I'm the villain in Gotham

"—Sherlock!!!"

John Hua rushed into the living room angrily, and as expected, he saw Sherlock wearing the purple nightgown he wore most often, slumped on the sofa and lying dead.A white piece of paper was taped to his long, pale arm, which fell almost to the floor.

"Oh, damn—" Watson shook his hand angrily: "Where did you find these nicotine patches? I obviously hid them all!"

"Hush—keep your voice down, John." Sherlock opened his eyes a slit in displeasure, and then closed them lazily, apparently still enjoying the pleasure brought by nicotine: "It's not my fault, you're hiding 'The place for the nicotine patch is like a vault with an open door to me, why shouldn't I enjoy the treasure that is beckoning me?"

Watson crossed his hips and let out a long breath through his nose - which usually meant that he was mentally preparing himself not to get really angry at the words of his clever and eccentric roommate who was quite good at annoying people.Thinking of his brother nicknamed the British Government, Watson believed that if he did this, his body would be found in the Thames tomorrow.

"No, John, believe me," Sherlock said suddenly, he was still lying comfortably on the sofa, he didn't even open his eyes: "The fat man won't kill you just because of this, he's quite If I am satisfied with you, at most I will call you over for a meeting."

"How did you... Forget it, I won't ask." Watson gave up asking Sherlock how he could see his own thoughts. Anyway, every time he would get a contempt from a high IQ, even more terrible It is he who is sincerely convinced and appreciates it.

He decided to change the subject: "Didn't you just get a few cases from Inspector Lestrade, why did you get bored again so soon?"

"'Just now'?!" Sherlock raised his voice slightly, "That was three days ago, John! My God, if I don't get some more stimulation, my brain will die and become like yours." goldfish brain."

Watson: "...Thank you for remembering that I still have such a thing as a brain."

"And those cases are quite boring, very boring," Sherlock didn't answer Watson's words, and continued to spit out a low standard British pronunciation from his lips: "It's hard to imagine what kind of idiots Scotland Yard raises, Why can't even such a simple case be solved?"

Watson decided to let

Qi entangled in the question of the goldfish's brain: "Why?" He said suspiciously: "I think they are quite interesting, such as those three people in the bar who were killed by unknown weapons?"

"You mean the case where three people's temples were opened, but no known murder weapon was found corresponding to the wound?" Sherlock put on a rather bored expression: "The absence of the murder weapon only shows that the police Stupid, John. The murder weapon is actually quite common, I'm sure at least 90.00% of the people in this world have used it - the murder weapon is a pencil, and the murderer killed those three people with a pencil."

Watson was dumbfounded: "Pencils can kill people?"

"Anything is possible." Sherlock said, "That case was black and white, and the murderer was hired by a certain organization. He should be a well-known professional killer in the killer industry, but now he is married to an ordinary woman , The golden basin has washed its hands."

"Uh, then..." Watson didn't ask about the reasoning process, he was pouring out his own doubts: "What about the black man who died in the office? The police only found the bullet in his temple, but not the casing. They searched for a radius of one kilometer, but found no trace of someone shooting with a pistol."

"Oh, this is even easier, Watson." Sherlock said, "because the murderer is indeed not within a kilometer—he used a very special bullet that can continue to provide multiple thrusts after the bullet is ejected." , like that..."

Watson guessed, "Like a rocket launch?"

"That's right, John, you're really getting smarter." Sherlock ignored Watson's unfeeling "Thank you so much", and continued in a lazy tone: "This is from an ancient assassin. organization, their organization has a rather interesting tradition of using the loom to figure out who's next to be killed."

Watson said in disbelief, "Uh...loom?"

"Yes, it is the loom. Their headquarters is pretending to be a weaving factory, but now the sacred loom has been burned." Sherlock closed his eyes and thought for a while: "Say Thinking of this, I also think of an organization—the internal government files I saw when I hacked the account of the dead fat man—there is also a similar organization in the UK, which does not belong to MI5 or MI6. It is a private agent organization. Their predecessors are a group of tailors ; It is said that there is another fraternal organization similar to him in the United States, which used to be a group of liquor sellers."

