[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

The cold winter weather in London and continuous rain and snow made the streets of Baker Street muddy. When Gloria and Sherlock returned to the apartment, they found that today's consultant had not yet arrived at 221B Baker Street.

"Some coffee?" Sherlock was standing in the kitchen fiddling with the coffee pot, holding the coffee cup like the most decent and elegant gentleman, and the black suit showed his charming waistline because his arms were raised.

Gloria swallowed her saliva looking at Mr. Holmes's seductive body curves, God, he really tempted her all the time.

Sherlock was very satisfied with the obsession in the little girl's eyes, and walked to Gloria with two cups of coffee in his long and beautiful hands.

A ray of winter sunlight shone in through the oriel window, plating her long curly hair with a golden halo, shining like molten gold in the slightly dim bedroom of 221B Baker Street.

"It's so bitter——" Gloria really didn't like the black coffee that Mr. Holmes loved, let alone someone only put a piece of sugar for her.

The little girl wrinkled her beautiful face and looked at him dissatisfiedly because of the bitter taste of the coffee. Sherlock would not admit that he put less sugar on purpose. Whoever asks her to undergo psychotherapy can make the psychiatrist feel admiration .

"Three sugar cubes per cup of coffee is not healthy."

Sherlock watched the little blond girl whimpering and looking at him dissatisfied, her bulging pretty face made him want to laugh, and the detective held back his smile and proudly took a sip of his coffee.

Gloria puffed her face like an angry little squirrel, watching Sherlock's movement of drinking coffee and directly touching his lips, the almighty British detective was stunned for a moment, her lips were opened by her, and her sweet lips teased him The tip of her tongue, hotly entangled and sucked, and even deliberately made some ambiguous sounds.

After a few seconds, Sherlock turned his back on the guest. After Gloria realized that she was passive, she nibbled the tip of his tongue in protest, and then backed away without hesitation.

She looked at the detective's red ears and raised her chin in satisfaction, "It's really sweeter this way."

After finishing speaking, she put the coffee cup on the low cabinet, picked up the application materials for Cambridge University on the single sofa, and prepared to continue studying her path to a prestigious school.

Too bad Sherlock Holmes wasn't going to give her that chance.

The blond stunner was pulled to her side by Sherlock's strong arms and leaned against the wall. He always looked cold and evil when his face was cold. Gloria, who was wearing thin-soled Moroccan slippers at home, was some distance away from his height and could only look up. The small face observed his expression.

He closed the curtains just a few inches from the wall Gloria was leaning against, and put his arms around her to form a tight space, one leg squeezed between hers, his whole body almost touching the girl.

The light came through the only gap in the curtains. In the dark space, the man was too close to her to make the girl's eyelashes tremble slightly. The curving eyelashes like butterfly wings were like a small fan. She raised her head, her eyes were as clear as glass beads The blue eyes reveal a panicked and seductive gesture, and the sweet Lolita breath is ambiguous and immature, which will only make people want to bully her even more.

Sherlock frowned, she couldn't show that look to others.

Seeing him frowning, the stern Gloria became more cautious, "Sir——"

She must not know how attractive her expression is at this time.

Sherlock was even more dissatisfied, and glanced at the thin ice covering the streets of London through the gap in the curtains. The cars on the street were moving very slowly, and the help-seeker from the outer suburbs of London was expected to arrive in 10 minutes, which was not enough time what does he do.

Mr. Holmes, who was the first virgin man in the British Empire for more than thirty years before meeting Gloria, was of course an ascetic in nature. He had no interest in love and marriage, let alone sex. In front of him, he was out of control, and he couldn't even resist her seductive expression.

Gloria guessed the reason why Mr. Holmes did not move. It has been nearly an hour since the consultant called. I am afraid that it will not be long before the other party arrives at Baker Street.

She breathed a sigh of relief, it was because she has always been seducing him with vile humor and not cooperating, so every time he caught him, it would not end easily. Only God knows, Mr. Sherlock Holmes's extraordinary talent does not only reflect On the detective.

So the blond beauty, who mistakenly thought that the danger had passed, was about to get out from under his arms, but she didn't expect to be hugged tightly by the black curly-haired man. The feeling of weightlessness made her hug him tightly subconsciously, wrapping her legs around him, Sherlock It was completely close to her, and the vigorous and powerful part rubbed between her legs through the trousers.

Gloria blushed and patted his arm, "Don't make trouble! We're going to solve the case later!"

See, Miss Gloria Rockefeller is good at suing first.

Sherlock felt that the roles between the two could be reversed once. He looked at the unknowing light of lust on the little girl's face, the green eyes of the British man's deep sea with an evil light, Glo Lia glared at him angrily, but Sherlock stared into her eyes and directly put his big hands into her clothes and kneaded them.

"—Sherlock Holmes!" Gloria's eyes were shining, as if she was about to cry out of anger.

The detective consulted her finger into her skirt and threatened her, her voice was hoarse and gorgeous, as if it was full of classical atmosphere like an aria, "If you cry, it will be more unreasonable to you, cunning little villain."

Mr. Holmes, who had regained his home court advantage, withdrew his fingers in satisfaction, and continued to attack her. Looking at the wetness of his fingertips, he smiled, "You are always so well prepared."

Gloria's eyes widened. This is not the ascetic Sherlock Holmes!Who is this evil man!

After teasing, of course you must know how to appease, Sherlock gently kissed the girl's lips, "Be good, I'm just demonstrating your previous behavior."

Gloria pushed him away angrily, and her legs went limp for a moment on the ground. She opened the curtains in a bad temper, and saw a man running towards him a little madly.

