[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

The special plane sent by Batman was parked at a military base on the outskirts of London.An excellent patrol aircraft named after "Wayne".The black wings have graceful arcs, and the slightly lightweight fuselage is surrounded by many guys in blue clothes.

Just as Zhang Yu looked over curiously, Sherlock directly revealed this secret: "Those people are aircraft engineers here. Wayne Group's aircraft are not inferior to those of Stanker Group, and the technology is among the top in the world. The plane-for-life guys will definitely not miss this opportunity, and they probably wish we were late."

Zhang Yu blinked.Appreciating the special plane in front of her with her poor engineering grades, it is estimated that she can only work hard on color matching.Pure black is still a bit ugly, but it would be nice if the red, yellow and white mecha was mixed and matched like the armor on Iron Man, which is quite in line with Chinese aesthetics.

Well, she has to admit that apart from clothes, her own aesthetics are actually average, otherwise she wouldn't think the man beside her is very handsome and attractive.You must know that in the eyes of others, Leonardo, who was very charming when he was young, is their favorite.Guys like Sherlock can be brushed off without waiting for the figure and the length of the face.

Of course, Sherlock didn't know that the lady around him was slandering his appearance, but he stepped forward with some subtle emotions, preparing to take a plane to leave London, away from this city that is being dominated by lying politicians and crazy criminals.

When the two came to the front of the plane door, they were seen by the sharp-eyed pilot.Tortured by the words of the crazy scientific researchers here, he looked at the coming savior, and tears almost flowed down his eyes.

He's just a pilot, okay? He's not an aircraft designer.Those professional aircraft materials and model design issues should not come to me, okay! !

Seeing that the Sherlock Holmes and Miss Issa who were about to be picked up tended to be blocked by the crowd, the specially trained pilot Jack rushed out of the crowd at a nick of time, and pulled the two of them towards the direction of the plane. run.

The staff hidden in the plane also cleverly asked the spare pilot to start warming up the plane's engine, ready to fly into the sky at any time.

The not-so-big cabin was quite comfortable. Sherlock and Zhang Yu quickly found a seat and sat down after being pulled onto the plane. By the way, they fastened their seat belts. The cabin door opened as early as the moment Zhang Yu entered the cabin. Got shut, leaving a huge airplane ass for a bunch of guys.

This plane, which is famous for its speed and defense, was taken into the sky by the pilot at the fastest speed, but the usual cool posture seems to be a bit of a flight.

Mycroft, who was forced to hold up an umbrella by the hot weather, and John, who was invited to see him off, stood on the empty airstrip and watched as Issa, who was carrying Sherlock's evil spirit and the delicious food, went to the airport. Sin City, the city shrouded in darkness.

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Although the speed of the Wayne is very fast, there is still an Atlantic Ocean between the United Kingdom and the United States.

If someone were to make a soundtrack for Sherlock and his party at this moment, the love song "Across the Ocean to See You" from China would be the most suitable.There is a unique beauty of desolation and sorrow.

Although Sherlock and Zhang Yu were sitting together, Sherlock completely lost this good opportunity to hook up with a girl because of his usual poor performance.Not to mention that there is a young assistant who is responsible for picking up people on the side, introducing the history of this plane:

"This plane is one of our boss's private planes. Because of its speed, many young and beautiful women are willing to take an unexpected romantic trip." Speaking of this, the chatty assistant looked aside Zhang Yu, who was already a little impatient, seemed to be wondering that such a beautiful lady didn't come with her boss.

Sherlock looked at this guy who didn't know if he was really stupid or fake stupid, and continued: "So?"

The assistant came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, touched the back of his head and said, "So, we were all surprised when we found out that this plane was responsible for going to England to meet Mr. Holmes."

It was hard for Sherlock not to express surprise at the assistant's stupid remark.

If such a guy can also enter the Wayne Group to do such an important job for Mr. Batman, he is really curious why the Wayne Group has never collapsed.After all, they don't have a talented scientist like Tony Stank to support them, and their boss's external face is a playboy who is not too young.

Zhang Yu almost laughed out loud.

Wow!

Bruce Wayne's subordinates actually doubted his boss's sexual orientation. Could it be that his playboy image is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that even the boss can accept that he likes men?

What a big news!

Bruce Wayne, who was still monitoring the situation inside the plane at two o'clock in the morning across thousands of mountains and rivers in the United States, felt that he had been stabbed in the heart, and had the urge to vomit blood every minute.

