[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 21 Mo Niang continues to vomit blood

"The actor is on the stage." Sherlock slammed the phone back into his pocket, focused his eyes on the front, raised his chin slightly, and was extremely high-spirited and high-spirited - he naturally entered the "onfire" adventure state, obviously not Realize that an innocent person is taking great risks and fears.

As much as Watson hated it, he couldn't tell himself that he wasn't fascinated by consulting detectives at work.

The imposing consulting detective closed his eyes slightly and let the gears of his thoughts run. Watson could even see the sparks of logic and clues.

His dark trench coat is neat and well-cut (Watson often irons it for him), the dark blue scarf wraps around his strong neck (Watson washes it for him), and his small curls are fluffy and stylish (Watson Shampoo), the side profile is simply a whimsical gift of the creator.He is like a shining lighthouse, breaking through the fog of England and igniting Watson's life.

"Wishyouhappygame, and wishyouveryhappytogether." Watson said angrily, and then he was about to walk away.

"He can only be regarded as a playmate, John." Sherlock blocked the way of his cohabitant with a big stride. He firmly held Watson's wrist, stared at him with eyes as clear as glass, and used the most suspicious No one can question his sincere tone and say, "And you are the one who has always stood by my side."

You see, the guy can be anything and anything if he wants to.

"You can use the equipment in the Batcave, Mr. Holmes." The butler came out from behind the door of 221B, his steps were so brisk that his age did not match his age, and he suggested politely and kindly.

"No, Aff." Sherlock didn't even take his scanner-like eyes away from Teddy's cohabiting body. "We'll go to the Barts Hospital laboratory. Excessive reliance on high technology will increase inertia and slow down the speed of the brain." .”

"OhGod, it's exactly the same as Batman's rejection of superpowers." Watson couldn't bear it (he has often done this since he moved into 221B), and said, "Please, superpowers, high-tech, aren't they just tools? !This is not a game, Sherlock! A woman strapped with enough ammunition to blow up a house, and a sniper targeting her!"

"Sniper? The deductive method taught by Sherlock Holmes?" Bruce also walked out from behind the dark green door, as dark and shiny as if he had spent a vacation in California or the Mediterranean (he was always wrapped in a bat suit, and his skin turned out to be not pale at all).On the flaxen tie is a black ring pattern, which is very suitable for a small jet-black curly hair.His full forehead is completely exposed (it is said that only really handsome men can control the hairstyle with exposed forehead - Sherlock can't, his face is too long), with one hand in his pocket, his posture is lazy, his expression is dull, and he looks absolutely no threat.

Watson didn't think he was a provocative person, but at this moment, he intuitively understood what he should say: "Don't pretend to be indifferent, Bruce, someone is being threatened by a criminal right under your nose! An innocent The woman in question may still be a mother! She has a family, and possibly children, and she could have lived a very happy life. If the case is not solved as soon as possible..."

Bruce lowered his head, his fine black hair covered his panther-like eyes, but Watson happened to see the deep dent in the middle of his brow, which was winding and full of perseverance, harshness and vicissitudes.

Everyone heard Batman's low voice, gloomy, cold, hoarse and unwavering, as if it was transmitted to everyone's ears through a loudspeaker and other electronic devices: "I will never allow this to happen, Within my reach. Violence abounds, crime abounds, officials and civilians alike are powerless ... I will not allow it to happen as long as I can."

He walked into 221C, walked into the dark cave-like corridor, and the whole person was submerged in darkness.

"Activate Level [-] Surveillance, Aff, we can't count on MI[-] and MI[-], the IQ of the Gotham police is second only to them." Batman's voice stirred the air in the hallway, "I'm different from you, I have an efficient team, Sherlock, and going it alone, alone, is never the best option."

"Come on, for a bat that claims to live in groups, 'living in isolation' is not my exclusive adjective." Faced with the same kind of provocation, Sherlock, the cat, Sherlock Holmes began to show his claws again.

Until being dragged into the newly renovated 221C by Teddy.

"The dilapidated wooden doors disappeared, and the mottled and peeling walls changed. My God...the only one that can renovate several basements to look like a big manor! Hey, Dr. Lecter, it turns out that you are making a friendly visit on behalf of 221B Come? You fit in well with the style here, but I feel uncomfortable when I come in..." Watson felt that his eyes and mouth were not enough.

The doctor of noble origin gently swung his wrist, swirling the wine in the tall crystal glass: "The Victorian style, like an old house with a history of more than 100 years, is calm, elegant, traditional, and heavy. Of course, Little Bruce No need for traditional backing. His ego, his reasoning skills, are no more measured by traditional yardsticks than his IQ."

"You too, Dr. Lecter." Before entering the bat cave with high-tech equipment, Sherlock left a nonchalant sentence, "Besides, your tradition has long been destroyed by the artillery fire of World War II."

... The innocent-faced trampling and hurting god, it's time to change it, baby Sherlock!

Another death motto of Sherlock, the champion of the Showdown Championship, Sherlock Holmes came from the underground: "You have completely destroyed the elegance and fun of this game, Bruce, don't tell me about the loss of parents, the trauma of childhood, the harshness The training, the split personality... is simply a textbook template, boring."

