[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

I will wait for you under the thousand searches, I will wait for you in the water when the water comes, and I will wait for you in the ashes when the fire comes. — Love

At 03:30 in the afternoon, when the doorbell of 221B Baker Street rang again, Sherlock was sitting on the brown leather sofa elegantly and decently, while Gloria was changing clothes again.

The blonde girl finally put on her pants today. The light blue shirt and skinny jeans outline a charming line, with two buttons on the neckline, which is handsome and sexy.

After hesitating for a second, she put on a black-gray overcoat and walked out of the bedroom. There was no other way. With Mr. Holmes' high efficiency in dealing with the case, it was estimated that they would leave Baker Street immediately to investigate if they had new clues.

There was a tall man standing outside the living room. He was wearing a slightly old overcoat with buttons buttoned almost all the way to his chin. Gloria smiled, "Hi, I believe you are Mr. Henry Baker."

"Yes, miss, I heard that you posted the missing person announcement on social platforms, I am really grateful." Mr. Henry Baker is tall, with brown beards with gray and white on his face, and slightly rosy nose and cheeks. His hands trembled slightly when he took the hat from Sherlock. It seemed that the magical Mr. Holmes, who was alcoholic, guessed correctly again.

But now the amiable and approachable expression on Sherlock's face really made Gloria a little scared, Mom, what is Holmes planning?

"Mr. Henry Baker, you can sit on this chair near the fireplace. It's very cold today, and I can see that your blood circulation is not very good." Sherlock said with a false smile on his face, "By the way, then A goose was dying because of the cold and we had to eat it."

"Eat it!" Henry Baker almost stood up excitedly, and the blush on his cheeks became heavier. ?

Gloria brought out a roast goose from the kitchen, "Yes, it was an unavoidable choice at the time, I am very sorry. But the weight of this goose should be comparable to yours, and it is very tender, I hope it is the same will satisfy you, sir."

"Oh, of course, of course," said Mr. Baker, with a sigh of relief. ?

Sherlock looked at his little girlfriend with satisfaction, "Mr. Baker, we still keep the feathers, legs, crop, etc. of your previous goose. So, if you wish..."?

Henry Baker refused with a smile, "I don't need the bits and pieces of that goose as a souvenir of that adventure. The Christmas Eve roast goose prepared by this kind lady for me is enough for me. You are such a good couple." Friendly young man."

Gloria: ... Mr. Holmes is probably slandering now - stupid goldfish.

Sherlock showed a charming smile to Gloria in coordination, as if to say - look, with a little trick, I have proved that Henry Baker had nothing to do with the theft of the blue garnet in 3 minutes.

"This is what we should do," Mr. Holmes said with a false smile on the back of Gloria's head, Jesus Christ, why doesn't this man go to Hollywood to develop, "By the way, would you bother to tell us that the goose is Where did you get it? Our landlady is very interested in keeping livestock, and your previous goose was too good."

"Of course, sir," said Henry Baker, putting away his hat and goose, "it's the little Afar hotel near the museum, and the owner of the Wendigate has started a goose club, because it's on account of the fact that we, the members, pay each week to The club paid fiftypence, so we each got a goose from the club at Christmas, and you know what happened after I got it. Thank you very much for your kindness, sir."

Then he left 221B Baker Street?

"Henry Baker doesn't know anything about blue garnets," Sherlock said, sitting up from the sofa and putting on his black and gray trench coat.

Gloria: Why do you have to pose so handsomely while wearing a dress? Do you have any clothes?Also, is the red seam on your windbreaker a little tricky? It sets off those green eyes, so charming that it's almost foul!

Sherlock wrapped his own blue scarf around Gloria's neck, "How does it feel to find the criminal? Leah, you just enjoyed working with me to find the truth."

"Of course, even if I'm fighting against the world with you, I'm just as happy." Gloria straightened the scarf around her neck, her white fingers resting on the dark blue scarf very beautifully, "You are an arrogant monster Fuck, I'm a frivolous blond bitch, oh sir, we're perfect mates."

The Christmas season in London is cold and windy, and the breath of passers-by condenses into cold fog. Gloria is wearing Mr. Holmes's woolen scarf, smiling at the silhouettes of her and Sherlock reflected in the shops on the street, "Sir, you Don't you think our coats are similar?"

