[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

"First find out which courier company Dr. Brown's package is from. His family should know." Sherlock called the sheriff. After the person on the other end of the phone said that he would arrange someone to investigate, he said slowly He said to the three of John: "Although the chance of the murderer being a professional courier is negligible, there should be a special way for him to deliver packages in this company."

"Madam, er, what about the connection to the second case?" Tony suddenly thought of a question, and he spread his hands playfully, "The information about the 'arsonist' left at the scene can really be confirmed in this way. A serial murder case?"

"I always tend to think that the murderer is a team." Sherlock took out a pen and drew a few symbols on the white paper, "The executor who committed the case, the instigator who planned the case, etc., they There may be internal conflicts, but now they are unwilling to show up, and they are cautious and wait until the time is right, and we can't catch their little tails."

"Wait?" Stark stood up suddenly, put his arms around the shoulders of Iris who stood up because of his action, and after giving her a hug, he stepped towards the autopilot to the coffee shop under his instructions. The sports car at the entrance of the museum, "Iron Man has never been a passive target, I will only take the initiative to attack."

"Is this okay?" John looked worriedly at the dust brought up by someone's supercar, and the little girl was still immersed in Tony's embrace with the scent of men's perfume, " Mister Stark is trying to... scare the snake away?"

"It's better for him to do it than us." Sherlock was very satisfied with this conversation. He and Tony not only reached a consensus, Sherlock also felt a long-lost desire to meet his opponent. "I think this hero has a deeper understanding of certain things after the Battle of New York."

Sherlock looked at the clock tower directly outside the window, looking very unpredictable.

That night, Tony issued a statement on the incident as one of the members of the Avengers and the owner of the Avengers Building.The reporters used all the words they felt fit to express Mr. Stark's disdain for the murderer's rumors at the press conference.In his words, he aimed at the words and deeds of the "arsonist" everywhere, and he pulled the direction of public opinion back from the brink before it matured.

If the previous interview with Steve was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s response to the New York incident, then this time, it was the Avengers' first press conference on record.The timing was right, and Tony, who said it was a temporary idea, actually had already prepared the manuscript in his heart.

The curtain of the new century has quietly opened, and the old world has died silently. What he has to do is to ring the alarm bell of the era for those who still don't understand.

So early the next morning, after an explosion kicked off in the early morning of Queens, the perpetrator was hung high at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department by Spider-Man within an hour.

Within a few hours, the overwhelming news was broadcasting the arrest of the 'arsonist'.A good neighbor in New York, through the mouth of his queen newspaper reporter Peter Parker, first strongly supported Iron Man who was in the united front with him, and then explained his first impression of the explosion site very politely.

The threshold of the Metropolitan Police Department was about to be breached this morning, industry reporters were squatting outside the door, and the operators of various intelligence websites that had already been spotlighted were waiting for them to release the latest information.Look at these few days, it is full of big news that is eye-catching.

But just after they squatted all morning, the sound from the well-informed person from the police station turned the sky upside down.

Although the perpetrator of the bombing was arrested by Spider-Man, and the evidence at the scene also well explained the truth of the incident, he refused to admit that he was the serial murderer.

The night had just passed, and the dawn quietly rose, and Spider-Man wandering among the high-rise buildings in New York was patrolling dutifully.Although his thesis this week made him write in the dark, the refreshing morning breeze dispelled the sleepiness and depression very well, and even brought inspiration to Peter.

The feeling of soaring is close to flying. He has been Spider-Man for a long time and has superb flying skills. Peter sat effortlessly on the narrow fence on the top floor of the Empire State Building, dangling his legs, thinking about what he would give to May later. What should my aunt bring early so that she can rest for a while.

Hey, the new dumpling restaurant in Chinatown is pretty good. The breakfast they serve there is golden fried dumplings sprinkled with salt and pepper. He wanted Aunt Mei to try it last time.He hung upside down along the spider's thread, looking at the enlarged clock in front of him, well, there is still a lot of time, so let him visit the block again, this point cannot be taken lightly.

Should I say good luck or bad luck?The fire burst suddenly when everyone was unprepared, the smoke came slowly, thick smoke rose from the windows, diffused from the high-altitude floors, and the fire spread throughout the house within a few minutes. The crackling sound of the explosion made people living nearby panic.

Peter's dangling body in the air was shaken, and the spider sensor responded earlier than him. He turned around in the air, and his body was lighter than that of a bird, and he landed on the top floor of the tall building soundlessly.The red and blue uniform is so conspicuous in people's eyes. He first steadily transferred the nearby residents who might be affected to the ground. At this time, the fire truck had also arrived. Disappear.