Sherlock was lazily standing by the window, the clear winter sun cast a layer of light on his body, his pale classical silhouette was as if carved with a knife and axe, "He looks like he is 50 years old, with a dignified appearance, elegant and luxurious clothes, he looks bulky His body is very unaccustomed to running with his own legs, seeing his ugly expression with his head dangling."

Gloria: ...Mr. Holmes's tone and choice of words are sometimes quite embarrassing.

"He's looking at the house numbers of these houses?" Gloria distanced herself from him, expressing her dissatisfaction with Sherlock's behavior just now.

The consulting detective flashed a menacing smile at Gloria, "Gloria, don't make me repeat, stand beside me."

Gloria, who is stern and introverted, never doubted Mr. Holmes' ability to retaliate. She stood beside him with a puffy face. Sherlock rubbed his fingers on the little girl's cheek in satisfaction, "I think he is today's consulting client."

As soon as the words fell, the doorbell of 221B Baker Street rang crazily. In a short while, he had already climbed the stairs to the second floor, panting as if he had gone through a marathon.

Although this middle-aged man has gained weight, judging from his facial features, he must have had an extraordinary appearance when he was young. Even now, he can still be seen as a noble and upper-class person from the emphasis on temperament, but what does not match this is his expression full of sadness and disappointment , it looked as if it had encountered an unbearable catastrophe.

It's a pity that Mr. Sherlock Holmes has never had extra sympathy, "You must be Mr. Holder who is seeking advice today."

Scotland Yard had telephoned hurriedly an hour before, and there would be a Mr. Holder, at the suggestion of Inspector Lestrade, to consult the case, mentioning a crown, but otherwise giving no details.

Gloria helped him find a comfortable chair. Mr. Holder's chest was heaving violently for a few minutes before he sat down. He tried his best to calm down, then took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket to wipe his sweat His forehead was soaked, his breathing was still very short, and he was a little confused about the consulting detective in front of him.

This Sherlock Holmes detective looked too young, and he was well-dressed, obviously all from luxury brands, and what was even rarer was the elegant and classical temperament. Compared with saying that he was a detective, he was more in line with the image of a gentleman of noble birth.

And the assistant beside her?Maybe this blonde girl can gain a place in Hollywood by virtue of her beauty?

Are the detective and assistant serious? !How come it looks like a hired actor?

Gloria served him a cup of warm black tea, "I'm afraid you have encountered very troublesome things."

Mr. Holder was bewildered, "God! I'm in unimaginable trouble! I'm afraid I'm about to suffer public disgrace, even though I've been perfectly clean. And it's not just about my reputation. By the time it is resolved, even the most noble people in England may be affected."

"Sir, please calm down." Sherlock took a sip of the sweet milk that Gloria brought him. "We need to find out who you are and what happened."

The consulting client has almost calmed down, "I am Alexander Holder of Needlework Street Holder-Steven's Bank."

Gloria raised her eyebrows. If she remembered correctly, this gentleman is the main partner of the second largest private bank in London. What happened to make this first-class London citizen so panic-stricken and anxious.

Sherlock looked at his face flushed from running, "I think you rushed here after following Scotland Yard's advice and cooperating with me, but almost all of London is hard to drive due to rain and snow, especially around Baker Street What's more, I'm afraid that when your private car is driving near here, you can only drive slowly to prevent traffic accidents, and you can only hurry to 221B Baker Street on foot in order to meet me as soon as possible."

"Yes!" Holder looked at Sherlock in surprise, and his doubts about consulting detectives who were too young were much reduced.

He went on to explain the difficulties he encountered, "My private bank has provided secured lending business in recent years, that is to say, under absolutely reliable guarantees, the money is borrowed in the form of loans. In recent years, we have done many such loans. This kind of transaction, many famous nobles borrowed large sums of money from us with their famous paintings, books and gold, silver and jewelry as collateral."

"Yesterday morning, one of the noblest and most honored figures in the UK came to me to discuss business. I am sorry that I cannot tell you his name." Mr. Holder looked very professional and did not disclose the identity of the important man. "He just came to me to handle the loan business."

Sherlock's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, "It seems that he has mortgaged a lot of treasure."

"Yes," Holder continued, "he hopes to get 50 pounds immediately. The gentleman said that it is unwise to accept a friend's favor rashly in his position, so he chooses a normal loan."

Gloria asked, "What's the collateral?"

"Have you ever heard of the emerald crown?" Holder's forehead was sweating again, "it is one of the most valuable public property in England, and the gentleman packed the gorgeous, precious and dazzling emerald crown in a velvet box Leave it to me for safekeeping."

Sherlock pressed his hands together against his chin, "The emerald crown is inlaid with 39 large emeralds, and the carved gold carvings on it are so valuable that it is difficult to estimate. The estimated value of this crown is much higher than 50 pounds."

"Yes, that's true," continued Alexander Holder, admiring the detective's knowledge, "the noble client said he would redeem the security within four days, and he I am required not to reveal his identity and to take all possible precautions against the crown, which, if it were damaged in any way, would be a national scandal."

"The other party has a noble status. If you refuse for the sake of your future, I'm afraid you can only accept this loan." Sherlock's voice is gorgeous, and there is a beautiful rhythm when stating the case. "You must cherish this national treasure very much. Even the company's private safe is not safe. I remember that a few months ago your company was reported in the newspaper due to a case of theft of the safe, so you must not worry about leaving it in the company after work. You take it with you. Back home?"

"...Yes, everything you said is correct." Holder was shocked by the reasoning of the consulting detective.

Mr. Holmes didn't think there was anything surprising about his reasoning. He put the empty glass on the table, "Unfortunately, even if you are so cautious, this crown is still lost."

Mr. Holder fell into a sad mood again, covering his face and sighing.

And Gloria looked at the empty glass in front of Sherlock and smiled, sweet milk is very suitable for the world's number one consulting detective~