[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Both Miss Marple and Poirot expressed that this wave was a bit unbearable, and they wanted to go back to their room to be quiet.

Sherlock Holmes and Baguosha were left sitting face to face.

Or rather, leave Holmes, who is full of stress, sitting face to face with Bagels, who is sweating profusely.

Holmes folded his hands and asked calmly, "You should know why I am here."

The three detectives appeared in this hotel together, of course Baguoxia knew that this could not be a coincidence.

Thanks to these three detectives who are willing to lower their status to chat with him in their busy schedule.

But apparently, the time has come.

"You are here for Moriarty." He clenched his fist and said firmly, "Moriarty is now in Gotham, and as a member of Gotham, I respond to the call of justice and resolutely help you fight his arrogance .”

"No," Holmes denied his unrealistic delusions, "I have come for the friend who is traveling with you."

Baguoxia blinked: "For... Carl?"

"As soon as you entered New York, his number came out of the 'machine'. His name was not 'Carl', he was Frank Abagno Jr.," said Holmes.

"He has left Moriarty," Bagosha felt the need to help Carl explain, "he has not committed any crime..."

"Isn't it a crime to forge a check and bank 700 million in empty gloves? Sir."

Baguoxia opened her eyes wide.

Facing Sherlock Holmes at close range is already a lot of pressure, and what's more, the other party's words are "you are doomed".

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know if the trick of 'turning 360 degrees in mid-air as the tiger lands on the ground and kneeling, clinging to the calf and begging' will work for you." Bei Guoxia blurted out.

Holmes tilted his head and asked, "You want to defend him?"

Bei Guoxia didn't speak, feeling uncomfortable.

At first he didn't know that Carl was a criminal, and a deep friendship was established between them.

Suddenly Holmes told him that these were all false, even the name "Carl" was false.

More importantly, now, he finally knew the reason for the disagreement between Karl and Jason.

"He took the initiative to go to New York," Bagoxia tried to explain in a mess in his mind, "He knew that New York is the most dangerous place, but he still came here, so..."

"How can you be sure that he will meet his father when he comes to New York, and then continue to escape?"

Baguoxia was speechless.

"Surrendering yourself and being arrested are two different things." Unknowingly, his voice added a bit of pleading, "I will persuade him, so... please..."

"Human nature really has double standards." Seeing that Bei Guoxia was downcast, the system commented.

From the system's point of view, if Baguoxia and Karl weren't friends, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Empty glove bank money, right?

With a few keystrokes, please go to the Mahle Gobi Desert to plant trees and make up for the holes with your hard-working wages.

Baguoxia was very conflicted, but he never felt that Karl was an invisible rich man.

Except for the first meeting, I don't know how to get Jason an old hen stew.

At other times, Karl, like them, wandered together when he had no fixed place to live, and he didn't gain weight when he needed to eat bran and swallow vegetables.

Holmes seemed to be able to read minds and knew what he was thinking immediately, explaining: "The fbi recovered more than half of the money from his 'fiancée'."

"So he was really engaged?" Bei Guoxia raised her head, her eyes lit up.

"It is invalid now," said Holmes. "He took all the money to the girl's house and hid it. The police rushed so fast that he only had time to take a few notes."

Baguoxia remained silent.

In this case, at least, Karl didn't lie to them.

"But that doesn't mean anything," said Holmes.

Baguoxia smiled wryly.

He knew that he looked like a fool who had been auged by a scumbag, and he was still trying to find a trace of "truth" from the past relationship to comfort himself.

"I can't let you take him away like this." Baguoxia said.

Holmes seemed to know that he had more to say, so he remained silent.

Bei Guoxia explained: "He is now haunted by an old vampire, and he may choose a different path when he is cornered. We have to deal with this problem first."

"you and me?"

"No, me and him."

As soon as Bei Guoxia finished speaking, a hand came from behind and rubbed his head: "You are here."

He was taken aback, thinking it was Karl looking for him, but when he turned around, he found that it was the blond man he had seen on the elevator.

"you……"

"I asked you to wait for me here," the blond man locked Baguoxia's neck, and then said to Holmes, "Excuse me, man, I have something to do with him, can you talk to me tomorrow?"

After speaking, without waiting for an answer, he dragged Baguoxia off the chair.

Baguoxia grabbed his arm and saw that Holmes' eyes became very confused, as if he had been drugged, and watched them leave without any response.

"What did you do?" Baguoxia asked.

"A little trick."

He was thrown on the sofa in another corner of the room, and he sat down in a hurry.

Seen from this vantage point, Holmes leaves the room as if sleepwalking.

"Is he going to be okay?" Baguoxia asked worriedly.

Don't forget that Holmes didn't die at the hands of Moriarty or other criminals, but was stabbed in the back by a young man like him.

System: "This is the first time I've heard someone describe myself as 'Xiao Xiao', can you be more confident?"

Holding the computer in his arms, Bei Guoxia felt a surge of confidence:

Not afraid.

Send Moriarty to Holmes' room tonight, and keep Holmes too busy...

Then, the blond man shattered his self-confidence with one sentence:

"Your name is Baguoxia, and you killed the Clown and the Court of Owls in Gotham."

Bei Guoxia blurted out: "I'm not, I don't!"

At the same time, he was crazy about the Aite system in his heart: "Fuck, what's going on?"

System: "Don't panic, he is Constantine, a master of deception, and he is deceiving you!"

Bei Guoxia thought frantically: "Your voice is fluctuating, why don't you tell me not to panic?"

System: "I'm trembling tactically, understand? Although trembling, everything is according to my plan."

"It's useless to deny it," Constantine sneered, "Did you see my eyes?"

Baguoxia couldn't help looking into his eyes.

