[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

After leaving the apartment near Crime Lane, Sherlock and the others moved to the old town, under the pretense of experiencing a new life. In fact, Conan was deeply afraid of the two girls who were facing each other. He always thought that the other party was a spy sent by the Shaggai Zerg. .

Watson has a good impression of the two former neighbors, especially the aloof Miss Tasha.It's a pity that he couldn't get the other party's phone number until they moved out.Because every time he plucked up the courage to step forward, Tasha would stare at him with eyes that wanted to poke someone to death.

The law and order in the new apartment is much better than before, at least no one will openly rob under their windows.The window of the room is facing Hermon Island and Blackgate Prison, Sherlock always looks there thoughtfully, as if he really wants to go in and experience it.

"If you haven't been to prison and madhouse, you don't really come to Gotham." A HOT post on the city forum wrote, although Watson thought it should be a prank by boring people, but Sherlock expressed great respect for it. interest of.

For this reason, he even bought a telescope and studied the architectural structure of the Black Gate Prison.Watson was terrified when he saw it, and he was afraid that he would sneak in with Mycroft's ID again to play the treasure hunt game.

You must know that this is the United States, and if he really does this, it may be a serious international incident.

On the second day of the appointment with Wayne, Watson put on the newly bought cloak for Conan as usual.This time they changed to a stronger material, which looks a bit like leather from the glossy appearance, but Sherlock said it was Kevlar fiber, the kind that can be used to make body armor.After packing up and dressing up, the two of them plus an alien creature went out.

Evenings in the old town are quite lively, and their residence is very close to the financial center, and there are social animals walking home from get off work everywhere.No matter how lively it is, if you want to reach Wayne Manor in the outskirts of the city from here, you have to traverse the entire Gotham, and it is obviously impossible to walk there by foot.

Watson reached out to stop a car, and the three squeezed into the back seat together.

The drivers who drove were taciturn, even when they reported the place names, they didn't say a word, just kept their heads and drove forward.

Sherlock's memory has always been good. After the taxi drove for a few minutes, he looked warily at the unfamiliar street and asked, "This doesn't seem to be the way to the bridge, at least not the closest."

So far, Watson still maintains a good attitude. He thinks that the driver probably just wants to take a long way to earn more money.

Because the driver didn't answer for a long time, Sherlock patted the back of the driver's seat with his hat: "Can you hear me?"

At this moment, the taxi turned a corner and drove onto a road built on the Gotham River.

"Although I'm not short of money, it doesn't mean I'll pay for your actions." Sherlock gave Watson a wink, and the doctor immediately went to grab the penis hidden under his clothes.

"There is no traffic jam on this road." The driver spoke, his voice hoarse like an elderly man with one leg in a coffin, and his tongue stuck in his mouth, preventing the syllables from coming out.

Conan jumped up suddenly when he heard the sound, and locked the driver's neck with his hands over the seat.With the sound of bones, Watson guessed that the person in front was probably dead.He didn't want to run into bad people, but now he prayed with all sincerity that the driver was a bad guy so they would get into less trouble.

After drifting crookedly for a while, the taxi crashed into the guardrail beside the bridge. Conan pushed down the door of the rear seat and dragged the driver down by stepping on the door panel.

Even though the entire neck was broken, the driver still opened his eyes angrily, with a pair of sharp mouthparts protruding from his mouth——like Conan, "he" is also a half-human, half-insect monster, but an insect organs are much smaller.

Watson is thankful that this road is deserted, otherwise they would have made headlines for fighting alien creatures.Conan threw the lackey of the Shaggai Zerg into the river, lowered his head to pick up the car door on the ground, and roughly pressed it back on the hole.

The taxi was further damaged by his actions.

"We have to get out of here quickly." Watson looked back and forth, worried that there were other Shaggais chasing them.

Sherlock went to the front of the car to check, and confirmed that the car could still be driven. The only troublesome thing was that they didn't know where it was, and there was no navigation on the car.

"There seems to be someone in front." Watson said, and quickly pulled Conan's cloak up, and made him bend over to cover up his overly tall height.

Keshila, who was going to steal the aquarium from the scientific research institute under Wayne's name, walked past them, and because he was in a good mood right now, he kindly asked, "To Arkham?"

"We were planning to go camping in the outskirts of the city, and we wanted to take a shortcut, but something happened." Sherlock was talking nonsense, but the lady in front of them was not suspicious: "Arkham can't go to the outskirts of the city, you should go to the right." She said, turning her eyes to the battered taxi.

Watson was already thinking about how to explain, but she asked very cheerfully: "Would you mind taking me for a ride? Just drop me at the intersection ahead."

Two people, an alien creature, and an old dominator got into the car, because they noticed that the lady they met was still pregnant. In order to avoid squeezing her, the tall Conan was placed in the co-pilot.

When the engine was started, the violently secured car door suddenly fell down, and Kexila took a deep breath: "Your accident... is indeed quite unexpected."

Watson, sitting next to her, smiled awkwardly.

When they reached the intersection, Kexila got out of the car with her crime tools, and also helped them point out the way out of the city.

