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

"Name?"

Type, "Baguette Summer."

"gender?"

Type, "Male."

"age?"

Type, "Eighteen."

"Tell me about the past?"

Type, "past facts refer to..."

"Your past."

Typing, "Oh, I started writing in the first grade of elementary school. The first work that has a beginning and an end is called "The Evil Prince and the Vengeful Knight". ...Later I wrote "School Master: Forbidden Games After School", in fact, the teacher gave driving lessons to the students..."

Holmes looked at the screen thoughtfully.

Bei Guoxia realized something and continued to type: "I'm sorry, I got carried away and wrote too much. The main reason is that few people would ask me about my life before I became famous."

System: "Famous...?"

Bei Guoxia calmly reminded: "Deadly writer, you forgot? Didn't you come to me because you fancy my reputation?"

System: "convex"

Holmes asked: "Why are you in Gotham?"

Baguoxia's hand stopped.

The system gloated: "Is it embarrassing? Saying that you are time-traveling may cause trouble, and Holmes will suspect you if you make it up and make up a loophole..."

Bei Guoxia typed: "Why? I'm also looking for the reason now."

The system was dumbfounded: "Is this okay? Do you think you are Kamen Rider Wang Xiaoming?"

System: "Sherlock Holmes will not accept this explanation. He will definitely see that you are lying at a glance, keep trying to figure out the truth about you, and finally..."

Baguoxia continued to type: "'Holmes has sufficient evidence to prove that Baguoxia is a good person and has nothing to do with the Pharaoh. He is willing to help Baguoxia prove his innocence'."

Holmes nodded. "That makes sense."

While writing on the paper, he said to himself: "Will it be convincing if you say it like this? No, but..."

System: "He accepted? Holmes, wake up!"

Bei Guoxia sighed, and asked in her heart: "What do you think I am doing now?"

System: "You're answering Sherlock Holmes...you're typing, damn it!"

Baguoxia thought: "I won. From the moment Tony handed me the 'lazy typewriter', even Sherlock Holmes will not be able to tell what I'm doing."

In the beginning, he used a computer to code words. He needed to be careful not to be discovered by the people around him, so he could only act in secret.

Later, typing on a mobile phone was even more of a disaster.

Now, he is sitting in a wheelchair, and he only needs to use his brain, and the words will appear on the screen quickly and soundlessly, forming words, and creating reality at will.

After discovering this, he didn't want to be separated from the wheelchair.

"I have finally tapped this ability to the level of invincibility." Baguoxia laughed sinisterly in her heart, "From now on, I will stand in the sky."

System: "...I only have one sentence."

Baguoxia: "What?"

System: "It's impossible for Aizen to be so wretched."

Bei Guoxia recalled the tone just now, and had to admit that it was right.

System: "Holmes has no doubts about you, but what if you are really a pharaoh? Are you really going to destroy a city?"

Baguoxia asked: "Will you stop me?"

System: "You are my host, and I will give you the ability to do whatever you want. Rather, the more things you do, the more energy I will get—oh, you won't change your mind, will you? "

It became enthusiastic: "Do you want to conquer the world? Do you want to take over the harem? Do you want to be a heartthrob? From now on, just a brain wave..."

Bei Guoxia was speechless, and said angrily: "I've never heard that the host is trying to be a good person, and the system is on the sidelines to stir up trouble. Please explain, is your real name called qb?"

System: "Hey, it made me happy for nothing. It would be a waste not to use this ability against humanity, you know?"

Baguoxia taught it: "Don't be so obvious next time, okay? I don't know people have rebellious psychology? The more you want to educate a person to become a good person, the less he wants to do it. Similarly, the more you trick a person to become bad , the more he wants to go to a good place. Let me ask you, what is the pleasure of doing bad things?"

System: "... what is it?"

Bei Guoxia was categorical: "I saw you trying to stop me, but I couldn't do anything with you."

system:"……"

Bei Guoxia: "So you shouldn't have such a clear purpose from the very beginning, making troubles with your mouth full.

"Instead, you keep your mouth shut and unfathomable.

"When I plan to kill someone, you must jump out and stop it, and if you talk about Chen Zhu Neo-Confucianism, I guarantee that I can kill people more happily than Li Kui tearing people up.

"When I plan to be a heartthrob, you have to jump out and accuse me of this or that, and I will definitely not succeed. I guarantee that the first chapter and three paragraphs will be love at first sight, second sight and pity at first sight, and love at first sight. Unambiguous.

"Every time I succeed, you must be beside me with heartbroken, crying, wanting to commit suicide on the spot for being sorry to his seventh uncle and grandpa. That would make me happier. When I feel happier, I will be more willing to make trouble."

System: "...Then let's do it all over again?"

Bei Guoxia: "It's late. I already know what you really want, and I won't let you succeed."

System: "Isn't my fucking meow also doing good for you?!"

Bei Guoxia smiled triumphantly: "Now you know how difficult people's rebellious psychology is?"

