The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The working hours of the headquarters building of the Security Bureau were as busy as ever. Fu Zhao unexpectedly arrived at the office at eight o'clock on time, but the thick dark circles under his eyes clearly proved that he hadn't slept soundly these days.

He fell headfirst into the position and quickly fell asleep. Fu Zhaoan closed his eyes steadily, feeling that he was sleeping soundly in a popular place.

"Dingling, jingling." The landline on the desk answered one by one.

Fu Zhao pretended to be dead for a long time without waiting for another person to answer the phone. He rubbed his eyes and muttered dissatisfiedly when he got up, only to realize that he was the only one left in the office.

A sleepwalking tone leaned into the microphone: "Hey, tell me your name and address, I'm going to kill you..."

"Uh... ah..." There was a frightening pain coming from the other side, and then a normal female voice, "Western Wraith Street, Kawamata Coconut. Has my son been found?"

Fu Zhao suddenly jumped up trembling, threw the microphone away and hid in the corner with his head in his hands!It took at least 10 minutes before my mood calmed down, and I approached the microphone cautiously: "Sister Coconut, I was wrong, I didn't know it was you...well, you installed a phone there specially?"

"I borrowed Mimiko's cell phone, and it's almost out of battery." Jia coconut briefly explained, and then asked the question just now again gloomily, "Is there any news from Toshio?"

Fu Zhao cautiously kept silent and did not answer, until Queen Ligui repeatedly urged, then he lay on the table and said slowly: "There is only one truth..."

"What!" Jiaye's questioning voice suddenly became shrill.

Fu Zhao suppressed his yawns, and sincerely completed this sentence: "There is only one truth, but I don't know it. There are more than 70 districts in this city, and it will take at least three to five years to investigate one by one, not to mention that the east is occupied by dark forces. The control is airtight, I heard that the Black Panther was so powerful and in-depth investigation that someone swung the wall with a laser pointer, and the Hulk went there and didn't even keep his pants..."

"Wait for me, I'll visit your house tonight." Gayako didn't listen to his explanation at all, and traces of black resentment floated out of the receiver.

Fu Zhao immediately turned on the speakerphone and put down the receiver, and shouted at her to save her life from a distance: "Miss Coconut, listen to me! The brat who said this sentence is similar to your son, I just said it casually. "

"Is it also... a wraith?" Kayako hesitated.

Fu Zhao shook his head and explained: "No, no, he is a human being, and he also belongs to the kind of cute lady with white and tender appearance, but his expression is gloomy and his behavior is strange, and his eyes reflect light from time to time. If you see through everything, you will be so anxious that you don't even say it. Knowing that the cuteness has been in the past, people who are bluffing are stunned for a while, in short, they are the same as the children appearing in horror movies."

After a nervous pause, he continued to add: "That guy can't die if he jumped off the plane or train. His life is harder than a rock, so Junxiong must be fine."

Sherlock walked in with a thick black folder, and after hearing the last sentence, he looked at Fu Zhao's face and understood who was calling.

"There is still no news about the kidnapper. Surveillance around the West District is not strict, so it is difficult to find out where he went. However, my colleague has taken over the case, and there is no sign of Junxiong being rescued until today." Sherlock bowed Explaining over the phone, putting the folder on the edge of the desk.

Gayako was quite satisfied with this answer, reluctantly agreed to hang up the phone and wait for a few days.

Fu Zhao sat on the chair weakly propped up on the armrest, and wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "If the ghost calls from a landline, I shouldn't die, right?"

"Who knows." Sherlock entered the office state, deliberately frightening him with vague conclusions.

The Skynet system can read the information of some members who were brought to the present world by "reincarnation". Freddy has completely disappeared from this world, and there will be no more ghosts who kill in dreams.

With the mischievous element in his character, he would have told Fu Zhao the news a few days later... and that was just the beginning.

Seeing that Fu Zhao didn't sleep well, Sherlock felt that it was almost the same whether he said it or not.

He was not interested in actively digging out the past of people from other worlds, he only knew a little about Fu Zhao because of a coincidence, and suddenly he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Not sympathetic, just quirky.

"Ahhh - I'm so sleepy, I need to continue to catch up on sleep, don't call me if you have nothing to do, and don't call me if you have something to do." Fu Zhao sighed boredly, and glanced at the city's unsolved case that he didn't know where to find. .

Accept all fate calmly and live happily in this world.

Sherlock opened the folder and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I think some residents in the West End will be happy to let you wake up on time."

"...Got it! Call me if I have something to do!" Fu Zhao's resentful voice floated over, lying on the side lying far away, his body completely covered by the stacked materials, a little insomnia, so he was flipping through the "Villain" Notes".

