me and my vest

"Sherlock, remember to drink the milk in the refrigerator."

Watson made himself black tea in the kitchen.

The sound of the teaspoon colliding with the wall of the cup jingled and floated into the living room.

"Are you using it again?" Watson continued to move his hands in the mist of hot water, "I remember that you have given up this habit."

"I'm useless."

The famous consulting detective was curled up on the sofa, looking half-dead, holding a book with a lost cover and reading, "You can look for a garbage bag, there is absolutely no syringe in it."

"If you're trying to keep it from me, I don't think I'll be able to find anything."

"Sherlock, you need to be honest."

After the Falcone family was solved, Gotham fell into a long-lost—in fact, it had never been peaceful at all. Criminal groups hardly dared to mess around in the streets, and the number of robbers was greatly reduced. Three or two cats and kittens.

Correspondingly, the number of people who came to the police station to report crimes was greatly reduced, but this cannot be said, but for detectives, the number of interesting cases was greatly reduced, leaving only some robberies and gang fights.

Without a case, the detective would never allow himself to be trapped in one place. Even if he had to be trapped, he would rather choose his own room than an office with noisy traffic.

So now he is blatantly skipping work.

"If I had, I wouldn't be so boring."

Watson put the black tea on the table, removed the pillow on which the detective rested, and packed up the newspapers and report cards underneath.

"I'll go crazy if this continues, Watson, is there any place you want to go? Take me with you, even if you want to see the scenery, I'll admit it."

After Watson took away the pillow, Shi Li could only slam down on the sofa.

"I'm on vacation recently and I'm going to watch a movie."

"Movie?"

The detective sat up while asking, took out a notebook from under the sofa cushion, opened it, looked at it, and then tore it out again.

"It seems to be a Sherlock Holmes movie."

"What? Is that what I thought?"

"Yes." Watson nodded, "I'm quite interested in their evaluation and adaptation."

"Well, Watson, we shall go and see it."

It's late autumn in Gotham.

The street was deserted. The new mayor got a lot of money from donations, planted many street trees on the side of the road, and improved a lot of infrastructure.

Maybe Gotham will be able to touch the side of the next safe and order city selection.

Because Watson joined the army, he was much more tolerant of cold and heat than his partner. Now the two walked side by side, only Shi Li was wearing a thick scarf.

"A newspaper, thank you."

Watson shook out the Gotham Daily in his hand, "Well, here's a...the new one, Harvey Dent, is a prosecutor. I heard that he has done a lot of honest things recently."

"That's right, I've seen him." Shi Li chatted with Watson listlessly, "He's a regular person with no bad habits, and he's in love with Rachel Dawes, and he's currently investigating the gang's financial problems .”

"He must be a very nice guy."

"That's the case at present. Wait, Watson, don't look at me with disapproval. Although these are definite reasonings, I don't know his character. Perhaps his character will..."

The bell rang suddenly.

"its mine."

When Watson touched the phone subconsciously, the detective had already taken the phone out of his pocket in advance.

"Paltrow? Where are you? There's a case here."

Gordon was holding the phone, standing in front of the bombed and bloody bank manager's body, his expression was extremely ugly, "A bank was robbed."

The scene was full of dust. After collecting the evidence, the police began to call for repairs. The walls of the bank were completely broken, bullet casings were scattered all over the floor, and the counter was crumbling.

Police officers packed the bodies in body bags and carried them out one by one.

The detective's voice came distorted from the other end of the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Emm, the monitoring shows that there are five robbers, all wearing clown masks, four are dead, and the bullets are detected to be of the same type."

"Infighting? The last person left with the money?"

"should be."

"Where's the clue?"

"Driving away, there is no surveillance to track it."

"I'll be there soon."

Shilu hung up the phone, "Watson, this is definitely the patient from Arkham. It has been more than a month since he escaped, and he finally started committing crimes."

"The one who took your cane?"

"Yes, Watson, can I ask you to stay in the police station? It won't be long, you just need to stay there often, and it's best to ask for a leave from the hospital. What happened last time..."

"I see, Sherlock." Watson threw the movie tickets he had bought into the trash can on the side of the road. "I just hope we can go back to London safely."

"Two people come, two people go back."

"of course."

"I promise, Watson."

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"boss."

Oswald Copperpot has been proud of himself recently. Just as he thought, after Falcone was solved, the gangsters had no one who could stand up to them in a short period of time.

Just in time for him - Gotham's new dark side, Penguin.

Even Maroni, who was originally fighting against Falcone, also fell into his camp.

"This is the financial expenditure for this week." The big man in black handed a folder to Oswald with a hesitant expression, "We really can't involve drugs?"

"No."

Oswald Copperpot changed into an expensive black suit with a brooch and cuff buttons on his shirt sleeves, but his hair still stuck to his forehead in strands like a bird's feathers.

He wobbled as he walked, like a big black penguin, but the dozens of people in the room didn't dare laugh at all, and they didn't dare move.

"The monthly income is [-]% less than before. I think we still have to..."

"Boom—"

Oswald withdrew the gun in his hand, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, looking very wild and weird, "Did someone talk just now?"

No one dared to answer.

"Very well, don't say anything like that again. I'm a serious criminal, can you remember?"

"Oh, poor little penguin." The door was kicked open by someone, and a man in a purple suit, with green hair and clown paint came in.

He walks jolting like a happy clown—but he never blows out balloons for kids.

"Are you scared out of your wits, huh?"

"……Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm just a thought, an idea." The clown licked the corner of his mouth, "Well, did I touch the red paint too much, do you have a mirror?"

The man sitting closest to him stood up, trying to make a good impression in front of the Penguin, but before he could speak, he was stabbed in the head by a clown who seemed to be looking for a mirror.

