me and my vest

"The weather is nice today, isn't it?" Frass took a bite of the sandwich in his hand, "At least it didn't rain today."

"The sky is still gloomy, what's the use." Gordon sighed, and fell heavily on the driver's seat. "The sun hasn't come out yet."

Judging by Gordon's appearance, the sun he was talking about was of course not just the real sun.

When will the sun of Gotham, the hope of Gotham, appear?

Although the police car was parked by the side of the road, the gangsters and thieves did not restrain themselves at all. They still squatted together, smoking cigarettes and chatting loudly - because the bosses of the gang they belonged to had paid protection fees to the police station long ago.

There is little difference between a gang and a police department.

Frass was holding the benefits he had just received, "I said, Gordon, do you want to take some too?"

"I won't take it."

"If you continue like this, you will be killed by Falcone sooner or later." Frass chewed the food in his mouth, "You have to enter this system."

"Let's talk about it at that time." Gordon opened the car door, "You continue to eat, we will leave later, no problem, right? I'll go get some air."

"Of course." Frasby gave an OK gesture.

Gordon got out of the car, looked around and decided to smoke a cigarette in the alley next to him. He really didn't want to see those punks at all. Their behavior seemed to slap him in the face.

The police badge on his body also seemed to emit a hot temperature, mocking his useless master.

"Please, don't, don't take these away!" The scantily clad woman tugged desperately at her satchel, even daring to amplify her voice, "I am willing, I can take myself, whatever you want... "

This is obviously a prostitute.

"What I want is your money! Let me go!"

"No, really no, if I don't pay the higher-ups, I will die!"

"I care about you..."

Just as Gordon pulled out the pistol from his waist, he heard a muffled sound, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Peering his head slightly from behind the wall, Gordon saw a man lying on the ground, a woman kneeling on the ground, and a man in a long coat retracting his black cane.

He's obviously the one to do it.

The woman with dyed blond hair froze on the spot, and after glancing at the man who stood in for her, she suddenly got up happily, took the wallet of the gangster who was about to rob her just now out of his pocket, and then stripped him off. coat, and then quickly ran away with high heels.

Without thanks, the victim becomes the perpetrator in an instant.

Gordon's heart, which had been slightly warm because of someone's bravery, had cooled down again, and he became even more disappointed.

The man who helped others seemed to be leaving.

"Sir." Gordon still decided to stop the man in the coat, "If you're not busy, come back to the police station with me, and you can get a small bonus for what happened just now..."

"Thank you very much for your kindness. Unfortunately, I have other things to do."

The man in the long black coat was of course Shi Li. He was going to walk away, but suddenly turned back.

"Hello emm, my name is Sherlock, Sherlock Paltrow."

"James Gordon."

"Are you a policeman? Have you ever been a soldier?" The detective asked enthusiastically, "I didn't expect there to be people like you in this city."

"A person like me?" Gordon repeated the other person's words in puzzlement.

"You didn't take money from gangsters, and you were planning to help that woman just now." The detective came over suddenly, "You are very honest."

"...Thank you." Gordon thanked him with mixed feelings. He hadn't been thanked like this for a long time. Generally speaking, the evaluation he got was only pedantic and naive.

"Wait, how do you know me..."

"Your pocket." The detective pointed to Gordon's trouser pocket. "Today is the day when the gang pays the protection fee. If you collect the money, the pocket should bulge a little. After all, the amount is not small, and most people will carry it close to their body."

Gordon thought of Frass and nodded.

"The shirt in the lower left corner of yours is wrinkled, which means you were just digging for something - obviously a gun, and you were pressed for time, so you didn't straighten the corner of your shirt afterwards."

Gordon had fully understood, and he relaxed against the red brick wall, "Yes, you are right."

"The police in Gotham." Gordon sneered, "I'm just a member of this huge corrupt system."

"What about you?" Gordon thought it would be better to chat with this gentleman than to smoke a cigarette by himself.

"I'm a tourist from England."

"Tourists? There doesn't seem to be anything worth visiting in Gotham."

"Not really." Shi Li took out a pen and a notebook from his pocket, "I personally like to study some unique social phenomena and criminal behaviors, so I chose to come here to have a look."

"You're really well suited for that." Gordon had never seen anyone so observant.

"Thank you, that's often said."

The detective's face was filled with the words "not being humble," "If you want, can you leave me a contact information?"

"Of course." Gordon took the pen and wrote down a string of phone numbers.

"You are a good policeman. I hope to see you again in the future." The detective greeted him after getting the number, then turned and left.

There are not many people who act so neatly, Gordon couldn't help asking, "What are your plans for the future?"

The man who had already walked around the corner turned around again, "Should you be able to do a little consulting detective work?"

"Consulting detective?" said Gordon, laughing. "Holmes' work?"

"Yes, Holmes, it's Sherlock Holmes." The detective smiled. "After you become the chief, how about I come to you as a consulting detective of the police station?"

"Stop joking, Mr. Paltrow." Gordon was amused, "I'm just a police officer."

"If you crack a big case, you'll get promoted quickly."

"The case? Where did the case come from?"

"Of course there will be a case soon." The detective waved his hand broadly, and Gordon saw that he suddenly became excited. Although it was not as calm as before, it was inexplicably contagious.

Gordon wanted to say a few more words, but found that the man had already left, so he could only take out a cigarette with some regret.

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Watson could hardly figure it out.

He had never doubted his IQ so much.