"Arkham Asylum...a psychiatrist?" Sherlock said after she left, "She doesn't look like a psychiatrist, otherwise she should have noticed something was wrong just now." By accident, she

Watson collapsed on the back seat, and the rumble of the wind blowing in from the hole next to him prevented him from hearing his friend's analysis clearly: "You are not very old, and there are neither rings nor signs of wearing rings on your fingers. pregnant……"

He stomped on the gas because the police caught them missing a door in their car.Under the turbulence, Watson was almost thrown out and quickly grabbed his seat belt.

If you want to talk about how Kexila became Arkham's psychiatrist, it can be described as a combination of accidents and accidents.

The prisoners in Arkham make it difficult to find employment for certain positions, and after the former psychiatrist Harley was fooled by the clown, the doctors in Gotham, including Metropolis, are a little bit hesitant to come here.

Fortunately, the Wayne Group invested a lot of money in the reconstruction of the madhouse, and the high salary lured a group of lucky people who had cast themselves into the trap. Among them, Kexila, who had the ability to communicate spiritually, aroused the great interest of the dean.Although she had no relevant documents or license to practice medicine, the dean made an exception and admitted her.

Of course, Kexila used a little hint when helping the dean make a decision—she didn't want to do this, but she didn't want to be caught doing experiments in the research institute, that experience a long time ago was enough.

Speaking of the institute, Kexila suddenly thought that there seemed to be one under Bruce's name.

She inquired with her colleagues and got the exact location of the institute. It happened to be dark and windy tonight with no moon and no stars, so it was suitable for some sneaky activities.

Bah, this is not stealing, this is just temporarily borrowing assets under her legal husband's name, and will return them when the little octopuses grow up and no longer need water.

Finding a bright and stalwart excuse for her sneaky behavior, she set off with the crime tools, and arrived at the gate of the scientific research institute smoothly, gearing up for a major event that could enter Blackgate Prison but not Arkham .

It has to be said that the Shaggai's improved taxi was two or three gears faster than ordinary cars. Sherlock and the others not only managed to get rid of the police, but also arrived at Wayne Manor ahead of schedule.

The super fast speed caused Watson to suffer from motion sickness. He supported the courtyard door to slow down before ringing the doorbell.

The ringing of the bell echoed in the empty front yard, and there was no light in the mansion not far away, as if no one lived here.

"We won't be released as pigeons, will we?" He clicked again and asked his friend in a low voice.

"Look at that lawnmower, it was thrown on the half-tended grass in a hurry." Sherlock's face was pressed against the iron gate, and the eyeballs in his eyes moved left and right, observing the silent manor: "There is no door in the hallway." The lock, just concealed, I see the seam."

Watson then looked over, but only saw a shadow and a smaller shadow: "Are your eyes a microscope?"

The lights of the manor suddenly turned on, and there was a sound of footsteps from far and near, and they soon saw the old butler of Wayne Manor.

"Keep the two gentlemen waiting for a long time." Alfred opened the door and led them to the living room.

Many people came out of the manor, which was as quiet as an empty house just now, a couple of teenagers playing video games were sitting on the carpet in the living room, and one of them was furious because he lost the game.

"This way, please." The butler led them to the study, where Mr. Wayne was.

"Good evening." He greeted them as they entered, with Batman beside him.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, because he made a bet with Sherlock on whether Bruce Wayne and Batman were alone.

At present, it seems that he has won half of this bet.

Watson couldn't understand why Sherlock felt that these two unrelated people would be the same, Gotham sweetheart and dark knight, who had nothing in common from head to toe, from name to identity.Now, it appeared in front of them at the same time.

Batman was as cold as the rumors said, he didn't even give them a look, and he exuded an aura that no strangers should enter.

"Please don't mind, that's what he looks like." Fortunately, another person in the study knew how to liven up the atmosphere. Bruce asked Ah Fu to bring tea and snacks, and asked, "Does this special gentleman drink black tea?"

"He doesn't drink anything, he doesn't eat anything," said Sherlock. "All he wants is sunlight."

"Oh, that sounds like Superman from Metropolis."

"The Shaggai Zerg are afraid of the sun, so they pay special attention to this point on the experimental product." Sherlock threw him a message, "But up to now, they have not been able to overcome this difficulty. night action."

"Then they should like Gotham very much," Bruce said, smiling and handing Batman a piece of cake: "Honey, do you want to eat?"

Dick in the bat suit almost got goosebumps all over his body, help, he yelled silently, and at the same time hated why Jason had to be so...so big that he couldn't play Batman.

He took the cake stiffly, and saw the doctor on the opposite side stunned, looking shocked.

I hope it doesn't leave too deep a psychological shadow.thought Dick.

A plate of cake was brought under Watson's nose, and the sweet aroma brought him back from the shock.Turning his head, he saw that the person serving him the cake was actually Sherlock.

"I see that you really hope that someone will do the same to you," the detective said slowly. "After this matter is settled, I will help you publish a marriage advertisement."

Watson hastily refused, because he was still thinking about Miss Tasha, the lady as mysterious as the sea.

I just don't know if there will be a chance to meet again.

Dick ate the cake with a pinch in his throat, and as the main controller of the meeting, he cleared his throat and said in Batman's characteristic deep voice: "Now, we can talk about aliens ?”