[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 57 makes a comeback

"Your scarf, Nurse Sherlock!" Watson yelled at Sherlock who was stuck in the snow like a black sword before turning off the communicator.

The consulting detective, whose reaction was as sharp as a cheetah, wandered blankly and confusedly over the frozen blood for a few seconds before quickly tearing off the scarf and handing it to him.

From Sherlock's squinted, out-of-focus eyes, Watson sensed a hint of uneasiness, anxiety, and even a slight loss of control.

Sherlock Holmes is a man as controlling as the British government!He is obsessed with self-control, and he is also good at controlling everyone and everything that interests him...

But at this moment, Sherlock's long arms were hanging helplessly, his black curly hair and black coat were extremely small and helpless in the ice and snow.

Sherlock, what are you afraid of...

Watson handled the boy's wound carefully, unfolded Sherlock's scarf, and wrapped it around his strong and strong body, which did not match his childish face at all.The next moment, Superman's red cloak dyed the ice and snow world of the North Pole. He picked up the boy, and Watson had already tied himself and Sherlock with a rope, and was hoisted by Superman to the lonely castle of Krypton. .

Superman opened the gate of the Castle of Solitude with that small, inconspicuous key, which weighs far more than Ruyi's golden cudgel.

Watson couldn't help being completely stunned when the interior of the castle built with the technological level of thousands of years away from the earth unfolded endlessly in front of Watson.

Everywhere is filled with collections from all over the world and from all over the universe, metals with weird textures, equipment that explodes at a glance, and a few ordinary alien flowers.Huge crystals enveloped them, and the interior of the castle was full of sci-fi.

Kyle Eyre's wealth far exceeds that of the most powerful family in the British Empire.His loneliness is also like this crystal city hidden in the depths of the North Pole.

The dying but still stubborn boy was stuffed into the rescue cabin, and a few minutes later, a pair of translucent water-colored eyes opened from the doll's face that didn't match the robust figure.

Sherlock clenched his hands that were used to fiddling with delicate experimental equipment and plucking the strings of the violin.He clenched his teeth tightly, and Watson could even hear the shouts of the two armies fighting in his extraordinary brain.

Before asking, the guy in the rescue cabin spoke first: "Wow, I knew that a handsome person like me would be blessed by the gods and turn evil into good luck!" Opening his eyes together, there was another chattering mouth.

... Please demonstrate the inevitable logical connection between "looking good" and "turning bad luck into good luck", young man.

"Those bastards with fish tails and talking bubbles are really disgusting! If you have the ability to fight openly and aboveboard! It's too low-level to sneak up on something that doesn't go on the table! By the way , thank you for saving me, oops, where did my politeness go, I even forgot to introduce myself. My name is Arthur Corey, the son of a member of the Arctic expedition team, and I lived in the Arctic since I was a child. Qizhi's fate and control over water is a good hand in swimming and diving..."

"Of course, Arthur. But would you mind telling us who hurt you?" "Fishtail" made Watson prick up his ears, and he cut Arthur's boasting cleanly and well, otherwise he would have Doomsday on the road to self-showing, "What's up with the fish tail?"

"Ah, a large group of colorful mermaids holding harpoons - the appearance is quite cool alone - inexplicably broke through the ice cover and jumped out, they rushed to the ice like seals, their tails turned into legs, involuntarily Just beat me half to death." The boy gritted his teeth and said indignantly, his well-developed and strong muscles tensed, "Hmph, if they fight alone, they don't want to touch a single hair of my hair."

"A harpoon, a fish tail that turns into legs..." Watson muttered a few words to himself, and asked the annoying little guy patiently and gently, "Why are they staring at you?"

"I asked this question." The confident and narcissistic face collapsed in an instant, and the boy clenched his fists and said, "And before they beat me to the ground and were about to leave, someone condescended and benevolent Said: 'You're out of luck, boy.'”

"..."

Superman thought for a while and asked with concern, "What language do they speak?"

"I don't know, maybe not in any language." Arthur frowned. "His words seemed to come out of my head, and I'm sure the poor fish didn't even move his lips."

Superman and Peanut looked at each other knowingly, and said in unison, "Telepathy!"

"Wow, it's so cool!" The boy shook his pure golden half-length hair, and snapped his fingers excitedly, "I can't wait to meet them again! This time, I will definitely disembowel these rotten fish Wrap it in seasoning and fry it!"

"I don't think they will taste very good." When Superman was dumbfounded and shook his head, Watson said with his foodie and doctor's instincts, "Since they are here to assassinate you, Arthur, why would you allow you to keep it?" How about taking a breath? Unless the villains are all idiots with seriously insufficient IQ balance."

