The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

No. 221b, Baker Street Community, weekday afternoon.

Sherlock would hardly stay at home at this time, but today he was uncharacteristically stuck on the sofa, motionless, like a thinking statue.

When the clock struck exactly three o'clock, he stood up from his seat, walked to the kitchen, dug out the sugar milk from the cabinet, and began to brew black tea in an orderly manner.

A standard English afternoon tea is full of exquisite atmosphere, rich snacks are placed on the three-tier shelf, Darjeeling black tea in hot water produces a grape-like sweetness...

Sherlock doesn't care much about material enjoyment. Even if he can accurately recount the evolution history of English afternoon tea from its birth to the present, he will not take the initiative to participate in someone's afternoon tea party.

But just like what Mycroft said, it is a symbol of British gentleman culture, which pays attention not to material but spiritual.

"Well, what you said makes sense. Repeating this meaningless mechanical tea making movement can make people feel calmer." Sherlock stood in front of the kitchen counter, watching the tea leaves rising and falling in the hot water, Cover the cup without any appreciation.

What is the defected evil god planning.A dark world that is about to move.The world's restrictions on supernatural forces are becoming wider and wider...

There are too many things waiting for him to solve, the most difficult one at present is the Song of the Demon Sword.

The Song of Sin, which was just an ordinary weapon in Sherlock's hands, sneaked into his body as soon as it came into contact with the talisman, without a trace, and no trace could be seen in any careful inspection.

"...you are so loud."

Those were the last two words Fu Zhao said before he fell into a coma.

After watching the smooth katana sink in from his fingertips, Fu Zhao opened and closed his five fingers in novelty and found nothing unusual, and excitedly slapped Sherlock on the back.

He knew what Fu Zhao wanted to say without thinking, it was nothing more than nonsense like "It looks very cool and has a sense of protagonist".

But as soon as Fu Zhao opened his mouth, he frowned and covered his ears, stumbled back and finally fell down.

He raised his head and looked around in confusion, his pupils dilated until he couldn't see anything, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it: "...you are so noisy."

Then slowly closed his eyes and fell down.

Quarrel?

At that time, the office was very quiet, and it happened to be the night when most people went home from get off work. There was almost no noise, and even the construction of the rebuilt dormitory building not far away was suspended.

Then the answer is clear, the song of sin interfered with the mind of the host, allowing Fu Zhao to hear certain sounds loud enough to make him lose consciousness in hallucinations.

……

What could it be?

Sherlock picked up the warm teacup, wanted to take a sip but became dazed.

There are currently two facts that can be ascertained.First, Fu Zhao heard the voice because he was influenced by sin songs.

Second, that voice is not noise, but has self-will, and can even talk to people, otherwise he would not say "you are so noisy" with obvious personal pronouns.

Conclusion: Let the sin song leave the host's body, and it can return to normal.

The problem is that the demon sword disappears after it infiltrates the human body, and the best doctors in the Affiliated Hospital of the Security Bureau can't find a countermeasure. It is useless to invite Abe Seimei and other onmyojis to chant spells to exorcise evil spirits. It can be seen that the three do not belong to the same system.

Sherlock put the teacup back on the sink, went to the study and gently opened the half-hidden door.

Fu Zhao slept quite peacefully on the tatami in the middle of the wooden floor, sleeping much better than usual, with a bunch of curly hair raised high above his head, his chest heaving and falling rhythmically.

No sickness, no injury, just a deep sleep, and he didn't even need to take nutrient solution, so there was no need to be hospitalized, and he carried him home.

It's like being sneaked into a dream by Freddy in the land of sunset, maybe you are fighting the sin song, maybe you lose the next second and stop breathing in the real world.

Sherlock quietly watched his side face, and stood at the door with folded arms commandingly: "Wake up, the plants in the office haven't been watered since I went to the East District that day, and I don't have time to take care of these things."

Fu Zhao continued to sleep.In the study room, only the sound of breathing gave the answer.

"Wake up...and do whatever you want."

Sherlock decided to compromise a little bit, but the other party still didn't give face, and continued to sleep heartlessly.

The owner of the house suppressed all his expressions and turned to leave. After walking a few steps, he stopped, determined to drag the ignorant talisman from the floor, and carried it to the bed in the bedroom.

……

"I like you...I like all the human beings in this world! Want to know what I like about you? Ahahaha, of course it is all of you! I like every part of you, soft muscles, warm blood, and Bones that are hard enough to accept all grinding... No! This is not liking, but love that transcends all emotions."

Fu Zhao walked forward in a daze, surrounded by a light red mist as far as he could see, like light blood.

