[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 74 The bait of failure

Let's uncover the true face of this "barber" who reaps life like wheat and distributes death like leaflets.

"Jarvis, report the monitoring results." Tony used the facts to prove to Steve that even though his morals were a bit poor, he could still hold the chain firmly on key issues.

"No suspicious person has been found, SIR." Jarvis' electronic voice made Tony narrow his well-shaped bright eyes.With one hand on his waist, he poked a little bit on the holographic projection with the other hand, and said to himself: "Spider sensing can't make mistakes, there are a lot of data and experiments to prove... unless John's spider sensing is like Peter That way I often go offline for no reason..."

"The feeling of being targeted as prey is gone, Sherlock, Tony." Watson's calm and suspicious voice sounded through the communicator at the right time, "Bucky didn't find anything either, he was a sniper, an assassin and a spy of."

"Captain Watson issued an order, we have to continue wandering aimlessly in the streets of London." Bucky's tone was relaxed and cheerful, not at all as if he was burdened with the burden of saving the blond girl in London.Without having to look at the face on the monitor, Steve can picture Bucky's slouching face with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Sometimes on the battlefield where there is a hail of bullets, he always looks like this heartless.

More and more of his Bucky was returning to the Winter Soldier's shell, Steve was sure.In other words, Bucky never left, he just fell asleep in the ice, and now he is slowly, struggling, and coquettishly waking up like a sleeping baby.

"Enjoy the world for two with the beautiful girl, Bucky." Steve folded his arms, a joke on his lips.

The Winter Soldier stared at the sky arrogantly, and the corner of his mouth that was always slightly turned up sharply downward: "This girl does not look like an adult, Steve, and I am already a 96-year-old old man." Then he Pretentiously sighed, "The world is getting worse, it's too difficult to find someone who has the same experience as me."

"Thank you for reminding me of the sad fact that I'm 95 years old."

Sherlock frowned, emotions such as "Here it is again", "Blind eyes", "There is no end", "Consulting detective's eyes are very valuable", all piled up on that inorganic face in the blink of an eye , which made him look a little human: "For God's sake, you have a wedding right away, and I can recommend the best champagne and cakes to you."

After a few years of brutal experience in the 21st century, Steve can almost laugh at such "straight man jokes", so he decided to play back: "So, you have been paying attention to the wedding cake champagne for a long time? I am Shouldn't you send my blessing?"

"Captain America's blessing, tsk tsk." Tony said horizontally.

"We'll get married after this case is settled, John and I." Sherlock used his usual innocent attitude of "Can you goldfish play together again?" to Steve, who seemed to be put into a steamer and injected with serum again. Husband said, "The same-sex marriage law has been passed in the UK, haven't you learned it?"

After about 20 seconds, Steve hesitated and said: "Although it deviates from traditional Christian beliefs... But, um, it is always a good thing. The world is becoming more and more tolerant."

Hearing Steve's comments on the communicator, the corners of Bucky's slightly upturned mouth couldn't help stretching upwards—if it weren't for his ears to block him, he wasn't even sure if he would laugh the back of his head.

And a cold current called "Regret" entangled Tony's fragile heart with the nuclear reactor installed.

He knew all his thoughts were written on his face—so much overflowing the space it occupied that Sherlock could use his consulting detective tentacles to touch his secrets, and then use his three-foot-digging ones to touch his secrets. Attitude, digging out all his most secret thoughts... He sharpened his tongue and prepared all the ammunition to deal with Sherlock's reasoning at any time-oh, Sherlock Holmes just looked at it calmly He glanced at it, and then turned all his attention to the holographic projection.

In Tony Stark's glamorous, romantic life, he was one of the few times he wanted to say thank you from the bottom of his heart.

The streets of London are still full of cars and people.However, Watson's strengthened nerves for premonition of danger, like the ubiquitous transparent spider webs, stick to clusters of anxious and panic particles in the air.

Yes, blond-haired girls are almost extinct. The young girls who dare to show their brilliant blond hair, except for a small number of female men who have received combat defense and really have two skills, are girls with secondary illnesses who have given up treatment.Reaper's scythe—no, Reaper's razor hangs over London, eyeing tigers... It's impossible for the "shavers" to have seen all of these girls, although according to Dr. Lecter's theory of perverted murderers, seeing them will cause arousal. People's greed... Then, through what channel did the "barber" target these young girls with blond hair, serious and gentle personality, strong and healthy body, who are underage?