"They checked!" Arthur seemed seriously dissatisfied with the "Villain Funny Competitive Theory", "They felt my pulse and measured my breathing before leaving!"

"Then?"

"I fooled them by holding my breath."

"..." Sherlock finally couldn't hold back his poisonous tongue, "So, you can still control your heartbeat and pulse?"

Arthur rolled his eyes: "Why not? As I said earlier, my ability to control water is top-notch! Controlling the water in the blood vessels and heart so that it doesn't flow temporarily, would it be rare for Arthur Coe? in?"

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, and walked out quickly as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Don't lose your temper, Sherlock..." Watson hurriedly moved his two short legs, which were seriously not up to the standard length, and hurriedly grabbed the cohabitant's arm, "Don't be like a child, you are not 12 years old!"

"Me neither!" Arthur shouted behind him fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"I'm fine, John."

"Need fresh air?" Watson raised the corners of his mouth slightly mockingly.

"Sulfur dioxide, um." The consulting detective waved the detector, and he suddenly approached quietly, his full and pale lips pressed against it tightly, and the tip of his tongue swept it over, and said innocently, "It's not 12 years old. ,I am sure."

...Who taught you this trick!

"Stay here and continue to understand the situation, my blogger, best assistant and...John." He swallowed the next word vaguely, "I'll be back soon."

"Look at how he's running out in a hurry!" Arthur exclaimed in the emergency cabin, and Watson almost imagined that he would spit out the same words as Mrs. Hudson: "My husband always in this way."

They continued talking for a while, and Watson affixed to Arthur's Greek, high, well-proportioned brow the label of "pleasant face and disposition which is simply annoying."

And his doubts grew more and more.

Even if they are not people from Atlantis, they must be inextricably linked with Mermaid Killer and Arthur Corey...

There are many conspiracies, many fogs, and sulfur dioxide that provokes division...

Sulfur dioxide and mermaid killers appearing in the Arctic at the same time...

All kinds of information collided in Watson's inflexible brain, and occasionally a flash of inspiration would collide with unimaginable sparks.

Why are they doing this?What are their purposes and tasks?Will Arthur be the key to stopping the invasion?

Abnormal Human Research Center, I know, all of this points to the ultimate reason why you brought me here: to prevent the invasion of Atlantis!

"Would you like to join us, little Arthur?" Needless to say, Kyle-Eyre's super brain must have also thought of it, and he helped the blond boy out of the rescue cabin and extended his hand to him.

"I'll be an adult in two years! Little Arthur or something..." The boy pouted, but his eyes couldn't stop glowing, and he firmly grasped Superman's big hand, "Just like in the comics, what about defending the earth?" Is it? So cool! Must count me in!"

The next moment, everyone heard the electronic voice of the Abnormal Human Research Center, which was still Batman-style hoarse and deep, but contained a trace of relief that Clark would never mistake: "Welcome to join, Arthur Cole inside."

Arthur Corey, Arthur Corey... Watson recited the boy's name silently, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

Arthur Cory, isn't Aquaman in the world of Justice League!

Immersed in the "fucking abnormal human research center's great foresight and foresight" and couldn't extricate himself, Sherlock, a tabby cat wrapped in white snow, rushed into the Castle of Solitude three steps at a time, bringing another shock: "wrong Oh, Mycroft was dead wrong! It's not sulfur dioxide, John! It's just a cover! It's water vapour, methane, and carbon dioxide they're pumping into the atmosphere!"

"What!" Watson and Clark rounded their blue eyes at the same time.

"They are the culprits of global warming!" Sherlock's slashed face seemed to be frozen, and he pressed Watson's shoulder tightly, "At the same time, I received a letter from Scotland Yard. Urgent call, as if I were the rescue dog flying around in a tights on call... Please, Clark, keep an eye on the North Pole while John and I fly back to London."

The author has something to say:

Thick cool feeling!

On Douban, I read a film review of a fork boy's first love, all kinds of high-energy, and I like the last paragraph about Professor X's heartfelt voice best:

Do you remember the fire-lit ocean outside the boat?

Do you remember that it is love that helps you make your magnetism stronger

Why later we replaced dependence with quarrels

The hands that were once tightly held are gradually loosened

...we became the most familiar strangers in the world

In the future, each will dominate and be sad

...if I could have held back the mutant souls at the Rendezvous

Maybe tonight I won't let myself sink in thoughts...

Sure enough, the atmosphere of movies and dramas with British people will not be too straightforward...