Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Watson didn't know if this was his own illusion, but after Sherlock's awkward caring, the banshee gave him a rather strange and complicated look, and then her beautiful face seemed to glow with a kind of moving The vitality and brilliance of the ghosts wiped away all the laziness and carelessness that ghosts unconsciously bring when they face humans.

"Lovely Mr. Detective, don't forget my identity. The Green Lantern is not a fragile human being. The hottest phoenix flame in the world is burning in my Green Lantern. This temperature is nothing."

Qing Xingdeng's gaffe was only for a moment, she quickly discarded those broken memories that made her chest sore just thinking about it, and recovered into a calm and narrow-minded beautiful banshee. A small cookie in the shape of a cat's paw was brought to Sherlock's lips, and he changed the subject: "How about dinner, cute kitten?"

Sherlock was stuffed with a cookie, and the lines of his cheeks bulged. While he was shocked by the deliciousness of the cookie, he frowned slightly for this name, and it was rare to see it in his beautiful light-colored eyes like glass. He looked a bit tangled, and then he said quickly: "If this 'cute kitten' is calling me, then I admit that the taste is not bad, and I rarely eat grilled fish that suits my taste."

"I knew a feline like you would love this."

Qing Xingdeng suppressed the smile on her lips. Although she didn't know when she developed the habit, she subconsciously gave Sherlock a cup of hot milk, and said softly, "Hey, drink more milk to grow taller."

Qing Xingdeng paused for a moment, thinking uncertainly: ...Wait a minute, did she say this to a short-legged brat who was not very obedient in a certain period of time in the past? Otherwise, how could the word "good" be blurted out so skillfully?

"First, my short friend needs this glass of milk more to contribute to his height. Second, your micro-expressions, and even your movements, are providing me with information and telling me one thing."

Sherlock took the milk and gulped it down, and quite straightforwardly brought the topic back: "From the beginning, who did you think I was?"

"Maybe it was the previous owner? I don't remember much. You know that our life is very long. It is so long that it is only a nap. Human beings have already changed their kings. It is not a good thing to cling to the past."

Qing Xingdeng is unwilling to continue to think about the past, because whenever some broken memories flash in her mind, she will be immersed in a sour and painful emotion, and there is also a strange intuition telling her that remembering those things It will only cause her trouble.

Thinking of this, Qing Xingdeng showed a complicated look of distress and helplessness, and gently pressed the center of her eyebrows. She still has a lot of important things to do, and she is not sure whether she should continue to explore the past, but fortunately, she has an open-minded personality. If it weren't for the familiar feeling that would automatically emerge when she touched something, she would not be too curious about her past, but would be full of yearning for the unknown.

And Sherlock recalled the information on the Bianhua data, which highlighted the extraordinary relationship between the ghost that was so powerful that it could sweep the Avengers Alliance and Laura, Agent Patton's wife, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought. After a while, he asked : "You also have a master?"

"It should have happened, but I don't really remember it. It probably happened a long time ago, so long before it seemed to be transformed into a ghost."

Qing Xingdeng felt a faint tingling pain in her heart. She clearly didn't need food and water, but her stomach also felt cramped. But facing Sherlock's probing eyes, she looked calm and moved smoothly, without showing any discomfort He said softly: "This is a very complicated matter, including the evolution of the god system, and also contains some information you want, so you must exchange it with at least five strange stories."

Sherlock stared into her eyes and said flatly, "Deal."

"You owe me six stories now, handsome detective."

Qing Xingdeng raised her eyebrows slightly, and tapped lightly on the ground with her feet on clogs, and the faintly blooming epiphyllum on her ankles slowly stretched its petals, and she just used this strength to sit back on Qing Deng lightly, with light movements It looked like a piece of feather, or those translucent light blue butterflies beside her, and then she looked calm, as if a little helpless, said: "This is not a strange story that can be called a strange story."

Sherlock pulled Watson back to sit on the sofa, and the latter didn't forget to bring over two cookies that Sherlock had gnawed off calmly, and then the handsome Mr. Detective made a gesture of invitation to her in understanding.

The banshee showed a look of reminiscence: "The more advanced human technology is, the more the belief in gods will decline. The Nordic, Greek and even Eastern gods have been affected. Olympus accompanied Zeus into an eternal sleep. The royal family of Asgard Members have fallen one after another, and the Eastern Gods are no exception. The gods of Gao Tianyuan have declined, but the ghosts have survived, but this is also because of the existence of humans."

