[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter2 Brain Supplement for Rotten Girls

Others travel through time, fight monsters and upgrade, feel proud and domineering, and dominate the rivers and lakes for thousands of years.

And Watson's time travel is an all-round and multi-angle N-dimensional interpretation of the four letters starting with F that need to be beeped off.

Abnormal Human Research Center is up!This cat who enjoys mocking humans, shoots walls for fun, and uses detective work as a marriage partner is Sherlock Holmes! ——Before tragic (crossing) to death, Watson happened to watch a popular BBC drama.

Leaving aside Sherlock Holmes, it doesn’t matter if you dress up as a supporting role to set off the hero’s magnificence. Beauty is not a problem!The point is, there is no money!Baker Street is located in the center of Westminster, London. The weekly rent is nearly 300 pounds, and the pension is only 6000 pounds per year, which is equivalent to 500 pounds per month, which is 125 pounds per week... The military pension is only enough to pay the rent , and the welfare subsidy is so insignificant...

However, given that the nerve thickness is comparable to that of an elephant's leg, this guy quickly gave up his vision of a miserable life-anyway, all 9 episodes of British dramas have passed through-and turned to watch his new image in the mirror.

...Sure enough, as Sherlock accurately described, the Teddy-like 360-degree five-circle and three-thickness without dead ends.

In fact, in all fairness, this face looks completely up to standard (although it is not handsome and stylish, and at the same time there are suspicions of natural dullness): the eyes are round, big and bright, dark blue as if wearing contact lenses, and the irises are covered with cloud flakes translucent texture.Gray gold + flaxen hair is cut into the round inch he is most used to as a soldier, his back is straight, his hands are placed against the seam of his trousers casually, and he is in a standard military posture with a random movement. Shen (dai) Jing (meng) Ann (chi) Ning (dun)... Except for the change of race and more equipment (crutches), it is almost the same as in the previous life-including the height of 170cm (about 5.6 feet) for disabled people .

If it weren't for the height restriction, he might be able to wear his casual clothes with the seductive taste of a uniform... Watson looked at himself dully, on the surface he wanted to cry, but his heart flowed like a river--every minute after he went out The flow is cut off.

He walked all the way, sorting out the memory of the former military doctor, John Hamish Watson.

When Watson knocked on the dark green door of 221B Baker Street, a familiar, fateful, unforgettable greeting that made his scalp tense, accompanied by the sound of the car door closing, sounded behind him .

Watson staggered and turned around—continuously convincing himself that it was because of his leg injury—and twisted his super-level performance into a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "Can I be honored to call you Sherlock?"

"It's 'my' honor, John." The person in front of him was wearing a standard Sherlock four-piece suit: an expensive and flowing coat, a straight and slim dark suit, a tight shirt and a dark blue scarf, unlike the one who had just whipped The appearance of the dead body, on the contrary, shone like walking off the catwalk.With his hands behind his back, he was light-hearted and smug.

"The location here is very good, and the rent must be extremely expensive." Unlike the complacent attitude of the prospective roommate, Watson's expression is like that of the owner who has been ransacked by thieves.

"Ms. Hudson—our landlord—gives me a special offer. She owes me a favor that I helped a few years ago when her husband was sentenced to life in Florida." Sherlock didn't care whether the other party wanted to listen or not—even if the sadness on Watson's face became thicker and thicker, he couldn't stop him from talking.

The door opened, and a thin, kind, smiling, and enthusiastic lady embraced him——Watson almost forgot that this good-natured, warm-hearted landlady was a stripper in her youth, and at the same time was a stripper for her. The husband who runs the drug business works.Normal people can't tolerate a tenant who stares at the criminal all day long and is watched by the criminal at the same time.

——Abnormal Human Research Center is here!Can't there be a normal person in my miserable life?Can't you?

Sherlock ran up the stairs briskly—this is entirely the habit of young children—and innocently looked at Watson who was struggling to climb the stairs, his lower lip was slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were raised mischievously. Door.

In front of me is a small messy living room with personality, a fireplace, sofa, coffee table, bookcase, lamps, tables and chairs. Watson is particularly fond of the high-hanging cow skull with headphones... and the fireplace A stunning skeleton on top.

"Very good... To be precise, it can become very good." He made a fencing posture with his crutches, pointed to the debris piled up on the floor and said, "Just clean up the garbage."

"Ah... I can tidy them up." Sherlock picked up a stack of documents in a posture that didn't look like tidying up a room, took a knife and nailed them next to the skull, and then put his hands in his pockets, showing that he had nothing to do.

Watson sighed resignedly, and drew back all the heavy curtains—he was not quite used to living in dark furniture and dark wallpaper.Outside the window, the sun was clear, bright, and blinding, hardly like rainy London in a temperate maritime climate, and the windows seemed to glow by themselves.

"There's another bedroom upstairs, if you need two," said Mrs. Hudson with a knowing smile.

"Could it be possible for two big men to sleep in a single bed in a bedroom?" Watson's brows raised a narrow mountain range, and he subconsciously tilted his head and opened his mouth slightly.

"I promise, boys, the bed in the bedroom is big enough for two to share, and it's big and comfortable."

"...Why should I share a bed with Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson?" After finishing speaking, Watson regretted it.

The enthusiastic landlord lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, my dear, the couple at Mrs. Teller's next door are married."

Watson turned his head away from her, even though he knew that if he went on like this, he would be found by cervical hyperplasia.His face must be terrible now, and he didn't want to frighten this attentive—perhaps overly attentive wife.

