[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 23 Appearance of the Loyal Dog

Watson returned to 221C with a pile of confidential information of the Ministry of Defense, threw the billionaire's project of the same name on the thick old mahogany table, and shouted: "I hate politics! I hate politics! Politics!"

"That's one of the reasons I hate Mycroft." Sherlock leaned over, fiddling with reagent bottles and droppers with his white hands, pressing down with his strong waist, even in suits and shirts with two buttons unbuttoned Standing in front of the experimental platform, they all look like a carnivorous beast waiting for an opportunity.

"Do you know what's the biggest difference between you and McCrov?" Hua Sheng twitched the corners of his mouth as usual, while his skills were cooling down...

"You don't have to worry about weight, hairline and dental nerves?" Sherlock rolled his eyes innocently, and continued to die...

You are a gentle and generous man, John H. Watson.Teddy repeatedly warned himself in his heart.You are a soldier, serving the people under the state machinery; you are a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded in social organizations, you can’t compete with a self-proclaimed anti-social giant baby with low EQ...you can’t...

In fact, he can.

"Wronnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng! For the sake of the Abnormal Human Research Center, Mycroft has control over his mouth and brain and obviously you don't! And you are always holding the banner of being anti-social!"

Finally, Rampage Teddy appeared.

"High-functioning sociopath, John, you are a doctor, the kind with a Ph. An invitation from the Human Research Center, which planet's logic wants me to act on their behalf?"

There's a Ph.D. kind of thing... didn't I say that before?

"Mycroft has been doing his best to protect you, and you have been doing his best to rush out of his protection! Don't be a child, Sherlock! Your brother in the British government is not because you are stupid, but because you always feel that you have not grown up." Big boy!" Before coming to this world, a scene from S03E03 rushed into Watson's mind: the young Sherlock held up his hands, tears streaming down his face, "Restore your relationship with your brother as soon as possible, even if you just try to do this, to save yourself Two tsunderes and one drama all day long always cause me to be tied into a black car for no reason, coerced, lured and forced to participate in a conspiracy that looks like a big boss behind the scenes! Even if the kidnapper is a beautiful woman!"

"You did participate in the conspiracy planned by the big boss behind the scenes, John."

Seeing that 221C is about to stage a restricted-level violent scene that is not suitable for children to watch——

"I'm glad to agree with little Sherlock Holmes occasionally." Hannibal put down the cookie provided by the butler, his scalpel-like voice cut into the violent atmosphere, and Watson was completely awake, "in politics Here, the most common situation is as follows: the country calling for peace often has a strong military, the country proposing the destruction of weapons must have a new invention, and the country shouting for humanitarian assistance must be targeting the resources and energy of the other side—politics puts the weak to the strong The ultimate truth, well written."

Watson looked up at the Eastern European aristocrat sitting upright and quietly, like a god statue on an altar, with the adoring eyes of "a doctor is a doctor", in exchange for Sherlock's disdainful "hum".

The call from the blocked number rang again, and he straightened up from the experimental table and answered the call.

"The clue is in the name—Janus Motors." The man's words were almost lost in the howling cars, but it wasn't enough to make people ignore the calm, amused and confused he clearly conveyed.The timbre that envelops all these emotions is clear and pleasant, like a crystal reflecting the sun.After several hours of waiting, instead of becoming more anxious, he seemed to be comforting Sherlock.

"Why are you kind enough to remind me?"

"Whyeveryonedoeseverything, Sherlock? Because I'mbored." The voice in the earpiece seemed to have a smothered smile, which made Batman, who was in the Batcave but monitoring 221C's movements at any time, evaluate it as a "stupid", "We are destined to lead each other Kizuna, Sherlock, you and me, remember and enjoy."

"I, AM, NOT, MADE, FOR, YOU." Sherlock pressed the hang-up button heavily, his radiant eyes flickered, his lips were slightly pursed, panting slightly as if he had gone through a life-and-death struggle.But when he turned his eyes to the petri dish, a smile full of ambition and sure of victory returned to the face that always needed to be beaten to death.He solved the puzzle with a speed that would make professional detectives die of embarrassment.

Hum, born luminous body.Watson tried to delete the figure of Sherlock from his brain, and then he found that the hard disk settings were different, and he could not clear the "useless information" like consulting the detective.

"This tall, slender, somewhat neurotic consulting detective...he is a genius. He has no experience and experience, and he doesn't care about justice at all. He only desires to challenge and be challenged. This is a 'genius' through and through." As a goldfish Watson humiliated himself and sighed, "Why can't he be as mature and wise as in the original book?"

Dr. Lecter took over the conversation and said gently: "Do you know what a genius is, John? Although the ideas of your generation come from trumpet-like media propaganda and people who follow the crowd, I still want to hear your understanding." .”