Sherlock's footsteps made a clear and loud sound in the snow, "If you need, I can find at least twenty differences between these two clothes. My windbreaker is made of wool and chemical fiber, and yours is made of wool. Meaning cashmere composition, not to mention such a stark difference in collar style—”

"Sir, this dress is the most similar one I found in London in the cold wind." Gloria looked at him with bright gray-blue eyes, and lowered her head aggrieved.

Sherlock: "...don't pretend to be pitiful."

How should we deal with Mr. Holmes at such a time?

Gloria grabbed his shirt collar and printed a loud kiss. The cold wind blew the branches and snow fell, and the elf girl subconsciously raised her hand to cover Sherlock's head, as if she was worried that something heavy would fall from the sky and hit her. Like her Mr. Holmes, she was only amused and a little shy when she realized what she had done.

Jesus Christ, she must have loved this man so badly.

Sherlock held Gloria's hand in his, and the freezing temperature made him frown. The British man fastened all the buttons on his little girlfriend's coat, and naturally rearranged the scarf, "Why did you do that just now?"

"Being possessed by Scotland Yard in an instant, I was worried that heavy objects would fall from the sky." Gloria blinked, and blacked out Scotland Yard by the way. Inspector Lestrade, who was lying on his gun, suddenly felt a little cold by the fireplace.

The two were walking in the museum district of Oxford Street, and the Alpha Hotel was close at the corner leading to Holborn, Sherlock asked her calmly, "Then why don't you block yourself first?"

Gloria: "..."

Because my old lady is infatuated with you like crazy, okay? !

Sherlock turned to look at her before pushing open the door of this private hotel, his star-like green eyes were surging with layers of waves, as if trying to push some turbulent emotions to her eyes, his voice was calm and low, "Glo Leah, I will not allow you to leave."

Could it be her mother or Aldrich putting pressure on Mr. Holmes? !

Mrs. Rockefeller and Aldridge, who were lying on the gun inexplicably, touched their arms, why did they suddenly feel cold.

"Of course!" Gloria hugged his arm, "Sir, don't be afraid, I will protect you!"

Sherlock: "..."

... What was going on in her mind?

Under Sherlock's complicated gaze, Gloria pushed open the door of the Alpha Hotel. The owner wearing a white apron was a little surprised at the arrival of the guests at this time. After all, it was four o'clock in the afternoon on Christmas Eve. Drinking in a small hotel is also novel enough.

Sherlock took a sip of the malt-flavored beer and sighed to the boss, "If your beer can be as good as your big white goose, it must be the best beer."

"My goose?!" The red-haired Scot boss looked a little taken aback.

Gloria smiled, "Yes, we happen to know Mr. Henry Baker, a member of your club."?

"Ah, I see." The boss explained the reason for her, "but the beautiful lady and this gentleman, those geese are not raised by me. I bought 24 from a salesman in Covent Garden."?

Sherlock asked in surprise, "Really? I know some of them, and which one?"

"His name is Breckenridge."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I don't know him," Sherlock said goodbye to the owner of the small hotel with some disappointment, "I wish you a wonderful Christmas Eve."?

Gloria walked briskly beside him. "We're afraid we'll have to find Breckenridge as soon as possible. Tonight is a reunion day. He's likely to leave the stall a few hours early and go home to prepare dinner."

"Yes, tonight is a slightly special date," Sherlock looked at her with deep sea green eyes, and the gorgeous subwoofer blared, "I have a date tonight, with my family."

Gloria: "..."

See - parents? !Jesus Christ!She suddenly suspected that according to this rhythm, they might start discussing engagement in a month, and they might have a baby in a year? !

"...you don't want to go?" Sherlock suddenly became annoyed by Mycroft's poor proposal. This fat middle-aged man really has time to occupy the British government. "I also think it's better to stay on Baker Street—"

Gloria interrupted him, "Sir, can you promise me one thing?"

Sherlock: "..." In basic deductive reasoning, this seems to be the rhythm of breaking up? !

"We must take safety measures. I don't want to have a baby next year." Gloria looked at him seriously.

Sherlock: "..."

Is there something wrong with his little girlfriend's damn brain circuit? !