The voice follows every shape, coming from every direction, no matter how tightly you cover your ears, you can hear it.

This is where?Where did this voice come from?

"It's so noisy!" Fu Zhao put down his hands covering his ears, stopped and shouted dryly into the distance for help, "Help, help."

Since a long time ago, he would not ask for help. He cooked by himself when he was hungry and bandaged himself when he was injured. He had learned not to pin his hopes on others, and he learned to live alone in his childhood when he didn't know a few words.

As for now, of course Fu Zhao knew that no one would come, but he had to use some way to remind himself not to give up.

The voice of shouting was swallowed by the light red mist, and looking back, the way it came from disappeared completely, leaving only a small area under the feet.

There is nowhere to go but forward.

The sweet voice of that girl kept repeating "I love you", almost destroying his mind, and talking to himself could somewhat dissipate the chattering noise in his ears.

"It's so boring, I really want to go back, and I don't know how the takeaway of my Crab Crab Fort is... well, anyway, it's using other people's money, and I don't suffer if I can't eat it. Speaking of which, my salary for this month should have arrived, why do I still have it?" Didn't find it on the system?"

"Could it be that Sherlock secretly deducted my salary again? Their superheroes like to be generous, and don't give it if they can't afford it. I don't know if it is useful to sit in front of McCoff's house?"

"However, Chaoying has a good temper. If they did this in the organization, the boss of Gin would have drawn his gun long ago."

Fu Zhao babbled through the cleared mist, stopping and going very slowly, recalling his first half of his life, taking a breath and preparing to recall his life after rebirth in the new world.

Sherlock, Security Bureau, villains who want to destroy the world.

"——You're so noisy!" The girlish voice roared viciously in his ear, and finally stopped repeating that meaningless confession over and over again.

Fu Zhao moved his ears, and quickly looked around; "Hey, so you can talk about other things? I thought someone recorded a piece of audio and played it in a loop next to my ear, let's chat?"

"Hahahaha..." The slender and sweet female voice immediately responded with a chuckle, "Then find me out, I will love you more if you find out, and I will be with you forever if you find out."

Where to find it?

Fu Zhao turned around in a circle, and all he could see was the boundless chaotic blood. After he stopped, the mist solidified around him.Since there is no reference object, I always feel that no matter how long I walk, I am still wandering in place.

The remaining female voice laughed more and more nervously, right next to her.

...by your side?Or in the body?

Fu Zhao suddenly figured it out, and slowly raised his right hand and inserted it straight into his chest. With half of his palm in his chest, he firmly held the target, and pulled out the demon knife from his body little by little.

The one-meter-long Taidao has no scabbard, the handle is pure black, and the blade is bright.

The red mist that permeated the surroundings dissipated at the same time when the Demon Sword Sin Song appeared, leaving only a peaceful and clear white between the sky and the earth.

"Ah, I found it. I thought there was a girl in my body, and I was worried that I would be a girl too..." Fu Zhao muttered and raised his sin song in front of his eyes. s eyes.

Sin Song is just an ordinary weapon in his hands, and it is completely impossible to tell that Ben Yin is a slender and sweet female voice.

"Do you want to rule or destroy the world? Do you want to be loved by everyone? Accept me, be me, and let me fulfill all your wishes for you."

"What did you say?" Fu Zhao unconsciously let go, his expression becoming more and more confused.

Sin Song hovered quietly in front of him without landing, persistently reflecting those pitch-black pupils, and his bewitching voice was like hypnosis: "Your life of more than twenty years is really pitiful, no one loves you, no one cares about you. Now I give you a chance, nod your head, and you can harvest the love of the whole world."

Love?

love humans.

Infect this love like a virus by hacking, hacking and assassinating. In the end, the whole world is a puppet infected by love...

Fu Zhao's confused eyes regained clarity in an instant, and he crossed his arms thoughtfully: "Love? Is it the feeling of receiving roses and love letters every day? Actually, I'm a bit allergic to pollen, so let's forget it."

Sin Song sneered in his ear, the blade hanging in the air turned slightly, and the reflected sharp cold light pierced into Fu Zhao's eyes!

……

Sherlock leaned against the bay window of the bedroom, holding the phone and began to look for the number.

He had very few contacts outside of work, so it didn't take long for his fingertips to land on the target, and he dialed it without hesitation.

The other end answered quickly, with a clear voice and a smile: "Hello, members of the Security Bureau? Rare customers, rare customers..."

Sherlock's left hand hanging by his side was tense, and he didn't give him time to be polite: "I have obtained the whereabouts of Guige from you, and now I need more relevant information...Mr. Orihara Rinya."