[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Lack of money recently - hired to kill

Nightmare of staying up late - aftermath of homicide

Lifting heavy loads - disposing of dead bodies

Nail blood stains - which can be replaced with the DNA of the deceased

Sherlock looked at Kuaiyin's bewildered face, straightened his cuffs, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Just now I received another call from Scotland Yard. Two ordinary civilians who had their eyes gouged out were placed in prayer In front of the church. Maybe you don’t know it yet, but the first person to be killed was a little girl, very cute, lively and lovely, and she was frozen to death.”

He suddenly raised his head, his blue-green eyes stared straight at the befuddled kid: "Someone witnessed you and your sister at the scene, do you think you can be cleared?"

Barala was speechless, only Sherlock could make such a mouthful.

Kuaiyin once experienced death with his sister, and his nature is not bad, but Sherlock's words made him frown.

Kuaiyin felt that with Sherlock's perverted reasoning ability just now, the people at Scotland Yard would definitely handcuff him without saying a word.

Quicksilver: "I won't kill a commoner who is powerless. Otherwise, Barala wouldn't be alive."

Barala who got shot: ……………

Ba Lala looked at him faintly: "I really thank you."

Sherlock: "You mean you kill people who deserve it?"

Kuaiyin looked around, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and his tone contained a trace of confidence: "I won't kill people randomly, but it's not so easy for others to catch me."

Quick silver quick silver, quick as quick silver.

Barala lay on the back of the sofa and cursed, come on, you were beaten by superheroes during fights.

Sherlock put his hands behind his back: "Do you think you are the only mutant in the world? And as far as I know, many countries have prisons dedicated to catching mutants."

Barala: "Mistgrass, when did you know so much?"

Sherlock looked down at her, picked up his mobile phone and shook it: "Just now."

Ba Lala: "...Reasonably grasp the time and force the king, you win."

Barala began to speak words that others could not understand.John is embarrassed.

Sherlock took back the phone as usual, and then looked at Kuaiyin calmly.

The whole body exudes the arrogance of "what's the use of forcing the king under you".

Seeing Deadpool muttering to himself: "I finally found someone who is even more pretentious than me."

Quicksilver: ...

Sherlock is such a blatant threat to Quicksilver.For him, it is the easiest to convict a random person.Besides, his anti-social personality has no moral bottom line.

His purpose is to remind Kuaiyin that mutants are nothing special. If you still have a brain before doing something, you'd better use your brain to clearly understand what you are doing.

At this time, Barala suddenly thought of a question: "I said kid, after talking for a long time, do you know who did this murder?"

Kuaiyin, who was caught in a dilemma, had a vague premonition, because he also saw Mr. Nicotine throwing his eyeballs as glass balls today, coupled with his sick psychology...

Quicksilver's big eyes: "If it's really Mr. Nicotine..."

Kuaiyin's silver-haired head: "Even if it's him, we can't draw conclusions just because of these few strangers."

Barala knew that the seeds of doubt had been planted in Kuaiyin's heart.

In fact, Kuaiyin replied blankly: "I don't know, but I know that I have a purpose for coming here today."

After saying this, everyone at the scene murmured badly.Sherlock was about to pounce on the nearby sofa, and John drew his gun.

At this time, in Kuaiyin's eyes, time seemed to have stopped in an instant. Looking at their extremely slow movements full of loopholes, he unhurriedly picked up the frightened (and ugly) Balala on the sofa, and walked away. Arriving in front of John, he kicked him vigorously with his legs in order to avenge the shot in the daytime, and disappeared in 221b in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Sherlock was in vain, and poor Watson was clutching his stomach with a pained expression on his face.

John: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Deadpool quickly touched his intact body, and held his cheeks: "It's okay, my precious body is saved."

Sherlock stood up, his hair a little messy from the fall just now, he picked up his phone without saying a word, and made a call.

And the abducted Barala.

Barala: "QAQ Fog Grass, slow down, I'm going to spit it out."

Kuaiyin: "How dare you spit on me!"

Barala: "How could I do something like this without a lower limit—vomit"

Quicksilver: "..."

Barala wiped her mouth: "Hehe, retching, don't worry."

Quicksilver wondered: "How could Mr. Nicotine like you."

Barala felt the same: "I want to know too. But before that, do you want to make a bet with me?"

Only two people know the content of the bet.

Then there was the sound of Barala retching all the way...

If it wasn't for Mr. Nicotine, Kuaiyin really wanted to throw this woman on the street.

