Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

Gotham at night is a carnival for criminals.

Chaos, and wonderful crime;

The tumult, and the fragrant blood;

Why so serious?

"Batty," facing the video camera, the curve of my mouth widening, full of make-up and deep blood marks on my cheeks, like a real clown.The only pity is that people are not looking at me with joy, but with fear. "Come and find me, or..."

No fun!

"I kill one person at the party every five minutes."

"Iamamanofmyword."

I looked around, and people backed away consciously, lest I should see them.

——Except for a little girl, there was no wave in her eyes, as if she didn't have any fear about it, like a piece of pure white paper, innocent and innocent.Her golden eyes looked straight at me, then she tilted her head.

"Hello?" She greeted me, then hugged the doll in her hand.I looked at her carefully, and she just stood quietly by the table, not understanding, and her eyes turned back to the strawberry cake on the plate.I stepped forward, and people crowded back again, but no one stepped forward to drag her away.

"Where are your parents, sweet girl?" I was interested.His eyes were filled with madness that couldn't be concealed.The purple suit and gray-green curly hair are surprisingly amazing.Finally she was willing to look back at me. "My brother likes purple too—but he always wears purple shirts."

"Oh, what a coincidence!" I shouted exaggeratedly, and slowly approached the girl.She exudes a smell of sunshine, but years of gloom tell me that she is more than what she appears to be. "I like your curly hair too, is it natural?"

She nodded, "Yes, I am the same as my brother."

"You like your brother very much?"

"Uh...Second brother to be precise." She seemed to be stimulated by something, and her tone suddenly softened. "My elder brother treats me and my sister as imaginary enemies every day. In fact, it is completely unnecessary." She puffed her cheeks, like a proud little wild cat.

"What's your name?"

"Christina Steele, sign the contract on behalf of the Stark Group and the Wayne Group." She pushed the non-existent eyes on the bridge of her nose, "—by the way, visit the Arkham Mental Hospital." Her slender fingers have The lace tablecloth printed with small florals is rhythmically tapped, looking very relaxed. "Brother Jim said about Arkham Mental Hospital, and I know it, after all, my elder brother wants to lock my sister in."

"Your BJD doll is so cool, what's her name?" I raised an eyebrow, even though the gesture didn't change much on my face covered in **.

"Bettsy," she replied, "you are the second person to name Bettsy exactly what kind it is. The first was Anibal, who gave me my first doll."

"Then do you know who I am, cutie?"

"I know, it's obvious." Christina's eyes converged with mine, and I saw the lonely madness in those calm eyes. "You're the clown, Gotham's prince of crime. You're a lot like Brother Jim, a lot alike."

She seems a bit paranoid,

"You look down on these stupid goldfish from high above, and at the same time you don't lose your mind because of crime, you only sin for crime's sake."

— and a bit of astonishing intelligence.

It's damn cute, isn't it?

"Then do you think that person deserves to die?" I pointed to one of the crowd and asked.

The crowd receded immediately, leaving only one person who was pointed out kneeling on the ground.

"There is no death penalty in Gotham, but he really deserves to die." Christina's eyes instantly became horrified, without a trace of warmth or emotion. "A Gotham criminal, an arms dealer in the underground black market, and Ethan Mowright who has a lot to do with the upper echelons of Hydra."

"Yes, it is."

"I don't recommend you shoot," she said, though I could see her hands were clenched tightly.She seemed to be holding back her anger.

I rubbed her curly long hair, and within 30 seconds, the little bat came.

Click, exactly 5 minutes.

"Bah—"

I shot and killed that mowright.

"Let her go!" Little Bat's voice was very low, as if he had suppressed a lot of anger.

"I know you, Batman." Christina's profile was attached to the doll, "The Dark Knight of Gotham."

"Br..." she said slowly.

The author has something to say:

Allah, it's been really decadent lately.

I bought Saber's pillow and Merlin's pillow, but it still doesn't cheer me up QAQ

How easy it is to make a favorite 2333

Love each and every one of you!

Preview of the next chapter:

Alfred Pennyworth

The old sword pond has sunk...

sunk...

Shen..

The.

The king doesn't love me anymore, ah ah ah——

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