And his housekeeper, A Fu, did not let him go. Instead, he comforted him: "If the little master insists, it is also possible for Wayne Manor to usher in a new male master."

He firmly rejected the whimsical Ah Fu, and after receiving the biscuits he sent, he sent the nearly 70-year-old man out of the monitoring room.

Back to his original position, Bruce, who was still a little angry just now, smiled helplessly.He suddenly felt that he had made a mistake in bringing Sherlock Holmes to Gotham.

The flight of at least seven or eight hours made Zhang Yu, who was already sleepy because of getting up early, start to go to bed directly.At this time, Sherlock just asked the staff on the plane for a cup of black coffee with two sugar cubes.

The time without internet is unbearable, and Issa, the only one who can relieve boredom, has to rest again. Sherlock looked at the idiots around him, put down the seat slightly, drew the curtain outside, and closed his eyes.

If Sherlock's mother saw her son's stupidity, she would definitely scold her with her forehead.

Seeing that the lady he loves is going to sleep, wouldn't any man have to ask "Do you want to sleep in my arms?" Such a gentle and caring word?

Or is it that his youngest son is a heretic?

However, Sherlock, who didn't know how to pursue others, just slept with Zhang Yu on the plane for a few hours, wasting this alone time in vain.But he wasted more than that short time in Baker Street.Such a result should not come as a surprise.

Sleeping and drinking enough, Zhang Yu satisfied to get off the plane, and then met his male god.

As soon as Sherlock came down the stairs, he watched Issa talking and laughing with other men with some sadness, leaving her only creditor and boss behind.

Dear girl, what can I do with you?

Fortunately, the host will not just watch the detective from England whom I finally invited because a fan turned against him, walked over with a smile on his face, greeted Sherlock, and introduced Batman to him by the way. Gotham's collaborator James Gordon, Gotham City's police chief.

Perhaps because of his familiarity with the police, or perhaps because Sheriff Gordon resembles Lestrade, Sherlock didn't comment on Gordon.Although he discovered the fact that he had just been widowed from the ring print on Director Gordon's speaking posture and something else.

Director Gordon has a good impression of Sherlock, except that he is an Englishman.He stretched out a hand to Sherlock with a serious expression, and introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, a consulting detective from London, I am Sheriff Gordon of Gotham. I have a murder case that I would like to ask you."

Sherlock's expression suddenly became very vivid, and he asked briskly: "What murder case? Mr. Wayne didn't introduce the specifics of this case when he invited me over. I want to know more about it. Yes Yes, my name is Sherlock Holmes, and this is my assistant, Miss Isa."

Sergeant Gordon glanced at Bruce with a wry smile. He never thought that the British detective he invited would be such a weird guy.Fortunately, he had inquired about the performance of Mr. Holmes from his colleagues in the UK, and it was much better than their BAU. Most importantly, he was only one person.

These are enough to impress the police chief who has been battered by the crimes of Gotham.Anyway, he has seen a lot of weird guys.As long as this guy can catch the real culprit, he will be satisfied.

Thinking of this, there was finally a touch of relief on his bitter face. Gordon personally opened the door of the extended version of the police car guarded by Sherlock - specially sponsored by Wayne Group - and explained the recent case.

"I don't know, Sherlock, if you have seen the horror movie "Hannibal". Worse, because he only eats human hearts."

With lingering fear, Gordon introduced the video he had seen that was sent to the police station. It seemed that he had returned to the night when he first turned on the DVD. The fear that surged from the bottom of his heart made it difficult to even breathe.

"The man sent a video, but his body was wrapped in a thick black cloak, and he couldn't see anything, except for a pair of hands in plastic leather covers. Those hands held a dagger. The unconscious victim’s chest was cut open, and we could still see the person’s body trembling when the heart was inserted, but a few seconds later, he was a corpse.”

"The victim's heart was taken out by him with extremely rough means, then put into a dinner plate on one side, sliced ​​into thin slices by a kitchen knife, and eaten raw directly after simple cleaning."

"He didn't speak the whole time, but occasionally raised his head to look at the camera, as if to show off. There was nothing around, and the environment was quite simple, like a random room."

"Every time he kills a person, he will dump the body under the Gotham Pioneer Bridge shortly after sending the video. And we don't know anything about this criminal."

The author has something to say: [-] words are locked, and it hasn't come out for three days.

Just now, the little black house collapsed automatically, and I, Wu Lansan, can finally make a fuss...