A hospital.

Nicotine was peeling a very good apple with a fruit knife.

He lost a lot of blood, his face was paler than usual, and his lips that had been smiling all the time were bloodless, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder had been bandaged, but he himself did not seem to be affected by the wound, or he had lost consciousness of the pain for a long time, still Wayward, I didn't follow the instructions of doctors and nurses to cultivate well.

Wanda, who was in a daze, couldn't take it anymore, and walked over to help him peel the apple.

Wanda was puzzled: "Doesn't the injury on your shoulder hurt? Has the effect of the anesthetic passed by now? Why are you still able to pick up the apple like you're all right?"

Nicotine smiled: "Maybe I'm too insensitive to pain."

He gently stopped Wanda from trying to help.If he felt something, he turned his head to look at the window, looked at it for a long time, and sighed, "It's snowing."

Wanda had no choice but to stop.And followed him to look out of the window: "Yeah, Christmas is coming so soon."

Nicotine turned his head, his thin hair was slightly scattered to one side, revealing a shade different from that of the day, and his warm brown eyes looked at Wanda with a smile: "Are you not satisfied with this Christmas?"

Wanda's character can't stand such a gentle person, her eyes dodged slightly, and her mouth unconsciously replied: "Anyway, every Christmas is the same as if it wasn't there, this year is finally better, and Kuaiyin and I left that organization. "

"It's really hard work for you."

Nicotine's smile is innocent, and you can't see a trace of sympathy from his expression. It's pitiful, just like a pure angel warming you with a smile, not a smile because of your misfortune.

The inexperienced Wanda's heart beat a little faster, and she couldn't help but take two steps back to find other topics. At this moment, Nicotine's smile deepened, and she looked at the door happily.

Nicotine: "As expected, you are here."

Wanda turned to look at the door.

This is the first time she has met Barala.

And Ba Lala held on to the door frame with an ugly face, her body limp, "Next time you bring me here, will you drive a car—vomit"

Wanda:  …

Nicotine was puzzled at first, then saw Kuaiyin standing next to her with the same disgusted face, and then suddenly smiled: "Next time I will pick you up personally."

Barala: "...Forget it."

She stood up slowly, and reluctantly walked in, like a little daughter-in-law who was captured to be Mrs. Yazhai.

When passing by Wanda, he stopped and tilted his head to look at her.

Wanda was a little vigilant, like a little wild cat whose territory was occupied by people.

Barala nodded, and wanted to take out a card to introduce herself, but found that she was now wearing the coat that Sherlock had put on her head before.

Withdrawing his hand calmly, he smiled at the little girl who seemed to be hostile to him: "Hello, I'm Barala, a private detective who specializes in all kinds of complaints... No, I take all kinds of cases honestly, and the scumbag cheats on me..." , the mistress is in the top position, the original partner is kicked, the rival is too bad, I will accept all these, as long as you have money, I will give you the most perfect ending."

Wanda: "..."

Kuaiyin: "You better stop looking for business here. We have no money."

Barala regretted: "That's such a pity."

Wanda's beautiful eyes: "What the hell does this woman mean by what she said?"

Wanda's exquisite chin: "Why does Mr. Nicotine like her... this..."

Barala is also very helpless, yes, why does Nicotine like a kind, beautiful and generous woman like me.

Nicotine seemed unaware of the surging air current between Wanda and Barala, and his eyes were fixed on the newly arrived Barala, looking at her tenderly and affectionately: "Merry Christmas, Barala. "

Barala stopped attacking the child Wanda, turned her head, and looked at Nicotine lying on the hospital bed.

Barala: "You're not dead yet."

Wanda frowned: "What on earth did you say..."

"Wanda——" Quicksilver interrupted his younger sister's fight, walked to her side, and took her hand, "Let's let Mr. Nicotine and Baralala spend more time alone. Today is Christmas."

His hands tightened tightly, and the telepathy of the twin siblings made Wanda realize that his brother still had something to say to him, so he glanced at the poisonous woman reluctantly, but followed Kuaiyin and left.

When leaving, Kuaiyin thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them.

Ba Lala was annoyed: "The skill of selling people is quite 6, so there is no need to do it."

The two people who left naturally would not answer.

The nicotine apple has been peeled, the skin of the apple is not broken at all, and the peeled pulp is white, tender, juicy and very attractive.He raised his hand and handed the apple to Barala: "Eat it."

Ba Lala glanced at Apple, swallowed her saliva, and said with a strong backbone: "I don't eat food that comes from you."

