[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 76 The smell of corpses

A gleam of ecstasy ran across the strangely pale face, almost bringing a faint blush to the high, maddening cheekbones.Sherlock jumped to his feet, then covered his glowing eyes with his fingers, as if trying to push back the gushing thoughts.

"There is only one motive for all crimes, and that is desire." Sherlock opened his arms happily in a gesture of sudden realization, "It doesn't necessarily mean that you want to possess only when you see it, it may be some kind of—— What Dr. Lecter calls more primitive, more psychic organs—such as the sense of smell!"

"You mean, 'The Barber', like Little Spider John, has a heightened sense of smell for some unknown reason?" Another great detective quickly followed the train of thought of his colleagues.

"Why not? Oh, it's so stupid...I shouldn't be bound by tradition. After all, everything is possible in the world now!" Sherlock moved the hand covering his eyelids, his eyes were like sunshine and wind Under the turbulent lake water, in the translucent light green, pieces of broken gold are dazzling, "the smell of female hormones... probably the smell is attracting the 'barber'...John's women's clothing is flawless, implanted The artificial estrogen under the skin may have given the 'shavers' a clue..."

Tony poked at the case file: "In other words, the only consulting detective in the world is going to be upgraded to a superhero organization's Brainstormer?"

"Oh, no, Tony, don't take the honor of the Green Lanterns." Regardless of whether Iron Man from the Marvel Universe can understand the deep meaning of the DC Universe, Watson feels that he has at least explained it, "So, Sherlock, I need you Go to Barts Hospital and smell the corpse?"

His lover gave him a smiley, wrinkled and stretched cute look: "If it doesn't spoil your appetite, dear John."

Watson wrinkled his nose in disgust and helplessness.

"One hour and twelve minutes later, a corpse of a control group that meets the requirements will be born in Barts Hospital." Bruce's teeth were tightly closed, a serious, cold, hard-line aura, a kind of intolerance Suspicion and unambiguous style began to pervade. At this time, he looked like a gargoyle on those ancient buildings in Gotham, "and I was responsible for going to the scene of the crime to collect clues and evidence for the new corpse. Captain and Winter Soldier, I need you all to do me a favor - dealing with people with superpowers is obviously your area of ​​expertise, here is all the information about people with superpowers found in England, I hope you can update these data."

"What an impressive task, cute little chiroptera. By the way, I switched my armor back to steel alloy." Tony pointed at Steve, "However, you are sure to want the weak chicken captain Come with us to visit the group of new superpowers who are on the verge of going berserk?”

"Steve just lost his strength and not his fighting skills and fighting mind. He is no longer a weak little man who can be beaten to the ground by anyone - of course, still a small man." Bucky proposed Objecting, he rubbed Steve's nose affectionately, and the other's somewhat disheveled, youthful blond hair tickled his nose, which made Bucky pause for a moment to adjust his breathing, "Besides, I would Be his most solid backing."

Bucky tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, that expression was indulgent and even provocative.

"Okay, guys, now is not the time for elementary school students to argue." Steve imitated Watson's habit and rubbed his temples, "One last question, Bruce, maybe we should visit Mr. Mycroft Holmes? At least five special agents have been arranged near the residences of the capable users to monitor, and we are about to enter MI[-]'s territory."

"An agent of McCrov's?" Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, and he said bluntly—well, he was basically never polite, "If you can't handle these tricks played by Miss Adler Agents, then I have to question the IQ level of the three."

As the one with the most normal intelligence, Watson couldn't bear to look directly at the crackling lightning among the group of geniuses. He grabbed Sherlock's hand—that big white and thick hand was still adjusting the blue scarf around his neck—and put it on. The irreconcilable conflict in the living room was left behind.

More important and urgent tasks are waiting for them at Barts Hospital.

Molly Amber looked pale, with blue eye bags--the damn "shavers" made corpse after corpse, and the endless overtime of the coroners.

"Thank you, Molly, take us to see the dead bodies for comparison." Watson showed a gentlemanly smile, oh, poor Molly, Molly who has unrequited love for Sherlock, Molly who is loyal ... I hope my relationship with Sherlock doesn't break the girl's heart.

"We smeared the body of this accidental death with the same proportion of grease, and then left it for the same time, eliminating all possible interference factors as much as possible..." Molly looked at them from time to time with complicated eyes. The touching arms and hands, and finally the twinkling eyes calmed down.

"Thank you, Molly," said Sherlock with a deft, deceptive smile. "Come on, John, it may not be so pleasant for you, but you still have to pinch your nose and smell him."

Watson said gratefully: "Thank you for not holding my neck and pressing my head on the corpse."

"...Dear John, do you think I am such an unqualified boyfriend image?" Sherlock made an aggrieved expression—the Abnormal Human Research Center is here!You will never be able to be angry with him - after Sherlock has completely and uniquely mastered the unique secrets of "pretending to be pitiful" and "pretending to be cute".

Watson restrained himself and struggled for a long time between "jumping up and hugging him", "rubbing his hair hard", "hitting him hard but actually punching him softly", finally he had to shake his head, The corpse on the dissecting table leaned over and muttered to himself, "Work is the most glorious, Sherlock."

"That's right, this kind of boring and dull work that always needs someone to do it, at least you have to give a reason to do it with peace of mind, right?" Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, circling the corpse like a drug hound. ^Body and John go around - well, putting "body" and "John" in one sentence is probably just some quirk of the consulting detective.

"Is that why the Chinese set May [-]st as Labor Day..." Watson was glad that he used to be a military doctor and special soldier, and he had no psychological barriers to corpses.He approached the pale, lifeless corpse with a professional and cautious attitude, his short-cut blond hair drooped slightly, his slightly raised nose bulged and retracted, and his dark blue round eyes were firm And Youshen—so soft, so young, so full of vitality, the contrast with the pale and stiff corpse below is so vivid that people can't help but sigh...

Even Sherlock Holmes, who hardly cared about anything other than solving cases and puzzles, held his breath and said nothing.

"This corpse smells subtly different from the one left by the 'barber'." Watson tried to describe it with his not-so-rich vocabulary, "this corpse smells...more normal, Sherlock... yes, that's the word normal. I remember the smell of the corpses of those fair-haired girls who smelled...well, hardly corpses, like cold sculptures."

He frowned, tilted his head, and said in confusion and uncertainty.