Watson only felt that this world was a bit magical: "...All right."

Sherlock

Said: "I've seen their self-made weapons in the files. Those umbrellas are very interesting. I suspect that the fat man is using the same model. Don't make such a face, John, I thought when you saw that who... in the sky When I fly, I know that the world is very different from what it was decades ago."

"If the 'who' you mean is Superman," Watson said deadpan, "then I have to remind you, in case you really don't know—he can fly because he is an alien."

Sherlock bounced half up from the sofa: "Aliens???"

Watson rolled his eyes: "Well, I didn't think you really didn't know. Seriously, don't you read the news?"

Sherlock lay back again: "What does it matter to me whether he is an alien? I can't become an alien because of this-of course, I don't want to."

"Okay, okay." Watson was once again defeated by Sherlock's sophistry. He didn't intend to argue about the importance of the daily news for common sense idiots like Sherlock to understand the world, so he stood still and racked his brains. After a while, I finally remembered another case: "The one who made the fake check? I remember you said that the prisoner was smart."

"Well, it is." It can be seen that Sherlock is indeed more concerned about this case, because he spent nearly half a second thinking about it: "I remember you also wrote it into your blog. "

Watson smiled.

"...But I think you may have misunderstood it," Sherlock continued without waiting for him to say anything. "When I say the prisoner is smart, I don't mean the way he makes fake checks—I can do that little thing." Do it. His cleverness lies in turning all—almost everyone around. Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that most people only have a goldfish brain like Anderson. He pretended to be a pilot, worked as a doctor, and passed the exam. After all these years, no one has even doubted him, which is quite difficult."

"...Fortunately, he finally changed his mind and went to work in the FBI," Watson concluded for Sherlock's speech: "I'm still very happy to see him put his ingenuity on the right path."

Sherlock snorted impatiently, saying that he didn't care about it: "Those have nothing to do with me, I only regret that no one can provide me with new ones..."

Suddenly, his voice paused, and then immediately turned into strong disgust: "John, go and close the door."

Watson looked at him strangely: "What?"

"I said hold the door... oh damn come on

It's time. "Sherlock said with disgust on his face.

The next moment, the door of the living room was opened, and the "fat man" Sherlock said, his brother Mycroft, Mr. British Government who secretly controlled the entire country, appeared outside the door in a leisurely manner.

Wearing his usual three-piece suit, he held a long-handled black umbrella in his hand to support the weight of his body. He wore a full, traditional British aristocratic demeanor, and smiled at Watson: "Long time no see, Hua Doctor."

In the face of his elegant demeanor and smile, Watson could only think of his little black car and the female assistant whose name was changed every day, and felt rather sick to his stomach.

Mycroft turned his gaze to his brother again. "Sherlock, my brother, are you secretly having fun with nicotine patches again?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, turned around on the sofa, and turned his butt towards him instead.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk to me," Mycroft shrugged, "but I'm here to help you move your brain."

Sherlock said coldly: "No, take it."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "Really not?"

Sherlock said: "Your political case just makes me sick."

"It's sad, my dear brother," Mycroft said without even moving an eyebrow, "but you guessed wrong this time, it has nothing to do with politics."

Sherlock sat up from the sofa and sneered: "I'm not wrong, it really has nothing to do with 'politics', it's only related to the stability of your rule."

"That's pretty bad. Her Majesty the Queen is the ruler of the United Kingdom. I'm just hiding behind the scenes and doing some small, insignificant work." He smiled and said, "But you're right, Sherlock. It is related to the stability and development of the British Empire."

Sherlock sarcastically said: "Can the disappearance of a knight shake the foundation of your rule?"

"Duke, Sherlock." Mycroft added: "And not missing, I'm sure he's dead."

"It's just that you can't find the body."

"But the murderer's escape route has basically been locked."