"Hum, hum." There was a strange vibration in the air.

Sherlock took out his phone and glanced at it, then took it back without expressing his opinion, and continued to open the unsolved case materials.Summer is the crime low season in the city, leaving only stupid humans with defying super brains, making his latest job boring.

"A message from the headquarters to the official members? Why didn't you reply?" Fu Zhao lazily got up and rested his chin on a stack of documents, revealing his furry curly head.

Sherlock looked at him in surprise... This kind of high look is about the same as that of a three-year-old child learning addition and subtraction: "That's right."

"Generally speaking, you only have work matters, but I didn't receive the message just now, so it's only sent to regular employees... Ahahaha, I feel that my IQ is not far from the top villain!" Fu Zhao immediately He smiled triumphantly, propped his head on his arm and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sherlock was too lazy to listen to his boast, looked the assistant up and down, lowered his head and continued to browse through the folder: "There are cockroaches in the place where you live, and you ate donuts this morning, and the box was not closed properly, you should still be able to find them when you go back now." The cockroaches eat the food before it contaminates it."

"Don't be kidding, cockroaches can't come out during the day..." Fu Zhao rubbed the top of his head in disbelief, but slowed down at the end, "No, it can't be true!"

Sherlock shrugged, as if to believe it or not.

"Aw—" Fu Zhao ran out of the office howling.

Half an hour later, he came back with a cardboard box, a chocolate-coated donut in his mouth, bit off a bite and held it in his hand, accusing angrily: "There are no cockroaches!"

"Maybe it was hidden before you came back. This is one of the most vigorous animals on earth." Sherlock glanced at the time and found that he only enjoyed half an hour of cleanliness, feeling very regretful.

Fu Zhao licked the residue from the corner of his mouth and came closer: "Continue with that topic, what news did you receive?"

"Didn't you already ask other people in the headquarters?" Sherlock glanced at his bulging pockets and didn't answer directly, "It's just a waste of time to ask me again."

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhao was hit by the rumor, and he ate the donuts with three guilty consciences and explained: "I just happened to meet Thor when I came up, he said that Skynet just sent a message about the mid-year dinner to the official members, and you still have this kind of thing?" Welfare?"

The dinner time is set in the middle of the year because it is the peak period of crime. At the end of the year, especially the end of the integer year, almost every day there are villains brewing evil plans to join in the fun.

"Yes." Sherlock said succinctly.

There are many rich people in this world. For example, Gilgamesh, the richest man in Fuyuki District and an antique collector, his biggest hobby is to spread money. One person drives more than [-]% of the total consumption value of the district.

The Security Bureau has wealthy heroes such as Iron Man, and of course it is not short of money. Unlike villain organizations that cannot afford fixed salaries, regular companies not only have good salaries but also employee benefits!Various activities are held regularly, and the five insurances and one housing fund are paid on time every year.

After all, being a superhero is a high-risk profession, and one day you might die in the line of duty.

"Then why don't you go!" Fu Zhao slapped the table hard, shaking his head sadly, "When will I be able to become a full-time employee? Mid-year dinners, it sounds like there are a lot of delicious food that doesn't cost money, maybe you can eat it all at once. take..."

Sherlock picked up a document but didn't turn the page, his slender fingertips rested on the edge, not interested in this kind of question: "I don't want to go because it's a waste of time."

"Is eating a waste of time?" Fu Zhao plausibly asked.

"Because after arriving, in addition to eating, there are also meaningless greetings. Everyone talks nice nonsense together, and I don't know them well-this is a waste of time." Sherlock organized enough reasons to raise his head. , eyes filled with disgust for similar behavior.

Fu Zhao put down the box of donuts, leaned over in front of him and continued persuading him relentlessly: "You take me there, I know you better, that's all right."

"I refuse." Sherlock turned his head aside to avoid his fiery gaze, "I don't know you well either."

Fu Zhao leaned his elbows on the table, turned his head back and looked directly at himself: "Then tell me about my information."

"24 years old, 177.6 centimeters tall, jobless vagrant who claims to be a transnational criminal organization, with first-class driving skills, and fighting skills may be ranked in the top ten of the Security Bureau... No, the top eight. For the dinner, I put a folding lunch box in my pocket, ready to eat with me Take it." Sherlock frowned and gave his judgment, and slapped his paw down, feeling that he was insulting his IQ.

"Look, we are not very familiar with this place." Fu Zhao showed a rather comfortable smile, shaking his head in front of his eyes, "I asked someone else, if there is a regular employee leading me, I can go too, so I will leave everything to you! "