[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

"Fortunately, there are only some minor abrasions on the body, and there are no muscles or bones."

Stark, who found the person, found Barala, whose lips were purple from the cold, from under a dead body. He hurriedly moved the body away and found that her body was stained with a large amount of blood. He was shocked and checked carefully before he was relieved. down.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and teased jokingly: "Fortunately, nothing happened to you, otherwise that curly hair would play us to death."

……

He waited for a long time, and seeing Barala sitting there uncharacteristically looking dazed, he was a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

Barala is very embarrassed now, her body, face, and even her hair are stained with blood, mixed with snowflakes, forming strands of hard lumps, which is funny and pitiful.Although Stark is used to the mess after everyone fights monsters, he has never seen Barala in such a distraught state, and even his usually eloquent mouth can't hold back a word.

He followed the corpse that Barala was staring at, and saw a crater was blasted from the back of the corpse by the impact of the explosion, all the blood flowed out, and the white clothes on his body were directly dyed into red cloth, which was very conspicuous.Stark, who thought she was frightened by the corpse, reached out to pull her up, "Don't look, you haven't seen these things a lot."

Before her fingers touched her shoulders, Barala seemed to have figured something out. Using both hands and feet, she crawled to his side and turned the corpse over, revealing the face that made Barala have nightmares from time to time. Come.

The bangs that were too long in front were scattered aside, and Nicotine's face was finally not covered by anything, and it was all displayed in front of her. There was no smile or eyes. Nicotine with his eyes closed gave people a clean, sunny, positive feeling.Ba Lala stared at him for a long time, listening to his organs being pulled in a daze for a long time, her kneeling legs were numb, she didn't say a last word, she rubbed her aching knee, and moved him Drag it back to the snow pit that the two fell into just now, and bury his body with the snow next to it.

At this time, the Avengers were all gathered, and even Batman stood aside, watching the biggest hero Barala silently and finally buried a corpse as if nothing had happened, a lot of guesses appeared in their hearts.

After the burial, Barala clutched her knees that were about to freeze into old cold legs, and limped towards the battleship.

Stark followed: "Do you need my help to transport the corpse back?"

At this time, Barala regained some energy: "The scenery in this place is very good. The snow has not melted for ten or eight years. Let's bury him here. When I think about it, I can dig him out and chat."

Stark: "..."

Heroes: "..."

Seeing her speaking so naturally, Stark and the others didn't feel that Barala was joking at all...

On the way back, the heating in the battleship was fully turned on, and Barala, whose blood was gradually thawing, felt drowsy. She had been blown away by the explosion and fell to her head. Now she relaxed from the extremely tense state. The lumpy head was getting heavier and heavier, and he just curled up in the corner and hugged his legs, lowering his head little by little like a chicken pecking at rice, and finally passed out directly.

The little spider on the side saw that she had fallen asleep, so she asked Stark for a blanket to cover her.

After falling asleep, Barala seemed to be stuck in an inexplicable memory.

"Barala, look, I killed that person you hate." Nicotine in black sportswear was holding a transparent box with ten fingers in it, his eyes were bright, "He touched it with his left hand." You, I chopped off both hands so he can never touch you again."

Balara raised her hand and overturned the box, ignoring her body. The severed finger rolled out of the box and rolled to the feet of the two.She was a little flustered, opened her mouth but found that she couldn't speak at all, stared at Nicotine, who had her head down and couldn't see his expression clearly, saw him casually kicking the severed finger aside as if seeing garbage, and finally tilted her head Smiling, "If you don't like it, then we can look at other parts of him."

As he spoke, he reached out to pull her.

Barala's body took two steps back uncontrollably. She didn't see the cliff behind her clearly. When she stepped into the air, she felt the world spinning for a while. She kept falling, falling, and finally fell into a soft sofa with a bang. inside.

Nicotine here is still wearing black clothes, squatting next to her, staring at the magazine in her hand, and asked puzzledly, "Do you like white?"

White seems to be fine?The dazed Barala didn't think too much, and nodded subconsciously.

"Then I will always wear white from now on, and then kill all the guys around you who dare to wear white." Nicotine's eyes brightened, and he was excited because he thought of a brilliant idea.

