[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 20 Mo Niang who vomits blood

"Sherlock threw out a meaty bone, and John happily caught it. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to see a metronome with fluff growing on the back of the teddy dog ​​swinging quickly..." The new tenant of 221C used Batman's With a sarcasm in his tone, "It's like that big blue guy flying around."

Luckily, Bruce keeps his voice down, and the detective duo get out of this mess just in time.

Mr. Butler said in a helpless and loving tone like an elder: "This pair of children is cruel and perverse, and the other is submissive. It really makes people love and feel distressed... Don't frown, Master Bruce, similar patterns of getting along are happening every day in Gotham. .”

"Hmph, I hope that alien rescue dog is summoned away by his kennel, lest he show his eight teeth, imitate the yellow star hanging above our heads, and dangle in front of my eyes all day in order to damage my sanity. Vision." Bruce's performance fully proved that Tsundere is the nature of cats.

His amber-doped blue eyes closed, and Superman's chattering voice rang in his ears, and he closed his eyes as if he had been stung by the sun...

[Batman? ]

[explain. ]

[I know the odds are slim, but I wanted to ask anyway. ]

[Come on, I'm busy. ]

[I know, I know, I haven't had it easy lately, we've never been so easy... Don't, don't cut the communicator, Batman!I mean, I might take a trip to Gotham...]

[Impossible, aliens, Gotham is my city, don't let me see a red and blue corner in Gotham's sky. ]

[Don't act like a territorial cat, Batman!Even if "get the hell out of my Gotham" is your catchphrase and motto... hey?Hello?Batman?You really should get rid of this habit of cutting communications without warning!Batman! ]

"We all know this is not true, Master Bruce." Alfred said seriously, "Ah, 221C was visited by a distinguished guest who did not want to be named, no, not your alien friend, but a pair of Shoes, a pair of running shoes, a pair of limited edition running shoes from 1989 in good condition."

"Throw it out," said another of the greatest detectives in a Tsundere fit.

When Batman's counterpart, the world's only consulting detective, strutted into the taxi—their adventurous career must have brought countless incomes to London's taxi industry—Watson stared at his companion and once again felt emotional:

This kid looks more like he landed on a flying saucer than Superman. Is he really from Earth?

Look, he's so thin and tall that every female creature in the universe would die of hatred, his face is as long as his name (William Sherlock Scott Holmes), his complexion is so pale that he can pass for a vampire, and his facial lines are too angular. Abrupt, the color of hair and pupils is mysterious and vague, the eyebrows are too thick but they seem to be loose, the lines of the lips are very clear but appropriately bloodless...

This is obviously not a screaming face, but, but there is a kind of forbearing, deep and explosive power in him, which is as sharp, strong and graceful as a big cat, making it almost impossible to take your eyes off him. Move away.

Moreover, Watson bitterly discovered that this guy who is really not as good as Bruce has a charm that is not inferior to the sexy god who is worth billions. If there is a row of English letters on his furry head, this guy Literally walked off the cover of a top fashion magazine, and didn't even need the packaging to take it to a luxury exhibition - with Bruce Wayne.

Ahem, the meaning of the existence of the partner is indeed to contrast the brilliance of the protagonist.John Straight Straight Man Watson thought sullenly.

"Old-fashioned self-loathing, John." Sherlock withdrew the corner of his eyes, and turned the face that was obviously not handsome but unexpectedly charming to the cohabitant.

"How... nevermind."

"It's not once or twice that you put all your thoughts on your face, John." Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "I know what you're thinking, and you don't use mind reading but rely on deduction: 'I'm a little guy who's not handsome enough or attractive enough, with a shoulder injury that won't tell when he'll be limping again.' Your mind is screaming, though it doesn't make sense. If I can make my assistant feel If it's better..."

His pale lips suddenly pursed even more—he was just a twitchy, arrogant and rebellious boy in his youth—finally, Sherlock said coyly, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Badts Hospital Laboratory, you are completely treating my alma mater as your own."

"Yes, yes, Barts Hospital, I forgot."

"Holmes never forgets anything!"

"Of course not!" Sherlock subconsciously retorted loudly, "Unless it is junk information that will slow down the hard drive!"

