The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

Fu Zhao ordered the Krab King's supper, and while waiting for the meal to be delivered, he lay on his sleeping bag and tapped his mobile phone, with a relaxed expression similar to that of camping.

Sherlock refocused on the endless stream of criminals who wanted to challenge him, and it wasn't long before there was a soft knock on the closed office door.

"Shhhhhhhh..."

Fu Zhao glanced at the door, thinking that it must have something to do with the phone call just now, Sherlock raised his head and pointed at the door in his busy schedule, so he had no choice but to get up and walk over to open the door.

Fu Zhao realized some details when he rested his right hand on the copper handle. Judging from the position of the knock on the door, the visitor should be very short, almost as short as the ground.

And it's not knocking on the door, but... scratching with sharp objects like fingernails.

The thought in Fu Zhao's heart was fleeting and immediately ignored, and he opened the door casually——

"Help ah ah ah!"

Sherlock probably guessed the reason, followed by the miserable exclamation, and saw his curly hair blowing up straight, the effect is almost the same as that of ion perm!

And the next scene is simply challenging the limits of the human body!

Fu Zhao ran back with a distance of nearly six meters in two steps, leaped high over the desk, and landed behind his office chair in an arc in a diving posture. There are ghosts... your headquarters must have died!"

Sherlock's chair trembled along with him, and he looked towards the door following his terrified eyes.

A woman in white slowly crawled into the office on all fours. There were large swaths of fresh blood on the white dress, and her long, tangled hair like water plants covered her entire face, but she didn't need to look to know that the covered face was bleeding from all seven orifices!

Fu Zhao reached out from the back of the chair and strangled Sherlock's neck, resting his chin on his left shoulder. Every time the woman got closer, she let out a suppressed scream.

Sherlock raised his hand to cover his left ear, which was tortured by the noise, and said calmly, "I'm going to be yelled to death by you."

"That's a ghost! A ghost! The main entrance is blocked and we evacuate through the windows... No, the risk factor is too high under the haunting of ghosts, and it is very likely to miss. You have such a good brain, can you recite any spells to exorcise ghosts?" Fu Zhao pulled his hand down and poured the words into his ear.

A voice answered: "...Exorcism spell? That thing is useless."

"It's useless? Then I'll think of another way." Fu Zhao bit his lower lip and thought hard, only to realize after a while that the answer was a resentful female voice! "Don't come here! You will be very troublesome if you kill me. When I become a ghost, we may not be afraid of each other..."

Sherlock sighed and shook his head lightly, facing the creeping and approaching female ghost very calmly: "Ms. Kayako, I'm sorry, he is a newcomer and doesn't know the city situation yet, please don't worry about it."

"I can see it." Gayako finally climbed to the front of the desk, stayed on the cold floor for a while, and decisively dragged the chair that Fu Zhao usually sat on, "I should apologize for bothering you so late. Me. But it’s not easy to come out from the land of sunset, I have very important things.”

Fu Zhao watched in horror as she slumped on the chair with her whole body broken, her arms tightened around Sherlock's neck and she shook desperately: "Aren't we going to run away? Are we not going to run away! Uh... this ghost is your acquaintance?"

Jia coconut slowly stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair on his face, revealing a pale face: "Newcomer, I was summoned to the present world like you, but... it is 'reverse reincarnation'."

Like Sherlock, for the purpose of destroying superheroes?

Fu Zhao turned his head to look at Sherlock suspiciously. From this angle, he could appreciate the chiseled profile.

Sherlock tore off his hand with all his strength, facing Kayako with a rather helpless expression: "Give me a minute, or I will be strangled to death by him before I solve your problem."

Human heroes and villains are not the only ones summoned to the present world by the power of reincarnation. Just look at Thor and you will know that Thor is also doomed.

Since there is a god, the appearance of ghosts is also logical.

The several blocks in the west of the city are collectively called "Sunset Land". There are almost no living people living there. It is a place where all kinds of ghosts and ghosts gather. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, evildoers wander around, and the streets are lifeless and desolate.

In other words, it is a huge ghost town, and it is said that there is a gate to another dimension hidden.

The ghosts died in the original world... No, they appeared in the city after being rescued by humans. Compared with human criminals, their actions are more unrestricted and more lethal.

Fortunately, before a large number of supernatural creatures appeared, Onmyoji Abe Seimei and Taoist Lin Zhengying came here first, and built a powerful barrier in the western district to trap demons and ghosts.Will not stir up trouble in the city.

