Is boyfriend the dark knight today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Clarion didn't bring Bruce any useful news.

This was expected by Bruce. Clarion's ability to point out that 'there are other worlds merging with this world' was far beyond Bruce's expectations.

In the absence of Sherlock, it is impossible to reach the same conclusion with money alone.

And Clarion is just a mercenary.

The mercenary briefly exchanged a few words with Bruce about his recent discoveries, and he didn't intend to stay for a while, so he left quickly—Bruce wasn't even sure why the other party asked him out, obviously the information could be found in Communicate on the phone.

The man sat on the chair and thought about it, but he didn't come up with a reason.

He stood up and walked back.

Clarion's appointment was not far from the apartment he was living in now - in fact, the place where they met was by the lake that Bruce saw yesterday.

The place where the two meet is on a bench in the park.

It was still early, and Bruce was not in a hurry to go back to the apartment arranged by O'Brien, but walked along the park.

It was already late when he arrived in America last night, and he was sitting in the car again.When I entered this park today, I realized that the environment here is indeed quite good.

Many people brought food to the park and sat on the benches to enjoy it slowly. It was quite pleasant to see that posture.There are also some sitting on the benches reading the newspaper, or walking on the sidewalk...

A leg suddenly stretched out in front of him, and it will block Bruce. If he hadn't reacted in time, he might be tripped by the other party.

Bruce glanced at the owner of the long leg that appeared out of nowhere—it was a person sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. The newspaper was too huge and completely blocked the other person's face.

He was thinking that the other party might have acted unconsciously, when the huge newspaper shook and was folded by its owner, revealing the blocked face.

The young detective put the folded newspaper aside, pulled the corner of his mouth, and gave Bruce a smirk: "What a coincidence."

"..."

"What did you talk to that rich man you just walked by?" said the detective.

Bruce didn't answer.He glanced over the newspaper that Sherlock had set aside with the headline 'Ogre captured...', moved the paper aside, and sat down.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Bruce did send a message to Sherlock last night, but he didn't tell him where he lived - moreover, the detective should have returned to England.

"I accepted a commission." Sherlock said, and couldn't help poking his lips, "Can you believe that there is a government agency here in the United States who wants me to help them find all the spies—this should be Letterman's specialty."

As he spoke, his eyes scanned Bruce's attire, trying to find out the information he wanted to know.

Bruce ignored Sherlock's scrutiny.

The information Mr. Detective wants to know is difficult to cover up through deliberate concealment, and with Sherlock's peak observation skills, Bruce doesn't think he can completely deceive the other party—especially when he meets Sherlock unprepared .

However, it is indeed strange that a government agency in the United States entrusts Sherlock to investigate spies.

Not that Sherlock isn't good at it.Bruce dared to say that Sherlock could find all the spies with just a few glances and a few words of conversation at most.In this regard, the agency really found the right people.

After all, however, Mr. Detective is also an Englishman.As a national agency of the United States, it is indeed quite courageous to dare to find people from other countries to do this.

Letterman is indeed a much better choice.

——"Letterman went to the primeval forest." Bruce said, just now, Clarion told him about it, "It is said that he is studying whether all human beings share the same set of micro-expressions."

"To study the twitching of their facial muscles in the primeval forest?" Sherlock said. "Boring."

He didn't bring up the question about Clarion again, as if he just asked casually just now.

"About the matter I mentioned to you last time—" He sat up straight, changed his posture from sitting on the bench just now, his gray-green eyes sparkled, "I have made some progress."

Bruce pursed his lower lip.

He began to wonder if he was a little too involved in his love relationship with Dawn, why both Sherlock and Clarion made new discoveries in investigating the fusion of worlds, but he has been finding nothing?

Bruce didn't really have to compare anything...but he was subtly unaccustomed to it.

Sherlock didn't care about Bruce's little emotions - when he was in high spirits, he didn't care what the people around him thought, and only cared about his own excited speech.

"I found a few people who seemed to be from other worlds," he said.

The detective took out a few photos from his pocket, and placed them one by one on the bench between the two of them in the order he had arranged before: "Ye Ye, a Chinese mixed-race American, a Wall Street trader , Internet celebrity, worth over [-] million—I have encountered some small troubles recently."

What was displayed was a photo of a very beautiful woman with black wavy curly hair and deep facial features. Even through the photo, one could see the aura of a strong woman.

"What's the trouble?" Bruce asked.

"There were three men living with her, each of whom had a small achievement, but all claimed to be the husband of this lady, and voluntarily shared this wonderful girl with others-apparently the three men have finally come to their senses now It's gone." Sherlock said, and took out another photo, "Aivia Hope, you will encounter murder cases wherever you go, and now the police are reasonably suspecting that he is the murderer who hid his identity very well."

