Chapter 359 Hangover and Gifts (Part )

Seeing this truly devastating scene in his home, Sherlock felt his brain gradually stop thinking.

As if like a wandering spirit, he walked toward the sofa in his living room. Compared to the messy situation in Sherlock's kitchen, Sherlock's living room was undoubtedly much more normal.

Of course, the premise is that you must ignore the resting old cow lying on the open space in front of the sofa.

That's right, Sherlock, who gradually stopped thinking, directly ignored the old cow in his living room and sat down on his sofa. He was full of powerlessness and wanted to lie back on his sofa and try hard. Think about what really happened last night.

However, when Sherlock's back just started to lean back, Sherlock felt something was wrong. The pillow on his back that was supposed to be soft became hard and cold for some reason.

Forget about being hard and cold, Sherlock felt a sharp stinging sensation near his waist when he was halfway down. It felt as if he had been hit in the kidneys. Sherlock jumped up with a scream.

While rubbing his most important waist through the flannel Christmas skirt, he looked back to see what kind of thing was sneaking up on his waist.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but upon closer inspection, the corners of Sherlock's mouth still couldn't help but twitch violently.

The thing that made Sherlock feel so speechless was actually very simple. The originally soft and comfortable pillows on his sofa were actually inlaid with a large iron plate for some reason.

And it's the same on every pillow. It looks harmonious but also reveals a hint of weirdness.

Sherlock also knew the origin of these iron plates. Sherlock could confirm with just a glance that these iron plates were the iron plates used by his shooting range to practice marksmanship for novice students.

As for why Sherlock is so sure, the reason is very simple. Every iron plate is covered with iron flowers shot by bullets. Apart from large-caliber ammunition, the only iron plates that can cause such lacerations are self-made iron plates. training ground.

As for the old cow lying on the ground, Sherlock didn't want to say anything more. Now Sherlock was squatting on the ground holding his head and thinking about whether he should live somewhere else.

After a while, Sherlock reluctantly adjusted his mood and prepared to go to the bedroom to change clothes first. After all, the best way to know what happened last night was to check the surveillance camera, and checking the surveillance camera meant going out.

Sherlock didn't want to walk out of his room wearing this little dress and then be regarded as a pervert by others.

After rubbing his swollen temples, Sherlock walked to his bedroom door in three steps and two steps at a time, slowly turned the handle, and opened the door to his bedroom.

The next second, Sherlock slammed the door shut again with lightning speed.

Sherlock's pupils began to tremble as he held the doorknob. What did he see? I fucking saw a leopard print lying on my bed!

Sherlock almost made his CPU fume and couldn't figure out who the leopard print was. Sherlock didn't even have time to take a closer look at that shocking glance just now!

After rubbing his eyes fiercely, Sherlock took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the door to his bedroom again. This time Sherlock could see clearly.

Damn it, it really is a leopard print! And it’s the most natural and perfect leopard print! Because there is a leopard lying on his bed right now!

One! Damn it! alive! leopard! ! ! !

Sherlock, who was standing at the door, was in a bad state. Where did the leopard come from? ! ! No, where did this stuff come from? ! ! What the hell did you do last night? ! !

Well, having a leopard is just that. After what he had experienced along the way, Sherlock could barely accept the fact that there was a living leopard in his bed.

But now Sherlock really wanted to know why the leopard was lying on Sherlock's bed and didn't even bother to move when Sherlock came in, looking like it was spoiled.

However, looking at the lipstick-stained hair on the leopard's body, and the pink (lipstick-stained) leopard prints faintly revealed among the mess that had been ravaged by someone, Sherlock could probably think of the poor leopard's last night. What exactly happened.

You must know that leopards are actually the same species as domestic cats. For domestic cats, masturbating alone is called enjoyment, but masturbating with a group of people is hell.

Although he didn't know where this leopard came from, Sherlock silently closed the door to his bedroom and decided to give the poor leopard some personal space to relax.

Fortunately, Sherlock still has magic. After a short period of mental construction, Sherlock decisively took out his magic wand and turned his Christmas-themed red skirt into an extremely ordinary sweatshirt and pants. .

After standing at the door of his villa, he took a deep breath and suddenly opened the door of his house.

The scene behind the gate almost made Sherlock scream. The reason was simple, because there were many black widows lying scattered on the originally clean and tidy streets.

It looked like someone rushed in and knocked down all the people. That guy had all kinds of weird postures.

If it weren't for the loud snoring in the entire street, Sherlock would have even begun to wonder if there had been an extremely brutal battle here.

This is thanks to the warm ice that Sherlock had arranged for Christmas. Otherwise, according to the current temperature, one of these black widows lying drunk on the street would probably freeze to death.

In desperation, Sherlock could only take out the wand he kept in the library and fly carefully towards the hangar. After all, that was the closest place to Sherlock where he could check the surveillance.

After Sherlock rode his flying broom into the hangar, Sherlock saw Tony sitting on the sofa.

At this time, Tony had a strong smell of alcohol all over his body, as if he had just been fished out of a barrel. He even dressed up like this. He was only wearing a pair of purple pants and was sitting in his studio holding his head. On the sofa next to me.

Although Sherlock couldn't see Tony's face, but for some reason, Sherlock always felt that Tony was almost losing the courage to live at this time. Let alone people, even the surrounding environment was under Tony's background. The bottom turned into black and white.