Sherlock showed the most kind smile today, "Leah and I have a little matter to deal with, we need to leave temporarily, I hope you understand."

bau team: "..." Although your voice sounds sincere, isn't that expressionless pale face a little too cold.

Until the two got into the ghost sports car, the elf girl's angry mood remained unchanged, and her voice was pitiful, "You don't care about today at all."

Gloria's gray-blue eyes were misty, and she looked at him with aggrieved and accusing eyes, "I just want to belong to you, but it doesn't matter to you."

"Have you seen today's fortune cookie?" Sherlock asked, then put the biscuit in her hand, "Open it and have a look."

She wiped her eyes like a little girl who has been wronged. She is so cute that people want to send a kiss to comfort her. The detective's gorgeous and deep voice is bewitching, "Leah, open it and have a look."

Hmph, unless he hides a diamond ring inside, she won't let her down!

Gloria broke open the biscuit and flattened the little white paper.

—Hold on, you are not far from victory.

"You know what's in there?" Well, she was really on the verge of tears.

Sherlock's pale fingers touched the corners of the little girl's eyes, "As I said, I can always guess the contents of fortune cookies in Chinese restaurants."

"Is this an accurate prophecy?" she asked.

The detective's indifferent silhouette is ascetic and full of distance, but his green eyes, like the starry sky, are shining with tiny stars at this moment, "I will solve this case before eight o'clock tonight."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

He answered with that gorgeous subwoofer voice.