Blood spattered Oswald's face.

"Damn it, the knife won't come out, and it's pretty expensive."

"Can anyone help?"

Of course, no one came to help him, so the clown could only push the still hot corpse to the ground, put his feet on the man's body, hold the knife with one hand, and hold the table with the other, trying to pull out his own knife.

"Your men are well chosen. I kind of want a man too. His head, hiss, the bones are really hard."

"what do you want?"

Oswald asked.

"It's so sad, we were still friends." The clown pulled up a chair and sat down. "Remember? I'm here, let me count. By the way, I live five rooms away from you."

"Mansion, emm neighbor, isn't it?"

"...Arkham." The Penguin gritted his teeth, "You madman, how did you get out?"

"Stop asking these boring questions." The clown pulled out a cane, and saw Oswald's face change with satisfaction, "Do you want to live in the shadows forever? Right after that bat and the Justice Detective Crime under restraint?"

"Especially with an extra Harvey Dent recently?"

"Stop joking." The clown seemed to have heard some joke. "Can this be considered a crime? Little Penguin, when Gotham really settles down, you will disappear!"

"Living like a penguin in a prison as cold as hell, would you really like to, Oswald Copperpot?"

"You don't understand how capable they are."

"I understand, of course I understand!" The clown pushed his stick forward again, "You've seen this thing, right? I've also seen that detective. He's as interesting as I thought."

"Hahahahaha, did you find out!"

The chair screeched on the floor.

"He will collapse as soon as he gets bored. He pursues excitement, and I just want to give him a little push."

Hands in purple gloves made a small distance.

"As long as I play with the little bat, he will join in."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course, didn't he have a good friend named John Hardwick?"

"I like friends! See if this John is a jerk! People act differently when they're dying, huh?"

Penguin didn't answer him right away.

"I come here and no one knows, you just need to provide me with a few weapons, a few rocket launchers and a few guns."

The clown leaned over and put his hands on his shoulders, "No one knows, after I succeed, you will get the whole of Gotham, just think about it, everyone is cheering for the name Oswald Cobblepot! "

"That must be inspiring."

Penguin moved his hand on the table.

"Look, this is my contact information."

The clown puts a playing card on the table.

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"Has it worked out?" Gordon asked.

The detective in front of him was looking at the report of the on-site investigation team, "The person who took the money is the clown."

"I've seen his shoe prints when I was in Arkham. It's the same size as this person. When he comes here to rob, he will definitely wear a pair of shoes that fit his feet for easy movement. The size can't be wrong."

"That means we can confirm it?"

"That's right, didn't he still leave the clown playing cards? It's best to ask the forensic doctor to test it."

"I have asked someone to do it, and the results will come out soon."

As soon as the words fell, a female police officer quickly ran over with the list, "Sergeant Gordon! The results came out, and there are three sets of DNA on it!"

"who?"

"Judge Su Bingluo, Harvey Dent and Chief Lobo."

"God." Gordon snatched the paper and glanced at it hastily, "Block it, block it immediately, and send someone to the judge's house!"

"Wait, who is Judge Su Bingluo?" the detective asked.

"It's the woman who helped Harvey Dent sue Falcone. She is one of the few honest judges in Gotham."

The detective walked towards the police car with Gordon, "I'll go with you. Neither of these two people can be easily killed under the control. The clown must have prepared in advance."

"What do you think?"

Gordon opened the car door for the consulting detective and sat in the driver's seat. He would not let the detective drive again.

"Poison or bomb, we have to find him."

After the siren was turned on, the vehicle was driving crazily on the road. Although Gordon condemned the problem of driving in time, he drove faster than anyone else in the event of a life-threatening threat.

The police car soon stopped downstairs at the police station.

Chief Luo has not left work yet, and there are people coming and going in the office. No one has discovered the clown's plot and plan. Most people are typing on the computer or sorting out files when they are about to get off work.

"Gordon? Paltrow? What are you doing here?"

Gordon walked up quickly, "The clown's target is you, Director, get out of here with us first!"

The office fell silent instantly, and everyone stared at the three of them.

The detective's eagerness to try, Gordon's nervousness and Loeb's bewilderment are all clear.

"Give way." The detective supported the table with his hands, and jumped in from the outside. "Explosives, no, no, it's impossible. He has no chance to put it in. It must be something else, poison or a mechanism."

Lob was squeezed by him and stepped back a few steps.

The detective skillfully took out a screwdriver, knocked on the board, and gradually turned the screws fixed on it.

"Nothing."

"Have you been here all day?"

"of course."

"That's good, the agency can rule it out." The detective took out the messy things in the drawer and put them on the table, glanced around and picked up a bottle of wine, "What is this?"

"Wine, I usually drink it at night..."

Before he finished speaking, the detective twisted off the lid and poured the wine on the ground.

There was a sizzling sound, white tiles rose from the ground, and a pothole quickly appeared on the flat ground.

Robb took a few steps back unconsciously.

"Let's go to the next place!"

Gordon's reaction was also quick, and he rushed out of the office immediately, and ran up the stairs and Shilu.

When he went downstairs, the detective was already waiting for him in the passenger seat.

He was full of energy, as if he was on drugs, and excitedly grabbed the dangling dog decoration in front of the car seat, "A new star in the criminal world, I haven't seen such a creative and execution criminal in a long time, in Moriarty after……"

"What did you say, Moriarty?" Gordon asked, frowning. "The Sherlock Holmes episodes?"

"No, my friend, you heard me wrong, I'm just a little excited."

"I'll get him out, you just wait and see."

The author has something to say: I think it will be finished this week (probably)