Maybe Sherlock is right, a person's head is like an attic, there are many sundries, and there is a limit to what can be placed, so he regularly cleans out unnecessary things.

Watson now wants to throw away all his knowledge of philosophy, astronomy, and politics.

At the end of this morning, he only learned how to use various electrical appliances - gratifyingly, the doctor is still very smart, at least he can use the hotel's remote control to change channels.

That's right, the hotel.

The detective took the doctor to run for half an hour at night and stopped, and told the doctor to wait for him at the same place, and then entered a black shop. When he came out, he already had a wad of dollars in his hand.

After bribing the manager of a hotel, they have checked into rooms as unfortunate tourists from England who were robbed.

——It's too dangerous here. Before I'm ready, life safety should be the first priority. Although the hotel is not easy to hide, it is much safer than the black street.

—Watson, you must study in such a well-equipped place.

Just these few words drove Watson crazy all morning.

"Watson."

There was a click at the door, a figure flashed in quickly, and then closed the door.

"Sherlock, how are you? Are you okay?" Watson, who was watching TV, immediately pressed the power off button in his hand to greet him.

"Of course." Shi Li casually threw his coat on the cabinet at the door, "What about you?"

"……IM still learning."

The detective looked like he wanted to laugh, but he quickly held back and took out two social security cards and a driver's license from his pocket, "Watson, these two things are similar to identification."

"Oh, where did you get it?" Watson took his share, "emm John Hardwick? Why not Watson?"

"For a purpose." Shi Li said vaguely, "Look at mine, here my name is Sherlock Paltrow."

"Okay." To Watson, there were too many things that Sherlock didn't tell him, and one more thing was nothing. "You went out all morning for this?"

"No." The detective took out an old newspaper out of nowhere, "I went to collect some basic information."

"what?"

"Do you remember the Wayne family I mentioned?"

"Remember, you said that you taught that child some knowledge and spent a long time with that family."

The detective turned the newspaper over to face the doctor.

"Waynes Killed...Bruce Wayne Returns...Wayne Enterprises Board of Directors Statement..."

"God, his parents...you have been away for more than ten years?"

The detective nodded, and casually folded the newspaper in his hand and stuffed it into his bosom, "It seems that the time on both sides is not the same speed."

"Are you going to see him?"

"Go, but not now." The detective turned another page.

"The actress and Bruce Wayne's..."

"I need to observe. If he really becomes a straw bag, then it doesn't matter whether I go to him or not."

"Then what are we going to do next?"

"Find a house and live here." The detective took out two pistols and guns. I really don't know where he put these odds and ends. Here you go."

"Let's go now?"

"Yes, I've taken care of the house." The detective pulled the doctor up from the chair, stuffed his coat and hat into his arms, and pushed him out of the bedroom door.

He himself tidied the bed from start to finish, flattened the corners of the quilt, put the remote control and the kettle back in place, and wiped his footprints on the ground with a towel wet with water.

"...Sherlock?" Watson opened the door a crack and stared secretly at the detective on the ground.

"what are you doing?"

"Wipe the floor." The detective took out his magnifying glass again for some unknown reason. "Our shoes haven't been changed yet, Watson. These shoes are out of date."

"Why so cautious?" said Watson. "I mean, you have no enemies here?"

"No. But maybe in the future." The detective got up from the ground, "I want to ensure our safety. People who work in this city are robbed almost every day on their way to and from get off work."

"every day?"

"Yes, every day." The detective pushed down Dr. Watson's hat a little so that the shadow would cast more on his face, and found a scarf to wrap around him. "A man named Falcone The boss of the gang controls more than half of Gotham."

Watson no longer wanted to know where the scarf had come from.

"Falcone...?" He was keenly aware of something, "Are you planning to do something?"

"At present, I only have some ideas." The detective was very cautious, too cautious, "I have to find a way to settle the two of us first, Watson."

"Then I can find a place to continue to be my consulting detective. You can, Watson, do you want to try the hospital in Gotham?"

The detective suddenly turned around, "Hospital, yes, the hospital is a good place, there are not many people making trouble there, even criminals need to see a doctor."

"You can learn about surgery. After so long, this subject has developed a lot."

Watson was persuaded.

"It seems that your heart is already moved." Shi Li opened the window, "Let's go to our new house."

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As the detective sneaks out the window with the doctor, Gotham baby Bruce enters the hotel with his arm around a beautiful model.

"This room."

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." The receptionist glanced enviously at the model in Bruce's arms, "Here is your room card."

"Sweetheart, wait for me." The blonde kissed Bruce on the lips, and went to the bathroom with the towel.

When the model started to take a shower, Bruce slipped out, pretended to go to the wrong room when he came back, and pressed on the door next door.

People have gone.

"Master, the surveillance video only shows Mr. Holmes bringing Dr. Watson in." The butler's voice came clearly through the headset, "That happened yesterday."

"Are there any records around?"

"No. The information of those black shops cannot be retrieved, and they generally don't use computers."

"You have just returned to Gotham, so you don't need to be so anxious."

"No, Afu, if I don't hurry up and find Mr. Holmes, the next time I see him, I will probably be involved in some earth-shattering case."

The housekeeper sipped his black tea, "This sounds difficult, but it seems you still have something to learn."

The author has something to say: The Batman Trilogy and Gotham.

It can be regarded as an independent universe.

Why are there so few comments, is there anyone reading this book (whisper bb)