"If you allow me to punch you, I think I will feel better." Hua said angrily.A trace of disappointment flows quietly, the grievances that are not taken seriously, the grievances that are easily forgotten, the grievances that follow him loyally, humblely and dullly... Needless to say, even if he knows nothing about deductive methods, Sherlock can still express the emotions of his companions. Take it back to your eyes and see everything at a glance.

The hateful thing is that his tone is still as awkward, vicious and arrogant as ever: "'I'm wronged, I'm hurt, I'm quitting, I'm going to max out Sherlock Holmes' credit card...' Don't act like a 14-year-old girl Like that, John! You're a...a fighter, a Teddy...yes, Teddy, like I said when we first met, Teddy. Obviously Teddy is the best description, not some 'charmless cripple' .Teddy, the name says it all, a kind and loyal little man with a...well, lovely warm smile, as beloved by the British as a teddy bear - only with a gun."

"...Are you finished?"

"Hurry up. Although you are as ordinary as your name, John, with a round face, round limbs, weird gray-gold hair, dark blue star-like round eyes, gentle and quiet is completely different from me, even the voice is full of warmth The texture is chubby—but it is the unswerving attitude of a soldier. Even if it is scientifically proven that the "smell of the sun" is actually the smell of burnt mites, I am still willing to use "a quilt that has been exposed to the sun all day" to describe you. You bring a little surprise and a knowing smile from time to time, and you can even wear a pink shirt so that people don't get bored. You are ordinary, John, but you are not impetuous to get rid of ordinary, but willing... willing to be light In short, you are incomparable."

How could the world allow such a smart and stupid guy to exist!Mixing praise and sarcasm and saying it in a confessional tone is indeed what Sherlock Holmes would do...

"Thank you for your long speech, Sherlock. I would be very grateful if you would be kind enough to tell me the reason for this grand speech."

"Reason? I don't want to be with a dejected assistant, John."

"Will you die if you learn not to be beaten up occasionally???!!!" Teddy yelled heart-piercingly, regardless of the taxi driver's hearing health, "What is it about the high IQ and low EQ? Is that what made you awkward, unbeatable, arrogant, and deadly? The champion of the world tricks and tricks championship is none other than you, Sherlock Holmes!"

Therefore, he ignored the last words of his cohabitant.

His pale lips were hidden in the collar of his raised coat, and he whispered lowly, saying with nothing to do with reasoning, deduction and logic: "Because you are the one standing beside me, the only and irreplaceable John. Watson."

The plot is proceeding step by step, and the storm created by the butterfly wings has not yet reached here.

Scotland Yard, strong safe, pink mobile, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

Although Sherlock will inevitably show excitement and joy that are unacceptable to the public when dealing with perverted criminals, Watson is still barely a normal person (not).His only thought was: I ^fuck it or come.

The phone screen displayed what looked like a real estate ad, with sleek, heavy mahogany and brass trimmed in a Victorian style—although it would have taken a lot of work to do that in a living room that wasn't really spacious. A lot of brainpower—the only thing Watson thought he knew was the thing that looked like a fireplace in the center of the picture.

"221C Baker Street, our new neighbor really lives up to the reputation of billionaires and playboys." Sherlock quickly stuffed the phone into his pocket, and the movement was as fast as magic, "The curtain opened, but A transvestite with an extremely rich nightlife is as likely to prevent me from enjoying the game as the sun is about to collapse."

Teddy put his hands on his hips and said, "So you know a little bit about astronomy, Sherlock, when are you going to go to my blog to refute rumors? Of course, after solving these five damn "beeps."

As soon as they got out of the taxi, a pair of running shoes decorated with blue stripes lay carelessly at the door of 221B, appearing in front of their eyes.

It doesn't look like Mo Niang's handwriting.

"Oh, Bruce! Don't ruin the fun of other people's games, it's so inelegant!" Sherlock said regretfully, and then he answered the phone.

"H-Hello...sexy, I...prepared...a small riddle for you, just to ask you..."

"You take away a man's voice."

"Very...very sharp, h-honey...even though someone interrupted our game, only our game...but...but I still want to...want you to have fun...twelve hours Solve the riddle inside, and by the way... warn that playboy who doesn't understand the style and the third party meddles... I... I will be very naughty..."