System: "What if you use this ability to make you a well-known writer?"

Bei Guoxia: "...I didn't understand."

System: "Did you understand? Don't play dumb! Your writing skills don't need to change, but you can use this ability to make your novels sell well, and finally become a generation of writers. Would you like to do it?"

Baguoxia was silent.

This time it was the system's turn to smile triumphantly: "What? Reverse psychology doesn't work anymore?"

Bei Guoxia's face was contorted: "You know, the important criterion for judging a writer is whether his articles can appear in textbooks, or in the reading questions of test papers."

system:"……"

Bei Guoxia covered her face: "I can't do this. I really can't imagine a group of high school students reading aloud in the morning reading: 'He, Jin Bing, who is infatuated with wealth, has planted a lifetime for Lei Xiaogu'."

The system also trembled, and said comfortingly, "It can be used as extracurricular reading in summer vacation."

Bei Guoxia: "You mean to take a summer vacation with great difficulty, and get back a bunch of extracurricular readings from school, all of which are similar to 'Overbearing and evil Darkseid looked at the little sweet cat Sangong under the meteor shower, and thought he was so beautiful. It’s an angel’ thing, and you still need to write [-] words after reading it?”

system:"……"

At this moment, Holmes clapped his hands and said to Baguosha: "There is nothing wrong with these testimony."

Bei Guoxia grinned, instead of typing this time, she nodded directly and whispered, "Thank you."

In this way, Holmes' interrogation of Baguoxia directly became Holmes's own persuasion, and he had to give a flawless testimony to S.H.I.E.L.D.

The system reminded him: "What about surveillance?"

Bei Guoxia: "From the monitoring, do I have a problem with him? I neither took off my clothes and pasted him like the beautiful agent, begging him to forgive me, nor was I tortured like the tough guy agent. Middle finger to him...I just sat quietly in my wheelchair and answered his questions with my head. There was nothing wrong with that."

Baguoxia: "Besides, there is the easiest way to know who the pharaoh really is."

System: "What is it?"

Baguoxia: "Verification."

After finishing speaking, Bei Guoxia typed: "The pharaoh danced the onion dance live in front of the whole world, and the audience shouted that it was too cute and gave rewards like crazy."

System: "Not to mention anything else, the content of your sentence is very biased."

After waiting for 5 minutes, Baguoxia didn't respond that she wanted to dance.

Next, he browses the news.

A shocking scene appeared:

Nothing happened, nothing on the news.

Bei Guoxia: "Someone framed me, stone hammer, there is no such person as Pharaoh!"

Just in case, he verified a second time:

"After the pharaoh danced the green onion dance, he was about to break one leg to the head, 'Baiji Wufengwan, he is good, and I am also good.'

"His incomparably powerful ability to bring goods led to orders flying in like snowflakes. In a blink of an eye, the sales volume far exceeded one billion."

Watching the news again, still nothing happened.

There are also no videos of "genius with goods" on Youtubie.

It would be a lie to say that Baguoxia was not disappointed at all.

A way to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life by bringing goods was cut off.

After solving one problem, several problems arise:

Since there is no pharaoh, who is behind his back?What is the purpose?

It feels good to be acquitted.

Baguoxia slid out of the interrogation room in a wheelchair, followed by Holmes with his own "testimonies".

Besides Carl, James and Natasha were waiting outside the door.

The atmosphere is a little unnatural.

Bei Guoxia came to them and typed for them: "What did I miss?"

"The two of them were lovers before." Carl said slowly.

"What? No!" James retorted loudly.

"You think too much," said Natasha at the same time.

"Well, before the two of them," Carl raised his hands, pointing to double quotation marks, "'not the ex'."

Baguoxia narrowed her eyes and smiled.

He was supposed to talk, he could make a sound.

But if he speaks now, there is no way to explain why he did not speak in the interrogation room and only typed.

So he decided to play dumb for a while longer until he left S.H.I.E.L.D.

Connor flew in through the window and landed in front of Baguoxia.

Seeing the wheelchair, he didn't show a shocked expression. It seems that Karl has already notified him.

He looked at Baguoxia with a complicated expression, took a deep breath as if making up his mind, and then walked forward.

What happened next completely exceeded Baguoxia's expectations.

Karl was leaning against the wall, but now he straightened up suddenly.

James whistled briefly, and Natasha slapped him on the back of the head.

Holmes felt nothing, glanced at it, and continued to look at the testimony in his hand, thinking about what was missing.

Fury appeared in front of them, like a patrolling class teacher, and shouted: "What are you doing?!"

The mouths of the two parties were very busy, and no one paid any attention to him.

Connor let go of his hand and looked away.

Nervously, he stammered, "It's a very common, French way of saying hello."

The three adults who were watching the play by the side all expressed their disapproval with various actions.

"I don't know if he will kiss everyone present in order to strengthen his persuasion." Carl said in a low voice.

