[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter1 turned into Teddy

Luo Huasheng was convinced that he was dead. He was shot in the head by a bullet during a rescue mission, and he couldn't die anymore.

Before he had time to feel that the death toll of this year's troops had exceeded the limit, the red blood mist like watermelon smoothies that filled his eyes strangely dispersed, and a wide door stood alone, which appeared in front of his eyes that should have been torn apart.

The gate is pale yellow as a whole, with a wooden texture painted on it, and a long strip of glass on the right side.

When the door opened, what Watson saw was not a cow's head and a horse's face, no God's angel, no Sanskrit language and the Pure Land of Bliss, no Meng Po, no undead, no usher and ferryman...

Just a bunch of clutter that either gets sorted out or just goes to landfill.

To be exact, a huge, messy laboratory table popped up before his eyes, droppers, test tubes, catheters, graduated cylinders, beakers, flasks, retorts, Erlenmeyer flasks, microscopes, yellow solutions, blue unknown The mixture, the pink suspension, the desk lamp, the wires... It was like a leakage of electricity, stimulating the nerves of his strong and rough soldier.

Watson rubbed his own 24K titanium alloy dog ​​eyes that were nearly destroyed by lightning and nearly scrapped, and almost threw away the crutch that seemed to grow out of his hand-the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

No, there are still some changes, such as a man who is having a heated fight with a dropper and a glass slide. He uses a feline hunting posture, lifts his upper body from the laboratory table, and at the same time calmly Turning his face sideways, with a sharp, compelling, shining, examining gaze... he glanced at him hottest, and then continued to immerse himself in his experiment.

Of course, the "spicy" magic horse is purely a brain supplement. Although the other party's gaze seems to be understated and careless, it falls on the body and has a substantial penetrating power.

Like a very territorial, sharp, withdrawn, greasy-haired, sturdy feline.is a dangerous man...

Watson stared back without fear.

This man was wearing a black suit and a white shirt that didn't match the atmosphere of the laboratory. Two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned casually.He had dark chestnut-colored, wool-like curly hair, which fell loosely over a high forehead.The face may be narrow and elongated, but the fluffy, loose curls just make up for the shortcomings.His face is light-toned, and it seems that all the dark^pigmentation has been absorbed by the thick curly hair.His nose was narrow, his cheekbones were high, and his lips were so pale that they couldn't be distinguished from his pale complexion.Long, light-colored eyebrows extend on the brow bone, almost covering the pale to transparent eyeballs.The eyeballs are a shocking glazed color (it turns out that glazed eyes really do not only exist in Mary Su Xiaobai's novels!) The crystal clear blue, green and white colors are intertwined into unpredictable danger and mystery.

Watson looked around and said in a daze, "Different from my day."

It wasn't until the companion who came in with him, whose figure was very space-consuming, and whose chin size would change qualitatively when viewed from different angles, answered "You'venoidea", that Watson realized that he just used it to express inexplicable, things are different. The one who sighed was English - the subject that never passed.

Then, the guy who met for the first time, who is busy with experiments, has a strong sense of presence, looks like a 12-year-old boy in school, and seems to have half his EQ, used Watson's After sending a text message on the phone, he blurted out to him: "Teddy."

"Er...Sorry?" As a newcomer, Watson felt that his hearing might need a comprehensive examination.

The other party answered cleanly and without sloppiness: "Round face, round ears, round nose, short limbs, dark blue to almost black round eyes, naive demeanor, short hair that doesn't keep warm, um, Teddy."

"..." Watson turned to the behemoth who came with him and called himself an "old friend" with a disheveled face, and found that Mike's original rosy peach-like face was flickering like a mirror.

It seems that this guy usually wouldn't go offline to this point.Watson wasn't so sure that this was good news.

Then, the cat accepted the coffee from the beautiful female forensic doctor confidently, and responded with an inhuman reply of "Now your mouth is too small", put down the mug in a smooth manner, turned to Watson sideways, and said with one hand in his pocket: "Your mouth is too small." How do you feel about the violin?"

Watson looked left and right for ten seconds, and finally realized that the cat was talking to him.

There is an illusion of being favored...

"What?" He tilted his head and asked blankly, couldn't be more stupid.