"A dozen escape routes, yes, really 'basic' lockdown."

At this time, the two showed their unity as brothers, and they all spoke very fast. In just a short moment, they had a confrontation of more than a dozen rounds of verbal confrontation in observation and reasoning, which made Watson, the only ordinary person on the scene, face Expressionless, without any fluctuations in his heart, he even wanted a bag of popcorn.

Suddenly, Sherlock stopped the line with his brother: "No, John,

You can’t eat that anymore, you have been exercising too little recently, if you eat that, you will become a dead fat person. "

Watson: "???"

Mycroft also said politely: "About losing weight, I have quite a few plans here, if you need it..."

Sherlock immediately said angrily: "Oh, my dear brother, look at your weight, don't you understand why you ordered twelve suits again?"

"There are thirteen sets, Sherlock," said Mycroft. "Two of them are very similar in pattern and colour, so no wonder you mistake them."

Watson couldn't understand how Sherlock could see the pattern of the suit that Mycroft hadn't worn out of thin air, but he could interrupt this fierce conflict without gunpowder: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, the two bit."

The Holmes brothers were silent for a moment, and turned their gazes to him together.

Watson took a deep breath: "Are you going to eat here, Mycroft? Mrs. Hudson has studied a new recipe today."

Mycroft was silent for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, "Not yet, I don't think I should stay here to bother you."

Sherlock let out a snort of disdain.

"I don't have time to take care of these trivial matters, so I'll leave this case to you, Sherlock." Mycroft said before leaving: "At least you should take a look, I believe you will be interested."

He put a stack of papers on the table, smiled at Watson and nodded, opened the door and went out.

Sherlock sat on the sofa the whole time, turning his head away from Mycroft, until the moment the door was about to close, he quickly cast his eyes away, and then retracted them immediately.

Watson pretended he didn't see anything, and asked, "So I should pack my luggage for a few days?"

Sherlock: "...I haven't said anything yet."

"Oh, yes." Watson nodded kindly: "Then I'll ask again in two minutes."

It turned out that it didn't take more than 2 minutes at all, and Sherlock began to shout excitedly in a minute and a half: "The person who committed this crime is a genius!"

Watson said: "Okay, yes, yes, so how about bringing half a month's change of clothes?"

"Half a month, do you want to check your luggage, Watson?" Sherlock asked back, and then waved his arms impatiently: "You don't need to bring anything, we can buy it on the way. This time we are going abroad this time Yes, Watson."

"Huh? Oh, all right." Watson said, "Where are you going?"

Sherlock said: "America, I guess he

went to America.Let's go to Maryland first and look for clues. "

This murder-hunting trip is more like a trip for both Sherlock and Watson. Sherlock is addicted to the joy of chasing the murderer, while Watson purely enjoys sightseeing between cities.

He had already forgotten which flight he was on.

In just two weeks, they traveled to no less than seven cities, across three states, and finally came to New York State.

Watson asked: "So our next destination is...?"

"It's Gotham, John." Sherlock relaxed and leaned on the comfortable backrest of the first-class cabin, his tone was calm, but his eyes had already betrayed him: "If I guess correctly, this time we will end the long tracking journey, the murderer Right now, in Gotham."

The author has something to say: Little knowledge: Baltimore is the largest city and seaport in Maryland, USA

So it's time for the Easter Egg session!

It feels like I haven’t brought private goods for a long time (dog head) The first friend who finds the easter egg can get a red envelope reward~

Based on the number of easter eggs today, there will probably be several hahh

In fact, there were several easter eggs before, but it seems that everyone didn't see it?Come on, if you find it, you can get a Jinjiang coin red envelope

Then, in Chapter 73, a little angel mentioned the HP easter egg, but I kept forgetting to post _(:з」∠)_, I’m really sorry, I added it this time

感谢在2020-10-0803:43:51~2020-10-0902:22:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 40 bottles of 日々の益み重ね; 9 bottles of eating a whale; 7 bottles of empty words;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ,,