Also, where's Dr. Lecter these days?

Watson and Bucky stayed in the streets and alleys of London until late at night—"Thanks to one of you being genetically modified by spiders, and the other being given a fake super serum! Otherwise, I'm not sure if I would go out and bring you back myself. "Falcon, one of the US team's Little Wings, kindly prepared drinks, oatmeal, fried eggs, and toast for them as a supper.

"Bucky's metal arms weigh a hundred pounds. Are you sure you can fly with them, Sam?" Steve patted Bucky's cold metal arms. After two pats, he got up and turned to the fireplace. Build up the crackling fire in the grate.His upright face, which made the makeup artist helpless, was orange-red and yellowish against the flames in the fireplace. He swung his arms firmly and forcefully, and there was an inspiring and calm smile on his soft lips.

This pulled a distant and yellowed picture from the deepest part of consciousness to the eyes of the Winter Soldier:

It's also in London, England, in the same dark and crowded room... This blond man in military uniform, strategizing, commanding operations, and taking charge of the front-line missions... Bucky knew that he already had a picture. A strong body worthy of his great mind, quadruple strengthening, fast healing...But Bucky still can't rest assured that he can't let him fight alone, he must follow him...

The Winter Soldier finally understands that when he has almost lost all his personality and consciousness, he still has no way to kill his "mission"; as a humanoid weapon proficient in killing, he throws back the shield of "mission" again and again inexplicably; As a sniper and sharpshooter with perfect bullets, he refused to hit the vital point of the "mission" at the last moment...

The instinct of being a guardian and knight, even after being brainwashed and frozen again and again, can be stubborn and stubborn, and awaken again and again.

Across the living room, Watson was in an angry, unplayable contest with his blond hair—half-length to the shoulders, sponsored by Stark Industries—again and again, as he repeatedly Naughty hair pinned behind ears.

This made Sherlock stretch out his hand, and with his hand that could play the sawn wood symphony and the beautiful movement on the violin, gently rubbed the slightly messy blond hair.

Sherlock has always identified himself as an asexual and does not have sexual ^ impulses and sexual ^ responses to men or women.He didn't expect that at the age of 28, after he thought he had all the knowledge and information he needed, he could update his self-cognition.

Blonde hair, soft and brilliant blond hair... In the eyes of ordinary people, she is a sexually attractive existence. Is the murderer a fetish?Or...he or she doesn't think he or she is sexually attractive enough to take someone else's hair?But the evidence and clues show that the murderer has a shrewd and calm personality, and has money and leisure. He can buy more exquisite wigs. Why should he take them from these underage girls?This speculation is ruled out, the next...

After walking out of the thought palace, Sherlock found that all eyes in the living room were on him—oh, before he knew it, he had already spoken out his reasoning.

Tony poked Watson sympathetically: "I really admire you, John, you lived in the same room with him peacefully and were not driven mad by his noisy thoughts. 221B Baker Street can still be kept intact to this day. Call it a miracle that borders on a miracle."

"An eccentric, withdrawn, conceited, overly demanding, and obedient person like Sherlock must have John Watson." Watson smiled self-deprecatingly, pursing his lips slightly——

A smile permeated his face like the aftermath of music, and before the raised lips had time to withdraw, there was a "bang" downstairs-the sound of the door being knocked open, and a picture appeared at the door of the living room of 221B. Serious and frozen face——Bruce Wayne who disappeared for a long time to investigate the case.

He threw a case file on the table, and the delicate and graceful browbones, cheekbones and nasal bones in the typical East Coast style were like frosted blades.

"Another person..." Watson pursed his lips tightly, spitting out a spider's silk like a cautious spider, and asked tentatively in a low voice.

"It's not just about death, John." Bruce frowned unrelentingly—God, even if he didn't wear that Halloween costume, no one would fail to recognize him as Batman at this moment, "Today I hacked You should have spoken to your brother, Sherlock Holmes."