The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

One of life's lessons, never compromise with someone who has no morals.One step back will lead to the next step, sooner or later there will be a cliff behind you!

Fuzhao adhered to the villain principle of "what's yours is mine", and in the next few minutes, he borrowed combs, clean towels, coral fleece nightcaps, and a few blank pieces of paper that he didn't know what to do with...

The curly-haired masculine temperament is somewhere between a youth and a teenager, with his round eyes poking at the door frame to probe his head.

Sherlock stared at his two dark circles silently for a moment, quickly tore a few pages from the notebook, and threw them into his arms together with everything he wanted!

Fu Zhao took a half step back under inertia with his nightcap in his arms and a comb in his mouth. Before he could react, the bedroom door was completely shut with a bang!

... This home has finally returned to its usual tranquility.

Sherlock enjoyed a moment of clean ears, turned around and sat at the end of the bed with his hands on his knees, and after taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly found that it was too quiet outside.

What is Fu Zhao doing?Isn't it difficult for him to sit still for a minute?

Sherlock put the alcohol bottle in the first cabinet into the medicine box, closed the lid and walked out of the room.

The TV in the living room that can be seen at a glance is still on, but the coffee table has been cleaned up, the countertop in the open kitchen not far away has not even a fingerprint, and all the food is completely destroyed...

Sherlock put one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers and turned around. He felt that Fu Zhao should take a shower, and leisurely went to the sofa to get his laptop back. After opening it, he logged into the Security Bureau system to see if there were any urgent cases that needed to be solved recently.

There was an extremely slight sound of water in the bathroom, not like the feeling of flowing from the shower, nor the sound of touching when taking a shower.

"If you break something, it will be deducted from your salary." Sherlock said lightly, put the laptop on his lap and stared at the screen, but he didn't hear his answer after a while.

Got dizzy after sliding?If you happen to faint in the bathtub, it is possible that the trachea will be blocked by water!

Sherlock instinctively sensed that something was wrong, followed the shallow sound of splashing water, walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.

The room was filled with mist and the lights were warm and yellow. Fu Zhao was lying in the bathtub with a white towel on his face, holding a can of beer in his right hand hanging outside.

... not dead, just asleep.

"Huh?" Fu Zhao woke up feeling the air-conditioning outside, tore off the towel covering his facial features, and vigilantly tried to jump out of the bathtub when he saw the person at the door, "I was shocked, I thought it was Boss Gin coming back It's..."

Half of his lean chest was exposed on the water, and the warm water gathered on his shoulders and slowly flowed down...

Fu Zhao leaned on the edge of the bathtub with lingering fear.

It stands to reason that he should have screamed out when someone broke into the door halfway through the shower, and in fact he would have screamed out in such a situation before.

At that time, the one who broke in was usually Gin Jiu who was so enraged by Wuliangye that he lost his mind, and after opening the door, he opened the door and shot at the bathroom without saying a word.

But Sherlock obviously doesn't have any violent hobbies, but he is rather speechless about the few boats floating in the bathtub.

... So you asked him for the paper to fold this? !

"You'd better wash quickly." Sherlock squinted his pupils and scanned his half-naked upper body, suddenly feeling weak, turned and closed the bathroom door casually.

Fu Zhao straightened the beer can with a puzzled expression on his face, sniffed the aroma of barley spread by the steam, and suddenly felt that this world where he would not be hunted down was also very good.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Sherlock woke up on time and pressed the alarm clock before the bell rang, with mechanical precision.

The man who sat up from the middle of the double bed, lifted his pajamas and glanced at his left shoulder when he fell asleep, the wound showed obvious signs of healing.

Being in this world will not be affected by the passage of time, and the added benefit is that the physique is obviously strengthened.For Sherlock, every day is the same, the only difference is that the cases that happened on that day are different.

No, he hasn't come into contact with any cases today, but he has already felt an almost earth-shaking change.

The room opposite the master bedroom was transformed into a study, Sherlock pushed open the door, and stepped on something soft as soon as he took a step.

A coral fleece nightcap.

He bent down to pick up the nightcap, and when he looked up, he saw a talisman not far away with his hands raised above his head in a surrender posture. The cushion under his body had been torn and crumpled, and his sleeping appearance was indeed not very good.

The original owner of the pajamas was thin, but not slender in terms of a Westerner's skeleton, so it was slightly larger on Fu Zhao's body. When the hem of the pajamas was rolled up, a section of the waist and abdomen were exposed, which rose and fell with shallow breathing.

"Shhh... the grass on the grave of the last person who woke me up is as high as a soldier's commander." Fu Zhao opened half his eyes when he heard the footsteps, turned over and muttered inexplicably, obviously not awake, "The evil villain who destroyed the world never Not getting up on time..."

Sherlock was holding the nightcap and was hesitating whether to throw it over, but he turned and left decisively when he heard the dreamlike speech.

Usually at this time, he should have packed up and headed to the headquarters building to deal with the case, but the habit of laziness is easily contagious. Seeing Fu Xiang, who was sleeping soundly, he thought for a moment, and decided to go back to bed to continue resting.

The working hours of the members of the mission team are not fixed, and Sherlock reports to the headquarters every day just to work overtime voluntarily.

For him, solving puzzles is also a form of entertainment. In the previous world, tobacco and cocaine were needed to stimulate the brain, but after coming here, those things are completely useless.

The endless crimes alone are enough to keep Sherlock in a state of excitement.

But... since he has been working hard for so long, it is okay to take a rest once in a while, besides, he is still recovering from his injuries.

Didn't the doctor also say that long-term high-intensity thinking will make the spirit tired?

Sherlock pulled the quilt to lie down, closed his eyes and fell back into sleep not long after.

……

"—Zi la!"

Standing barefoot in the kitchen, Fu Zhao skillfully cracked the raw egg with one hand and dropped it into the oil pan. The egg white on the edge was browned in a short time.

Fu Zhao pinched a pinch of salt and pepper and sprinkled it on top. He turned the fried egg over and saw someone at the other end of the room from the corner of his eye. There’s nothing to eat in there, so I bought some myself, you shouldn’t have any taboos.”

Sherlock didn't answer, propped his still not sober head against the wall, and looked a little surprised at the wall clock in the living room: "It's two o'clock?"

How... have you slept for so long?

His eyes fell on the shopping bags on the dining table, and his brain quickly sobered up in his thoughts.

The nearest supermarket is only a 10-minute walk away, counting the time spent going back and forth and buying all these things... Sherlock quickly drew up a route map in his mind, Fu Zhao should wake up about an hour earlier than him.

"However, you don't have all the kitchen utensils at home, so I had to make some casually, and I bought instant food from the supermarket." Fu Zhao pulled the fried egg into the plate, and when he poured the oil again, he found that his expression was not right, "What's wrong?"

Sherlock looked at his skilled movements, and mockingly pushed back the obstructive hair to reveal his forehead: "A natural look disrupts my private life, can you do anything to make me angrier?" ?”

As expected, Wuliangye lived up to his expectations, pointing to the ID card that was uncovered on the shelf at the door, "I bought it with your money."