[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

"Sherlock..." She turned around and glanced at the car that had been following them for some time.

"I'm not blind." The black curly-haired man pursed his thin lips, and didn't look back. His eyes were like some kind of machinery, scanning the geographical situation within his sight range, and then calculated the most perfect escape route.

The entire terrain presented a two-dimensional image in his mind, and soon the best escape route was revealed.

Then, he grabbed her wrist and ran crazily in one direction. Although the incident happened suddenly, Chessia didn't panic after so many years of experience as a mercenary. She quickly understood his intention and followed him run together.

The direction he took her was full of narrow streets and alleys, and there were no people there.

Cecilia glanced back while running, and the dark window was rolled down, revealing the face of the wretched man she had threatened.

Retribution came too fast.

He shouldn't have let him go then, she thought.

Frowning, she really wanted to kill them with divine power.

There were other people in the car, all wearing sunglasses, and two of them also rolled down the windows suddenly, and then pointed their black gun barrels at Sherlock and Cecilia.

at a corner.

boom--!

They started shooting.

There is no one in this place, and they shoot without hesitation, not at all as a deterrent warning, but as a real thing, trying to kill them.

Cecilia cursed lowly and followed Sherlock's pace.

It's strange to say that because she has been a mercenary all year round, she often fights, and she is an ancient god, so her physical strength has always been very good, at least she is definitely not weak.

It is normal for the Winter Soldier to have good physical strength and high combat effectiveness, because he is a field worker and a humanoid weapon of Hydra, and Wade can be regarded as a mercenary, so they have good physical strength and combat effectiveness, which is beyond doubt and in line with common sense.

But what Chessia didn't expect was that Sherlock was just a detective, well, consulting a detective, but why would a detective need such good physical strength?

And he seemed to be used to being hunted down like this.

This kind of thing is not normal by any means.

However, when it comes to homicide cases, Sherlock has many enemies. Even if this is not the case, just because of his character, he may have offended many people. God knows how many Scotland Yard policemen want to beat him up.

What's more, this world is not a warm world in the first place, and it's hard to agree with everyone. No matter what you are, there will always be people who will hate you, loathe you, and want to kill you.

Not to mention, this person is well known as Mr. Holmes.

The leaves of the Tochi tree were rustling by the wind, the surrounding buildings became more and more sparse, and the ground became more and more empty. If they continued to escape, there would be no way to escape. Because there was no shelter, they had nowhere to hide.

But in the next second, Sherlock pulled her into a corner, and everything seemed to be a different world, like entering another world, it was a quiet manor, there was no one there, and it was so quiet that the calls of insects could be heard Voice.

She turned around to look, only to find that it was a plexiglass door. From the outside, it was just a very inconspicuous mud wall covered with dust, but she never thought that it was a clever little mechanism.

Although you can't see the inside from the outside, you can clearly see what's going on outside from the inside.

The van stopped, and a few strong men with smooth muscles were holding powerful guns, looking around and looking around.

After chasing and chasing, people disappear, which is not very scientific.

Must be hiding somewhere.

However, the strange thing is that after searching everywhere, I still haven't found that woman, that damned woman!

The leading man had a hideous face, because he couldn't find the woman, he cursed angrily a few times, and then shot wildly around with his gun.

In the whole area, only his gunfire kept ringing.

No one could be found, but it was absolutely impossible for them to leave like this. The place was too empty, with nothing but a wall. If the woman wanted to escape, she would definitely appear on this road again.

So a few strong men guarded here with guns in hand, in shifts, changing every hour.

He must kill that woman!

The man's veins bulged, and he looked furious, a little hysterical.

And Cecilia behind the plexiglass door also understood the purpose and perseverance of the group of men, so she turned around and stopped observing them. Since they didn't leave, she didn't care, anyway, she wouldn't die.

As for Sherlock, she wouldn't mind channeling some energy to him if need be.

"Having come here from the city center, it's not hard to see how much they hate you."

The collar of Sherlock's black windbreaker stood up, covering his chin. From Cecilia's perspective, he could only see his side face. His deep and three-dimensional features added a bit of coldness to him.

His complexion was very pale, close to pale, not the normal fairness, at this point, she felt a little sick.

As for Cecilia's complexion, although she needs to go out frequently because of being a mercenary, she has not changed because of this, because her black hair and black eyes make her complexion look fairer and more translucent. Under the stronger light, her skin was slightly transparent.

"Cecia." Sherlock walked forward, "Don't repeat meaningless things."

Apparently, he could see why those men were after her.

Every time you threaten someone but don't kill him, it will only give the other party a chance for revenge, and not killing the enemy is no longer kindness, but stupidity.

Cecilia was silent.

She has a bad temper, or just has a bad temper with bad people.

She doesn't have normal three views, but she doesn't want those who do evil to become the mainstream of the world.

She is not a good person, but she never thought of being a heinous sinner, but she was born with an ability that she abused when she was immature in the early days. She never felt that she was wrong.

If those low-level creatures had self-control from the beginning, they would not be lured to hell by her, and not all human beings would be willing to sacrifice everything for her when they saw her.

Like every parallel world she travels through, the owners of each world will appear pure blue to her, and they will not be affected by her abilities.

And what she has to do is to accompany the owner until the end of that parallel world.

And the owners of each parallel world don't seem to have a long lifespan, because they are human beings, and their lifespan is no more than a hundred years at most, while gods have a lifespan of thousands of years, while ancient gods have an unlimited lifespan.

The father of the gods wants her to understand what love is, so as to punish her for not controlling her own abilities in the early years, abusing divine power, and playing with too many low-level creatures. universe.

Among all the fallen angels, she is the only one who always has a universe of her own, and it is still not controlled by the father of the gods. Just because of this, she cannot be safe and sound.

If the father of the gods wanted to weaken the abilities of many angels, he had to scatter them.

And now, he did.

Thinking of this, Chessia's resistance to the father of the gods deepened in her heart. Betraying the father of the gods was the most correct thing she had ever done, and she would never regret it.

She raised her eyes and began to pay attention to her surroundings.

The boundless green, at a glance, a piece of emerald green,

It makes people feel better, especially the faint fragrance around them, the fragrance of flowers, ordinary and beautiful, a masterpiece from nature, everything is so incredible.

She moved her gaze to the left and saw the curly-haired man carving something into the rock, so she walked over and saw a row of simple words.

Words without any connection at all.

Presumably it should be related to the case he is dealing with. She was not curious about this, so she just asked casually, "What are you writing about?"

She didn't care what the answer was, after all, it wasn't her concern.

Sherlock still lowered his head and wrote intently, his voice was low, with the elegance of a violin and the mellowness of a cello, "This is not within your IQ range."

Cecilia: "..."

Cecilia: I want to cut off that curly hair of his.

The author has something to say: Sherlock: You can try it.