Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Watson looked at Qing Xingdeng, and Qing Xingdeng looked at Watson.

Watson, the little goldfish who shouldn't be here, was silent for three seconds, feeling that he shouldn't be the first to break the silence. He turned his head and looked at his best friend who seemed to have discovered a new world: "Please, Sherlock, say something?"

Sherlock laughed lowly, his voice was as elegant and magnetic as a cello, but not too deep, making his smile extraordinarily provocative.

Watson supported his forehead, with a look of pain on his face: "Stop, I know what you're going to say, yes, my goldfish was shocked to the point of incoherence, now it's up to you to solve the problem, big detective."

Sherlock said thoughtfully: "You are right."

In the next second, under Watson's shocked eyes, he put away the gun quite calmly and calmly, then pulled his friend by the collar of his shirt to the side of the sofa, and slapped his shoulder: "Just solve the problem here. It will be more comfortable, remember to move ten centimeters to the left, thank you."

Watson sat down on the sofa: "...?"

"We didn't get a taxi, we stood on the subway for at least 45 minutes, and we went to the supermarket to buy vegetables and chocolates. There is no reason to go back to the apartment and stand, sit down, John, she asked me for something, understand. "

Sherlock lay down on the sofa with his arms folded, and his two long legs, which had no place to rest, rested on Watson's lap. Then he took out his mobile phone to light up the screen, glanced at the time, and raised his eyebrows with a relaxed expression: "Ten minutes, tell me, what are you asking me for?"

The blue lantern floated in front of him, and the glamorous beauty who was sitting on it bent her lips in disbelief: "Are you so sure that I won't kill you?"

Watson became alert subconsciously, but to his surprise, those vigilant gestures on Sherlock's body completely disappeared, and he calmly mocked in a tone that Watson was quite familiar with: "Oh, I really want to congratulate you, Ma'am, you are the first murderer to do housework for the victim before killing, but maybe mutants or ghosts have this special hobby, you are really amazing."

Watson: "..."

His first reaction was very real: Really, with Sherlock's poisonous tongue, maybe everyone except me and his brother, Mr. Mycroft Holmes, would want to smash his handsome head.

Then Mr. Military Doctor froze. He held his forehead and took a deep breath. Then, with an expression on his world view that collapsed again, he asked with great difficulty, "Wait a minute, you mean mutants and ghosts?"

Sherlock had an expression of "why are you making such a fuss", and said strangely: "Didn't I tell you? There is something wrong with our world, and many interesting changes have taken place. I was helping McCaw eight months ago. Husbands investigate sudden mutants and superheroes, goblins from the Battle of New York and half-blood gods from Gotham."

Watson: "..."

Watson looked at him with a serious expression, and a happy little vein almost popped up on his forehead: "No, you didn't! In fact, you never mentioned these dangerous things to me. I can't believe this is what you said , simple and easy tasks that can be completed without using your brain.”

"is it?"

Sherlock raised his chin casually, this small movement made the curly hair on his forehead fall down, covering the brow bone and the end of the eyes, he simply closed his eyes and said casually: "Oh, that might be I forgot, it's not such a big deal anyway."

Watson took a deep breath.

——Very well, except for the time when Sherlock suddenly resurrected two months ago, this was the second time he wanted to smash his handsome head.

And Sherlock didn't know this at all. He turned off the phone screen thoughtfully, sat up from the sofa with his upper body propped up, and pressed the switch of the desk lamp at hand with a snap. The warm yellow light made his light blue pupils see He felt a little warm when he got up, and then the handsome detective raised his hand as a gesture of invitation and asked, "Tell me about your origin, Miss Monster, or I will act for you."

The beauty on the lamp covered her lips and smiled. Watching the interaction between Sherlock and Watson, she took the initiative to move closer to him with great interest. With this eye-to-eye and lip-to-lip movement, her breathing was close at hand, and then she In Watson's nervous eyes (Watson: what do you mean? Is she going to kill Sherlock), he chuckled slightly narrowly, stepped back a little, and said acquiescingly, "Interesting, I've heard a little Your business, and deductive reasoning, I like to hear that."

"But usually, most people don't think that way."

Sherlock doesn't seem to have any objection to close contact. Perhaps in his eyes, the beauty like a treasure in front of him is no different from the physical evidence at the crime scene, but most people hate their own experiences being interpreted, which makes him unable to help but praise. Glanced at her.

