[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 37 Master's Diary

John and Sherlock have been getting along awkwardly recently, so as a neighbor and a member of the alliance, I can't help but feel anxious and sigh for them.

Out of consideration for the unity within the Genius Alliance, I had an in-depth discussion with John once or twice about his strange interactions with his cohabitants recently.

Under my teaching and persecution, John finally used his brain as big as a teddy bear and as quiet as he was to carry out some inductive deduction and conclusion, which is an insult to the word "rigorous", and finally came to the conclusion A fruitless conclusion: John's already dysfunctional roommate, since pool night, seems to be getting more and more dysfunctional...

This made John's British good roommate, Watson, seriously doubt whether Sherlock, who regards unreasonable playing cards as common sense, is doing some cheating experiments again, similar to locking him in a dark laboratory or something .

(Bold mark: After investigation, as of the completion of the diary, Sherlock did not make the move of "locking the cohabitant in a dark laboratory", pending further investigation)

I know what's bothering John—they're stuck to the ex-military doctor's forehead like super glue, and anyone with normal vision can spot them without stress.

For example, when they took a taxi, Sherlock would turn into a feline with a sense of territory, occupying the entire space of the rear compartment in a big way, so that John had to cling to the thigh of his cohabitant;

For example, the traditional distance of walking side by side is narrowed intentionally or unintentionally by Sherlock. The former military doctor's shoulder will bump into the detective's arm, and the consulting detective's hand will even rub against the doctor's waist;

For example, Sherlock, who is completely opposite to the aura of the kitchen, even started to learn how to make tea and coffee one day (without adding unconventional ingredients such as eyeballs) - the technique is professional enough to make professionals unemployed - as for the taste... John said that he really couldn't bear to mention and recall;

For example, when John Nanny Watson prepared food in the kitchen, blogged in the living room, and reviewed the bills in the armchair, Sherlock often stood behind him without a sound-moving as still as a statue, his footsteps Lighter than a cat - this made Watson who was frightened several times had to persuade him: "At least make some noise, Sherlock, don't try to cosplay the ghost Piao or something, I don't want to see the only one in the world Consulting detective scared his cohabitant into a heart attack."

"Your heart is obviously healthy, John, you can tell by the heartbeat." Sherlock murmured softly.

I'm sure that Little John's heart, which was beating steadily in his chest, seems to be a little arrhythmic.

Abnormal Human Research Center is up!You have been tempting each other for a long time, one is rough and the other is arrogant, everyone is worried about them.

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John Watson isn't the only one with me who is rough-headed.

The large western American dog who swept the swimming pool with his eyes, destroyed several equipment of 221B, and finally let 221C go, is a leader and representative.

After receiving a friendly reminder from Dr. Lecter, the Batmobile was also sent up by Afu.I stepped on the motorcycle, patted the back seat calmly, and signaled the innocent little reporter to sit up—a blush like a burning cloud covered the entire face in an instant, like a drop of oil seeping and spreading on white paper.

What a bloody innocence.

I was riding a motorcycle on the street at high speed, and Clark whimpered and howled when he was bumped up and down—like a family dog ​​who was bullied by his master but never left him.

When the motorcycle was crawling on a long ladder, the poor little reporter finally put his arms around my waist and complained in an unsteady voice: "My ass...is going to fall apart..."

"Where's your neighbor love, Clark? John and Sherlock are having their first real crisis in their lives, and you're whining about your ass in the backseat?" I teased.

Clark let out a low groan from the depths of his throat, and hugged my waist speechlessly.

This made me feel inexplicably happy.

The pleasure lasted until the bombardier informed that his men had captured and restrained Clark.

Clumsy and gigantic, with no power to restrain a chicken, more than enough to accomplish and more to reveal, the Clark Meat Mat Kent who immediately became a hostage...

Although I have sufficient records, the records are more than enough to deal with ten bombardiers—but at this moment, an inexplicable fear swept through my whole body—I felt cold all over my body, like falling into an ice cellar...

Gun, two shots, mother screaming, pearl necklace, red...red...blood...

I shook my head hard, no, this isn't Gotham, this isn't the alley where Bruce's parents were shot, and Bruce Wayne isn't that terrified eight year old...

Here is Batman who knows fear, masters it, and uses it to his advantage.