"Better not, he will regret it." James looked at Fury and said with experience.

After being let go, Baguoxia's focus has been on the other side.

"You can control your power?" he asked pleasantly.

I still remember the last time when Connor hugged a plane when he was excited.

"I broke a lot of things downstairs before." Connor explained, his tense shoulders relaxed, showing a bit of shyness, "Then I went to the Antarctic, where I broke two icebergs, and a group of penguins ran Come out and be chased by fur seals..."

"Have you recorded it?" Baguoxia immediately asked, "I really want to watch it."

Connor opened his mouth halfway, scratched the back of his head, and admitted later: "It's recorded."

He took out his cell phone.

They bumped their heads together and watched the video of the sea dog chasing the penguin together.

"What the hell are they doing?" Fury asked incomprehensibly.

"Obviously, Chief," Karl explained to them gravely, "that's a French way of saying hello."

After speaking, he embraced Natasha and touched her lips: "Like this."

"Hey!" James forcibly tore the two apart, warning, "Don't touch Tasha!"

"Of course, 'not Mr. Couple'." Carl snorted disapprovingly.

"I already have a boyfriend," Natasha said coolly, "so there will be no next time."

Carl shivered, looked at Baguoxia and Connor, changed the topic and asked, "How is the sea dog?"

Fury glared at them all.

This gaze was the murderous gaze of a bureau chief with no hair on his head.

"Are there any other Frenchmen here who would like to say hello?" he asked dryly.

Nobody spoke.

"very good."

Fury watched them, one by one.

He first stuffed a stack of rectangular papers into Connor's hand:

"This is your bill, Mr. Connor. Everything you destroyed in S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to be compensated at the original price."

Carl was about to chime in when Fury gagged him with a stack of papers:

"Here is your notice to appear, Mr. Abagnale, and you will be prosecuted in fourteen countries."

Both Connor and Carl were busy checking the numbers.

One is to look at the amount and the other is to look at the date.

Holmes handed the testimony in his hand to Fury, but was flatly rejected:

"For now, Mr. Holmes, thank you for your help, but he is bailed."

"Who is it?" Natasha and James asked at the same time.

"No matter your business," Fury looked at them aggressively, "this is your transfer application order, Romanov, and you, Sergeant Barnes, this is yours."

He flicked the hem of his clothes and walked back and forth, arranging everyone except Bei Guoxia clearly.

Bei Guoxia's heart ached, it felt as if the head teacher was handing out the report card, everyone was called by name and knew the score, but he was the only one who couldn't hear from him for a long time.

Fury looked at those people and asked, "Why are you still here?"

"What are you going to do?" Connor grabbed the handle of Baguosha's wheelchair, as if Fury was going to pull a surface-to-air missile from under his windbreaker in a second-maybe he really could do it.

Fury bullied him with that intimidating one-eyed eye, with zero effect.

After quickly making judgments about the scene, Fury explained: "Just talking."

The others withdrew to the next room, and Fury looked at Baguoxia and asked, "What did Stark tell you?"

Bei Guoxia looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Stark said that after a group of people kidnapped you, they beat you seriously. Doctor Strange saved you, and you stayed with them all the time." Fury said impatiently, "When you were together, he What did you say?"

Baguoxia typed: "He treated my injuries, helped me make this wheelchair, and nothing else."

Fury stared at him.

Bei Guoxia and him looked at each other with a pure and innocent expression, just like the embodiment of innocence.

"I'll keep an eye on you," Fury said.

Baguo Xia pondered how much it would affect his life if he was paid special attention by the boss of a top secret service team:

The monitors around him will be everywhere. Whether you take a shower, eat or go to the toilet, it will be turned into a report and sent to Fury's desk.

He was followed by agents every day, recording who he met and what he ate.

If he did something out of the ordinary, there would be a man in black running with a pen to erase his memory.

Thinking of this, Bei Guoxia asked: "Do you have a pen that can erase other people's memories?"

Fury denied: "No."

Baguoxia let out a long sigh of relief.

"But there are pens that can make people demented."

Bei Guoxia immediately typed a line of words on the screen with brain waves: "No need, I will help you save money."

This line of words worked, and Fury nodded accordingly: "SHIELD has been really tight financially recently."

Hearing that S.H.I.E.L.D. was financially strained, Baguoxia regretfully let go:

He originally wanted to add another sentence, changing Connor's debt to repayment in hundred years.

Since S.H.I.E.L.D. is financially tight, it's better not to add insult to injury.

"Why were you suddenly able to speak just now, but now you can't?" Fury continued to ask.

At this moment, Bei Guoxia's back was covered with sweat.

This old agent couldn't be fooled easily.

He said vaguely: "Speaking suddenly... yes, why is that? I'm also looking for the reason now."

Fury stared at him utterly disapproving.

Baguoxia had no choice but to continue to explain: "This may be from the distant and mysterious French power."

Fury asked back: "Surrender?"