It can only be said that the criminal in this case was unlucky. It seems that he did not read the almanac before going out, if there is such a thing in the United States.Spiderman's senses are so sensitive, with the help of the good morning weather, Peter looked down in the sky, and then he loosened his hand and extended the spider web on his wrist, reducing the distance.The back figure against the flow of people is so clear and clear.After tracing a few streets, he wiped the clothes of the passers-by, walked around people's hair blown by the wind he brought, and smelled the sweet smell of kerosene.

"Hey, buddy, you seem to have sent a courier with, uh, not very harmonious content, I'll put it away for you, thank you~"

Before the man hiding under the hood could react, before he could pull out the pistol in his spare pocket, even the courier package that he was about to hand over was wrapped in layers of spider webs.Hanging upside down on the wall, he saw the young man with a crawling spider on his chest, and then a code name that frightened criminals appeared in his mind.No matter how the man struggled, the specially made spider silk did not move at all, but tightened more and more.Peter picked him up, and without knowing how many bombs he still had, he chose to collect all the express orders from that car, and handed over all his brains to the police.

"It seems that Mr. Stark will be satisfied with my masterpiece."

After admiring his finished product on a nearby floor, he blew a whistle, his brows and eyes under the mask brought a smile from the heart, and then disappeared without a trace after a few strokes.

"Hey, we can still line up at this point, let's work harder, let's go, baby!"

A young man's energetic voice came faintly in the wind.

"Where is the prisoner?" Hearing the news hurriedly, the detective in the billowing black windbreaker led his assistant through the barriers outside the door.The police officers of the special case team looked at the two uninvited guests, paused their movements, and then signaled to the security personnel at the door without any trace.Their small movements couldn't escape Sherlock's eyes. The detective seemed to have learned how to change his face. The smirk on the corner of his mouth was just right, and the hearts of several people trembled when they saw it. There are no good things, am I right?"

"According to your test report, the prisoner used kerosene this time." Sherlock remembered what he wanted with just a glance, not to mention that everything in the police station looked like It was laid out in front of him transparently.

"So, obviously this criminal has nothing to do with the 'Arsonist'?" John said disappointedly after comparing the recorded files. While collecting possible information for Sherlock, he was also observing the situation at the scene. , Sherlock gave him a sign as soon as he entered the door, which was the sign they had agreed on before.

The representative means that important information cannot be disclosed, and someone is a traitor.

"There's no need to stay here, John." Sherlock understood the current situation, "Let's go and meet that gentleman directly."

"I don't know what an 'arsonist' is, I really don't." As soon as he entered the interrogation room, the atmosphere became inexplicably dark.John intimately closed the door for Sherlock. Although he knew it wouldn't work, it was better than nothing.Sherlock didn't ask immediately, he looked at this depressed man, for some 'violent' reasons, his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead with sweat, red eyes, dilated pupils, Sherlock looked Looking at the abnormally bright desk lamp beside him, he felt that even the sheriff couldn't conduct an in-depth interrogation on this man without any preparations.

Then someone gave him a hint, or hypnotized him.

"...Hypnotized an irrelevant person to carry out a shoddy attack?" He concluded with a delicate expression, raising his hand to press the faintly throbbing veins, the atmosphere here made him unable to think well, So Sherlock simply closed his eyes.

The palace of the mind stores all kinds of strange information, arranged and combined in a way that only Sherlock knows.If the opponent is him...

"Wait—" He opened his eyes suddenly, and John looked at Sherlock immediately.The tacit understanding between the two at the moment he saw him rushing out of the door made him follow the detective without thinking too much.

"Map." During the running, Sherlock didn't rest idle, he looked down at his watch, the pointer was slowly pointing to eight o'clock. "Hurry up, if I'm not wrong—"

"The murderer who created a series of events, he suffered from mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and obvious desire to control."

In a certain building, the screen in front of the man clearly projecting the profile of Sherlock and John flickered unsteadily, tremblingly as if the connection would be lost in the next moment.

"Bingo, hit." He was not affected by Sherlock at all, nor did he pay attention to the blinking red dot of the small device below. "Well, it's a pity, you don't have much time left, my detective."

Lowering his eyelids, he still couldn't hide the madness on the man's face.

"All the fireworks will be presented to you today. Aren't these cute little desserts delicious before dinner?"

The neat four photos were pasted on the wall behind the screen, looming in the shadows.

Tick, tick.

The sound of blood dripping overlaps with the flow of time and the countdown of life.

There was silence in the corridor, and then there were rustling noises.

The ear-piercing screams and the alarm bell broke the tranquility of the ivory tower.

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