[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 25 Master's Diary

Like the psychopaths in Gotham Arkham, Bombardier's cognition of the world obviously has a lot of problems, but he always gives up taking medicine, and even firmly refuses treatment.

The specific performance is too much to bear to look at.

For example, Bombardier repeatedly claims that he and the world's only consulting detective are a match made in heaven, which makes me slightly disappointed in his IQ: there is no more thought-provoking cosmic joke than this, when you witness 221B After the undercurrent of cohabiting roommates surged.

Of course, to a certain extent, Bombardier and Sherlock Holmes are indeed strikingly similar: one is keen on solving puzzles and solving cases, the other is responsible for making troubles. In other words, it is a typical "love and kill each other".

But I have to light the wax for him with pity, after all, little Sherlock Holmes already has his soul mate (even though they don't know anything about it), they are truly compatible, they can make each other complete, they are each other's lost other half.

As for the little game Bombardier uses to show his love... Well, the game between him and Holmes is "Come if you dare", just like being in a luxurious casino in Las Vegas, the two pointing fingers, yelling, drinking, etc. After spending a lot of money, each side wins and loses in several rounds but cannot win a decisive victory. In the end, one party can't bear it anymore and "hula la" pushes all his chips, and the other party can only take his own life to accompany him to the end—oh, for this The world lights a candle, no, it's better to light a row.

Bombardier wants to have a good time, and also wants to drag his opponents to retreat and break the boat, and the reason is beyond my scope of thinking-Batman is only responsible for creating terror, fighting evil, and at the same time fighting with those stubborn guys. Share your awareness of pain.As for the twisted mind and the treacherous spiritual world of Poland, Dr. Lecter enjoys it.

The doctor is a person who really knows how to enjoy.

In this doomed courtship, I rescued a Cornish woman from the bombardiers, and then a country boy from small town America, who happened to be a familiar face - Clark Kent , who had interviewed his boss's boss's boss... his immediate boss, Bruce Wayne, on behalf of the Daily Planet.

Although I don't quite understand why the reporter who came to interview was the current affairs reporter instead of the entertainment editor.

Well, right now, the familiar big man is standing in front of his boss.

Old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses as always, loose and ill-fitting light-colored suit, cramped neck and back, trying to hide his six-foot-three-inch bulk inconspicuously-it seems that he will never learn to be correct in his life Color matching and heads held high.

The presence of familiar faces lifted my mood a little bit—even though our interviews ended badly several times.

Before the ex-military doctor stopped him, little Sherlock Holmes revealed the origin of the little reporter's identity in a mess with extraordinary speed, and then suffered domestic violence from Teddy as usual.

John knew the small-town boy as well as he knew the Gotham playboy, only his reaction was as grotesque as a conspiracy: the doctor felt for the reporter's pulse, pinched his skin—and left A deep nail print that oozes a bit of blood—then it opens its mouth bewilderingly, as if it could swallow the Milky Way whole, while my employee tilts his head in a useless stupefaction.

More than 97% of John Watson's abnormal performance may be due to a major discrepancy between Clark's character settings and his memory, which remains to be investigated.

"Letting the little reporter from Kansas bleed seems like a feat worthy of the Nobel Prize in Medicine to you?" Little Holmes frowned slightly, completely ignorant of politeness.

John maintained the posture of swallowing eggs for a long time, and then he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish out of water and said, "You're right, Sherlock, I'm considering writing a paper."

"Please, John, stop insulting your IQ." My colleague who deleted "Emotional Intelligence" from his hard drive stroked his hair, as if he wanted to shake off all negative emotions, "Boring guy, it's not worth it." You're wasting your time on him."

"Be polite, Sherlock, be polite!" John's eyes were wide open, and he looked at him fiercely - or tried to look at him fiercely, "Besides, I'm just a goldfish, Sherlock, you can't always make things difficult for my IQ."

"No, you're a Teddy."

Oh my god, as long as I have eyes, I can't ignore the undercurrent among my neighbors-pink.Everyone is wondering when they will get married, but they don't realize it.

"Lost, little reporter?" I shifted my gaze, skillfully put on the mask of a playboy, and asked in a lazy, low-energy voice, "Where are you going to slip, and which big man will be lucky enough to be interviewed by a big reporter?"