Plain blue eyes.

There was also no sign of sudden blood round eyes or white eyes.

Constantine said: "I can see other people's lives and hidden secrets. In my eyes, Superman is a no-magobun."

Leaving aside his outrageous description, Baguoxia asked curiously, "So who is Superman?"

"Clark..." Constantine coughed and pretended to say, "I can't tell you my last name. If I tell you my full name, he will fly over to settle accounts with us."

"He can hear us talking about him from such a distance?" Baguoxia expressed doubts.

"It depends on whether you have triggered his 'keyword'." Constantine replied.

Baguoxia pondered:

According to Constantine's description, this is not a superman, this is a website crawler, right?

System: "I suggest you get rid of this person as soon as possible."

Baguoxia: "Why?"

System: "I don't have confidence in your IQ, I'm afraid you will be sold out by him, and you will be worthless for him in turn."

"Who taught me to have confidence just now?"

System: "I'm sure I'm confident, but I don't trust you."

"..."

Baguoxia stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll go with you." Constantine also stood up and said.

"This...isn't appropriate?" Bagel Xia was sweating furiously.

"What's inappropriate? They're all men."

Bagel Xiamo had no choice but to hint desperately: "I'm gay, you are so handsome, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back, and I'll be impulsive towards you."

"Coincidentally, honey," Constantine stared at him and said with a half-smile, "I'm not that straight either, let's see how you can't control it."

Bei Guoxia blushed, sat down abruptly, and hugged herself tightly:

"I'm not going. I'm afraid you're the one who's greedy for me."

Constantine leaned over again, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

The current posture and expression of the two of them looked like hooligans harassing college students.

"Don't be so hostile, I won't tell people what you did."

Bei Guoxia murmured in her heart: You have no evidence...

"Instead, I will send Holmes away for you. You owe me a favor."

Constantine was persuasive and persuasive, "In the magical world, favors owed must be repaid."

On the verge of death, Bei Guoxia denied: "I never did what you said.

"And I had a good chat with Mr. Holmes, but you rushed over suddenly... Is this also a favor I owe you?"

"I don't care," Constantine threatened him, "no one in this world dares not to pay me back!

"You can ask what happens to those who refuse to pay their bills—oh, you can't find out, because they even have their ashes thrown away."

Baguoxia can't laugh or cry:

What kind of robber logic is this?

Bei Guoxia asked: "How do you want me to pay it back?"

He was mentally prepared to wait for Constantine to take out a bunch of unequal treaties for him to sign.

As a result, the other party pondered for a while and said, "I haven't thought about it, I'll talk about it later."

Baguoxia showed a question mark face.

Constantine raised the wine bottle, looking a little frustrated: "Now have a drink with me and talk to me."

"It's that simple?" Baguoxia was dubious.

After thinking about it, it's not easy. I have such a poor capacity for drinking, and I will scribble immediately after drinking a glass.

Write "Happy Birthday Stark" while awake.

If you get drunk, you might write "Happy Constantine's Day".

"For your safety, don't drink with me." He said sincerely.

Constantine glanced at him and touched his forehead: "I don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm serious." Baguoxia said seriously, "Give me a Coke."

"I didn't stop you," Constantine looked at him strangely, "Go get it yourself."

"..."

Baguoxia could not help but glance at the door.

"Don't even try to run away," Constantine immediately threatened, "You owe me a favor, you can't run away."

Seeing his appearance, Bei Guoxia couldn't help asking:

"Honestly, is your last name 'Lannister'?"

Bei Guoxia came back with a large bottle of Coke, sat down and asked:

"How did your clothes look like that when we first met?"

Now, of course, Constantine's trench coat is clean.

"I caught a toilet demon."

Konstantin replied boredly, "All that dung sprayed out and splashed on the windbreaker, that's my fucking job."

Baguoxia imagined those liquids, and looked at the Coke in the bottle with complicated emotions:

Do you still drink it?

Then, he grasped the point: "Do you know how to deal with demons?"

Bei Guoxia came back feeling dizzy with the computer on her back.

Carl had already made his choice between the two single beds in the room, lying on one of them and watching TV.

Seeing him come back, Karl asked in wonder, "Why are you back so late?"

Baguoxia is very embarrassed, but to tell the truth:

"Meet someone who is particularly talkative."

Listening to Constantine's talk is like listening to a free talk show.

Attack politics, attack humanities, attack history, attack humans, attack heaven, attack hell.

Until parting with the drunk Constantine in the corridor, Baguoxia's mind was still buzzing.

English is full of British accents, and a set of freshly baked phrases are in my ears.

This feeling, for Baguoxia, is very nostalgic.

It's like listening to the people at the next table pitch your startup in a restaurant or coffee shop.

There is still a bit of regret.

It would be great to meet Constantine the day before the fourth and sixth grade exams.

Guaranteed that "areyouok" can no longer wash his brain.

Carl jokingly asked: "What evil relationship have you met again?"

Bei Guoxia was lying on his back on another bed, stretching his arms and legs.

Hearing Carl's words, the classic old saying suddenly appeared in his mind:

What and what flowers are about to bloom, what and what stars gather, the gears of fate start to turn... forget about the rest.

Carl turned off the TV, and Baguoxia walked into the bathroom.

As soon as he turned on the faucet, he remembered one thing, and immediately left the bathtub, and took the computer on the chair next to him:

Yes, Moriarty will be sent to Holmes' room.

It's not too late, so that nothing will happen tomorrow.

People are still in Gotham at night, and the scene will jump to New York.

Moriarty stared at the moonlight outside the window with a look of disbelief.

Also incredible is Watson.

"Why are you in Holmes' room with your toothbrush and no clothes?" he asked in great horror.