"We are not a couple, Sherlock, you can't be more clear! Why don't you raise objections!" Until he fluffed up the cushions with the Union Jack flag printed on them and sat down comfortably on the sofa, he tidied up whatever he wanted Item's companion asks.

Sherlock had his hands in his trouser pockets - god knows when he took off his coat - and the damn slim suit and shirt complemented his tall, slender figure perfectly.Apparently, he is also well aware of his body advantage, standing at an angle that reveals his figure, and answered as a matter of course: "In order to filter a lot of meaningless and boring chats, I have turned Mrs. Hudson into a permanent mute model."

Watson has the advantage that no matter how unbelievably weird the conversation or the situation is, he is the calm point in the center of the storm - he is not trying to show how calm and strong he is - Watson means that he has no brains. Love turns, nerves are too thick.

So he turned sideways, looked into the kitchen, and tried to change the subject.

Then Watson shuddered and was shocked, and his whole body was not well.

"What reagent did you put in the butter dish, buddy?"

"Reagent bottle of sodium bisulfate. Did I put it in a butter dish?"

"Obviously, you not only don't want to distinguish the chemical reagent cabinet from the dining cabinet, but even confuse the dining table with the test bench!" Watson jumped up and said, "As a famous detective who has obtained a postgraduate diploma in the Department of Chemistry, Sherlock, your Is the degree certificate stolen? Did no one teach you to strictly distinguish between laboratory and living room items? Did no one tell you that the laboratory is incompatible with food? Chemical reagents, accidentally tasted It might be dead!"

Sherlock's unsuitable and increasingly smug smile turned Watson into a roaring Teddy: "Even if you are an old lady who is impatient with arsenic and doesn't want to think about your own life, please at least Think about your roommates! We share a kitchen!"

"I'm really sorry, John, I accidentally overestimated your knowledge and IQ." Sherlock said lightly, "I will move the instruments and reagents to the living room."

Being "apologized" with such an attitude, Watson really couldn't keep himself from speaking ill at each other...

He held back...

"I beg you, Sherlock, don't always use the meaning of 'hit me' in your words... Otherwise, I may not be able to bear it." Watson whispered with a bitter face.

"You can bear it." His sharp and self-satisfied eyes covered his companion who was calming his anger on the sofa, "I checked my information on the Internet, did you find anything interesting?"

He was standing in front of the window, and the unusually bright sunlight spread on his face full of "seeking praise".

"Deductive method, although I don't understand it due to the limitation of intelligence, but it looks very powerful." Watson rubbed his temples dejectedly - he felt that he might not be able to get rid of this bad habit in the future, "You learn from me What did you see?"

The corners of Sherlock's mouth hooked almost imperceptibly—enough for Watson to notice his complacency—then, his smiling eyes, which became more and more transparent in the sun, looked directly at him, using reasoning and unpunctuated Yu Yu said: "I can see your military career through your face and legs. You are not only a military doctor, but also a soldier. I know your brother's drinking habits through your mobile phone." Then he made a very embarrassing The expression is clearly tantalizing.

Damn unfathomable, feline-like self-centered, child-like mischief and wild madness...

Do you know that you are so owed and hung up like this?

When Watson once again lamented his tragic fate, Inspector Lestrade appeared at the door panting, which made him somewhat comforted.

After all, someone was unlucky and suffering with him.

Watson can even imagine that the cat with fried hair jumped up in front of the detective with a plop, pointing its paw at the noses of all the forensics and police officers in Scotland Yard (especially Anderson and Donovano) , arrogantly said: "Wrong!"

He wasn't the only victim of Sherlock Holmes!He does not admit that he is gloating!

Watson watched him unabashedly express his dislike for Anderson, watched the compromising inspector rush downstairs, watched Sherlock's smirk grow bigger and bigger, watched him jump up high with his hands clenched, watched Seeing his whole body being lit up in high spirits...

"Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four serial suicides, and now there's a last word!" He danced around the small living room a few times, putting on his coat while circling, "It's a good time again! "

"Look at him running out in a hurry..." Mrs. Hudson said aggrievedly, "It's the same with my husband." Her tone became sympathetic.

"..."

"I can see that you are much calmer. I'll make tea for you. Rest your legs first."

"...Actually, I can help you prepare dinner, Mrs. Hudson..." Sherlock's fluffy, curly head poked out from the door, and his voice was soft and low: "You are a doctor , to be precise, a military doctor."

From the cello-like deep voice, Watson heard the rotation of the gears of fate.

His boyish, unabashed joy was so contagious that Watson, walking behind him, could not help laughing just by the corner of his mouth.

and many more……

As the roommate of a consulting detective who says 'Brilliant' when encountering a high IQ serial killer...

Shouldn't the normal response be "I've been ripped off by a center for deviant human research"?

Sherlock strode out of 221B briskly and nimbly. His clothes swayed in the wind, as graceful as walking on a runway. His wool-like curly hair was irritatingly beautiful, and his long, powerful arms stretched out gracefully. With a strange arc on his black gloved hand, he stopped a taxi.

This man is strong and well-proportioned, with a beautiful and slender figure, and an elegant and neat demeanor, who can be pulled into an advertisement at any time.

but!

He is simply a moving brain!

Brutal biology and genetics are so eccentric that giving a man who wants nothing more than brains the appearance of perfection leaves John The Normal Watson a mere 5ft 6in.