I plant trees in the superhero world

"Sherlock, aren't you traveling in the United States? Why did you come back so soon?" Lestrade was shocked, and Cyril could tell from his expression that he didn't want to see the expression of this curly-haired man.

The curly-haired man ignored him, and Cyril watched him approach the corpse, and took a closer look at "horse, money, seed, alkali, and a high concentration of sevoflurane, with a little Chanel No. [-] mixed on his chest."

Cyril seems to have seen these things on TV. Horse, money, seed, and alkali should be poison, and sevoflurane seems to be an anesthetic. Chanel No. [-] is much more famous, a famous perfume for women.

Due to the limited conditions, the forensic doctor has not yet conducted a test. A black female police officer said disdainfully, "There will be a strong reaction after taking horses, money, seeds, and alkali, but he died without a trace. No one found it. Is this possible?"

"So why do you think he has sevoflurane on him?" The curly-haired man didn't even look at the female police officer, but just looked around at the several flight attendants present, "You really lowered the IQ of the whole plane."

If it wasn't for the current situation, Cyril would have laughed, it's too poisonous, it really doesn't give the lady face at all.

In the end, Sherlock's gaze rested on a beautiful flight attendant, and he took a step closer, "Chanel No. [-], with a bit of tobacco smell."

"Look at your fingers, you are not a smoker, but the traces of smoke on the deceased's fingers, he smoked, and he should have smoked one just before boarding the plane, which left the smell on you who hugged him. The clothes on his chest The creases are just the traces you left when you leaned up. You are a flight attendant on the plane, and you have tampered with the drink by taking advantage of your work, and the flight attendant will not arouse suspicion if you serve the drink or take it away."

"But why did you use such a superficial method?" Sherlock looked at the stewardess, who was accused of being the murderer, her face was indifferent, even a little dead silent.

"Qingsha, you don't care about being discovered at all. If you escape, you will earn money, even if you are caught, as long as he dies, you don't care... You have a child, and you have been separated for a long time. If the child dies, you think it is That man's fault, so you have to take revenge." After Sherlock finished speaking, he turned his head and pouted slightly, "b."

Cyril watched the stewardess being taken away by the police, and the showy detective was preparing to get off the plane with his friends. Cyril looked a few more times curiously, ignoring Sherlock's strange expression on him just now. He felt that this man was really Charming full of wisdom, he was able to solve the case so quickly. Among other things, he really admired that dog nose. There were all kinds of smells in the cabin, and he could smell the perfume on the flight attendant accurately, which is really amazing.

When Cyril was looking for checked luggage, he happened to run into the detective and his friend just now. His friend seemed to be trying to persuade him something. The stubborn look is inexplicably funny.

Sherlock glanced at him, his eyes lit up, he approached him, and looked around him carefully, "Strange, so strange."

Cyril: The old man on the subway looks at his mobile phone.jpg

What's so strange?

Watson quickly grabbed Sherlock, and said to Cyril, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sherlock is like this, sometimes it's too offensive, I'm sorry."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, he's also very interested in me." Sherlock waved his hand and looked at Cyril condescendingly, "You are really weird, you obviously look like an ordinary person on the outside, with a little restraint and social fear But there is a bit of pride in his bones, it seems that there is something to rely on, the family is powerful? No, the family is rich? It is just ordinary rich, outstanding? But it is so strange... It is so strange, so strange. "

Although he said so, Cyril could see that he was getting more and more excited, and his eyes became brighter, but, being watched by him like this, Cyril felt that his little vest would be stripped out, so he decided to run away up.

Noticing Cyril's expression, Sherlock moved his right foot to the side, blocking Cyril's way, and continued, "Troubled by love? That's why I ran to England to hide... Is there something wrong with your love psychology?" Sherlock Getting closer to Cyril, his face got closer and closer, and Cyril's head kept shrinking back. Under the loss of his mind, the soles of his feet slipped, but fortunately he stopped the car in time.

"I don't like to get too close to strangers, the arches of my feet are flat, and my feet can be slippery on such a flat ground." The curly-haired man suddenly changed the subject, "So your emotional problem is that you don't like close contact, and you have an avoidant attachment personality? It seems to be...Traveling? Not quite right, the facial features have obvious Western European characteristics, this is returning home, but I am not familiar with it."

