The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The way to kill evil spirits...

Fu Zhao raised his head slowly and solemnly, and licked off the ice cream from the corner of his mouth very seriously: "There is only one way, I have practiced in the dream for hundreds of years, and strive to attract the sky to kill Freddie by daylight... eh , do you think Western ghosts can also be hacked to death?"

"Be normal, we don't have time to joke now. (The best experience of reading novels without pop-up windows is the best experience)" Sherlock sat down on the bench by the roadside, rubbing his toes on the ground, "To prevent being trapped in your dream Here, I set the alarm clock and I will wake up after a while, I hope the alarm clock is useful."

Fu Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and followed numbly: "So, you'll be leaving later..."

Sherlock leaned on the back of the chair with folded arms and glanced at him: "Freddy feeds on fear. When you completely lose control of the dream, I have no choice but to come in. If you don't want to die, then kill him now and wake up." come over."

Fu Zhao's mood was obviously depressed, and he quickly ate the ice cream: "How could I wake up so easily? The wound has been hurting all the time. If you hadn't reminded me repeatedly, I wouldn't have realized that this was a dream..."

Everything is more real than the real world. The merry-go-round in the distance is going round and round under the accompaniment of brisk music. The wound on the chest no longer bleeds, but it is still aching.

"Then go to sleep. After I die, I will apply to the headquarters to ratify you as a martyr. Of course, since you have no relatives in this world, those pensions will be used to support my research." Sherlock looked indifferent Narrowing his eyes mockingly.

Fu Zhao bit the egg roll, feeling even worse: "Hey, it's useless for you to be cynical at a time like this. I'm not the kind of person who realizes shame and then acts bravely. It's possible to become more and more sexual."

Sherlock sighed for a long time, and tilted his head back in a collapsed state: "Although I never had much hope, your uselessness is beyond my imagination."

"Who said I'm useless?" Fu Zhao took advantage of the adult's physical advantage and rumpled his hair. "It's no problem to deal with you, but as for dealing with Freddy...he's too strong."

Sherlock's aura will not be compressed because of his short stature, he tilted his head to avoid the hand and explained coldly: "His strength is very low, but you believe that he is strong so you get hurt, understand? I will help you Build that awareness."

"Establish cognition... how to do it? Self-hypnosis?" Fu Zhao withdrew his palm and curled his mouth strangely.

The childhood version of Sherlock's hair is unbelievably soft, did he look like this when he was a child?

"The playground is an absolutely safe place in your subconscious mind. Find something that will convince you that you can beat Freddy." Sherlock wrinkled his cotton candy-like face, avoiding his meaningful smile Standing up and turning around, "Do you have any memories related to playgrounds?"

Fu Zhao repeatedly reminded himself that the almost open wound was just a hallucination, and he managed to keep up with it: "It seems not. I have been in the organization for so many years and I have never seen a boss who is generous. He doesn't give out rice and peanut oil during the holidays, let alone let the employees go to the hospital. I played in the playground, but I often gave my failed shrinking medicine as a snack subsidy."

Sherlock looked into the distance where the neon lights flickered: "Tell me more in detail."

So it was created here because I wanted to go?Hmm... that's a high probability given his IQ.

So such a person, where would he think there are props to fight against the enemy?

The neon lights adorning the ferris wheel were too dim, and it stood on the edge and stopped turning. It seemed that he was not interested in that place.

There are colorful toys on the booth where the balloons are shot to exchange for gifts, but there is not a single toy. It is estimated that no similar hot weapons can be found in the entire playground.

In his opinion, the realistic playground that Fu Zhao thought he had built still had many features of a dream.

Fu Zhao tightly wrapped up the clothes that were torn apart when bandaging the wound, and he usually talked a lot of nonsense but now he couldn't say anything: "I really don't have any memory about the playground, I only went there once and then it was blocked because of a murder case. "

"I remember you said that you joined the organization at a very young age. Before that?" Sherlock keenly observed that he was struggling to keep up with the pace, and gradually slowed down to try to guide his memory. "With your ability, you should not be qualified to join that organization." In such a place, what happened during the period is enough to change the attention of the boss?"

Fu Zhao dragged his feet, and his voice of enduring pain was a little lower than usual: "The organization has been researching medicine for shrinking. As you know, the test subjects were white mice at first, but they will always be replaced by humans later on."

There was no need to explain in too much detail, Sherlock understood the meaning in an instant, and his legs couldn't move out as if they were nailed in place.

The failed shrinking medicine was eaten as a snack...is it really a snack?

Fu Zhao is an upgraded version of the white mouse.

