[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 26 Weird Situation

"Given that 221B is already overcrowded, I strongly recommend you to move into 221C, Clark, at least the bedroom is still enough." Watson said with a heart full of holes that had been blasted by a rifle.

Abnormal Human Research Center, are you a god unfolding!

Clark Kent!

Amnesiac reporter!

Kryptonians who have lost their superpowers!

The Superman who is no longer invulnerable and has blood at his fingertips!

Are you fucking kidding me? !

The Planet Daily reporter who lost his memory and didn't know it, looked at the tenant of 221C carefully, weakly, pleadingly, and pitifully. His head covered with soft black hair was almost completely retracted into his shoulders. The aggrieved dog's drooping tail.

"I totally agree, dear John, I will never refuse to live in the same room with a beauty, even if this beauty's taste is really worrying." With a dark smile, the corners of his upturned mouth are like the wings of a butterfly and the frills of a rose, while the full lower lip is like a plump and round moon.The billionaire slid lightly towards his employees, and after bowing gracefully, he held up the opponent's hand politely and lazily—unexpectedly firm and smooth, hardly like what office workers and white-collar workers can have— — On the back of the hand whose pores and lines could not be seen clearly, a kiss and two words, "with pleasure."

Watson couldn't bear to look directly and covered his eyes.

——Such a simple and harmless etiquette, performed by a world-renowned playboy, is almost like... like stripping the poor little reporter and fucking him in front of everyone!What's more, shouldn't the look of "you look delicious" be exclusive to Dr. Lecter?

OhGod... My poor integrity... Accidentally lost all...?

"The balance of integrity is insufficient, please recharge as soon as possible."

"Huh?" Teddy was stunned.

"Remember me, dear Watson? Oh heh heh heh heh~ Don't give anyone clues like 'Clark Kent is Superman but he has lost his memory and has no superpowers'~even if he is the right one Neither can Batman~ Also, don’t mention Bruce’s identity as Batman to Superman~~~”

"Why?"

"It's fun to discover it by yourself, and it's worth remembering~ Okay, seeyounexttime, mydearJohn~"

The familiar fiery system sound seemed to sprinkle a lot of aphrodisiacs on Watson's half-erected heroism.

"Damn abnormal human research center! Damn system! Damn! Why! You answer me! You get back to me! See you in the grove at night! Let's talk about life!"

A room full of high IQs looked "Look, you are indeed a voter of the abnormal (accent) Human Research Center" eyes, and gave a deep staring salute to Rampage Teddy.

It wasn't until receiving a group text message from Bruce that Teddy's desire for heroism completely withered, softened, and calmed down.

[Forget Bruce's Batman identity, don't mention it to your new roommate - BY Abnormal Human Research Center.You must have received relevant information from the research center, I just want to confirm. 】

The smile attached to Bruce seems to say: Keke, you can't win the research center in terms of integrity, give up Teddy.

Teddy cried and ran away crying.

The second hand of the clock turned 720 degrees, and Watson, who had recovered to a normal state, changed his clothes and prepared to go downstairs.

"Where are you going, John?" Sherlock, who curled himself up comfortably on the sofa, turned around abruptly—Watson was worried about his companion's waist for a while——with impatience and disapproval He asked in a childish tone, "It's getting late!"

"I've been entrusted with an important task by the government again, Sherlock." Watson looked wearily at this consulting detective who was easier to deduce someone else's power-on password than to walk two steps away from the sofa, "Since you refused to accept the call."

"Stay here, John, don't go out. I don't know what to do without my blogger by my side," he said in a haughty and menacing tone, "Bombardier, blast, time can't be done Just obliterate... such an interesting game, don't you have the heart to miss it?"

"But your elder brother assigned a task! This task should have been completed by you!"

"Don't bother with that spy chief with receding hairline and necrotic teeth." Sherlock raised his nose and slightly stretched out a hand, as if a proud cat slightly stretched out his claws, graciously allowing humans to stroke it like.

Don't you think it's shameful to be cute?You are the only consulting detective in the world, the peer of the greatest detective Batman, the highest adjudicative body of detectives, the younger brother of the British government, and the omnipotent Sherlock Holmes!

In the final result, Watson held the thick and slender hand willingly and erratically, like a cat slave.