Sherlock said sharply: "It has something to do with the so-called master."

Qing Xingdeng glanced at him appreciatively: "That's right, before the fall of Gao Tianyuan, the gods relied on their beliefs to become powerful, while the ghosts relied on devouring their own kind and fighting. We will reach a contract with the recognized master and become the opponent's shikigami." Train yourself, but at the same time, you will dedicate your whole life to a small thing. The decline of faith caused the gods of Gao Tianyuan to fall, but the ghosts survived with the protection of their masters."

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, and Watson once again integrated his worldview.

"Some ghosts are born to fight, and they are proud of their master's victory. There are also some who are shy by nature and are good at treating various injuries and diseases in order to gain human friendship and ensure their continued survival. There is another kind like me. Ghost."

The banshee's fingertips slowly caressed on the blue lantern: "My life and strength come from the never-extinguishing phoenix flame. The master is dispensable to me, but for some strange stories, there are those in the human soul. Interesting story, even I would love to have a master."

Sherlock clapped his hands, and said thoughtfully: "It's a good story, I have to say, you have inspired my new ideas... Maybe the changes in the world are also related to this, I may need to talk to Mycroft or God Contact the Shield Bureau, would you mind seeing other humans?"

Of course, Blake is happy with the fact that Sherlock has been led astray. In fact, it and 23 reset the background information and remaining memories of Qing Xingdeng for this purpose. It still couldn't help but feel worried about passing through the Management Bureau and the half-integrated world. It couldn't help grabbing the ground with its head anxiously, and said anxiously: "Excuse me! Excuse me!"

There are many worlds that tend to merge, but none of them have succeeded so far, which is enough to prove that fusion is always very easy to fail. At present, the management bureau has been failed and has countless experiences. The first is an important role. The death of the world will cause the world consciousness to collapse directly, leading to the failure of fusion. The second is that before the fusion is completed, if one world receives the impact of another world's power system, it will also cause fusion instability. This is also the fusion period. The reason for the appearance of space barriers, but as the most important character in the world consciousness, even if there is a power shield, most special characters can still perceive the changes in the world, so as to explore its changes, forcefully break through the space barriers, and make unstable fusion failed.

Sherlock is doing this kind of dangerous move. Although the information set by 23 in advance has slightly misled him, Black is not sure that Mycroft, who is smarter than Sherlock, will not notice other things, such as Cookie, thank Sherlock and Mycroft for never visiting Wayne's house, and the system sincerely hopes that they will never pass in this life, otherwise it will be out of the world on the spot.

And 23 in the state of Qingxingdeng knew nothing about the system that was so anxious that it was out of data flow. She looked calm and said casually: "Then you'd better make sure that he has stories and strange stories that I am interested in, otherwise I won't have too much trouble." A lot of time is wasted on humans, as for time, as long as it is not in the daytime, after all, I can’t appear in the sun.”

Then she hooked her fingertips, and a few butterflies flew over to take the empty mug in Sherlock's hand, unsteadily took it to the kitchen for cleaning, and the banshee smiled and said, "It's your turn, Mr. Detective."

Mr. Detective cleared his throat.

Then he said as a matter of course: "I leave it to you, John."

Watson: "..."

10 minutes later--

Sherlock picked up the phone, and in a flat and slightly ostentatious tone, he concentrated on the email conversation with McCoff: "I have a new pet of a special breed, and it's in the apartment on Baker Street."

Mycroft, who has a regular schedule, replied in seconds: "If you are talking about Mr. John Watson, then I already know. By the way, don't use pets to describe your roommate and a veteran doctor, and don't disclose military secrets. Give it to him, don't deny it, you just took away an encrypted ghost file two hours ago, and even used my authority."

"Watson was my dear friend, assistant and roommate."

Sherlock tapped on the keyboard and replied: "I got some new information about world changes. By the way, I want to inform you that the demon that appeared in England is a green lamp. She is in my apartment now."

Mycroft was so helpless that his hairline receded half a centimeter when the news was suddenly revealed by his restless brother. While repeatedly confirming that Qingxing Deng was harmless, he quickly replied: "I'll be right there, don't worry about it. To piss her off, and... have you found anything special?"

"I suggest you come here at eight o'clock tomorrow night, I want to sleep."

Sherlock: "As for the special discovery, well, the cookies are very delicious."

Mycroft, who was half wearing his pants, gritted his teeth: "Xia! Luo! Ke!"