Still a beautiful woman.

Bruce took a look: "They didn't suspect it before?"

"Aivia has been involved in nearly [-] murders before. Unfortunately, she is considered an innocent person-apparently the police have finally decided not to use their little heads to raise fish." He said, revealing One laughed, "Actually, she is very interesting."

Bruce reasonably suspects that Sherlock probably just likes the cases that he can always meet with Aivia.

"Kassem Sink." The third photo was placed on the chair, "except for the fact that he owns billions of dollars, he is nothing special."

"What happened to him?" Bruce asked.

Sherlock smirked: "I'm sorry that billions of dollars of property was suddenly found not to belong to him."

Bruce was puzzled.It sounds like the man was an innocent victim—or a fusion of worlds.

"After investigation, all his property came from other people's accounts. The records showed that the transferor took the initiative to transfer the money, but the original owner of the property denied it, and sued Sinke for using hypnosis-like abilities to seize other people's property."

"Obviously, trouble abounds."

"There's one last one," Sherlock said, pulling out the last photo. "I'm not entirely sure if he's from another world—I reasonably doubt it."

"Klare Herman." In the photo was a young man dressed like a gentleman from the 89s.

"If we know the same person," Bruce said, "he's dead." He looked at the person in the photo again, but couldn't see any difference in the other person.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message, apparently asking for information about Klare.

"What happened to him?" Bruce looked at the photo.In the morning, Dawn left in a hurry when he heard the news of the other party's death, so that Bruce left an impression on the name.

The people in the photo are dressed a little exaggeratedly, but there doesn't seem to be anything particularly out of the ordinary.

"He suddenly showed an astonishing IQ, and moved from the edge of the family to the center." Sherlock sent a text message, and answered him casually, "I suspect this is because the two space-time homotopes overlap, and the other homotope's personality ability dominated the competition."

Just as he was talking, his phone vibrated twice.

Mr. Detective flicked the screen to read the incoming message.

"Oh, misjudgment," he said, reaching for the picture of Klare, "clearly a poor bastard at the behest of someone else."

"The remaining three," said Sherlock, "you should see something is wrong?"

Bruce thought for a while: "There are abnormal phenomena on the body, and no one suspects it?"

"A good idea." The detective picked up three more photos.

"Ms. Ye often posts the daily life of herself and her husbands on her personal social networking site—it's amazing, and no fan has ever felt that there is anything wrong with it." He said, "Her things were the first thing I noticed. .”

"Miss Hope, I feel sorry for the brains of the policemen who have dealt with her before." The detective deadpanned, "She was the second."

"It is worth mentioning that there was a previous case where I participated in the investigation, and I also came to the conclusion that she was not the murderer - and no one felt very strange at that time, even though she had been killed many times in the past half month. Turned up at the police station."

"Perhaps the fusion of worlds has already begun at that time," Bruce said, "it's just that the degree of fusion has not yet reached the standard that makes people around you realize that something is wrong?"

"Mr. Sink—nothing to say, and I don't understand who the property was at the time. He was the last one."

Sherlock found very few samples, but this was not an easy task in the first place - the fusion of worlds itself is hidden, and there is an unknown energy concealing the occurrence of this matter.If Sherlock hadn't paid special attention, the affairs of these three people might have been covered up directly.

After all, the first one can be explained because of love, the second... luck is a mysterious thing, and the third one can also be explained by hypnosis.

The most special one is the second woman pointed out by Sherlock - Miss Hope, she is the only one who had contact with Sherlock before she was found to be wrong.

Sherlock looked up at Bruce, "What do you think?"

The author has something to say:

Three prototypes of the world: the ancient Mary Su n, p; the suspenseful heroine of death; the male protagonist with some kind of golden finger (my personal setting is the system reward)

I feel like I'm complaining about something

Brain-burning time: see who can introduce the law of world fusion (two)

emmm and later, I will unify the style of the one-sentence introduction and become my confession to everyone... Seriously, my friends who read this book for the sake of emotional lines

no need, no need

Look at the introduction of a sentence and skip the chapters. I followed the background of a couple... My chapter titles seem to have emotional lines, but most of them are not.

On the contrary, there are more serious emotional lines in the chapters

I don’t know whether to pity you who spent money and didn’t see the emotional line, or pity the plot line that I was ruthlessly skipped

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[A moment of silence for Uncle Ba, who passed away in a flash, he is probably the most insignificant and least existential supporting role in this article]

[I don't believe you will notice him when you watch it for the first time]