"As a woman, your hair, skin, and even your nails don't show signs of applying cosmetics or skin care products, your eyebrows are perfectly shaped, and there are no traces of grooming at all, and every part of your body is equally fair and smooth. , but for humans, this is almost impossible, no one can control the growth direction and length of each hair, and human skin will always be worn due to various things, more or less skin color Unevenness, which is an unavoidable problem for babies, but the parts you/naked/exposed including the bends of the legs and elbows, and even the sides of the ears, have no such problem at all.”

He speaks very fast, but speaks clearly. A series of English words are connected together, and it takes a long time to catch his breath. People who don't understand English may sound like he is singing: "In terms of appearance, you are perfect. Flawless, maybe Mystique among the mutants can do this, but there is no information to prove that she has the ability to fly, and you noticed the /gun in my hand, but you didn't care about its lethality, this proves You have the confidence to fight against some human hot weapons, and there is a small problem that makes me finalize this point."

Charlotte reminded: "Watson, look into her eyes."

Watson subconsciously followed what he said, and his gaze was fixed on the beauty's eyes—very clear and beautiful, the color of the pupils showed a very light blue color, and there was a calm and gentle smile in his expression. A little narrow, but not half malicious.

Wait a minute, does this look look familiar?

Watson thought about it for half a minute—by the way, it is similar to when humans look at cute little animals, for example, when he picks up a wet puppy on the street, or when he meets his favorite little pet in a pet store, he will It will show this look, and to be more specific, it also feels a little bit like this every time Sherlock mocks the human goldfish brain.

Sherlock: "Did you feel it?"

Watson: "..."

Well, feel like I'm a goldfish.

The beauty hanging on the lamp smiled and said, "Continue."

"The color of human pupils will change more or less according to different lights. For example, my eyes are blue, but sometimes they look yellow or green, but you are different. Your eyes are always blue. , whether it's a cool-toned mobile phone light or a warm-toned desk lamp, your eye color doesn't change at all."

Sherlock's speech slowed down: "Two possibilities, first, you can control the color of your eyes at all times, and second, this so-called human form is not a real human being, but a mimicry that is similar to the incarnation of a ghost. It's just for us to see that it's teal."

The system hidden in Qing Xingdeng's consciousness was sweating profusely, and decided to draw up a report to the modeling department after this mission, asking them to pay attention to it and strengthen the authenticity of the Shikigami entity.

On the contrary, Qing Xingdeng showed a hint of appreciation: "As expected of Sherlock Holmes, I knew that I would never go wrong finding you."

"It sounded like a compliment, and I took it."

Sherlock turned to look at Watson, and said, "Listen, this is the correct way to praise, not what you wrote in your blog." Stunning ignorance', extreme ignorance is hardly a compliment."

Watson: "What? My God, Sherlock, how long ago was this... I thought you'd erased it from your precious brain, but didn't we just agree to let it go?"

Sherlock snorted inexplicably, and didn't tell his friend that he had memorized all his blogs. Then he coughed softly, refocused on the intruder in the apartment, and said word by word: "Now then, tell me who you are."

The cyan butterfly hovering in mid-air stayed beside the candlelight. In the pale cyan light, the beauty sitting on the blue lamp lightly tapped her soft fingertips on the complex and beautiful lines of the blue lamp under her seat, and explained softly : "I am Qing Xingdeng, a monster born after the [-]th ghost story in Hundred Stories. I cannot see the sun, nor can I leave the wind in my hand. I am responsible for taking the human beings who have completed the Hundred Stories to hell."

Sherlock's movements paused for a moment, and then he started to Google the Qingxing Lantern information without changing his face, and asked back as if he was not affected at all: "So what do you need my help for?"

"I'm writing a new Hundred Monogatari, and I need interesting stories. After all, no matter whether I am a human or a ghost, I like all kinds of ghost stories. Whether I tell others or listen to others, I like it very much."

Qing Xingdeng sighed faintly, and said in a gesture: "But human society doesn't seem to welcome monsters like me. If it wasn't for the eternal flame of the phoenix burning in my green lamp, I am afraid that I would be so weak that I can't even take the form of a human." It’s not good to be able to save it.”

She said meaningfully: "Fortunately, I found you, Sherlock. Everyone has a story in their soul, and yours is especially fascinating. I need you. As a reward, I will also make a story for you." The thing, of course, is that it's not a request, it's a deal."

Watson, who was paddling all the way: "..."

He thought: I should go and prepare dinner first.