[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Explosion of Chapter 19 Attack

Watson tossed and turned in his dream.

The man smiled at him as if they had been apart for a long time, and as if they had never been apart.

He must find out who this person is.

But the more he tried to think and recall, the more blurred the face in front of him until it disappeared into the dim yellow dream.

Hua woke up panting, using the escaping skills he learned in special forces training, he finally got rid of the iron bars around his arms and thighs, and the childlike innocence that burst into his eyes as soon as he opened his eyes. face.

He pushed open the east-facing window and looked out, sighing, at the gray-blue clouds on the skyline.Most of the sun was exposed in the gaps in the clouds, shining orange, as if the gray-blue eyelids of the sky god opened to reveal golden eyeballs.

Ah, another beautiful day, another life that will never be boring.

——Of course, if it weren’t for being pressed by a huge cat on the neck, chest and thighs every day as an alarm clock for waking up, this kind of lively life is really good enough—see, even if there is no one for several days The tall case made Sherlock's head move, and he would not steal Watson's Browning and shoot the wall.

All this is thanks to the Abnormal Human Research Center. (Although Watson wondered countless times why Sherlock was not called by the center)

Anyway, since Bruce Wayne, Chairman of the Wayne Corporation, Batman, The Dark Knight, Sexy King, Playboy, Brucey Babe (whose titles add up to the length of Baker Street) . . . When Teddy and the others went downstairs, they were probably very excited to meet people of the same IQ level. Therefore, the two often quarreled at a high frequency (of course, Hannibal's His IQ is by no means lower than these two live treasures, but as educated as he is, he would never do such a heinous thing as "arguing").

While it's not necessary to see a boring Curly all the time (swear by 221B, no one wants to be around Sherlock when he's bored, he's hyper, rude, arrogant, and a headache), Not having to constantly worry about Sherlock tearing down Hudson's poor walls every day, not having to endure the sound of the violin in the early morning (never heard it since the real cohabitation began), but in return, Watson often had to While cursing the Abnormal Human Research Center, he rushed forward and pulled the arrogant Sherlock away from the arrogant Bruce.

"I'm sorry I lowered the average IQ level of Baker Street here, Sherlock, Bruce..." Watson had to use this sentence with extremely high frequency, "but I bet you are now lowering the EQ of all mankind .you bastards from cats, please don't race like a rebellious teenage kid to be worse than everyone! Well, Sherlock, please respect the only one who can keep up with your level of thinking; Bruce, London It's not Gotham, the officials don't do much with gangsters, and the police don't protect criminals, so don't confuse this with your hometown."

"Look at the idiots of Scotland Yard. They don't have such a brain." Sherlock said sullenly, "And the criminal class in London is becoming more and more intelligent. I'm glad I'm not one of them."

"The police are as dark as the police, young Sherlock Holmes." Hannibal's eyes snapped open like flipped trapdoors, and he disrupted the buzzing air of the living room with his distinctive voice, "Do you think so?" The detectives at scotland yard are a bunch of empty-headed idiots who just get you in trouble when you get the best of them. I've been with the guys from the FBI and CIA for a long time Friendly exchanges, they are nothing more than a pack of vicious and cowardly hyenas and vultures, living on puny bodies and corpses."

"There is a picky detective waiting for high-level cases every day, and Scotland Yard's life is not easy." Bruce sipped his tea, wiggling his knuckles lazily and said, "The detectives who have lost face because of you gather around, Enough to circle Wayne Manor."

"I'm not as hungry as you, the dark knight who violated the rules and destroyed the scene and evidence and conducted a private trial." Sherlock put on a face of "I'm picky and I'm proud", and couldn't be more arrogant.

Seeing that a nuclear-weapon-level dispute is about to start again——

boom--

A powerful explosion knocked four people to the ground in the living room.

The world is finally quiet.This was the first thought that came to Watson's mind as he sprawled on Mrs. Hudson's weather-beaten rug.

It took him a long time to remember that today he had planned to go shopping with Dr. Lecter at Harrods -- the Doctor was amazingly good at that, but as always, the plan went off the rails.

Well, wait for the Holmes brothers to sit in the only two armchairs - the bow in the brother's hand and the umbrella in the brother's hand are like sabers waiting for an opportunity, Watson, Hannibal and Bruce are crowded on the couch Here, after Alfred respectfully and kindly served hot tea...

