Villains have special death skills

Chapter 116 Interview with the Vampire at Night: Where Are We Going, Dad ([-])

"You are really a little devil," Lester's slender figure enveloped her, her fleshy and soft hands wrapped around Louis' neck, warm and crystal clear liquid fell on Louis' neck, and Louis patted her He picked her up and said to Lester, "Okay, let's go home."

Lester showed an elegant and helpless smile, and lazily said in his usual mean voice: "Louis, you spoil her too much, you see she has even deceived you now."

Louis ignored Lester, and the girl lay in his arms without saying a word. Her intimate gestures showed that she was very dependent on him. With Louis' protection, Lester could not blame her, and when they arrived, they settled down in London When they were together, Louis found that the girl in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep.

Lester arranged their apartment in London as before. Su Shunqing was awakened by the sound of violin. She got up from the coffin and opened a corner of the heavy curtain. She found a slender man on the opposite side who kept playing Stradivari's violin.

The sound of the violin is a bit sharp, condensed like a deep throat, sometimes cheerful, as crisp as big beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes rushing, making the heart tremble like a roller coaster.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes," she murmured in a low voice, a hint of mischief flashed in her clear green eyes.

"Daddy, would you like to meet a strange gentleman, his temperament is very similar to yours?" The crisp and soft voice belonging to the little girl echoed in the silent room.

Lester was wearing a white silk shirt with loose sleeves. The hem of the shirt was tucked into the breeches. He slowly fiddled with the jewel buttons on the cuffs. The cuffs were decorated with some white lace. There were gorgeous and delicate dark patterns on the sides of the shirt. The shirt was The V-shaped neckline, at this moment, is wide open, revealing his fair skin and beautiful collarbone.

His slightly curly blond hair, which is as bright as the sun, is tied low on the back of his head, and only one side of slightly long bangs slightly covers his beautiful gray eyes. He looks extremely dazzling. Out of the elegant state of nobility.

"Daddy, are you going out?" The girl tilted her head with a puzzled look on her face.

"No, stay at home tonight." Lester said, and finally buttoned the cuffs. "Little Claudia, do you think someone looks like me?" He approached her and rubbed her soft hair, standing in front of the window with her.

Hearing this, the girl nodded solemnly. She blinked her sly green eyes, and pulled open the curtains. This movement caused the opposite side to wear silk pajamas and slippers with black background and red plaid, and they kept pulling A certain gentleman of the violin was exposed to Lester's sight.

Lester folded his hands on his chest, his gray eyes flashed a playful look, he quietly listened to the crazy violin music played by the neighbor across the street, and after playing for a long time, a certain gentleman on the opposite side seemed to realize that the neighbor opposite him and his daughter who was suspected to be his daughter Two young girls, one big and one small, were standing in front of the window and staring at him. He put down the violin on his shoulder a little irritably, raised his eyebrows at the neighbor across the way, his expression didn't change much.

After a while, the voice of Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock's landlord, was heard downstairs. Her surprised voice could be heard upstairs for a while, followed by a slight running sound.

A little girl wearing a lake green lace bubble skirt appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes. What caught people's eyes was that her curly golden curly hair was casually scattered on her shoulders tonight, exuding a moist luster like a joke , Of course, all this is not as good as her bright and clear eyes and bright smile, she looks as lively as an angel.

"Mr. Holmes, are you surprised or not?" She held up the small bamboo basket in her hand. Inside the basket were small cookies wrapped in butter paper, which were written by Louis.

"You didn't expect me to move to 223b Baker Street, did you?" She took out the cookies from the basket and placed them on the round table in the center.

The furnishings in the room are only a few. There is a large and soft leather chair in the front, a round table in the middle of the chair, and two chairs behind the round table. There are some gadgets piled up on the small table next to it, and there is a pistol. The most eye-catching thing in the room is the red target that is the farthest from the chair and near the fireplace. A pocket knife from the letter is stuck in the middle of the wooden fireplace. .

"Don't you live in the villa on the Champs Elysees?" Sherlock put the violin back in place, put his hands in the small pockets of the silk pajamas, his legs are very slender, thanks to his thin figure, He sat on the single sofa behind the round table, and casually picked up the cookies she put on the round table.

He took a bite, and the rich aroma of milk and cocoa filled his mouth. He waved the half-bitten cookie in his hand and praised: "This cookie tastes good, thank the person who made the cookie for me."

The girl smiled with her eyes crescent like crescent moons. She was very beautiful. She climbed onto the single leather sofa opposite the round table. This sofa was obviously set up for visitors. The distance from the single sofa behind the round table was just enough for Sherlock Holmes Mr. carefully observes the visitor.

"Aren't you curious about how I moved to Baker Street?" She took the initiative to pour herself a cup of hot black tea. Although she didn't drink it, the British love of drinking black tea really hasn't changed since ancient times.

Sherlock patted the biscuit crumbs on his hands, took another sip of black tea, flushed down the sweetness in his throat, and then he answered the girl's question, "I saw the person standing with you opposite me when I was playing the violin. Neighbor, it should be your 'father'. He has very handsome facial features, and he stands beside you in a relaxed and casual posture, which shows that your relationship is very close. But to be honest, you are not alike at all, even though you are equally cute and beautiful. His figure is very slender, his clothes are rococo style, with lace on the hem, and the gemstone buttons on the cuffs are reflected in colorful light by the glass. He should be a French nobleman. Isn’t it interesting? You are an American, He is a Frenchman, and you are father and daughter, let me guess the relationship between them."

The girl quietly nibbled on the small biscuit, and did not refute or admire his judgment, she was just nibbling the biscuit obediently.

After a while, Sherlock showed a shrewd and amusing smile, and he smiled and made the final verdict: "You are essentially the same."

He is your creator.

The blood race, a mysterious race that is circulated in ghost stories.

　Xia·Sweets Lover·Locke·Violin Noisy·Mr. Holmes; please pay attention to my wording, rewritten from girl to girl, well, it goes without saying that although Claudia is set to be nine years old, foreign height you I understand, it is almost equivalent to the appearance of our 15-year-old girl, and the original book is five years old...Here is the nine-year-old quote from the movie; thanks to "Faellin" for the reward
　　
　
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