[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 3 Attack on Maggie

This narrow-faced, high-cheekboned, sultry-looking guy with azure eyes, with an attitude of "I'm just trying to die", offended everyone who could be offended. After getting into the protective suit... He followed his usual style, with his toes high and his windbreaker fluttering, and he came to the side of the pink female corpse.

Then turn 360 degrees to shake off the coat, swipe and pull out the magnifying glass, completely forgetting about others.

Hua angrily followed behind him, really wanting to tell Sherlock the Tsundere Curly cat Sherlock Holmes that he will kill you on behalf of the goldfish one day.

But the reality is that Watson can only stare blankly at Sherlock, who is chasing prey like a beast, not letting go of any clues, and by the way, completely resigns to his own IQ and his EQ.

Even after Sherlock uttered all the discoveries he thought were "obvious" with endless reasoning and without punctuation, Watson couldn't help admiring and amazed.

Obviously, the bear child's admiration for his companions is very useful.

Damn it!Obviously the truth is in Sherlock's mind, but he still needs to draw strength from his companion's dullness and praise!

After beating people with an ear-drum overloading speed, the consulting detective sent an emoticon of "if you continue to overdraw your already owed IQ in this way, the IQ bank will go bankrupt before Christmas", and then flew away Looking for the missing box.

The abandoned Teddy had no choice but to stagger, wobble, drag his stiff legs, and went downstairs alone.

When heading towards the main road, a warning bell rang from a public phone booth...

This malicious and abnormal human research center must think that Sherlock is not enough to block him, so he forcefully opened the door of drama (earth) love (hell) and released another Sherlock Holmes.

The same well-tailored plaid and striped suit, red Windsor knot silk tie, perfect tie dimples, exquisite tie clips, and even a bag chain hanging from the buttons of the suit... His face has a more haughty and insightful look , an aura that is even more exclusive than Sherlock, a smirk that makes people tremble even better than his younger brother... His standing posture with his right leg bent and his toes pointing to the ground, and the movement of his chin making his hairline The line is more catchy.

Sherlock Holmes is indeed a surname that is good at leaving psychological shadows and cognitive obstacles on people from all walks of life.

The man stood in a leisurely posture, every cell was declaring "I'm hanging on like this, you can't see it", nodding to Watson in a seemingly polite but arrogant way.

Ignoring Mycroft's plump, chubby belly hidden in his suit...he's really a good candidate for the role of the devil.

"Haveaseat, John." Mycroft waved his umbrella as if to say "hand out your arms."

Watson couldn't help imagining the possibility of a wand hidden in the umbrella.

Stop, stop, "Sherlock" is extremely scary, but it is really not a magical work.

"You don't look too scared." Mycroft looked up, causing his hairline to recede even more.

"I have no conflict of interest with you." Watson tried to stretch his rough nerves so that he would not look too loose.

"You're a little smarter than I thought, Dr. Watson, just a little bit." This was obviously the highest compliment McGonagall could bestow on a goldfish, and his chin lifted slightly again, "What is the relationship between Sherlock Holmes and Your Excellency?" ?”

This dead duck-mouthed younger brother...

"The relationship between oppressed and oppressed, enslaved and enslaved, tortured and tortured, these are the conclusions I came to in less than three hours with him."

"You just became roommates at seven o'clock tonight, and you will start investigating the case together in half an hour. Shouldn't it be time to announce that good things are coming at the weekend?"

"God is above!" Watson couldn't help but rubbed his temple with his left hand - he wanted to cover his chest, cosplay Mrs. Bennet in "Pride and Prejudice", and say "my poor nerve".

"Do you want to continue your relationship with Sherlock Holmes?" Mycroft raised his chin and said arrogantly with an undiminished smile.

"I have to do this..." Watson tilted his head and made a dying expression, "Also, please don't use suggestive and misleading language..."

When the British government asked him to monitor Sherlock and hinted that he would pay him a huge commission, Watson couldn't laugh or cry, and said earnestly: "I beg you, sir, don't play tricks on me like a goldfish—" —Fish also have dignity! Think about it, since you can spy on me in a telephone booth, the whole of London cannot escape your surveillance! As long as you want, there is no information that you can’t get, why bother to test me? Of course, I can agree to your proposal, as long as you allow me to share the reward with Sherlock."

"Oh~~~interesting..." Mycroft made the ending sound extremely playful, which successfully made Watson's soft hairs stand upright like chicken blood.

Sherlock's classic text messages of "it's convenient", "it's inconvenient", and "may be dangerous" followed one after another. He shrugged helplessly, smiled at McCrov and said, "I'm sorry, I want to Going back to 221B Baker Street and going through fire and water."

"Obviously someone has warned you to stay away from Sherlock Holmes, but I can tell from your left hand that's not going to happen. Fire your therapist, she's all wrong, because you've never been bothered by the war—and I am very much missed. If you don't mind, I can refer you to a better psychotherapist, who flew to London from the United States last month. Ah, and more importantly, welcome back, Dr. Watson."

Compared with this mystifying and controlling elder brother, my younger brother is much cuter!Isn't it just a bit of a willful tongue? QAQ...

Cough cough, calm down, calm down!You are a warrior, Watson, and you will soon return to your own field.

You're a fighter, and you can be as strong as you want to be.

He went back to the single room in the hotel where he hadn't checked out, and took out his gun from the drawer—not since leaving Afghanistan, no, not since getting headshot in the line of duty.He inserted the Browning pistol into the slide on the back of his ass, as quickly as he was consulting a detective's logically fast-paced reasoning.Then he turned on his crimson laptop, and on Dr. Watson's personal blog, wrote a complaint letter full of grief and indignation.

To: Complaints and Events Handling Office of the Special Physique Sub-center of Abnormal Human Research Center

By: John Hamish Watson, 221B Baker Street, Westminster Borough, City of London, Commonwealth

Dear person in charge:

Hello!I am very grateful that after being headshot, I can still receive the generous sponsorship of your research center. I am so grateful.

Please don't get me wrong, this is not a thank you letter.As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall (although you can’t get there). As an experiencer who is very honored to be selected by your research center (or it may be called another name, such as a player), I have a lot of confidence in your center’s credibility and reliability. And the level of service is very little known.However, after eight hours of 3D experience, I have to say that I was so heartbroken and burst into tears because of the special favor of your center.

I don't know what principles your research center adheres to when selecting research objects and conducting research, but I know one thing very well: if I can survive the shadow of Sherlock Holmes, after being tortured by human limbs and various If 221B Baker Street, surrounded by poisonous agents, survives, then all the strange characters in novels and film and television works will no longer be challenging for me.

I wish the Abnormal Human Research Center a prosperous population and a wealth of financial resources.

O, X, 2009

Then he deleted the blog post, and with the attitude and mood of going to the battlefield, he embarked on the road of no return to 221B Baker Street.