"Renting a house, not an interview, Mr. Wayne." The boy in the small town kept holding his glasses, which was a comforting gesture when he was nervous.

"It seems that I'd better give you a ride, so as not to be wandering around the streets at a loss, and then being targeted by criminals with unrelenting intentions, what do you think, Clark Xiaoluchi Kent? You definitely don't want to do it again Are you forced to repeat those hot and provocative sentences? We are made for each other, we are each other's other half..." The chatter mode is easily turned on in Brucey's baby state.I subconsciously slowed down to make my voice softer, deeper and more in control, and my staff's reaction was completely predictable.

"No, of course not..." The little reporter's cheeks were bloodshot, and his neck receded desperately, as if someone had hit his head with a sledgehammer at high frequency, "Thank you...thank you for your... care, Mr. Wayne. "

"It's too unreasonable, Clark." I put my toes on my toes and walked lightly, allowing myself to approach slowly.My voice was aggrieved, self-willed and frivolous, which made me quite satisfied, "Does the word 'Bruce' stain your lovely lips that can always spit out sharp words?"

"No...B...Bruce, I mean, I can't thank you enough for your kindness. 221B Baker Street, thank you, I'm going to rent a room at 221B Baker Street." Before the words finished, Afu smiled knowingly, decently He opened the car door, and the small-town boy sat in clumsily, holding on to the glasses that had almost slipped and were incompatible with urban fashion, and said.

Well, even though I think my chin is straight and firm, I finally consider changing to a titanium alloy.

——This stupid, naive, naive guy...how does he look like a genius?

Maybe it was because my thinking activity was so intense that I made a movement. The reporter pulled the cheap tie that had completely failed in color matching, and murmured uncertainly: "Knowledge reserve, memory and typing speed?"

Oh, Abnormal Human Research Center, how, how, how much I miss that Kryptonian illegal immigrant who at least has some superpowers that can barely be used.

"What did the research center exchange with you, Clark?" John was the first to recover from the shock (more than 94.3% may have benefited from his rough nerves), "The happiness and well-being of his parents?" Little Holmes asked. Tapping John's arm idly - oh, in Morse code, I-am-bored-

"Would you look at me like an idiot if I said I don't remember at all?" My employee's watery, docile blue eyes, covered by Grandma Merlin's glasses, looked straight at me like a Please don't abandon the big dogs, I can even detect the presence of fluffy metronomes.

"I'll try not to." I said in a frivolous and sarcastic tone, in front of John, "I haven't seen you for half a year, and your IQ really hasn't improved, my dear exclusive reporter."

The small town boy shrank back in his seat, it was hard enough for a guy of his size to hide himself.

And my mood expands and expands happily.

Clark huddled in the car, as if the spaciousness was purely decorative.John had a great time chatting with him, and Little Holmes had a stern face, as if the world owed him a secondary school look (this is a fresh and interesting online vocabulary, and keeping up with the times is a must for Bruce and Batman Skill).

When the car full of abnormal humans safely arrived at 221B (I'm glad the world is still peaceful along the way), John was the fastest.

He took down the sign that said "The kitchen is important, Sherlock and aliens are not allowed to enter", and winked at this line of words.

Given that little Sherlock Holmes behaved as always, the reason for John's behavior must be closely related to this town visitor.

Aliens, aliens... Could it be that there is another alien stowaway hiding in Metropolis besides the big stupid juggler in the gaudy leotard?And this extraterrestrial visitor has been quietly lurking in my private property for several years?

No, there is no guy in the world who is less alien than Clark. He is clumsy, stupid, shy, and bleeds... wait, Kryptonians are not representative of aliens, not all aliens Humans are rescue dogs with invulnerability and evasion value of 0.Well, you can stop thinking about Kyle-El, Batman.

I pushed Clark onto the couch and quietly spilled a drop of his blood.

Nothing can fool Batman, even if he doesn't have Kryptonian super vision.Everything will come to light soon.

The author has something to say: The loyal alien dog came out after a thousand calls, and it turned out...a superman with amnesia and superpowers--

This article assumes that before the master and the reporter were sent over, they had already partnered as "Batman" and "Superman". The reporter also interviewed the chairman of the Wayne Group, but they had no clue about each other's other identities for the time being. known.

I feel that the master is easy to attack-could it be that Clark can't suppress the master without the aura of Superman?

so cute~