Take him straight down with the batart, Bruce, and I have no objection...

"Little Sherlock Holmes is so talented and intellectual, he doesn't always stop to think about worldly cause and effect or right and wrong." Hannibal poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, his purple-brown eyes rubbed out like flint when their fingers touched Mars, "And you just happened to act as his secular restraint and moral compass, John."

Listening to this psychiatrist and mental patient who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on others, regards ordinary people as food inferior to himself, and completely opposes society, when he talks about "morality" in a serious manner, Watson is shocked by the surge of adrenaline Like, trout, bouncing up and down the blood ducts.

"Why, Doctor?" he asked, lowering his profile.

"You are more decent and measured than Sherlock, John." Apparently, Hannibal was also willing to answer questions—in order to maintain his super-class yet elegant and friendly image, "because you are more ordinary and more respected." Like all ordinary people, he is accustomed to compromise with the world, but Sherlock is completely a child, an extraordinary child. The child is subject to minimal constraints, so his creativity is extraordinary, and what follows must be The same extraordinary destructive power..."

"I finally understand the meaning of 'Children's Heart', thank you, Doctor." Watson got up, opened the curtains of mountains and mountains, and looked up at the rare clear daylight in London.

"You're right, little John, the great geniuses are often children. Ever been to Westminster Abbey? Oh, you lack devout faith in God, like many young men in modern times, you haven't been to that Famous sights in London. I'm not talking about religion, John, don't think about your namesake disciple of Jesus, I'm talking about Poets' Corner at Westminster Abbey, the land where Britain's greatest souls rest , although the remains are not here, it does not prevent people from facing the monuments and statues to pay homage to and remember the souls of the 120 art elites - Shakespeare, Newton, Darwin, the three sisters of Bronte, and the most important Charles Dickens..."

Dickens, yes, Dickens.

As Dickens said, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of faith, it was the epoch of incredulity; It's the dark season; it's the spring of hope, it's the winter of despair; we're all heading for heaven, we're all heading straight for hell.

This is London.

Here are the rich clothes and shadows of the privileged class, and there are also hungry people living on the streets.There is simple love, dedication and sacrifice here, as well as the unfathomable darkness like Gotham.Here, crime and justice, death and vitality, evil and good, consulting detectives and consulting criminals compete with each other, and the contrast in each place is so sharp that it makes people dazzled and makes people tremble from the depths of their souls.

Here is the center of the world, here is the microcosm of the world.

Mr. Butler walked into the living room with steady and dignified steps, holding a silver tray in his white gloved hand.He smiled and asked, "Would you like some cookies, John? Mrs. Hudson is full of praise for my craftsmanship."

"Thank you so much, Aff, my stomach is calling..." Teddy said into a microphone with his mouth full and his round cheeks moving, "Would you like some cookies? Sherlock? Alfred's secret formula!"

"I never eat when I'm working."

"I knew he would reply like this." Watson complained sullenly to the billionaire's British butler, "Sometimes I really want to ask Sherlock for wages, you see, I have to transform into an all-round nanny Locke eats on time—forcing food when he refuses to use his chewing organs, checks on time—acts as his personal doctor when he refuses to walk to the hospital, acts as a buffer between him and the world, life and death At a critical moment, he shot and killed him to save him..."

The old butler nodded empathetically, and said in a tacit understanding: "For God's sake, getting Master Bruce to eat something at work is more difficult than anything else. Sometimes I have to knock him out with a racket——in the Master's series After working for more than 48 hours without sleep."

Teddy: "Sherlock never gets up and eats on time."

Butler: "Master Bruce too."

Teddy: "Sherlock can work without eating, drinking or sleeping for a week."

Butler: "Master Bruce too."

Teddy: "Sherlock is always right to offend people."

Butler: "Master Bruce also when he was Batman."

Teddy: "Whenever Sherlock despises 'fish-lipped mortals' with the cruelty of a six-year-old boy, I can't help but remind 'fish has dignity too'..."

Butler: "Whenever Master Bruce puts on his bat costume, he sprays venom as if Snape possessed him, without even considering that his brain is beyond the reach of mortals."

Teddy: "Sherlock is a good actor, he can become another person without changing clothes."

Butler: "Master Bruce too."

Teddy: "I feel like I'm Sherlock's butler."

Steward: "...I have the same occupation."

Teddy: "I often want to put Sherlock in a sack and beat him up."

Butler: "Master Bruce inevitably makes me feel the same way."

The two servants, who were oppressed and devastated, shed tears of sympathy for each other's fate, and patted each other's shoulders with emotion.

"Karl Pavas, there are botox residues on the shoes!" This is the joy of Sherlock's brain running at high speed and the puzzle finally solved.

"Ah, by God, I finally killed all the snipers in the parking lot." This is Batman's sigh of relief after returning to the Batcave.

The two cats looked at each other, and the flame of competition was burning.

In the center of the spider web in London, Mo Niang's hands are rolling, crying, and running: 221C comes out of a deep well ice out of thin air. Mind your own business...

Mo Niang's eyes were wide open, and the Irish high-pitched coloratura: "Bruce Wayne, you bad guy! How dare you intervene in the two-person world between me and sexy! I'm going to make you into shoes!"