Cyril has lived for so long, and he doesn't know why he has obvious Western European features on his face. Now he really knows that this gentleman is amazing. After a while, he has been analyzed by others. No matter how good-tempered he is People, faced with such a situation, he was also a little angry, but he didn't like arguing and just wanted to leave quickly.

"...So, you are a superpower!" Sherlock asserted.

Cyril suddenly raised his head and glared at the man suffering from heterochromia in front of him. He was suddenly stripped of a layer of vest by others, and suddenly became angry with shame. Clothes fly around.

wipe!Not an illusion!Sherlock's hair is literally flying!

Fortunately, the people who got off the plane just now had already finished their luggage, and there were only three of them besides the security personnel on duty. The security personnel were also looking in the opposite direction to them, otherwise this matter would have been a big deal.

Cyril and Watson stared dumbfounded at Sherlock's hair and clothes without wind. Obviously there was no air flow in this space, but Sherlock's eyes were blown so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and his little curly hair was blown like Messy like a bird's nest.

Cyrillic"……"

What's going on? !Could it be that he did it?

[This is your passive skill, it adds momentum, weren't you very angry just now, your momentum has already made the opponent unable to open their eyes! ] System Road.

I really can't keep my eyes open.

Cyril really didn't expect the pissing nature of his Lao Shizi's passive skill, is it so aggressive to be so aggressive?He thought that when he confronted others in the future, an invisible wind suddenly blows the enemy's eyes. Is such a serious scene really good?

Also, didn't he not be able to use his abilities when he was not Cyril? What's going on now?

[Because this is a passive skill, you don't need to actively trigger it, it exists at any time. ]

Finally, the invisible and imperceptible wind on Sherlock finally stopped, he struggled to open his eyes, and looked at Cyril with a hint of speechlessness, although he was indeed very interested in people with superpowers , but it definitely does not include such nonsensical superpowers.

Cyril smiled dryly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." As for the fact that his ability was exposed just now and might be caught by surveillance cameras, he wasn't too nervous. After all, he is a mutant now, so he can push this matter to himself Mutant abilities, anyway, the public has a much higher acceptance of mutants now, and it’s no longer the case where you want to kill them when you see them—well, the main reason is that he can’t solve the surveillance video issue, he His system is not like other systems that can delete the monitoring, he can only accept the current facts.

Seeing Cyril's embarrassed smile, Sherlock turned his head and left first. He was suddenly not curious about this gentleman's ability.Watson smiled at Cyril, and quickly followed.

Cyril watched the exploding head drift away.

Cyril found a hotel to stay, took out his mobile phone to navigate, and started his own journey.

In his last life, he also read the detective stories of Sherlock Holmes, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity to visit the Sherlock Holmes Museum in England; in this life, he recalled his memories and came to England again, so how could he miss the Sherlock Holmes Museum?Although Cyril is not a die-hard fan, he has heard of his reputation anyway.

He is a die-hard fan of Harry Potter. There are so many superheroes in the world in his life. He thought that he might meet Harry Potter in England. Unfortunately, he also watched Rowling in this life. I grew up with my aunt's books, and I know that there is no Harry Potter in this world after thinking about it.

Cyril hadn't searched for the Sherlock Holmes book. After all, he had only recalled the memory for two years, so he wouldn't search for a famous book if he had nothing to do. Therefore, when he arrived at 221b Baker Street, he saw a family He was stunned when there was no sign of a museum at the door of an ordinary apartment.

How does this place look like an apartment and not a museum?

He carefully looked at the house number, it was indeed 221b Baker Street.

Cyril belatedly took out his mobile phone and started to Google "Sherlock Holmes", but he couldn't find the book, but there were a lot of news related to "Sherlock Holmes".

"Consult Detective Sherlock Holmes to solve the strange case again."

"Sherlock Holmes cracks the train bombing."

……

There are also links to a blog where Watson writes some true stories about his roommate, Sherlock Holmes.

Wait a moment!Isn't Sherlock Holmes a fictional character?Have the British liked Sherlock Holmes to the point of imagining some modern news to express their love for Holmes?

Or, there is no Sherlock Holmes book in this world at all, but there is really a man named Sherlock Holmes...

Cyril watched the news that the address of consulting detective Sherlock Holmes was exactly 221b Baker Street in front of him. He secretly got lucky in his heart and knocked on the door of the apartment.

Soon, the door opened, and a lady who still had charm opened the door. When she saw Cyril, she had a clear look, "I'm looking for Sherlock, right? Come in and sit first, and I'll call him down for you."

