[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Stark doesn't know Barala, but Barala knows Stark.

One of the down-to-earth and inhuman superheroes, together with Batman, he is called the invincible golden king of the universe... Rich and handsome, a part in the black technology can make the poor little spider spin silk until he dies.Coupled with the little prince black cat of Wakanda [Huh! ] and Lao Wan who snatched gold from the Nazis, then these four people can be collectively called Flower4 of the present age. Unfortunately, F4 is easy to find, and that kind of sauerkraut that is pure and unpretentious, no, Shancai, probably can only be found in fanbooks. met here.

With the instinct of a coquettish slut, Barala calculated the salary that the local tyrant Stark paid her for the night, and she wished she could embrace her thigh immediately, without any hatred of the rich at all.

But Stark Corporation didn't put all the money on the young Barala.Besides her, there is also a group of detectives who don't know each other secretly investigating.Coupled with the wave of government personnel, this masquerade ball can be regarded as an undercurrent.

But Stark, the person involved, still looks cynical. Under his special request, this masquerade party is no longer simply an elegant dance party with a beautiful mask, but anyone can pretend to be anyone, a bit like the elementary school version halloween ball.

At first, she thought it was a bombing case and the upper-class people had to be reserved, but after Barala transformed into a Hulk and entered the venue, she realized that she had really underestimated the level of eating, drinking and having fun of these rich people .

Who the hell told her this was a prom, it’s obviously a rich version of the cosplay show (╯'-')╯︵┻━┻

Barala, who was hiding under the Hulk's skin, stared dumbfounded at all kinds of...creatures walking back and forth in the bright and luxurious hall.

The Superman uniform wearing underwear, Frankenstein with a messy body, a little Reaper with a scythe, and... What the hell is this group of Captain America wearing little angel helmets.

She blocked the door in a daze, and the people who came in later were not happy.Looking at the low-profile Hulk in front of him, he raised the hammer in his hand bluntly, and said in a rough voice, "Do you want to try the hammer in my hand?"

Hammer your sister, hammer!

Balala silently glanced at the big muscles behind her, and stepped back a few steps to the side.

The big man smiled contemptuously, and his eyes seemed to be mocking that this weak chicken dared to cosplay the muscular Hulk.

Barala: ...

If I knew it earlier, I would have put a little more sponge under this suit.

She thought she was already considered a weirdo, but she didn't expect that the people in this venue responded to Stark's call, and their brains became bigger and bigger.

Except Captain America, who just woke up after being frozen for more than 70 years, is the target of everyone's cosplay. Various heroes who have been popping up in New York to save the world during this period have also become popular candidates. The rest are the various characters in the movie. up.

Just now she saw a group of dwarves from Snow White running over, probably organized by some brat.

I don't know how much shadow the terrorist felt when he saw a large number of superheroes walking around at the ball.

The low-profile version of Hulk Barala stayed at the entrance of the venue with complicated emotions for a while, then stretched out her big arms and walked inside.

Except for the black-clothed security guards in suits and leather shoes who are incompatible with this venue, almost everyone is perfectly integrated into this unique masquerade party, and it is impossible to detect which ones are undercover and which ones are the local tyrants who were really invited. .

Looking past a row of delicious food, Barala swallowed her saliva, touched two pieces of snacks, retracted her hands under the Hulk's skin, and ate while walking slowly through the crowd, leaving two empty artificial hands dangling on both sides of her body Ah Akira.

She was listening to the chatter of the organs of the people around her, hoping to get some useful information, but she didn't expect to find several people from the government, as well as her competitors.

After finishing the two pieces of snacks, Barala wanted to touch some more, but when she walked to the long row of banquet tables, she actually met an acquaintance.

"Barton?" Barala saw Hawkeye in combat uniform for the first time, not to mention he looked handsome.

Hawkeye, who was eating a cookie, turned his head with a dazed expression.

Balala coughed lightly remembering her current appearance, "That... I'm Barala."

Barton: ...

Barton looked at the obviously shrunken dwarf hulk, not knowing what to say.

Barala was in a one-piece suit, and couldn't take off her hood. Seeing Hawkeye with a quiver behind her, she sneaked closer and whispered, "S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you on a mission?"

Hawkeye knew that Barala knew something about S.H.I.E.L.D., and that Coulson classified her as a non-dangerous target to win over, so he nodded without concealment, "I was going to hide and patrol in the dark, but when I saw the meeting place scene..."

Hawkeye's biceps: "The master's combat uniform seems to be perfectly integrated into this theme dance."

Barala: ...

At any rate, she still remembered that today she was helping the locksmith to deal with the terrorists, so she explained why she was here while eating cookies with Hawkeye.By the way, the matter of the locksmith was erased.

When it comes to the work she gets paid for, Barala has always been very serious. She turned to Barton and asked, "What gossip do you know?"

Not to mention, Barton really has a few friends in the FBI, and just got their criminal profiles just now, thinking that Barala will also make a living, so he generously told her.

"The FBI believes that these bombings were carried out by a single person, not a terrorist organization circulated on the Internet."

"Alone? So awesome?" "Hulk" covered his mouth in surprise.

Seeing that the Hulk's sissy movements would make a play, Barton was silent for a moment, and continued to speak.

"Indeed. The profiler defined him as a narcissistic personality disorder. From his ability to precisely control the range of the explosion, it can be seen that this person has quite strong abilities, and he was showing off to the police when he committed the crime for the first time. One's own strength. After two consecutive times, posting news on the Internet is actually to get everyone's attention."

Barton doesn't care about any personality, anyway, he will die under his own arrow in the end.

This time he was sent to help, and in case of an explosion, he could also shoot the prisoner from a long range before he escaped.

But now the most important task is to find the criminals before they can be killed.

Barton ate the cookie and thought to himself, but it's best that the online preview is just a farce.

Barala felt that narcissistic personality disorder sounded familiar. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone from the Hulk's trouser pocket and sent a text message for help to Sherlock in London.

[Seeking popular science: What are the characteristics of narcissistic personality? 】

——by Barala

There was a sudden vibration in the pocket of Sherlock's coat that was sneaking into a house, scaring Watson who was following him to death.

Sherlock grabbed the railing and stood on the eaves more than ten meters high and took out his mobile phone.

Watson: "..."

Can we wait until we climb in before looking at our phone? (T▽T)

Watson couldn't see the contents of the phone, but Sherlock's fingers quickly clicked on the keyboard for a while and then threw it back into his pocket.

"Who sent it?" Watson asked casually while hugging the railing.

Sherlock shot him a look, "A moron who can't use Google properly."

Watson: ...

There is an inexplicable feeling of being shot in the knee.

Barala, who was ridiculed by Sherlock as an idiot, soon received his text message, which contained a long content.

arrogant

lack of empathy;

Desire for sustained attention to praise;

Fantasies of unlimited success, power, honor, beauty or ideal love;

Excessively conceited, exaggerating about one's own talents, expecting special attention;

Just as she was smacking Sherlock's hand, Barala, who was pulling down, noticed the last line of small words.

[——The above content is from Wikipedia. 】

Barala: ...