Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Everyone has to tell a strange story, and then blow out the candle in front of them. When the last strange story is over and the candle is extinguished, Qingxing Lantern will appear as a game reward... She will take away a human soul, He was sent to hell to meet Yan Mo, who judges evil."

The banshee lowered her eyelashes slightly, and her eyes fell on the dignified and handsome faces of Sherlock and Mycroft. The light blue candlelight cast a layer of delicate cold light on her cold and beautiful face like a short-lived epiphyllum, and she was here A pale candle was raised in the heavy atmosphere: "This is the game rule of Hundred Monogatari, even I can't violate it, after all... that's how I was transformed into Qingxing Deng."

Mycroft was silent for a while. This low-key and stable British politician began to consider how to protect Sherlock and his pet roommate in the face of the great disparity between the enemy and us. Watson and Sherlock have learned about each other during their short time together. He has a bit of a wicked personality, so he was just nervous for a second before starting to diverge his thinking.

Watson took a candle to light it, got up and went to find scissors to cut the wick short, while Sherlock was holding a plate of cookies, and at this time he didn't forget to feed himself. He changed his expression and said: "Whose soul will you take away, will you send it back?"

"As expected of a lovely Mr. Detective, he was the first to find the loophole in the problem, but unfortunately, I can't give you all affirmative answers. There is only one good news and one bad news."

Qing Xingdeng said with a smile: "The good news is that superheroes and ordinary humans are not on the hunting list of the ghosts. After all, several powerful big monsters are friendly with some superheroes. No weak person dares to resist their authority, but some Some evil and dark souls still make us unable to resist harvesting and collecting them, such as clowns, Moriarty or Hannibal, and the bad news is that these evil souls that have been taken away will never return day."

Sherlock turned to look at Watson, "John, for a moment I couldn't tell which of these two pieces of good news made me happier."

Watson: "..."

And Mycroft's dark gray eyes seemed to glow faintly under the candlelight, and he said calmly: "Is one enough? In fact, I also have a list, which records two-thirds of the international wanted criminals."

Everyone killed like hemp and committed a heinous crime.

Watson: "..." As expected of the Sherlock Holmes brothers.

"Is this a new deal? Mr. Holmes, if your strange talk is interesting enough, let alone a few wanted criminals in the human world, it is not impossible for you to be your master."

Qing Xingdeng played with the burning candle: "Don't show such unbelievable eyes, ghosts are very loyal creatures, even if the human life span is at most a hundred years, after the death of the master, we will still stick to our obsession... Especially Fu Sangshen."

Sherlock said thoughtfully: "In the S.H.I.E.L.D. data, the dark knight Batman in Gotham owns Fusangshin in the Saber Onikiri."

"Onikiri is indeed the most typical fusangshen, loyal, beautiful, powerful, and famous for his fighting power even in the ghost world, but he chose the wrong master. As a sword fusangshen whose nature is to kill, he chose A master who abides by the principle of not killing."

The banshee frowned slightly, ignoring the slight pain in her heart, and wanted to expose this uncomfortable topic, her voice slowly lowered: "I can't feel Onikiri's demonic power and existence, probably he has broken his sword."

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged: "This is new information. In the news report half a month ago, it was still saying that Batman was killing Arkham with a knife."

Qing Xingdeng raised his eyebrows and refused to continue talking about this strange topic: "The information channels of human beings are not always accurate. I am not interested in talking about the losers, let alone... since you are collecting information about ghosts, you should be able to understand the unknown. I am more interested in the existence of ghosts."

Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other, and at the same time acquiesced to this statement, picked up the white candle in front of him, and at this time, Watson also lit his own candle, and this real "Hundred Stories" finally began.

Sherlock, who came first in line, calmly blew out the candle in front of him, then he took out his phone, opened Watson's blog, and read: "This is the Xth case that Sherlock and I have experienced. I made an appointment to meet Sherlock in XX. He stood beside the stone pillar with a blank face, looked down at his watch with those water-colored eyes, and then looked at me. I was thinking at the time that the public's eyes were right. A rather handsome English gentleman indeed, even in that familiar overcoat and dark blue scarf, and even in some respects a striking ignorance, but I think—”

Mycroft: "..."

Watson, who was publicly executed, blushed: "Sherlock!"

Sherlock nodded: "A rather handsome British gentleman, if this is a compliment, then I accept it, and now continue."

Watson held his forehead and put on a posture of refusing to talk. Fortunately, he had served in the army, so he was able to stay strong until Sherlock finished reading.

Mycroft spoke flatly about an undisclosed case.

When it was Watson's turn, Sherlock, who found Watson's praise from the case again, handed him the phone and said reservedly, "Read."

Watson: "..."

