[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter41 Wronged Two

When Watson came to 221C for a meal with small grievances, he was frightened by the scene on the sofa in the living room:

The billion-dollar Brucey baby is in an extremely seductive posture, picking up the necklace on Clark's neck (although the word "Clark" should be quite incompatible with "necklace"), and pressing the other hand ambiguously on the small On the reporter's plump chest muscles... while the one being teased was flushed with a girlish heart, and remained motionless in response to the scene.

Before Watson could hastily apologize or run, Bruce instructed in a Batman-esque tone, "Come here, John, what do you think of Clark's necklace?"

"This is not an official setting." Watson, the stone statue of John Teddy Bear, answered kindly.

"Come and take a look at this necklace, John, and tell me what you think." Bruce's hand still maintained the posture of "pull the necklace" and "press the chest", "I need to collect enough information and intelligence."

Clark, who was gradually returning to his soul, tried to show his lost sense of humor: "I didn't expect you to be with John's roommate, Bruce."

"There are many more things you didn't expect." His hand on Clark's chest moved up slightly, and he vaguely covered the little reporter's mouth.

Clark rolled his eyes like he was choking, and Watson's sympathy was proudly poured out without money.

Under Bruce's Batman-like stern eyes, Watson forced his brain to start thinking wildly.

Then, Sherlock's extremely fast reasoning swept 221C in a storm: "The necklace is made of crystal, and it is likely to be closely related to the Castle of Solitude. The necklace and the ring are tightly sewn together, and the craftsmanship of the earth in the 21st century cannot reach it." At this level, the necklace is most likely brought from your world. The green ring is in the shape of a ring, and it just fits on Clark's left ring finger - by the way, the same size as Bruce's ring finger —and given that Clark doesn't have a romantic and wealthy suitor, the necklace's relationship to the Abnormal Human Research Center is possible."

"Has he always been so indifferent to others' feelings, I mean, 221C's omnipotent consulting detective?" Clark turned to Watson, and his heart broke and he called for help to his neighbors who were also victims.

"You have already understood, Clark, but for some reason he is more serious today, and he may have forgotten to take his medicine." Watson comforted Clark, who was becoming more and more girlish.

(Speaking of which, the superman with a girlish heart [even if he loses his superpower] is really a real man?)

Then ignoring the cohabitant who turned on the show-off mode, the victim of Sherlock's reasoning sat down on the sofa and said to Bruce, "Wait, why didn't you ask the person involved, Bruce? It shouldn't be based on the person's opinion." Is it the wisest choice?"

In Bruce's eyes, he said nakedly, "You can't expect Teddy's mind to make any decent reasoning", he spread his hands: "What can you take out of the amnesia patient's mouth, John? "

"Maybe...a tongue?" Watson dully ignored the little reporter's lowering head and Bruce's increasingly playful smile, "Or, why don't you study this necklace, for example... cut into pieces or something of?"

"Poor John, I regret that the technological level of this world is still at the point where slice research is required." Bruce turned the dial, and the projection of the internal molecular structure of the necklace flashed quickly, "The surface of the green ring is green diamonds, and the internal radiation tells We, the inner layer is made of green kryptonite."

A vague feeling of DIAO welled up in my heart: the rich rely on science and technology to draw hatred too much!

Wait, it seems that I heard some amazing vocabulary.

Green kryptonite?

Even though it is not a day or two for Watson's reasoning to be attacked by cohabitants, Teddy's little brain still firmly points to a possibility:

Clark's superpowers are gone.

Clark wears a kryptonite necklace.

Watson is not good at smelling, but this earth-shattering conclusion drifted into his mind along with the fragrant black tea brought by Alfred.

"Please have afternoon tea." Mr. Butler said with a smile, and the steaming and mellow aroma of black tea spread out with a whoosh.

Kryptonite overwhelms the Kryptonians' superpowers.

Clark didn't become weak and vulnerable?

The amount of kryptonite must be just right, just enough to make him lose his superpowers, but it's not that he can't take care of himself.

Clark's superpowers are still gradually awakening under the suppression of kryptonite. First, he has super hearing, and then he has uncontrollable thermal vision. Maybe he will be able to fly after going through a few more cases...

Does this imply a possibility——

"It turns out that you won't be limp and embarrassed by kryptonite like the big fool on Krypton?" Bruce stuffed the necklace into the neckline of the little reporter, and straightened his neckline casually. He was sure with one index finger I stretched into it, and slid gently between poor Clark's neck and collar, "Is it the influence of human genes, or the improvement of the replica? Or is there any other possibility?"

Watson covered his eyes bitterly.

A self-conscious playboy just moved his fingers almost imperceptibly, but Watson, the bystander, seemed to watch a two-hour super X-rated pornography.

What a huge visual impact!

The little reporter meekly endured everything his boss imposed on him, and retreated deeply into the sofa. His two plump, rosy lips trembled at a speed that Watson could not imitate, but he remained silent all the time.

He looked extremely wronged.

The pathetic, big-dog look of aggrievedness hit a button in Watson's mind, and it made him recall what had wronged him all morning.

This morning, he was following Sherlock's instructions to deal with a mysterious death in the wild, when he was suddenly taken away by a helicopter (needless to say, this must be the work of Mycroft Control Freak Holmes) and brought to the British Empire Heart, Buckingham Palace.

High domes, marble pillars, uncarpeted, milky tea-colored marble floors, crystal chandeliers and carpets with intricate patterns that induce dense phobias... Watson has not yet overcome the feeling of time travel that is as thick as peanut butter , to find Sherlock already there, wearing nothing but a sheet - including underwear, of course.

A roommate who slept with him every night, habitually treated him as a queen-sized pillow, and kissed him by mistake, was wrapped in a sheet and nestled on the most elegant champagne-colored sofa in the British Empire, naked Her feet were on the spotless rose-colored carpet, and her toes were wiggling flexibly.

A faint sense of bitterness lingered in his heart, circling around, and tended to become more and more entangled.

Sherlock looks like a statue (if you keep your mouth shut and your tongue out).

Sherlock is damn charming even if he doesn't shut up.

Good-looking, charming, intelligent, and sexy Sherlock Housemate Holmes is about to marry a man, a woman, a sexy, beautiful, equally intelligent, woman...

"Can you two be a little grown-up once in a while, just once?" Mycroft's hair was so close to Lex Luthor's head tilted to one side, his pointed hooked nose pointed straight at the ceiling like a saber, and for the first time he didn't Appears with an umbrella, "We're in Buckingham Palace, the heart of the entire British kingdom, Sherlock Holmes, put your pants on!"

...Actually, the brothers still care about each other, it's just that the way they express it is a bit unconventional.For example, Sherlock ridiculed his brother's weight, dental nerves and increasingly tall hairline, while Myrov always concluded that his brother's social skills, living skills and self-care ability are the number one in human society. disaster.

In fact, what McCrov said was right, self-care ability or something.

For example, Watson just disappeared for one morning, and his cohabitant refused to put on trousers at this time...

The author has something to say: this brow!

This look!Lively "I'm going to invade Afghanistan!"

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