[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 66 Spider Induction

In the low-definition mirror, there was a young, almost childish face that was smooth without a trace of lines.The nose is slightly raised, and the wings of the nose contract and relax rhythmically.The lines of the cheeks are soft and lovely, and the rounded and delicate lines are harvested at the jaw.The edges of those round and bright dark blue eyes, except for a circle of gray-gold eyelashes, the eye bags and wrinkles completely eliminated the sense of existence...

Watson didn't take his eyes off the mirror, but he was sure that Sherlock was staring at him intently—a sixth sense that emanated from every cell in his body.

The spider's gene invaded his teddy bear blood, changing not only Watson's appearance, but also his size.The fluffy cotton-like feeling was gone, and the limbs became stronger. He lifted his arm to touch the other arm in doubt. The biceps of the upper arm were like living things under the white silk. He was sure that they could burst out with near-lethal force. ...

Watson felt that his painting style was completely wrong.

When Tony stretched out his hand to him, Watson subconsciously caught Iron Man's arm with one hand and shot like the wind.

Tony said calmly, "About 45 pounds of grip strength can crush my bones, John. I'm an unenhanced normal person, and I haven't worn my armor yet!"

"I think we can use this to find out the exact value of the strength your bones can bear. Anyway, your technology and medical level are enough to defy the sky." Another talkative Bruce curled his lips.

"I think I am on par with you superheroes, Clark, Bruce, Tony..." Watson lightly let go of Tony's unarmored, ordinary arm, his fingers stretched and stretched slowly like petals, and he Staring at your hands is like staring at a novel food.

"That's right, your value will never end with following Sherlock to hunt down criminals all over London. Together, we can deal with those monsters who want to destroy the earth, and eliminate those things that spread fear and death like handing out leaflets everywhere—" If there is such a group of monsters on this earth." Clark tried to pat Watson on the back - and then, Teddy, who had just been upgraded to a spiderman, jumped off the sofa with a beautiful backflip.

"Spider sensing, huh?" Tony rubbed his arms calmly, then hugged his arms across his chest, "Captain America's biggest nemesis."

Along with the increase in sensitivity, there is also Watson's sensitivity to people's emotions.Was there a hint of sadness when Tony said the word "Captain America"?It was as if the fangs soaked in venom suddenly gnawed at the reactor in his chest, and all the absorbed missile fragments entered the blood circulation, and then entered the heart...

"The new look is good, little spider~" Bucky whistled at the door of the living room, his intact human arm was firmly resting on Steve's thin shoulders, like a sheepdog with a frail tail curled up lamb.

"It seems that you are adapting to your new life quite well. Congratulations, Bucky." Watson found himself stepping to the door of the living room, and his whole body was extremely agile and light as if reborn.

"Very good, thank you for your concern." His metal arm made a few circles around the shoulder joint, "except sometimes the brain is messed up, and the malfunctioning metal arm needs to be repaired."

"We'll fix it, Bucky." Steve shrunk, thinner, but his blue eyes were as firm, clear, and convincing as ever, "but seriously, you look so different now than in my dreams .”

Bucky made an exaggerated expression, strangely harmonious on his slightly gloomy round face: "God, I missed this!"

"I have been frozen in the North Pole for 70 years. For the entire 70 years, I have been dreaming that you are still Sergeant James Barnes. We led the Howling Squad and beat Hitler twenty times." Steve When the husband opened his eyes, those blue eyes became more like the lofty and vast sky, "Although we have been separated for 70 years, in my dream, you have been with me all my life, buddy."

"Did I wear a blue double-breasted coat? And red boots?"

"Yes, it's the one the team members laughed at as 'what an army officer wears a navy double-breasted button'. You only wore it once." Steve smiled and punched Bucky in the chest.

"At 51:[-] in the morning, James Buchanan Barnes recalled a double-breasted navy blue coat and a pair of red boots." Falcon, the captain's intimate little padded jacket, recorded it on his mobile phone with extra diligence and thoughtfulness.He knew that the captain was still not used to using a mobile phone, so he specially organized another copy in his notebook.

"Why don't they complain about your couple outfits?" Sherlock raised his chin slightly, with an inherent expression of "a goldfish is a goldfish and they can't even complain about it".

"Ahem..." Steve coughed violently under the impact of new knowledge, and Bucky quickly slid the arm on his shoulder to his back, and gently patted the thin, fragile body with a little effort. A broken back.

Then, Bucky, who was severely deficient in life skills and basic knowledge, widened a pair of watery gray-blue eyes, with a suddenly enlightened and enlightened expression.

Watson had just completed gene fusion, and he was arranged for a long sleep and rest by the scientists.The geniuses of Baker Street continue to investigate this bizarre case, but the crime remains and they are at an impasse.

The lives of the blond girls were killed and harvested at an average rate of one per day.

In just one week, there were five accidental shootings in downtown London, and one of them was killed. It was all because the father was too nervous and shot a relative who came back late as a criminal.Threatening phone calls multiplied, and useless reports filled Scotland Yard's mailboxes and e-mail boxes.Helplessness and panic spread like the flu.

"This criminal, who comes and goes without a trace, is called 'the barber'?" Clark made an angry voice while browsing the webpage, "Girls are losing their lives one by one, and someone is still consuming their pain and death?"

"It's a typical superhuman sense of justice again." Bruce said coldly, "Public opinion has never been the focus of this case, Clark, the criminal is an invisible man, in every sense. He is capricious, sophisticated, sensitive, calm and cruel , he is a crazy hunter, he can spot his prey exactly among the 800 million people in London..."

"'The Barber' doesn't have a fixed job, or the working hours can be arranged by oneself. Look at these dotted crime times!" Sherlock pointed to the form on the wall and said loudly, "He appears like a ghost all over London, With sticks, cloth, grease, and sticks with silkworm cocoons, so much equipment that can't fit in one big bag without attracting the slightest attention, he must have a car. He has killed five blond girls, They are strong, well-proportioned, not tall, and have gentle and firm temperaments..." In the slow motion of a movie, Sherlock transferred his gradually widening eyes to Watson.