But now the curly-haired mouse didn't have any self-awareness. It took a meter to realize that Sherlock was behind him, and turned to stop: "However, when I entered a certain base of the organization as a test subject, the research on shrinking drugs was not so mature. I have always fed medicine to mice, so I helped the scientists in the research, took care of the mice and so on, and spent a long period of leisure. But as the medicine matures, it will be my turn sooner or later. How do you Not leaving?"

"It's nothing." Sherlock shook his head and walked a few steps quickly, withdrawing his astonished expression.

"Perhaps it's because the research on medicine is almost done. Some people say that I will be used to test medicine next. Of course, my dream at that time was to be a villain instead of a test product. I was still very unhappy. The little white mouse was fed a spicy strip—my job at that time was to feed the mouse.” Fu Zhao frowned deeply in disgust, and shook his hands, “It’s better to be a domestic worker later on.”

And then……

After eating the spicy strips, the mice were greatly stimulated, jumped up and down in the cage, and finally ran out, chewed off the wires, short-circuited the power supply of the laboratory, and ignited chemicals to cause a series of explosions.

When Fu Zhao heard the first sound of the explosion, he thought it was thunder, so he rushed to the yard to collect his clothes, but when he turned around, the entire base was blown up!

Most of the members of the base died in the explosion, and the Miyano couple who had been taking care of him were also missing, as if they were also dead.

Five-year-old Fu Zhao sat on the ruins in a daze, hugging clean clothes that had been warmed in the sun.

I don't know how long I sat there, a gloomy long-haired man drove over, pulled out and put it on his head: "Why did it explode here, and you are the only one who survived?"

"I don't know, it must have been an accident." Fu Zhao looked up at Gin, who had no gray hair at that time, "I just came out to collect some clothes."

……

Sherlock carefully matched his speed, not knowing what expression to face that past.

Strictly speaking, children who lost their parents in childhood entered the underground organization as poor human experiment subjects and experienced a miserable time.

But when he told it, the story changed completely.

"Don't let your guard down just because it sounds interesting. After all, the organization is a transnational criminal group, and there aren't that many good people... It's just that I later found out that life doesn't change whether I'm happy or unhappy. It's better to be happy. Sherlock, you should be happy too." Come on, laugh, you've been drooping since you appeared." Fu Zhao finished his narration indifferently, only feeling that eating the ice cream too quickly stimulated his stomach pain.

Sherlock pulled the corner of his mouth reluctantly.

Fu Zhao covered his mouth and coughed desperately, bent over and spoke intermittently: "Forget it, why do you still have wrinkles all over your face when you smile when you get smaller?"

Misery, pain, etc., he probably didn't realize it at all.

Sherlock's expression was complicated.

If Fu Zhao felt sorry for himself or was sad like an ordinary person, he would habitually sneer, not caring about making things worse.

But Fu Zhao didn't care, making him want to grab the man by the collar and ask why he lived so heartlessly.

"Did you hear anything? A sound like metal rubbing..." Fu Zhao stopped coughing, and suddenly raised his head and looked around in panic, "Freddy...he's coming..."

"Impossible! This is the safest place in your heart. He will be stopped by the barrier. As long as he is no longer afraid, he has no ability to break through the barrier." Sherlock interrupted his thoughts, tiptoed to his ear and emphasized, " You have to believe that it is absolutely impossible for him to come in!"

Fu Zhao covered his ears in a panic, already losing his trust in him: "Freddy has come in, I can't be wrong to hear that voice! Wake up quickly and leave my dream."

shhhhhhhhhh...

The sound of the claws rubbing against each other is very clear in the music interference of the merry-go-round horse from far and near!

It seemed to appear directly in his mind!

Sherlock has given up persuading Fuzhao to be firm in his beliefs. It is too difficult for those who are not strong-willed, so he can only hold his hand and stay away from here, "It's useless to say anything now, come with me, find a place to get rid of he!"

"Where are you going?" Fuzhao's wound brought him back to his senses amidst the severe pain, and Freddy's lingering laughter seemed to disappear for a while.

Sherlock said that this was a dream, and the voice just now appeared directly in his mind, repeatedly implying that he had entered the playground, probably because Freddy used all his strength to interfere with his judgment.

Fu Zhao believed this, so the hint became true.

He was dragged by Sherlock and ran towards a certain direction, and he murmured guiltily: "Otherwise, you'd better go, children can't beat a ghost, maybe no one will be able to kill him with a burst of small universe in the future."

"Shut up." Sherlock, who was over one meter tall, was already panting while maintaining the running speed of an adult, with black hair hanging messily in front of his eyes, "The maze of the playground, we are here to get rid of Freddy."

maze?

Fu Zhao was wondering why this kind of thing appeared in his dream, he had already entered through the entrance, and after a few turns, he couldn't find his way anymore.