[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter65 Teddy's Transformation

In fact, before Watson had time to faint, his consciousness was forcibly pulled back by the heaven-defying Stark technology.

He felt that his chaotic thoughts were connected into threads, one by one shining with brilliant and introverted gray-golden light, they drilled chaotically in his head, drilled out of the brain, drilled into the spine, and extended along the nerve impulse to the Every extremity of the extremities surrounded and engulfed every cell of him...

He heard the chaos in his ears like the roar of a cassette, so he could only concentrate the remaining strength on his eyelids, which were heavier than Qianjun.

For the first time in his life, Watson was fortunate enough to meet the world's only consulting detective, who looked almost crazy.

"I suddenly discovered that Sherlock is usually quite amiable, gentle and kind." Bruce complained with a dark face, while tightly holding Sherlock's arm, trying to keep his pale and cramped hand away from Watson's scorching heat. Fever body.

"I can't die, Sherlock..." Watson's eyelids dropped like heavy sluices, and it took him a long time to gather strength on his lips and tongue, "I am... the man who invaded Afghanistan, a pure man Kind of."

"John..." Sherlock's red eyes widened, and he didn't lose much under Bruce's strong suppression.Watson discovered for the first time that Sherlock, who was always trying to grab the last say, was sometimes silent.

"Please, have some confidence in my level. This is basic upbringing." Tony said calmly. Although he was busy in front of the holographic projection, he did not appear frivolous at all, and his verbal skills still did not fall.

"Tony...that's right, Sherlock, your case...the blond girls..." Watson twisted his lips, and he felt that the two pieces of tissue were almost out of his control.

He firmly controlled the overflowing emotions, but it was obviously unsuccessful: "Obviously they didn't bother to pick a good time." Sherlock's two blurred lips were tightly pressed together, as if afraid of getting lost if he was not careful. Crying like a child.

"Go and solve the case, Sherlock... someone will die soon..."

Tony shrugged: "The logic is quite clear." He clicked on the holographic projection a few times, and his brows gradually frowned.

"I can't think at all, John, none of the brain cells are willing to function normally..." Sherlock rubbed his black hair in frustration, creating a bit of a Harry Potter effect, "That's why I always Say, love is dangerous."

Watson couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, and then tossed and turned on the sofa in the living room of 221B.

"Let's move him to the Batcave," Bruce said, frowning. "At least there's room."

Clark sat in the armchair far away, curled up to reduce his sense of presence, and proposed with a finger, "I can also carry him and fly to the Castle of Solitude, at least I have a universal rescue capsule."

"Your idea...you can't stop complaining to me for a week." The corner of Bruce's mouth turned to one side, and he concentrated on observing the vital signs on the holographic projection, "After the venom acts on the blood, it spreads at an irresistible speed and devouring...nuclei?"

Sherlock raised his head sharply.

At the same time, Watson screamed suddenly: "No!!!! I'm dying, Sherlock... I'm dying..."

"Shut up, you can't die, you are not only a doctor, but also a warrior." Sherlock swooped in front of his cohabitant like a predator, and his hands fell on the other person, as gently as a cat's scratch.

"...every cell is shattering, the chromosomes are torn apart and twisted into a bow...I'm dying..." Watson's pupils dilated, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"What nonsense, John." Sherlock obviously didn't know which planet's words to comfort people, he said carefully, "I said, it took me 28 years to find a skull-like existence, can you Don't die?" His ending sound softened, trembling inaudibly, and the last few words broke.

Watson smiled weakly, and it became more and more difficult to breathe: "Is it up to me...cough cough..."

"Good evening, neighbors~~~" A round face with a very Eastern European style appeared at the door of the living room. What did I bring you today?"

"Go to the next door to show your love, old Popsicle." Tony snorted coldly, his tone was very impatient, and there was even a trace of indistinguishable...maliciousness?

Watson felt that his ear must be broken.After all, although Iron Man Tony Stark's morals are a bit poor, his character is one in a million. Is this the rhythm of eating hundreds of tons of TNT... In pain, he looked towards the door.

Bucky raised his eyebrows in surprise, but there was still a fish-stealing cat-like smile on his smooth face.

— in his human and robotic arms, holding a comatose, tiny Steve Rogers.

"I'm innocent!" Falcon quickly jumped up and waved his arms, feeling hopelessly present in the living room already occupied by five grown men.

"Oh——Tony Stark." Bucky raised the ending sound playfully, and this appearance of not being beaten brought back the loyal and sunny boy back then. "I thought Howard's son didn't have to worry about tutoring."

"James Buchanan Barnes successfully recalled Howard Stark at 23:[-] in the evening." Sam took out his mobile phone and recorded, he grinned at the people in the room, a row of white teeth Dazzling against the black skin, "Oh, the task assigned by the captain... I don't think we can help you? Or, you can't help the captain right now?"

"Besides staying somewhere else, anywhere else, then you will be of great help to me." Tony sneakily pointed to the guy who was lifting the corpse on the sofa, staring closely at Watson's vital signs data.

In Watson's sometimes blurred and sometimes clear vision, he found that Tony Stark, who emits hormones at any time, shines, who carries through the playboy to the end, who has been among thousands of flowers, once or twice, puts the complicated and difficult Yan's gaze shifted from the data of the holographic projection to the door of the living room...Bucky...in the arms.

I seem to have discovered something extraordinary... Watson was rolling on the sofa, and his mind was rolling along with it.

As if to verify Watson's correctness, Bucky lazily raised his right hand and saluted lazily. His fluffy eyelashes flickered, creating a hazy and unpredictable effect, casual but intentional. What he was referring to said: "If Howard Stark didn't get it, his son wouldn't get it." This sentence gave him a soft and harmless appearance, and cast a layer of opaque black.

Wait...Tony, Tony Stark...The sky is big, the patient is the biggest. Hey...

With a bloody heart that "such a bloody plot must have been tricked by the Abnormal Human Research Center", Watson allowed himself to fall into a deeper coma.

Before he fell into a coma, he was extremely grateful that he could finally not be tortured by severe pain.

After an unknown amount of time—in a long, seemingly endless gray-gold dream—Watson staggered out of the dark coma, grabbing a silver thread of thought.

Sherlock's face was clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

He can distinguish every tiny line on the inorganic face without any obstacles, every change in the expression muscles, every translucent, diamond-like pattern in the pupils, and the most subtle lines on the full lips... …

The only consulting detective in the world, the cohabiting boyfriend bound to him in this life, the fearless child-like Sherlock Holmes, showed a big, relieved smile, letting go of a big stone in his heart.

The worries and entanglements that had plagued him all the time and filled his bright eyes with a thin haze seemed to have completely disappeared with the waking up of his cohabitant.

"Want to look in the mirror?" Sherlock said eagerly, in an excited, boyish tone.

Watson nodded subconsciously - he would involuntarily obey Sherlock's orders from beginning to end.

Through the mirror that Watson has never used, but the fingerprints on the surface can be clearly seen, Watson slowly opened his mouth, and the familiar and unfamiliar face in the mirror was also exactly the same. performed the same action.

In the mirror, there is 16-year-old John Hamish Watson who seems to be exercising for three hours a day and insisting on steaming for a whole year.