Nicotine frowned slightly, then said with a relieved smile, "Well, I won't eat it either." After saying that, he threw the apple and its flesh into the trash can without any heartache.

Barala: ...

With his hands empty, Nicotine opened his hands and smiled at her: "Can you come here for a while?"

Barala: "...you don't feel pain when you move so much."

Nicotine's action remained unchanged: "You still care about me."

Barala: "Damn it, you really don't understand human speech."

Just when she was about to find a bench to stay away from him, Nicotine suddenly spoke.

"Don't you like bear?"

Barala was taken aback for a moment, and then noticed the teddy bear placed beside the hospital bed by nicotine.The eyes of the two pigeon eggs are still embedded there.

Barala: QAQ

Her heart was cut like a knife: "You take it."

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward.

But at this moment, Nicotine, who was looking weak like a feather, quickly grabbed the corner of Barala's clothes, and a clever trick made her fall directly on the hospital bed, and Nicotine was sitting on her body.

Barala: "Damn it, you are a god, you are so alive after being shot, you dare to touch me, believe it or not, my brother will come and beat you into a top-level disability!"

Nicotine pulled out the obstructing liquid on the back of his hand without changing his smile, leaned down, and looked straight at Barala: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He gently stroked Barala's cheek with his nonenthusiastic fingers due to excessive blood loss, like a lover he hadn't seen for many years.

But Barala felt that his movements were like a poisonous tongue that could not be shaken off, cold and sticky, and goosebumps stood on end.

Ba Lala was pinned down and couldn't move, and the alarm bell rang in her heart: "A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands."

Nicotine's fingers touched her eyes and the bridge of her nose from her cheeks, and described her appearance in detail. She didn't pay any attention to her paper tiger's warning. There was a hint of haze in her lowered eyes, and her smile was still the same as before. To myself or to her: "You know I've never been a gentleman."

Barala: "..."

She is indeed a little scared at the moment. Nicotine's eyes seem gentle, but in fact they are full of paranoid madness, like a beast that has been suppressed for a long time. Once released, maybe even he himself will not know what he will do in the next second. something.

Balara tried her best to bring him back to reality: "Why did you kill those three people?"

Barala was referring to the Gayo murder case.

Nicotine said calmly: "There is no reason."

To him, killing people was like playing a game, there was no reason, he could kill them as he wanted, and he could die as he wanted, without reason, without morality, without principle.

"But, but they are all innocent people, and there is a child, don't you feel that killing them will not give you much pleasure?" Barala said incomprehensibly.

Nicotine said softly, "I'm completing the task."

So it doesn't matter if he kills anyone, these people are just a number in his eyes.

Barala: "Mission? Um... Yinyuan will?"

Nicotine chuckled: "Don't you know?"

Oops... Barala really doesn't know anything.This sentence is obviously a bit exposed.

But through Nicotine's words, Barala noticed a huge amount of information.

This body also knew Yin Yuanhui?What is her origin...

The nicotine organs also remained silent, leaving Barala there coldly like a passer-by.

Barala rarely encountered this kind of situation. Perhaps Nicotine had doubted himself and was already on guard against himself, or he himself had a suspicious character even with his organs.

Her mind was spinning rapidly, her expression was properly controlled, so that her muscles were not so tense, as if to relieve the atmosphere, she smiled, "It's been so long, I'm afraid that what I know is already different."

The nicotine that suppressed her stopped talking, and her fingers slowly slid from her cheeks to her fragile neck, with a soft voice.

"I've always loved you, Barala."

He rubbed his fingertips on Balala's neck.

"Love you and kill all the guys around you who have plans for you. They are disgustingly dirty, but you are different. You are indifferent and cruel to everyone, and you are so cruel that you put people thousands of miles away. In order to get close to you, I tried my best. I tried every means, my hands were covered with blood, but I never got a single look from you."

Balara felt the hand on her neck getting tighter and tighter, and fumbled for the fruit knife she saw on the table with a blank expression.

"But why..." Nicotine's eyes gradually returned from gentle to dark, and even the temperature of his fingers was close to freezing, "Why do you admit that I am your ex-boyfriend."

His expression gradually turned grim: "Tell me, who are you?"

Short and dapper (no responsibility) mini-theater:

Sherlock: "Which hand did he touch you?"

Barala: "QAQ has both hands and feet."

Sherlock was expressionless: "Chop it up and feed Hannibal."

Barala nodded.

Hannibal: Black question mark face? ? ?