I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Wummummum-"

Da Vinci stood on tiptoe and stretched out her right hand straight, but unfortunately, she had turned into a loli physique, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't let her fingertips touch the books on the top layer.

"Damn it, if Da Vinci kissed the original body, he would be able to take you down in minutes!" Da Vinci blushed, and she didn't think about taking out the robotic arm from the small schoolbag at the back to grab it. That book, but it is very dangerous to use high technology without knowing the specific development of the Lost Belt civilization.

In short, she is now a cute loli with a soft voice and a soft body that is easy to push down. She will cry for a long time with a punch, and if she can't get the book, she will cry for a long time.

Isn't there any kind-hearted person here to help?

I really cry!

Da Vinci sighed secretly.

Ah~ If only Roman was here, that guy would definitely help her take down the book with a smirk, because that guy is such a good guy.

"Is this the book you need?"

A hand swept past Da Vinci's small hand, pinched the side of the book, pulled it out and placed it in Da Vinci's hand.

"Thank you," Da Vinci was stunned, his eyes slowly widened and he looked at the man standing beside her in disbelief.

"Well, this book is too profound for a child of your age, but it's amazing," the man smiled and put his hand on Da Vinci's head and rubbed lightly, "You called What? I don't seem to have seen you here."

Da Vinci didn't answer the man's question but just stared blankly at the man's face, tears rolling down her delicate cheeks.

"Ah! I'm not a bad person! Woah ah ah! Don't cry!" The man squatted down in panic after changing his previous image, and clumsily took out candy from his pocket, "I'll give you candy, don't cry OK!"

"No, I'm fine," Da Vinci was stunned and quickly raised his hand to wipe his tears, but the body seemed to be out of control, and the tears couldn't stop at all.

"Ah! You are actually fishing here! You promised to go shopping with us! Huh? You actually made the child cry!" A young girl appeared behind the man and grabbed the man's ear roughly.

"No, no! I came here when I saw that this child needed help!" The man waved his hands vigorously.

"Really?" The girl curled her lips, "Yes, I forgive you that you don't have the guts."

The man lowered his head, and although he was seriously looked down upon, he couldn't refute it.

"Have you separated from your family, kid?" The girl raised her hand and touched Da Vinci's head.

It's a wonderful feeling.

"No, I'll be back soon, you guys go shopping," Da Vinci shook his head while holding the book.

"Well, well, if you get lost, you must find the nearest person," the girl nodded after hesitating for a while, then turned and grabbed the man's back collar, "Then let's go, we agreed to accompany us. You are not allowed to close your eyes until the early hours of the morning."

"Hey! Is that what your day means!" the man shouted in disbelief.

"Do you want to go back on your words?" The girl raised her eyes, "It's obvious that you have broken your appointment so many times."

"No, that's the one," the man shrank his neck, his voice getting lower and lower, "today is my vacation."

"what?"

"Sorry! I didn't say anything!"

"What," Da Vinci looked at the backs of the man and the girl who were getting farther and farther away, "no matter where you are, you will not change."

Da Vinci lowered his head silently and hugged the book tightly in his arms.

"Fool."

Chapter 12 This time, who is checkmate?

I know this is wrong and unforgivable, but I really can't stand this ending, so I'm going to continue. ——? ? ?

"221 Baker Street."

Sherlock Holmes crumpled the business card into a ball and stuffed it back into his pocket, looking at the familiar house number in front of him with twitching corners of his mouth.

Obviously this is not Baker Street at all, but when you get here, it suddenly becomes 221 Baker Street, as if 221 was forcibly shoved into another street.

And it's number 221 where he lives.

He was now beginning to wonder if Moriarty was really starting to get sick.

I'm thinking too much.

Holmes opened the door with a sigh and walked up the stairs quite naturally.

"Welcome, please sit down."

Sitting on the sofa, Moriarty smiled and pointed to the sofa opposite him.

Holmes, who kept pushing the door, fell silent.

I have to say that this scene is very familiar.

Every time he was about to shoot with a pistol in his spare time, he saw the client who came to the door like this.

As a detective, it is a basic skill to observe the environment all the time, even in his home, 221 Baker Street, his home, but there is no evidence of Sherlock Holmes' life here, but it is the same as in his memory. No. 221 without any deviation.

What an unpleasant common sense.

Holmes frowned and sat down in the same chair which he had used to greet his client.

"Then what troubles you?" Moriarty put a picture frame on the small table with a pipe in his mouth. In order to allow Holmes to see the person in the photo clearly, Moriarty turned his finger around. turn the photo frame.

The corners of Holmes' eyes jumped fiercely.