The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Ordinary staff of the Security Bureau, that is, creatures collectively referred to as "police" by outsiders, have fixed commuting hours, and the special task force will only gather when a case occurs.

However, Sherlock was an exception, holding the freshly brewed coffee and continuing to wait for the incident to happen in the afternoon.

Fu Zhao pushed open the door with his usual heartless smile and saw his serious face, his expression restrained for a moment: "Why are you staring at me?"

"There are only [-]% valid information in the data, don't express your personal feelings in it... I'm not interested in how to tell whether the online store reviews are fake!" Sherlock put down his coffee cup, and handwritten the pile of crooked and distorted information submitted by Fu in the morning. The paper screened out a few useful ones.

"I'm not a technician, so it's not bad to make it like this." Fu Zhao didn't take his accusations seriously, since there would be no risk of headshot anyway, so he was confident, "Others are obviously interested, you really don't fit in."

Sherlock didn't take his eyes off the paper, and carefully analyzed his handwriting as if it were a death message, grasping a certain key word: "Other people?"

"Bought a sandwich at noon and walked around the building while eating. I met other colleagues and chatted happily. So there are so many people here, but the proportion of the task force is not large..." Fu Zhao walked to the corner and moved the potted plant to the window. Bask in the warm afternoon sun.

In this regard, Fu Zhao is completely opposite to Sherlock. A cheerful and talkative person can smoothly integrate into the environment wherever he goes, and has successfully won the title of "Friend of Women"!

Looking around the office, he found that there was no work. Fu Zhao sat back on his seat and prepared to spend the rest of the time sleeping. He leaned his face on the table and closed his eyes: "I'm going to sleep...don't make me work..."

"If you want to sleep, hurry up, but don't interfere with my thinking." Sherlock said coldly.

Fu Zhao yawned, with a sleepwalking tone: "It's completely incomprehensible... What are you thinking about every day? I haven't seen any new cases happen either."

"Locky's whereabouts and purpose, the last d3 sample is also in his hands, and it is also missing now." In Sherlock's eyes, everything is just the beginning, and he put the nonsense he wrote into the deep drawer to continue thinking.

Fu Zhao still had his eyes closed, his face was buried in his arms, and a vague voice floated out: "I already asked Jack... oh, it's not dead, it's an underground black doctor with extremely high fees. He said that Loki will come back next time." The clinic must call the police."

"Are you still with him?" Sherlock glanced at the drowsy Wuliangye with a doubtful expression, but thinking of his familiar character, everything made sense.

"The way we went to the clinic that day, it is very important for our villain to have a good relationship with the doctor..." Fu Zhao's voice became lower and lower, and he was almost asleep, but he opened his eyes suddenly thinking of something, "Boss, can you lend me some money?"

That title made Sherlock suddenly feel ominous: "Why do you need to borrow money?"

Supporting the table, Fu Zhao straightened up slowly, with an extremely expectant expression on his face: "It can't be said that it's borrowing money, money! I'm planning to hold a funeral for the dead Jack. If you don't want to attend, you can send a red envelope." It doesn’t seem to be called a red envelope? Forget it, Widow Sister, Thunder God, they all gave me a little change, and it’s just you.”

This set of rhetoric is probably effective in fooling others, which is why there are a few extra banknotes in Fu Zhao's wallet.

But obviously useless for Sherlock.

The Super Brain looked at Wuliangye in its busy schedule, and made an accurate judgment: "Your subsidy has been spent, so you have to borrow money to survive, why?"

Fu Zhao explained innocently: "When I thought that I would be immortal, I could still receive a salary for a long time in the future, so I spent all my salary on shopping."

"What did you buy?" Sherlock didn't notice anything unusual from his appearance, and the prices in this city were not that outrageous.

Under his oppressive questioning gaze, Fu Zhao hesitated to speak, and slid off the chair to grab the edge of the desk with both hands: "... spicy sticks. There is no one in the central area, I went to buy it elsewhere at noon. Uh... you don't Angry?"

Sherlock quietly watched his cautious behavior of rushing out of the door to escape at any time: "I can understand the impulsive consumption of ordinary people, but it does not constitute a reason for me to be angry."

Fu Zhao exposed half of his head by the table, and sat down with a sigh of relief: "Because I have a psychological shadow... Before the boss of Gin got the news that he was going to kill the defected Xue Li, even he was ready. But the gas fee was paid by me. I secretly used it to buy spicy sticks, I ran out of funds for organizing the last event of the month, I had no money to refuel my Porsche, and when the Gin Boss was chasing me angrily, he bought everything, so I didn’t go.”

