[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 52 Attack on Sweetheart

Collecting tips for performing songs and dances in a bar is obviously a trivial matter like drinking water and eating. It is so common that it is completely unworthy like "Sherlock made Scotland Yard lose face again today" and "Bruce molested the little reporter again today". No fuss, even if the person who sent the song and dance to London is an American sweetheart with red lips, white teeth, slender waist, big buttocks and big chest muscles.But at this moment, in Watson's heart, there is a cat named "Shame", which is constantly making troubles, making him restless.

"Stop squeezing the sofa with your butt, John." Sherlock's arm moved forward slightly, whether it was intentional or unintentional, his thin, slender but firm arm gently touched the cohabitant's waist.

In a bar full of music, sweat, alcohol and hormones, Sherlock is like a sharp steel knife hidden in his sleeve.His three-piece suit tightly wraps his slender body, abstinence and indulgence, the aggression of a large predator, from his sparkling eyes, from his smoothly moving arms, and from his unbuttoned eyes. There are strands of hair coming out from the neckline.

Watson felt that he was being watched by ferocious beasts, and he had to seize the last chance to escape, or he would be ripped apart...

Before his brain and body could react, Sherlock suddenly took the initiative to break the tense atmosphere, covering it with a layer of dreamlike ambiguity.He leaned close to his cohabitant's ear and said in a magnetic voice like a subwoofer: "I know you're looking at that American song and dance singer, John. You think he'll either put on a military uniform to serve his country, or put on a colorful tights to save the world." , anyway, not in a bar, relying on hormones to earn negligible tips. He's like a big piece of cream cake, you see, those men and women who are controlled by hormones can't wait to stick out their tongues and take a big bite."

It's completely meaningless chatter, but Sherlock just has a way of attaching a special meaning to every word, a special meaning to Watson alone.

Watson didn't even know when Sherlock mastered the normal human skill of "chatting" and used it with proficiency.

"It's not insignificant at all, Sherlock! Did you see that one hundred pound note?" Watson couldn't grasp the point. He felt his brain was immersed in a drowsy cotton candy, and he couldn't even be sure what he said. .

He must stay away from Sherlock Dangerous Holmes, otherwise...

The former military doctor squeezed into the crowd on the third and outer floors with a pace comparable to that of the National Day military parade, intending to follow the crowd to watch this moving American cream cake.

He noticed a stocky, crew-cut black man with a large package on his back and a round red and blue shield in his hand, putting away the tip America's Sweetheart had gotten, and murmured, "" We might as well sell your shield for ten thousand dollars a gram."

$[-] per gram...

Fifty grams and $50...

a kilogram...

Watson involuntarily saluted the local tyrant's shield.

In the center of the round shield with red and blue stripes is a red five-pointed star bullseye, after the former special soldier Watson caught his eye.

Huh?

Huh huh? !

American sweetheart with blond hair and blue eyes who sings and dances, and a shield with red and blue colors...

Fuck the Marvel family are not to be outdone!

"Don't worry, Sam, at least I still have a skill to make a living." America's Sweetheart told his companions in between songs, his expression calm and composed, exuding heart-pounding positive energy and leadership.

It's just those two rows of brush-like long eyelashes, and two pieces of pink and bright jelly-like lips...too spoil the serious atmosphere!

"Promise me, don't commit suicide for your former comrade-in-arms who turned black again." American Sweetheart's black companion complained bitterly, "Because of him, we fell into Alice's rabbit hole, who is now There is no way to go back..."

"I can't do it, I'm sorry." Sweetheart said with calm sadness, his full lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, making him more and more pitiful and pitiful, "I have to go to him, Sam, I can't help Go help him. Think about it, when Bucky wakes up, he knows nothing about everything, the feeling of facing a completely strange world, panic, restlessness, mania, and helplessness...I can't let him go to this place over and over again. Go through it."

"...Well, at least I'll look for your former best partner, your former follower until death, and the whereabouts of your former bamboo horse..." Sam sighed resignedly, and quickly huddled in the corner, fingers Moving quickly on a dark slab, "Be more precise... Come on, let me see where you put it this time, the bad boy with smoky makeup, non-mainstream killer, is sung like The ghostly Winter Soldier... Well, finally got you, boy! Aim for 221B Baker Street."

Watson has a "fucking" look of independence from the world, and his whole body is enveloped in the tragic atmosphere of "the strong man is gone and will never return".

This never-ending cheating world!Can you guys still play together?

America's sweetheart's gaze, which couldn't be sweeter, suddenly became decisive, as if he put on the clothes of a commander and took command.Sam still complained cheerfully: "I hope you don't fall into the water this time, Steve, I'm not sure if that capricious mechanical mermaid will suddenly be kind and save you again."

Sweetheart smiled slightly, with bitterness, composure and determination in his smile. His thin cheeks, straight nose bridge, and extremely straight eyebrows exuded sunshine and righteousness, and he turned around beautifully - the arc of his waist was clearly discernible ——put the microphone into the hands of a new fan who was begging to kneel and lick next to him, and left the bar one after another with Sam.

The two people's movements were clearly visible and not fast, but no one could stop them.The pair left the bar quietly and like ghosts, and there was no trace of them on the road.

In Watson's mind, Qiong Yao's dialogue played:

You know me.

Idon't!!!!!!

You know me for your whole life. I'm without you ill the end.

He had to organize his thoughts.

The American sweetheart (fog) who can’t go back, sells her body (fog) to find her husband (fog), Sam Wilson, a fanatic fan who travels far and wide (fog), and freezes it for use The Digimon (Mist) Winter Soldier will be thawed and released at a fixed point...

Wait, the place where the Winter Soldier is performing this mission is 221B Baker Street? !

"Come home with me, Sherlock!" Watson grabbed the cohabitant's big hand, stood on tiptoe desperately, and whispered in Sherlock's ear, "Big accident is going to happen at 221B Baker Street!"

"If you're talking about my ongoing experiment with a 70.00% five-possibility explosion..." Sherlock pursed his lips, looking guilty in surprise.

"And your experiment won't blow up Baker Street!"

The author has something to say: sweet and abusive QAQ

so beautiful QAQ

The Sherlock in Chapter 47 is like a errant cat stalk and a gay stalk from "The Seven Deadly Sins of Roommates". I remembered this stalk when I read the article, but I accidentally used it.