Sherlock?It is true that Holmes' full name is Sherlock Holmes, but when he heard Sherlock's name now, his first reaction was the little curly in the morning—then he saw the little curly walking down the stairs in a silk nightgown.

Sherlock and Sherlock Holmes...

Arrogant little curly and wise English gentleman...

Cyril saw the nicotine patch on his raised arm again - Cyril had posted it before when he was curious - nicotine patch and old-fashioned pipe...

He felt that his dream was shattered and shattered.

Sherlock didn't expect to see Cyril when he went downstairs, he paused on the stairs before going down, seeing Cyril's shocked, unbelievable and slightly broken eyes looking at him, even for a moment he couldn't Less than Cyril's brain circuit.

"Why are you here? You don't have anything to consult. You look at me suspicious of life, Goldfish." After finishing speaking, Sherlock picked up the empty coffee cup on the table and called out to the kitchen, " Mrs. Hudson, a cup of coffee."

"Are you really Sherlock Holmes?" Cyril asked again unwillingly.

Sherlock glanced at Cyril, "You came here to see another Sherlock Holmes, and you were shocked to see me, what, do you know another me? Or do you know someone whose name is also Holmes, who also lives at this address ?”

Maybe you were still in the seventeenth century.Cyril couldn't help but touch his forehead, why does this world have Harry Potter but not Sherlock Holmes?Why can there be a modern version of Sherlock Holmes in this world, but not a little wizard from Hogwarts?How about he try it, maybe he will see Harry Potter (in a daydream)?

"Watson was that man yesterday?"

"Ah."

"You have a brother named Mycroft Holmes?"

"You know Mycroft?" Sherlock began to suspect that Cyril had a political background, but he couldn't see it for the time being.

Well, here is Sherlock Holmes' stone hammer.

Cyril thought about Sherlock Holmes, the representative of the British gentleman in his own world, and then looked at the arrogant and aloof little curly hair in front of him, he felt his illusion was shattered.

Of course, Cyril is not the kind of person to comment on others casually, and he doesn't think the gentleman in front of him is bad, but why is he Holmes?

Sherlock suddenly approached Cyril, "Why don't you look at this dress?"

"what?!"

"You don't want to look directly into my eyes, and you feel that you should look at me out of politeness, but your eyes have been gliding over this nightgown. Whoever it is, it should be someone who has hurt you, and he also likes to wear it. Silk nightgown, right?" He said decisively, obviously it was a question sentence, but he felt very sure.

Cyril missed a beat in his heart, and finally said calmly, "Yes, that's right, there is a person I don't want to be in contact with who also likes to wear silk nightgowns." Anyway, this person in front of him is so smart, and he is a stranger. He is not afraid to talk about this matter, anyway, he will not have contact with this person when he leaves England in the future.

"You... like men, so it's your ex-boyfriend who hurt you." Sherlock was very sure.

It's damn accurate.Cyril gave up and nodded, "Well, that's right." Although it was exposed by others, it was not something shameful, and Cyril still admired this powerful man, "You are very powerful, you can see through it at a glance, no wonder you were Known as the most powerful detective in Britain this century." He praised sincerely.

Even Holmes felt a little happy in the face of such a straightforward compliment. He tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, and coughed dryly, "Well, that's right. Mrs. Hudson, bring him a cup of coffee too!"

It was rather boring, and Cyril felt that he had pleased the cat-like man in front of him. He was a little familiar with this kind of cat-like man, and he liked to listen to praise.

"Don't know your name yet?" Sherlock rarely wanted to know the name of the man in front of him.

"Cyril Lance."

"Sure enough, he has British blood. This is a typical medieval British aristocratic surname." After confirming his guess, Sherlock was in a better mood.

Cyril is also generous, "Well, my mother and I have a last name, and she is British."

Mrs. Hudson brought the coffee and gave Sherlock a blank look, "Sherlock, I repeat, I'm not your nanny."

Sherlock turned a deaf ear, and handed Cyril a cup, "Taste it."

Cyril looked at Mrs. Hudson, who had no one to talk to. The lady in front of her must have been teased by Sherlock a lot. It is not easy to be so good-tempered.

"You're thinking about it wrong. Mrs. Hudson's ex-husband is a gang boss, and I helped her send her husband to prison."

