[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 27 Playing Bad Plot

Working with Sherlock Holmes is not an easy job.His confusion is often labeled as "arrogant", and his reasoning makes people who don't know him mistake him for showing off and bragging.In fact, the last thing Sherlock cares about is fame and fortune, and he doesn't even care much about justice (at least for now).

And for Sherlock's fans—especially female fans, the number increases positively with the surge in hits on Watson's blog—Sherlock is as handsome as an idol star (even if his face looks like a certain An animal much loved by the British, less handsome than ... alien?), all his waywardness, meanness and wantonness are evidence that he is different and exceptional.

"It's hard for me to determine whether you lack observation or judgment, John, or to be more precise, your teddy bear-like eyes are just a decoration, and you were born without the ability to distinguish the same from the different, right?"

You see, Watson's cohabitant began to spray poison on him persistently again, even when facing the corpse of a naked and fat woman who had been dead for two days, he refused to slack off in the slightest.

Intellectual superiority that makes what mortals easily overlook are as obvious to Sherlock as right under his nose - he's a genius, he's a different species, he can't see why they're the same Two eyes, but blind to such obvious evidence, are like birds looking at goldfish wagging their heads and tails in the water, and being puzzled by their refusal to fly.

Despite racking his brains to do psychological construction, Watson occasionally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

"In this world where the weak prey on the strong and there are fangs and claws everywhere, you, with such a low EQ, are still alive..."

"Because I'm the smarter one." The handsome nose lifted from the corpse and the portable magnifying glass, and a pair of radiant cat eyes sparkled.The black pupils contracted and dilated, and the dense black eyelashes fanned a delicate breeze...

Teddy's anger dissipated just like that, like a grain of sand being carried away by the wind, like a drop of water disappearing into the water.

Perhaps, he couldn't really be angry with Sherlock at all.

Therefore, Watson had no choice but to resign himself to his fate, as a summary of this dispute: "You are right, Sherlock, there is no limit to a person's IQ and EQ, whether it is an upper limit or a lower limit."

Everything went very smoothly according to plan.

Of course, the plot also derailed.

For example, about ten hours later, a bomb capable of penetrating twelve floors was defused from an old flat in Glasgow (the victim who was strapped to the bomb stated that she heard no sound, as if the detonation bomb was a Ghost), five snipers were tied up and thrown at the gate of the local police station.

When the police tried to interrogate according to the usual practice, the group of foaming poor people rolled their eyes one by one and muttered "monster, monster..." upside down.

Of course, this part of the thrilling plot is unknown to ordinary people. Thanks to the British government's hands and eyes, Bruce's identity needs to be kept secret.

Although he stepped into the game of Sherlock and the Bomber on his own initiative, drastically modified the game program, and challenged the game's designer and operator...

Who called him Batman.

Our poor and cute little Jim was enjoying the passionate dance of sexy, and suddenly found that the camera monitoring Glasgow was destroyed by someone, and it only lasted for five seconds.

Five seconds later, little Jim understood a truth that had troubled him for many years.

He finally knew why Voldemort, described by JK Rowling, favored Cruciatus so much.

Light a row of candles for you, poor little Jim, although as a consulting criminal, you are omnipotent in the world, but for the old man Bruce, the level of technology is so low!

If you have to delve deeper, there will be more places where the plot is spoiled.

For example, when they went to Vauxhall Arch to track down the killer, the three-meter-tall Mudman, after wrapping up the bizarre death of the beauty show host.

They passed a dirty and dilapidated alley. The tall buildings on both sides blocked almost the entire sky, leaving only a narrow gap, which made people feel like they were in a gutter, but when they looked up, they could see everything. , full of stars.

Stay away from the brightly lit, light-polluted, blue, bright, watery, diamond-like, twinkling stars.

"Beautiful, isn'tit?" Sherlock put one hand in his pocket, and put his other leather-gloved hand on the button of his coat, his voice was low and intoxicating like a starry sky, "Oscar Wilde said, 'We're all in the gutter, but there are still people looking up at the stars.'”

"I thought your literary knowledge was zero." Watson quickly debunked him, and said with a teasing smile, "This is simply the greatest leap in human history since apes walked upright!"

The high-functioning sociopath who can't save himself has to retort less convincingly: "It doesn't mean I can't appreciate them. This way."

"The most beautiful place in the city." Watson almost sighed, "make me feel alive."

"With me?"

"Ohyes...you make me feel...alive."

It must be because the starry night sky is so beautiful, John Watson, former special soldier, former military doctor, would not say such literary and refreshing words!

Then, his hand, also wearing a leather glove, was taken.

Through the two layers of cortex, Watson could touch the other's softness and temperature.

So much so that he didn't want to remember afterwards that the clay figurine was captured alive with the help of Batman.

What I don't even want to think about is Batman's usual cold sarcasm: "Are you here for a date to show your affection? Clay figurines are not qualified audiences."

"But Vauxhall Arch is a good place, beautiful, quiet and stimulating." Sherlock retorted not to be outdone—maybe he was just trying to stop talking, but the cohabitant beside him had become John Hong Apple Watson.

Although they are always identified as a couple all the time (Watson has long since given up refuting that it is useless anyway, the whole world is doing it), but... Sherlock, how did you give up "Silence is golden" this time? , The principle of "blocking everything"? !

The author has something to say: youmakemefeel...alive. You make me feel alive~ Everyone understands~

In the second semester of junior year, there is a lot of pressure on schoolwork--I have to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination QAQ