Sherlock, I regret why I didn't interrupt him when I said the first word... Is this kind of organization really necessary?

Fu Zhao still had lingering fears when he recalled the past, so he took out a pack of spicy sticks from the pocket of his windbreaker and tore open the package with his teeth: "The high-level members of the organization are generally bad-tempered, and the boss of Gin almost every day violently chased me out of Erli I am used to it, and I have accumulated rich experience in hiding over the past ten years."

Not only hiding, but also avoiding pursuit and keen perception of danger. These are the superior abilities that Fu Zhao has cultivated without knowing it. He can come back unscathed when he is thrown into a battlefield full of bullets!

and so……

"Sherlock, would you like to lend me some money?"

"I don't want to."

Fu Zhao fell down on the table and fell asleep for a second, murmuring in his dream: "I heard someone gossip about you at noon today, no wonder you are not popular..."

Only when the case occurs, will he have contact with other colleagues, so no matter how long he has been in this world, the image of Sherlock is still mysterious in the impression of others.

"I don't care about other people's comments." Sherlock knew that he couldn't hear him, so he added after a while.

……

A brief period of calm ensued in the city, with no incidents requiring action by the mission team.

Fu Zhao slept through the afternoon, was pushed awake by Sherlock, rubbed his eyes and looked around in confusion, and found that it was time to get off work, and he was about to go back to the residence to continue sleeping with spicy sticks in his mouth.

Sherlock locked the office door and turned to leave. There was almost no one on this floor, the corridor was empty, and the elevator came up quickly.

Fu Zhao generously planned to give him a bag of spicy strips, but Sherlock was not interested in snacks, so he had to figure out in the elevator whether the remaining money would be enough to last until next month's salary.

"It's okay, I can still rob if I run out of money." The more Fu Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that it was not a problem, and he looked up at the ever-decreasing numbers above the elevator number board.

The numbers flickered under his gaze, then disappeared...

Fu Zhao suddenly felt guilty: "Hey, did I fix it? Why did it stop on the ninth floor?"

The elevator clicked strangely, and the feeling of descending disappeared at the same time.He patted the button plate impatiently, pressed each floor once and poked the open button desperately, but there was no response.

"Elevator failure." Sherlock was much calmer than him, and did not stop the talisman. "There is someone on duty in the security room, and it won't be long before the abnormality is discovered."

Fu Zhao continued to press the button nervously: "Don't be so calm, I have heard several stories of being trapped in the elevator and starving to death, do you want to hear it?"

"This is the headquarters of the Security and Defense Bureau, which is on duty all day long. It's impossible for this to happen." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his open thin windbreaker, staring directly at the closed elevator door.

Fu Zhao left an oily handprint on the button, and swallowed the hot stick in his mouth: "Fortunately, I have snacks, don't worry, we won't starve to death!"

Sherlock just felt that waiting here was a waste of time, but after a few minutes, the elevator still did not go down quietly, which made people a little annoyed.

Fu Zhao took out his mobile phone and began to browse through the list of contacts. He dialed the top number first: "There is no emergency call left in the elevator. Let's ask if Raytheon is there. He said he will work overtime today..."

At the headquarters of the Security Bureau, the communication and network signals will not be interrupted because of the elevator, but the number cannot be dialed out. After trying to dial it once, only a long busy tone can be heard.

"Beep...beep..."

"Strange, I can't get through even if there is a signal." Fu Zhao frowned and swiped a few times on the phone screen, playing all the numbers in the address book. After confirming that everything was normal, his thoughts ran to a more terrifying place, "Your headquarters Has anyone died in the elevator before?"

"No." Sherlock cut off his association coldly.

Fu Zhao stomped anxiously on the spot, took back his phone and gave up: "I can't do it here, and you can try it, is there anyone outside the mission team?"

The benefits prepared by the Security Bureau for the members of the mission team are not bad, anyway, they are much richer than the Black Organization.

In addition to subsidies and accommodation, the latest large-screen mobile phones are allocated, and the desktop work application software is connected to the artificial intelligence system "Skynet" of the Security Bureau. When a case occurs, the members will receive the latest information and internal communication.

Not only that, it also comes with entertainment functions such as circle of friends for daily socializing. In short, one account for work and one account for life, which is quite distinct.

Everyone in the mission team used the same mobile phone, and the number had the same beginning, so the symbol of not being able to make a call made Sherlock change the number.

Sherlock shook his head and refused: "I don't know anyone outside of work."

"It's better to say that you don't have any friends at all." Fu Zhao leaned against the cold elevator wall, "By the way, I have the number of that underground black doctor. Try contacting Black Jack and borrow some money by the way."