"I play the violin when I think about things, and sometimes I can't talk for a whole day. As a roommate, you should know each other's shortcomings." Curly finally turned his head—his attitude is the unique agility, briskness, and arrogance of felines Unconsciously cute, the eyebrows with soft lines are raised, and the childish face looks innocent and sincere.

Then, a deliberately enlarged smile that made the fine lines of his eyes, mouth and cheeks into curves broke Watson's extravagant expectations.

He put on a windbreaker, put on a dark blue scarf, and turned up the collar of his coat. His movements were clean, flowing, and coherent, overflowing with the rhythm of the music, and he was very satisfied with Watson's reaction that was so dull that he couldn't speak.Putting his mobile phone into his coat pocket, the cat said to himself: "I found a nice little place in central London, the two of us can afford it, and we will meet there at seven o'clock sharp tonight."

Watson finally regained his self-consciousness as a normal person: "We just met, and we are going to look for a house together?"

While this is a normal human reaction, what's with the lingering feeling of "stupid question that doesn't make sense"?

"Problem?" The other party took it for granted, like a child pointing at the night sky and saying "the stars are blinking".

"We don't know anything about each other..." Watson pursed his lips, struggling weakly for the last time.

Curly's scrutinizing, straight, cat-like vigilant and cautious eyes came again.He didn't bow his head, lowered his eyes slightly, and said quickly, without punctuation, and without ups and downs: "I know you are a military doctor and an excellent soldier. You have just been repatriated from Afghanistan or Iraq. You have a brother who is very Concerned about you, but you don't want his help. You resent him, maybe because of his alcoholism, more likely because he recently dumped his wife, and I know your therapist thinks you have a disability sequelae, but I’m afraid this diagnosis is pure nonsense, and I strongly recommend that you fire her. As a roommate, is this enough understanding?” His translucent eyes were full of vigor and spirit, and then he turned around coolly and looked at the pale door. Go through the yellow door.

Thank you for letting me know more about myself... Watson turned away, trying not to appear overly grateful.

The head covered with fluffy curly hair poked back from the door, and "enthusiastically" added: "My name is Sherlock Holmes, and my address is 211B Baker Street." Then, he made a friendly gesture , Facial expressions that ordinary people can't achieve at all: the corner of the right mouth is raised sharply, and the right eye blinks with lightning speed... Simultaneously, the process is completed in a flash.Then, with an unrestrained gesture of not taking a cloud away, he disappeared behind that door—behind the door that sent Watson like the wind.

Watson surveyed this mirage-like laboratory with robot-like movements, bid farewell to Mike, who was said to be an old friend, in a daze, and followed the body's instinct Return to the small hotel where you temporarily stayed.

The single room is small and cramped, the curtains are closed, and the space is filled with foggy grayness.

Sitting on the single bed covered with white sheets, Watson finally realized a serious problem: he, over, over, over.

At this time, a really hot female voice sounded like an oracle in Watson's brain that was emptied by the discovery of time travel: "The Special Physique Sub-Center of the Abnormal Human Research Center is dedicated to serving you. You are a voter of the research center." , was chosen to come to London, England in 2009, and start the gears of fate with Sherlock Holmes, oh, just thinking about it makes me passionate!"

Watson wiped off the sweat that popped from his forehead, and belatedly asked, "...why?"

"My dear, although it is sad to say it, I have to tell you that among the currently known 650 planets with signs of life, only humans on the earth like to persistently ask why. Dear , where are there so many whys? Where are the 'explainable' reasons? You just take it as a fun adventure to enjoy, feel, and experience. In exchange, your parents in another time and space will have nothing to eat Worry, spend your old age in peace. Well, go and enjoy the cohabitation life with Sherlock Holmes~ As long as you don’t reveal the clues to solve the case to him, otherwise what challenges and fun are there? Kissyougoodbye~mydearWaston~”

So quickly bound to a tsundere cat who has no interest in solving crimes and is completely clueless in other aspects... Fuck!

and many more……

Special Physique Sub-Center of Abnormal Human Research Center... What physique?How special?

It's a pity that no matter how much he racked his brains to shout out, that hot oracle, which was more exciting than the shouting in the discord movie, was stingy and refused to ring out a second time.

wait a minute...

Watson pursed his lips subconsciously, and finally found a more serious problem:

For a normal person, shouldn't the most important thing to be concerned about be "why the fuck do I belong to the [abnormal] human research center"? ? ?