Cyril suddenly imagined an image of a tough woman who was oppressed by the gang and finally resisted firmly.

Sherlock was speechless, too lazy to talk to the goldfish in front of him.

Although the current version of Sherlock Holmes is very arrogant and somewhat unscrupulous in his behavior, when talking to him, his words and rich knowledge are really worthy of the name of Sherlock Holmes. During the conversation, Cyril respected this gentleman very much. The passion became stronger and stronger, and as his eyes became more eager, the corners of Sherlock's raised mouth became more and more difficult to suppress.

In the end, Cyril managed to exchange contact information with this gentleman, and Sherlock reluctantly told him a few places that were suitable for experiencing the style of London for Cyril to visit.

Cyril left 221b Baker Street. The street view in front of him was pretty good. It just so happened that he didn't live very far away. Because he was motion sick, he would rather find out the map on his phone and walk back, taking a look at the scenery along the way.

"Jingle Bell……"

When he passed an empty public phone booth, the phone inside suddenly rang.

Cyril glanced at the empty phone booth strangely. Since no one was calling, why did the phone ring?Probably calling the previous person who used the phone.

But what does that matter to him?It wasn't him calling.

Cyril walked straight over.

Mycroft "..."

The next thing was even more strange. He passed several phone booths with no one in a row, and they all rang when he passed by. Cyril stopped in doubt, and finally realized belatedly that this could not be looking for someone. his...

For a moment, Cyril felt the hidden trouble, the person who can accurately control these phone booths, but also can accurately know his location, he suddenly looked up and saw a camera facing him not far in front, happened to see With the red light in the camera, Cyril looked at the phone that was still ringing...

He left without hesitation.

Just kidding, the other party is obviously a big boss he can't afford, why should he stay here?

Answer the phone?impossible!Even if you kill him, he won't answer this call!

Suddenly several black cars blocked the roadside, and a group of men in black came down and blocked Cyril's way. The leader, a woman in a black suit, handed Cyril a phone, which showed "calling".

It seems that I can't answer the phone...

Cyril took the phone helplessly, and put it close to his ear, feeling a little nervous, "Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Lance." The male voice on the phone was polite. This kind of official tone reminded Cyril of some government speeches he had heard.

"Please get in the car in front of you and follow them to my place." Although it was an interrogative sentence, Cyril just didn't feel the meaning of asking at all.

Cyril looked at a group of people dressed in gangsters and hesitated, "Do you think I'm stupid, how do I know where you will take me?"

It was rare to meet such a person who didn't play cards according to the routine, and McCoff also fell silent.

Suddenly, Cyril's face changed drastically.

The man on the phone said, "Miss Sira, I think there are some things you don't want too many people to know."

The other party already knew it so clearly, and according to his performance that he was still capable, Cyril didn't feel that he was cheating on him, so he obediently got into the car. Status - he believes he can still leave successfully.

Along the way, the woman sitting in the co-pilot kept playing with her mobile phone. Cyril also tried to talk to her, and watched the car drive into an abandoned factory. An English gentleman in a suit and holding a black umbrella Standing in a clearing and waiting for him.

With such a bossy temperament, it must be the man on the phone!

Cyril suddenly couldn't help trembling a little. This kind of strength made him feel overly excited after encountering a strong opponent. The person in front of him was really too powerful, not Chaoying's strength in force. This man's belly proves that he is definitely not that kind of person (McCoff...), but there is a confident charm about him, this man must have been in a high position for a long time, has a high self-esteem and the ability to match it .

And this is the first person who knows about Cyril's vest. After the initial panic of being exposed, he felt a sense of relief. Man, the feeling of meeting his opponent made him tighten his lips, and he almost couldn't wait to chat with him.

Of course, reality soon taught Cyril, what kind of match is there?It is ruthless crushing!

Meet your opponent?I don't know where his confidence comes from.

The author has something to say. In fact, today is a normal 3000+, but I can't stop when I write about Brother Mai! ! !I accidentally wrote too much...

The place where Sherlock reasoned earlier was not well written, and there may be bugs, so please take a look at it, I tried my best, I really can't do reasoning.

There is also the question of the psychiatrist that everyone mentioned, for the sake of Cyril's mentality of falling in love. After all, he himself knows that he has a mentality problem, and he will find a professional to solve it. Otherwise, he should not be able to adjust well. Things are really not something that can be adjusted by yourself just by looking at some chicken soup.