Workaholic

Although he said that he wanted to return to China, Wang Chaohua would not be so stupid as to rush to the police station and shouted loudly, "I am a smuggler! I don't have an ID card yet! I am living in your country." Mix it up! Not only that, but I also want to make your family's signboard, and dance on the head of Curly Fortune and the British government!!!"

"Come on!! Take me home!!"

I was afraid that he would be slapped to death before returning to China.

Just after the terrorist attack happened, he ran away and was still witnessing the scene. It is too suspicious to say that it has nothing to do with it.

The point is that I don't have the files of the People's Republic of China, that is to say, he has no human rights, bah, even the country can't recognize him.

But he really wanted to get on the plane and stand shoulder to shoulder with Dongfanghong.

Or if he is a Super Saiyan, he can jump into the sea, from the Baltic Sea to the Indian Ocean, and then to the Pacific Ocean, and then enter the Yellow Sea, no, it’s still the Mekong River, and go upstream.

He couldn't sit still.

Damn, I never thought that I would be so patriotic in my life.

If time can be turned back and go back to the college entrance examination, he will definitely be able to promote the main theme of socialism, and use the words with rich voice and emotion to move the grading teacher to the crap.

A dark-haired young man sits on a park bench with his head bowed.

There are not many people in the park, and it is far away from the riot zone.

Jimmy was not far away, with a pair of blue eyes staring closely at the young man next to him, as if he was afraid that the other party would run away halfway, the boy's blue eyes became dark and sinister, completely different from a normal sunny youth child.

The western boy bit his fingertips morbidly until his mouth was full of rust.

Probably...he didn't understand.

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand.

Why, why did Danny suddenly want to go back to the country, Jimmy thought, obviously, aren't they already a family?

Danny was picked up by him, he met him first, he has no relatives in this world, why would he want to go back to China? !

HEISMINE

he's mine

We should be the only relatives.

Children wandering on the fringes of society, no matter how normal they look, always have a sense of uncertainty and fear. They have no place of their own, and everything they hold in their hands may be destroyed in the next second. Companion] Looted clean.

Therefore, hold them tightly in your hands, and when no one is looking, the vicious dogs will bite and swallow them, and don't even leave the smell.

But Danny is not an object, so let’s row to [Family].

We are one.

we will be together forever.

Everything about us can be shared.

We should be more important [family members] than [companions].

Jimmy couldn't resist thinking about the word betrayal. He changed his mind, maybe the incident just now scared him. After all, it's so scary, it's normal for Danny to be scared.

return home?Maybe it's just anger.

"Danny," Jimmy touched his wrist, and finally asked aloud, "What are you thinking, sitting there alone."

"Huh?" Wang Chaohua was startled by the sound, and followed the sound source to look over.

He was so engrossed in thinking that he almost forgot that there was another person here.

"I'm thinking about how I want to go back." The black-haired young man replied.

Jimmy: "..."

The boy clenched his fists.

With a husky and youthful London accent that belonged to a young man, he rang in his ears: "When is Danny going to leave? Are you in a hurry? Why do you want to go back?"

"Because..." Wang Chaohua found an excuse: "Because I'm homesick."

But am I not your [family]! ! ! ? ?

Isn't your family already dead? ? !

- I am I am I am! ! !

IS--ME!!

Jimmy was about to scream, his eyes wandered away from the fair neck of the young man, almost wanting to pinch it for a moment, causing everything to be completely shattered.

But he didn't do it, he held back.

"Have you decided?" the boy asked calmly.

Wang Wanghua felt the coldness, but under the sunlight, his field of vision was only filled with warm red and purple, and he could only vaguely see the blurred figure belonging to the boy.

Wang Chaohua has always believed that his self-consciousness is unexpectedly accurate, as long as things are within the scope of his imagination.

If it was before, he would definitely think that he was suspicious, but when he almost died once, everything seemed to need to be careful, just like just now, he felt the sudden tyranny and malice in the Western youth in front of him .

From the friendliness and gentleness before, it seemed to reveal the nature beneath the appearance.

It was when he, because of the fear of death, pulled the opponent out of the crowd like crazy, and then the opponent asked him why.

But what is the opponent plotting?

Is there anything noteworthy about him?Do you think he has mystical powers?Intuition is a fart mysterious power?Human beings are not as capable of exploring dangers as animals.

It is because he hates to use his brain that he has been doing simple and rough part-time jobs.

The best way to stay out of trouble is to shut up and talk less, Gou.

Those who know how to fight will win.

He senses danger.

Then believe in yourself, if there is a danger, you can't be like a foolish boy who, when the boss breaks into the door, still foolishly pretends to be like Zhi Teng.

Wang Wanghua raised his head and looked at the boy.

The smile was like water, but with a stabbing pain like a knife.

"Now, Jimmy, I'm leaving."

must go.