So just wear white all the time... Barala stared at Nicotine, who was curled up in a corner of the sofa, leaning on her chin and smiling at herself, and suddenly felt an uncontrollable twitch in her chest, pressing her heart.She breathed in the air like a fish short of water, closed her eyes, shook her head vigorously, took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes.

The scene changed again,

A dark warehouse.

Nicotine, dressed in white, squatted next to a corpse with his back facing her. He kept scratching the corpse with a knife, without raising his head, and said calmly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"He is my father, no matter what, I will help him."

After saying this, Barala suddenly covered her mouth, realizing that it was not her own words at all.

After hearing this answer, Nicotine slowly stopped his actions.

"...In this case... I will help you, and your father." He turned his head and showed his small white teeth, "Joining an organization that destroys the earth sounds quite interesting."

Join the ... organization.

Barala's eyes fell on Nicotine's clean and untattooed tiger's mouth, and she took a few steps forward. These few steps were difficult, and when she reached him, she stretched out her hand and passed directly through his body. somewhere else.

This place seems to be the hotel where Barala just woke up from crossing.

Nicotine, who was standing at the door holding the door frame, sneered, "There's nothing wrong with killing them."

"That's my friend." It was still her voice this time.

"They'll be damned around you."

Barala, who suddenly became angry, raised her hand high uncontrollably, slapped it, and said crisply, "That's why I hate being with you."

Without looking at Nicotine's expression at all, she swung her hands to close the door. The reaction force of the door made the excited Barala bump into it without realizing it. She became dizzy for a while, and she passed out just like that.

When she opened her eyes again, Barala realized that she was held hostage just like a group of ordinary citizens holding her head.She felt that this place was too familiar, and unconsciously wanted to raise her head, but a deep and powerful voice sounded from her ear at the right time, and Barala turned her head and saw Sherlock beside her.Sherlock still had an expression of seeing through everything, and said lightly to Barala, "Look, is there something wrong with the person wearing the monkey mask?"

She suddenly remembered that this was the hijacking at the German Museum, and stood up suddenly, staring at the monkey masked man standing outside the crowd looking around at the hostages, "Nicotine..."

The man in the monkey mask froze, and he slowly turned his head in her direction with the gun in his hand, with his head slightly tilted.

"Looking for death." The old witch who looked like an angel gritted her teeth, raised the weapon in her hand, and shot Barala in the chest without hesitation.

Her chest was instantly stained with a red blood flower, and the blood flowed out, staining her favorite red coat. She looked down at her wound, raised her head again, and stared at the man in the monkey mask Taking off the mask, showing an expression of disbelief, he ran towards her.It's just that it was too late, and Barala just fell back slowly, and fell into a warm embrace.

Sherlock caught her, and gently wiped away the blood splattered on her cheeks, "This is the most idiotic way to court death I've seen." Barala looked at Sherlock's frigid face that had never changed for thousands of years. , Keke laughed.

The severe pain in her body made her slowly fall into a coma, and she fell asleep like this, but there were regular knocking on the door in her ears, boom, boom, accompanied by the little girl's crisp voice, annoying very.

A little bear, with two ears, cut off the ears, still laughing.

Two little bears with four eyes were dug out and there was no fuss.

Three little bears, six legs, all cut off, bouncing around.

Four little bears, eight hands, after they were broken, walked backwards.

It seems that I can't sleep well.

Waking up stimulated by this song, Barala lowered her head and saw that her hand was resting on the doorknob. With a slight turn, the door slowly opened, and a few fresh eyeballs rolled to her feet.

After the door opened, the sunlight outside made her unable to open her eyes. She simply put a hand curtain on her eyes. She looked up and saw Nicotine sitting on the window sill, smiling as warmly as the sun, "I won't do it again next time." Kill your friend, let's make up, okay?"

"Not good." In the shadows, a voice replaced her answer.

Barala turned her head and saw Sherlock slowly coming out from the corner.

"You lost." Sherlock put his hands behind his back and stared at Nicotine expressionlessly.

Nicotine smiled strangely, put his white fingers on his lips, and softly hissed: "No, no loss, right, Barala?"

He stared back at Barala, let go of his hand holding the window, and smiled brightly.