Compared with human villains, ghosts are more pure in heart. Most of them were killed during their lifetime, and they are satisfied after killing their enemies. It doesn't matter where they stay, and they are not keen on destroying the world.The few stubborn ones also corrected a lot after long-term persuasion, and lived peacefully in the enchantment.

In short, the ghosts in the West End are not so active in harming people, and they are safer than human criminals... if appearances are not considered.

Fu Zhao squatted on the ground and held the back of the chair. After listening to the introduction, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly shook Sherlock desperately in resentment! "Why didn't you tell me that there are ghosts in this world!"

The scene in Sherlock's eyes flickered, dissatisfied with his accusation and reminded word by word: "You said you were afraid, so I didn't mention it! Now you start to blame me? It's really..."

Fu Zhao stopped with a guilty conscience, twisted his body back and forth and retracted completely into the back of the chair, still full of vigilance towards Kayako: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't be here to accompany you to work overtime today..."

"Okay, let's get down to business now." Sherlock ignored his muttering, turned the computer screen to the side, and looked sharply at the white face as usual, "According to the regulations of the headquarters, no matter what happens to residents from other worlds, Those who appear in this world as villains can get help as ordinary people as long as they give up their goals. So... what do you need?"

Gayoko wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke hoarsely: "I want to report the crime."

"Report the crime?" Fu Zhao poked his head out behind Sherlock, "If you encounter problems, just kill yourself, can't you?"

Kayako gave him a resentful look, turned to Sherlock and said seriously: "My son, Junxiong, is missing."

"...Do you have a picture?" Sherlock's expression froze for a few seconds, barely maintaining his composure, "When did you disappear?"

Gayako took out a photo from the baggy white dress, put it on the table and pushed it over: "I saw him at home this afternoon, but there was no one in the evening. I have warned that kid several times not to go out and kill him casually, no will be……"

Six years old, male, thin, sensitive and introverted.

Sherlock got the photo and quickly came to a conclusion in his heart, clasped his hands on his chin and raised a smile: "It's not surprising for a child of this age to do anything. I remember that there are no cameras in the West End, so I have to go and see."

Fu Zhao leaned out cautiously, glanced at the black-and-white photo that can be put on the Internet as a ghost photo without any processing, and quickly retracted: "What's so funny! Can you restrain yourself?"

The little boy in the picture is expressionless and pale, and it looks like Kayako is his own.

"This is a challenge. Finally, I don't have to waste time with those boring cases." Sherlock returned the photo, turned off the computer and stood up from the seat, "I haven't dealt with the cases in the West End, but I will definitely find out the truth. let's go."

Fu Zhao was stunned for a moment before realizing that the last two words were addressed to himself. He grabbed the edge of the desk and resisted desperately: "I won't go! I'll stay and help you solve the case!"

"I don't need you here." Sherlock opened his fingers one by one, and dragged the struggling talisman to the door, "Ms. Kayako, please lead the way."

Kayako was worried about his missing son, and he felt relieved after hearing that he readily agreed to go to the field to check. This time, instead of crawling forward, he walked upright like a human being.

Fu Zhao's back was pressed against the ground and was dragged a few meters away. He stopped struggling and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "So you can walk?"

Then crawl in through the door to scare him!

"I just think it's more shocking to appear on the stage like this." Jiaye smiled sinisterly.

Ghosts who can communicate are cuter, and Fu Zhao has a natural affinity for villains, so he calms down quickly, at least he can walk out of the headquarters building without trembling.

At the main entrance of the building, I met the Krab King employee who came to deliver the food. After paying, he opened the paper bag containing the burger and took out the Krab Fort. He took a bite of Sherlock and drove not far away.

The black Jaguar was parked in the open space, and Sherlock got out of the car wearing an open black windbreaker, and stopped the sign from the passenger seat: "Go and drive."

"Why me again..." Fu Zhao handed him a bag of food, walked around to the driver's seat from the front, complained but did not refuse.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the area around the Security Bureau headquarters building was still brightly lit, giving it a reassuring warmth, and the sunset place they were going to was full of monsters, and even the lighting was environmentally friendly and pollution-free will-o'-the-wisps.

Fu Zhao closed the car door forcefully. Before starting the engine, he glanced at the rearview mirror to confirm the road conditions. When he saw the long hair in the back seat that habitually covered his face, he suddenly felt that he was driving a hearse.

"...Is there still time for me to go home now?" Wuliangye encountered the only weakness in life, and fell down on the steering wheel in frustration.

Sherlock pulled him up with one hand on the seat belt: "I brought you there, and of course I will bring you back."