At that moment, the blood filled the throat for an instant.

"How come?!" The man on the sofa jumped up all of a sudden, staring at the computer screen with sharp, strange-colored pupils, and his eyeballs moved quickly.

"No, no, the explosion, why did it choose such a close place?"

The explosion occurred within three blocks of each other.

Today is only the second day since the murder was discovered.

The man looked at the wall. It was a map of London. Various traffic lines were densely intertwined on the map, and even many small alleys were marked. It looked dizzy.

"Show off, he's showing off," Sherlock said to himself. "It's a provocation, because I've found his trail."

There is something wrong with this case.

Something is being overlooked.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the photo he had taken on the table.

Scotland Yard Police Station.

Lestrade looked at the detective in front of him almost convulsively. After a while, he calmed down and took a sip of coffee to calm down.

"What did you say you were going to do?" Lestrade suspected that his ears had misheard.

Sherlock was obviously impatient, and it was a waste of time to say a sentence twice.

"I think all your organs are obviously normal," the detective in a black trench coat sneered blankly. "Scotland Yard obviously won't hire a person who can't understand normal language or is disabled."

Lestrade: ...

That's enough, why the sudden personal attack! ?

Do you have to mock Scotland Yard every day?

The police officer obviously had a headache, but he still tried to explain in the face of Sherlock's bad temper: "The investigation is not so easy, let alone waste so much manpower and material resources, and the murderer has been identified, it is only a matter of time before you catch him. Now he suddenly said that there is another behind him..."

"Mastermind." The consulting detective answered coldly.

"Well, there's no evidence for this, and you can't make a random judgment like this." The police officer looked at the name on the table, and the suspect being tracked next to it.

Constable Lestrade tries to reason with Sherlock.

"Random judgment?" The consulting detective raised an eyebrow: "You think I judge at will? It's ridiculous, don't you think about it with your own brains?"

"Didn't you find something wrong with this case and the last one? These two people are almost withdrawn and have a limited range of contacts, but both of them have an unknown handover person, and part of their online records are Cleared." Sherlock held up his phone, on which was a statistical graph, and said: "These two are obviously just ordinary goldfish, but such a novice can commit more than three crimes in a row. Although the technique is unfamiliar, the method is indeed ingenious. .”

"Obviously," Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "They didn't have the brains to figure it out."

"And your goldfish brains are so stupid because you never know how to think!"

As an ordinary goldfish, the police officer doesn't want to talk anymore.

He would rather face a woman in a rage than reason with Sherlock.

"Listen, now the bombing case has taken away a lot of people, and it has already caused panic among the people. If they know that a blasting lunatic is still wandering around in this area, it will seriously damage the government's credibility and public support. Besides, you don’t have direct evidence, so relying on your extraordinary judgment alone won’t do.”

Sherlock's brow furrowed.

Even though Lestrade still believed in Sherlock, he really had no right to transfer without permission. "I can only try to arrange for technicians to pay attention to you."

This was the most help Lestrade could do now.

"Or you can go to that..."

Sherlock's face darkened instantly.

The man turned and walked out of the police station.

Only ghosts will go to that dead fat man.

Sherlock was wearing a windbreaker and walking quickly.

He wants to return to the scene of a crime.

"Mr. Holmes... Please wait a moment." A figure protruded from the alley next to him.The boy was wearing obviously old clothes and called out to the people in front.

A pair of blue eyes and brown hair.

wanderer.

do not know.

The smile is false.

Extreme personality.The consulting detective scanned the boy's fingernails, which were uneven, with traces of teeth grinding, dark red blood stains between the nails, and slight puncture marks around the corners of the mouth, which were made by himself. Masochistic tendencies, obviously something unpleasant just happened.

But it has nothing to do with him, Sherlock looked away indifferently.

"You came here to tell me the news," the consulting detective cut to the chase: "Where did you meet him?"

Jimmy clicked, and the detective in front of him directly pulled out a check for fifty pounds from his pocket.

"I seem to see him, but I'm not sure." The boy avoided the man's eyes.

This man's eyes were like knives, so sharp that he felt as if he had been cut open... There was also a disgusting indifference.

High above.

"I saw another figure beside him."

The consulting detective raised an eyebrow.

Jimmy continued.

"—I heard the man address him as [Professor]"

The author has something to say: Well, some little angels asked about the appearance of Zeus, because the two are not in the same mythology system, one is Greek mythology, and the other is Norse mythology, but I wrote that it is a parallel universe, which is actually a private design. , because when I was in junior high school, I saw a girl show, which contained various myths mixed together, including Zeus and Loki, etc., so I wrote it directly.

The textual research party pays attention to lightning protection.

After all... the Rocky here is still a propagandist who started to engage in a cult (whisper bb)

OK, thank you all for your support.

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(take a sip)

I'm going to draw manga!Happy Lantern Festival everyone!