"It's hard to say, doctor, I have to think about it." Watson's rough nerves began to filter effective information, "musicians are sensitive to sound and rhythm, painters are sensitive to color and lines, and consulting detectives are sensitive to clues and details... no Wrong, sharpness! Sharpness is the characteristic of genius!"

"Have a flash of light, little John? Although you don't read enough, you can indeed catch the tail of the truth occasionally. Sensitivity is the word. In the same world, geniuses can see the difference because of their keenness. Ordinary people are blank paper, geniuses are Litmus paper, their senses are too strong and too sensitive, so they can always find everything that ordinary people ignore."

"Are you boasting, Dr. Lecter?" Watson pursed his lips.

"Why not, little John?" The doctor shook his head slightly, as if throwing some unhappiness into the fireplace.The fire was burning fiercely, forming a light source that reflected each other with his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I used the wrong word. It's not boasting at all, it's, it's..." Watson murmured, "A man of real talent doesn't boast! Just as a bird doesn't boast to an ostrich that it can Fly, it will only confuse why ostriches can't fly... will be baffled that they are so different from ordinary people! He was born to see all colors, so he can't understand the omissions in color blind eyes. He is born to distinguish every note, so I can't understand the out-of-tune of the tone madness... Geniuses don't understand, it's so obvious, why can't you see it? It's so clear, why are you still troubled? It's so simple, why are you surprised? It's so natural, why can't you think? This is not pride, Conceit or boasting...it's... confusing!"

Scenes from the past exploded in front of Watson's eyes: Sherlock impatiently reduced Scotland Yard to nothing, Sherlock looked helplessly at the dumbfounded onlookers with the eyes of "you idiots", Sherlock heard Real surprise and awkward delight at roommate's compliment...

How confused and lonely Sherlock has been since childhood...

A trace of pain spread in the chest, like a drop of ink melting into the sea.

"You are indeed gifted, little John, and your understanding and breadth are astonishing—if I can be amazed at all. That's right, that's what genius is all about: sharpness confuses them, and confusion eludes them. Unless They figured something was wrong with them—the statistics show that very few geniuses do—”

"This is the root of his naivety and childishness... How distressed should he be when he doubts and cannot get an answer? How helpless should he be when he is struggling to find out what went wrong with him? When a falcon falls into a chicken coop, how does it face its distinctive fangs and claws, its instinct to fly, and the disgust, fear and rejection of chickens?" Watson murmured dreamily, "I'm sorry, Xia Locke..."

"I've already solved the riddle, Bruce, I'm ahead of you this time." The cat, immersed in joy, didn't seem to appreciate it, the corners of his mouth raised and his smile widened, "A simple insurance fraud case is too simple .The only thing worthy of credit in the case was the hapless talking-phone who was bombed—his nerves were almost as thick as my John's." His final voice was high, and even though he tried to hide it, his unnatural joy was still wavering A wave of spread makes it difficult for people to ignore it.

Watson's lyricism was interrupted without romance. He used an attitude of "I knew I shouldn't have any hope for him", put his hands on his hips and asked, "I know you enjoy it, Sherlock, and I know you can't." I will ask you with the reaction of a mortal... But can I trouble you to help me out, if one day my throat is cut and I am covered in blood on the streets of London, is it just a mind game for you? ? Would you rub your hands together, excited, reasoning at a speed that goldfish can't keep up with..."

Watson didn't continue talking, because he found that the consulting detective, who had never known surprise, was completely stunned. In an instant, he turned into an ice sculpture, standing stiffly behind a pile of expensive equipment, tongue-tied and at a loss—as if he was really looking at it. Like a cohabitant lying dead on the streets of London.

His calm and strong hands were trembling slightly, and his knees were not as stable as usual, as if the imagination of "cohabitants lying dead on the streets of London" overwhelmed him...

Sherlock and the glittering instruments formed a frozen snow storm.At this time, Bruce came out of the bat cave, pushed away the petrified kind, and logged in to the "Scientific Deduction" website with Sherlock's Apple computer, and quickly typed "Ian Monkford moved to Columbia", Simple and clear, no showing off, no showing off, no redundant words, completely Batman style.

The moment the enter key was pressed, the pink phone rang.

"The person suggested, you guys can come and save me. I'm on the street in central London, this is my first time in London, I'm sorry I can't give a specific location, I seem to be standing at a crossroads, and I saw Samsung LED advert, among a bunch of other adverts I don't recognize..."

"To shut up!"

"Ah, yes, sorry..."

"Before you resume your clumsy chatter, allow me to ask one last question: You, aren't you, a reporter from the Daily Planet, Kent?" Bruce's eyebrows were raised high, and it looked like he was about to smash through a wall.

"It sounds like you don't want me to answer 'yes' very much. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Wayne." The small town boy said nervously-snipers and bombs failed him to do this, "I have to Say I am Kent, Clark Kent..."