Balara subconsciously stretched out her hand, but before she could catch him, Nicotine slowly leaned over, the clothes slipped through her fingers, floated down the stairs like a piece of paper, and disappeared into the in her field of vision.

The memory was intermittent, and then the scene changed, and Barala was twitching for a while, and was pressed on the bed by the nicotine from above. He held his throat tightly, with a stern expression: "Say, who are you?"

Barala was a little suffocated, struggled desperately to get up, sat up, and found herself in the Arkham Asylum, next to a horrible scene of hell on earth, Nicotine standing in front of her turned a blind eye, he stared at Barala, the voice Gently, "If the last side dies in front of you, it seems to have fulfilled my wish."

"You want to die in front of me that much?" Barala looked at him with a wooden face.

"Then you want to come with me?" Nicotine reached out to her and smiled slightly, "Come home with me, you belong to the darkness, Barala."

Barala stared down at his pale and slender fingers, and raised her right hand unconsciously. She hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched it out slowly, trying to put it in Nicotine's palm.

The moment she put it in, Barala's hands were suddenly wrapped by a pair of warm palms, preventing her from moving.

She turned around and found that there was another person beside her.

"We don't belong to the light." Sherlock stood side by side with her, looked down at Barala with clear eyes, "he's talking nonsense, you have enough of me."

Sherlock...

Balala felt the real touch of her hand, and suddenly opened her eyes.

With fine beads of sweat on her forehead, she stared at the ceiling for a long time before she gradually recovered, raised her hand to wipe her face, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

These are memories that belonged to Nicotine and Barala, and then changed to her.

Then, another person appeared in the memory...

Ba Lala failed to carefully recall the details inside. At this moment, the door not far away opened slightly, and a joyful voice came: "You're awake."

She turned her head slowly and stared at the person in front of her for a long time.

Probably because Balala's expression was too weird, this person suddenly realized something, and pointed to his nose nervously: "Do you still know me?"

Barala: ...

She shook her head slowly.

Peter Parker took a deep breath, "You, you, you, you don't have amnesia. My God, I'm going to call the doctors here."

He rushed to the bedside in a hurry to find the call button, and then he heard Barala's voice calmly say, "I was wondering if you should take off the mask, should I pretend not to know you?"

Peter: "..."

He stopped, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said embarrassedly: "During the time you were unconscious, I disclosed my identity in the Avengers."

Barala wondered: "Coma?"

"That's right." Peter Parker touched his chest with lingering fear, and sat on the chair beside the bed, "You passed out from the fighter plane. We thought you were asleep at first, but later we found out that you were hit by the explosion on your brain. It caused a lot of damage, and then...then it seemed to be a little stimulated, and passed out anyway."

He didn't dare to talk about the corpse anymore, so he simply skipped over it, and then showed her the instruments around her, "The doctor didn't find out what happened to you, so you just fell into a coma, and there were several times during which you almost fell into a coma." Your heart stopped beating, but fortunately, you were discovered in time, and the electric shock and rescue finally brought you back from death."

Listening to the little spider's simple narration of what happened during her coma, Barala touched her heart, recalling the scenes in her dream of being shot, being choked, etc., feeling a little dazed.

Are these all reflected in reality?

Barala wanted to raise her right hand, but the touch was still there, but she always felt like she had forgotten something, "You went out just now, is there anyone else in this room?"

"No more, I came here early after school today, Mr. Stark and the others are very worried about you." Peter looked at Barala's repeated touching movements in confusion, "You are..."

Barala interrupted him with an indescribably urgent tone, "Sherlock, is Sherlock here?"

Hearing her mention the name "Sherlock", panic flashed unconsciously on Peter's face, "He, he still has something to do, it needs to be later..."

Peter's eyes: "If this continues, what should I do if Barala faints from being stimulated again?"

Peter's nose: "Tell her slowly, let her accept it bit by bit, but the master really won't lie."

Peter's mouth: "It's not my fault. If I knew Barala woke up, I should have let Iron Man come over to deal with her today."

Barala's heart sank gradually, she stared blankly at Peter who was blushing because she couldn't find an excuse, and asked word by word: "Sherlock, what's the matter."

"he died."

Stark, who came in with a bouquet of flowers, took off his sunglasses and walked in.

"Die with Moriarty."