"Sure enough, you can't have too high expectations for a good-for-nothing reporter with a dodge value of 0." I said calmly, with a calm and smooth voice, without any uncontrollable tremors or fluctuations.

Until Clark awakened the heat vision, melting the public property and private property in the swimming pool into balls and pieces regardless of each other.

Bruce Wayne, you self-proclaimed smart egomaniac!The exact same appearance features don't make you have the slightest association of learning.

Clark Kent is by no means as simple as a little reporter from the Daily Planet.

His ability to heal quickly, his super hearing in flashes of inspiration (he heard John's cries for help), his genetic makeup 50% similar to humans...

All evidence points to only two hypotheses: he's either an unsuccessful clone of Kay-El, or he's the son of the big fool.

This made me start recalling irrepressibly.

I met that aesthetically distorted alien rescue dog for the first time in a state of mutual dislike and lack of trust.

"When will you leave the earth, the acrobat who rescued the kitten from the tree in the metropolis and then went to New York to retrieve the rag doll for the little girl?" I hid in the dark night of Gotham, hidden in the shell of Batman, Staring at Superman floating above Gotham.

"I don't do acrobatics, Batman," said Superman, crossing his arms angrily.

This big guy in tights is strong, really, really strong, which is the first impression most people have.His body is his weapon, a group of steel-like muscles undulating under the blue fabric of Krypton, perhaps they are simply large pieces of steel, or some high-strength material beyond the earth's technology.

This guy called Superman hardly looks like a human, but is more of a humanoid machine. He was sent to the earth for the purpose of exploring the origins of human beings.

Super speed, super strength, flying ability, heat vision, X sight, frozen air, regeneration... perfect smile, perfect character... he is too perfect and powerful existence, it is easy to think of a controller and Guardians of the gods of Olympus.

"I'm not a dictator, Batman, don't make yourself nervous like Lex Luthor in Metropolis." Superman smiled, sweet and lovely, gentle and sincere, "I just want to help people in trouble .”

"Then you coddle people into beings who forget even the most basic self-help, and only shout 'Superman help' when they are in danger." My cold and dry answer is an unmistakable tone, "Gotham is my territory, Your help is not needed here, Alien Rescue Dog."

The big blue man floating in the air snorted softly, squinted his eyes and inspected me, I smiled in a low voice, flicked the bullet cover lightly, and threw ridicule on the flawless wax face: "Superman's X-sight can't see through lead, reports Daily Planet's Louis Lane."

Superman smiled back, showing a pair of childish dimples, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth cast a small shadow in the night. He changed to a more gentle and "Superman" way, trying to persuade me: "I am not The enemy of mankind will not be your enemy."

"You can't be sure."

"I can." His red cloak floated closer.

"So far, you haven't given any reassuring proof." I also pulled myself slightly out of the shadow of the eaves, and said aggressively.

"And Batman happens to be a pessimistic guy, so he can't be relieved no matter what." Superman shook his head, an S-shaped curly hair matching the S on his chest, "Forgive me for speaking directly, although black and You fit perfectly, but you don't have to get all black and look like you've been sprayed by a giant octopus."

"My gear wasn't designed for you, S." My voice was gritty and husky, which I was very pleased with.

The big blue man chattered unconsciously, blinking his sapphire eyes, with a persuasive and convincing innocence: "I think you will be more comfortable and trustworthy in lighter colors, bat Xia, trust me! Are you really not going to change?"

"Superman needs to be comfortable and trustworthy, and I'm sure you know I'm Batman." I couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at him.

This M-attributed alien actually widened his smile. He drifted closer and closer, looking directly at me with calm, gentle, beautiful and charming blue eyes.His blue eyes are indeed beautiful, as beautiful as two sapphires, alien sapphires, as beautiful as artificially synthesized inorganic objects.I suspect that if you peel off the bright iris, you might be able to find detailed machinery, wires and gears...

"At least I understand one thing." The big blue man folded his arms and dropped his toes, more graceful than the prima ballerina of the Russian Opera, "Batman won't try to catch me and throw me into the laboratory for dissection .”

The author has something to say: I decided to come to a blind newspaper office today!Ladies!

It is said that the update on March 3 was in the wrong order when the article was published in chapter 18~...