He started to read his blog blankly.

Finally, it was Qing Xingdeng's turn. Looking at her glamorous side face under the candlelight, Mycroft turned on the recording device calmly.

"In the Heian period of Japan, there was a beautiful girl. She was shy by nature and was not good at talking to people. Therefore, even though she was glamorous, she looked a little gloomy, so few people were willing to communicate with her. Whenever she was in danger When it is time, it will turn into a strange and bloodthirsty demon knife, and its temperament will also change into cruelty and love for war."

Qing Xingdeng looked faintly under the candlelight: "It is rumored that there are many dead souls under her sword, including humans and ghosts. She is known as one of the most powerful monsters in the Heian Era. Feeling self-blame for having too many lives, she bears an unknown title, dare not get close to those fragile lives, and is unwilling to bring harm to others, so she will always be alone, living a lonely life, in fact, she is also very kind and lonely cute Where's the girl?"

She brought the burning candle to her lips, lightly blew out its bright yellow flame, and said, "This is the strange story of the Demon Sword Girl."

The last candle was extinguished, and the faint blue light of the green lamp suddenly brightened, and a large number of translucent butterflies flapped their wings in mid-air, leaving behind beautiful streamers of light as they flew.

Sherlock turned on the video and began to record this rare sight.

Qing Xingdeng spoke softly and said calmly: "This is the end of the game of Hundred Stories, so now it's time to reward."

Mycroft and Sherlock sat up straight unconsciously. The latter was very interested in everything about goblins, while the former had to think more, and began to consider the pros and cons of the existence of goblins to the lives of the British people.

With a smile in her eyes, the banshee said with great interest: "Let me see which villain is so lucky to be taken to hell by the blue lantern, and meet Yan Mo to reflect on his sins? Hmm... Mo Riati."

She hooked her fingertips lightly, and the curtain on the window sill seemed to have been cut by someone to cut the rope of the hanging ring, and it fell straight to the ground. The moonlight shone in from the window, and a large number of butterflies hit the glass, and then penetrated without any obstacles. In the past, fly to the distance with the glowing light.

Sherlock succinctly commented: "Very beautiful."

"After all, women still care about their image, even the ghost girl Hongye who needs to eat carrion, let alone me."

Qingxingdeng held a butterfly in his palm: "Qingxingdeng is not a monster who is good at fighting, but it is not without the ability to protect itself. The butterfly from the soul-absorbing lamp will take the soul of the provocateur to hell, or serve as nourishment for Qingxingdeng , bringing more strange stories to the master."

The butterfly spread its wings and landed docilely on the banshee's cold palm. As if it had its own thoughts, it kissed the owner's skin with its tentacles, and finally flew down to the soft shoulders in a protective attitude.

Mycroft's thoughts turned rapidly, and he began to think about how to restrain or control this powerful Qingxing Lantern, and it would be best to choose the master or incorporate it. He frowned and thought for a while, his dark gray eyes looked at Xiang Banshee said directly: "If interesting ghost stories are the condition for you to choose the master, the government department has a secret archive that records many cases of special nature for decades, and we have a list in our hands, each of which is a homicide. Super criminals who are so heinous and heinous, they are allowed to be killed on the spot."

"This is not called choosing a master, but a transaction... Although I am really interested in ghost stories and criminals, it is a pity."

The banshee raised her index finger and shook him lightly: "Smart people are not interesting enough. Compared to you, I still like that little goldfish."

Little Goldfish Watson: "..."

Again, I shouldn't be here.

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At this time, Moriarty...

People sit at home, and disaster comes from heaven!

Several villain organizations that illegally researched mutants valued his ability and approached him in advance. By the way, the first partner these organizations valued was Luthor who dared to confront Superman, but the blond curl who didn't know what to do After Mao Yi discovered that there were so many strange aliens with superpowers in the world, he suddenly changed his attitude towards Superman, and even wanted to cooperate with the Justice League, so they had to give up this cooperation goal that was more suitable for them , turned to find Moriarty, and then at Moriarty's request, they sent several top agents to successfully help him escape by feigning death.

It was also for this reason that shortly after Sherlock returned to London, Moriarty also returned to London at the same time, but what greeted him was not the pleasure/sensation of confronting Sherlock, but the overwhelming light cyan butterflies.

"Ding."

The task completion beep sounds.

Black, who had been under the oppression of Sherlock and Mycroft's high IQ for a whole day, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. It quickly submitted the task to the headquarters, and displayed the basic information on the screen——

"Main task: Detective Sherlock, Sherlock's favorability: 40, Watson's favorability: 60, Mycroft's favorability: 20, has joined the target team, the main task has been completed, score S, the time and space gate is about to open."