Watson knew, the game had begun.

deadly game.

"I can't." The cat plucked the strings with its white and thick paws.

"Can't?" The British government raised its eyebrows, which made his receding hairline like an ebbing tide even more horrible.

"I have too many cases and I can't spare time." Sherlock snorted softly.

More than one person in the living room had a "believe your brother and you lose" look.

"National affairs are more important." Mycroft said through gritted teeth - indeed he was gnashing his teeth, and it seemed that his dental nerves were beginning to torment him.

"How's your diet going?" Sherlock asked blankly.

"Fine." The spy chief said in a drawn out tone.

"Having such a bad brother, no one would eat sweets crazily to relieve his depression." The billionaire squeezed between the former military doctor playing with guns and the psychiatrist playing with knives and sticks, still looking at ease Frivolous look.

"This is Pu'er tea shipped from China. It is said to be good for weight loss, but you need to drink it for a long time. I recommend you to try it, Mycroft." Alfred picked up the tray with a smile on his face, like a sweetheart Grandpa is so peaceful and amiable.

"If you hadn't left MI20 [-] years ago, maybe I wouldn't have to sit here today, trying to persuade my stubborn brother." The leader of MI[-] stared affectionately at the handle of the black umbrella, "Of course, you It is 'human nature' to perform guardianship duties."

From "human nature", Watson heard exactly the meaning of "you group of fish-lipped goldfish".

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help, Mycroft, but Master Bruce happens to be a wayward and arrogant ward, a callous employer and an inconsiderate exploiter who flails his paws like a cruel cat and is never expected to be loyal. The old butler resigned and went back to the Scottish countryside to spend his life, so I had to run around at the front line at the age of 56." The butler, who could not see a trace of aging except for his gray hair, complained (God is on his hair Much denser than the former partner!).

After the British government assigned the task of "Project Bruce Partington" with eyebrows raised and chin raised, the whole room stared at the man who happened to have the same name, trying to reflect the casualness from the deep dark face. In the three-piece suit with "taste" and "rich gold" and the chic and bohemian posture, we can find clues of connection.

"Don't look at me like a treasure hunter, guys." Bruce casually placed the teacup on the low table - which had been stomped on by another cat and remodeled into a fancy way - and stood up from the sofa. , put his hands loosely in his pockets and said, "My newcomer, within three months I was busy repairing 221C, busy rebuilding the Batcave, busy seeking common interests with the British government, trying to reach an agreement, busy obtaining legal status and conducting research on our common research center , have no time or mood to joke with the Ministry of Defense. By the way, I am deeply puzzled by the fact that 'the elder brother was selected by the research center and the younger brother was excluded'."

"Because the research center can't exchange anything with him, according to his own mantra, it's obvious." Dr. Lecter made the ending very playful, "Little Sherlock Holmes has nothing that he would rather give everything to get back. The research center gives What did you do, Bruce? Can you stop tossing and turning in the middle of the night and sleep soundly?"

Bruce's resolute jaw tightened, and a trace of vulnerability, sadness and relief was fleeting on that face.He didn't answer the doctor's question—Hannibal knew he wouldn't answer—but said in an inaudible manner in a foreign language he learned during his studies and training in the East: "It's not humane."

"Boring." Sherlock turned his attention back to the violin, plucking the strings casually, trying to create dissonant notes with all his might.

"It hurts to think of us as outsiders, Bruce," Mycroft said with a politician's smirk.

"Your pronunciation is too standard, bat!" Watson exclaimed, "You know, the tones of Chinese are scarier than witches' spells to Westerners!"

"You're not bad either." The government clerk got up from Watson's armchair, walked towards the master with his head held high, pointed his double chin at him, and made a sweet smile of "you know me", "Goodbye, John , see you very soon."

What a great day at Yali Mountain.

Well, Lestrade's phone rang by fate, and with the childish upturn of Sherlock's mouth, Watson knew, the great game, ison.

"Come?"

"If you want me to."

"Of course." Sherlock held the coat in one hand, and held Watson's hand with the other, with an uncontrollable smile flowing slowly like honey, "I will be at a loss if I leave my blogger."