Sherlock's hand clasped Watson's hand tightly, and he didn't let go until he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Alfred went upstairs to announce that breakfast will be held at 221C.

"When the game is over and I can catch my breath, I must learn how to make cookies from you, Aff." Watson went downstairs full of energy, and then murmured the rest of the words, "By the way, feed my A cat with an insatiable appetite for sweets."

"I don't trust that Scottish countryman's cooking skills." Sherlock took off his pajamas slowly—as if deliberately procrastinating, the slowness was disturbing, and Watson wanted to help him—and put on his cohabitant. After ironing the coat, he said sullenly, "The worst thing the British do is cook and have sex."

……

The style of painting is wrong, what the fuck!

Watson didn't contradict, didn't sarcasm, didn't mock Sherlock the virgin Sherlock Holmes for making such a constructive point, but...

"I'm British too, Sherlock!" He was anxious to get rid of his anger.

"I know, you're an exception out of the curse, John of the Three Continents." For some reason, Sherlock seemed obviously a little unhappy.

"Your understanding is really a bright light in the middle of the night." The still bright spring sunshine outside the house coated Watson's gray-blonde hair with a layer of pure gold.

In the dining room at 221C, there are toast slices on warm plates, five soufflés that make your mouth water when you look at them, five plates of golden poached eggs, and five cups of Watson’s. Drinks with unidentifiable brands.Fragrant coffee and black tea are also ready early.

Watson embraced Mr. Steward excitedly, and raised his voice to the roof and said, "Thank you, Alfred! Ah, what a meal! What a day!"

Finally, I can temporarily get rid of the identity of John Sherlock's exclusive full-time nanny Watson!Even if it's only for one meal!

"Beep, beep, beep."

"It could be anyone." Sherlock looked down at the phone, and the beautifully shaped curls on his forehead flicked slightly.

"Occasionally it feels good to know more than Sherlock Holmes." A large amount of air was compressed into his lungs, and Watson pulled out his chair and walked towards the high-tech TV that highlighted Bruce Wayne's taste, uncontrollably elated Eyebrows, "Even if it's just elementary school knowledge like 'the earth revolves around the sun'."

When the blond and fat woman who was exactly the same as in the photo was chatting endlessly on the TV, an old, tired, and frightened voice came from the pink mobile phone: "The target this time...is a little...disabled, sorry, she It's a blind man..."

"Why are you doing this?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Watson vaguely felt that there was something unusual in the voice of the cohabitant's question this time.

"I like... to watch you... dance."

His inorganic face froze at this moment, and under the deep double eyelids, the light green eyes flashed with the aggressive light of a big cat.Watson could almost see the blue veins snaking around his pale plaster-like neck.

"God! A blind old man! Who would do such a thing!" The little reporter jumped up and staggered clumsily - the super rich man sitting next to him stabilized his screaming and swaying chair with one hand - black Glasses crumbling, he said with genuine indignation, and grabbed his jacket and left 221C to report to the London bureau of the Daily Planet.

Before Bruce could crack a joke, his colleague slammed the phone away—like a gorgeous, cold, slimy snake that was wrapping around his wrist, trying to give him a bite.The boy, who only cares about intellectual games, said to the host sitting on the other side of the dining table in a flat tone and at the usual speed: "A central and southern Scottish accent, blind old people usually don't travel long distances to move, her position is very good. Maybe it's in Yorkshire, south-central Scotland, so I don't need to pretend I'm a goldfish and go on and on?"

Those same kind of eyes stared silently at his talented and willful counterpart, and the second hand of the clock moved only an insignificant five degrees.

"Thank you, Sherlock." He took off the mask of Playboy and Batman, a complete, pure Bruce Wayne, showing a complete, pure smile, as if afraid of waking up and breaking something. explain.

The clock gave way, and Bruce stepped into the Batcave.

Despite his soft and comfortable house clothes, Watson could still see the fluttering of black shadows.

He will continue to fight violence with violence, and terror with terror.

This is the only battle of Batman's life in countless parallel universes, allowing him to sink in darkness while granting redemption.

Teddy, who had been doing art for a long time, touched his head, and he was sure of one thing.

That is, poor little Jim is going to be in trouble.

The author has something to say: Today’s picture is dedicated to Maggie, and the picture is from Weibo~

By the way, some pictures of Brother Mai are really handsome and drool--as long as you don't think about his little belly...

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