[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

Grass Fairy Jason Todd sits at the window, thinking about his life.He felt that although he had done a lot of stupid things in his life, he was still considered a good person after all. Why did he suffer such revenge?He shook the mimosa on his head, squinted his eyes and thought, he would rather deal with the clown ten thousand times, ten thousand times!

"Can you fulfill my wish?" Jiao Didi's soft voice, it was two little girls looking up at him, the oldest was only seven years old, and the youngest was only three or four years old. The place where he was located was affiliated with the church. Orphanages, the kind that only adopt girls.

"No." Grass Fairy refused ruthlessly.

The older girl's eyes were full of disappointment. She has brown curly hair and is the eldest of several children, so she still looks like a big sister, knowing that when the younger girl reaches out to grab the mimosa on the head of the grass fairy , Seriously stop the other party, and educate the little girl to "protect the grass fairy, everyone is responsible."

Damn it, Red Hood never hits a child, even if she wants to pull the grass off her head, she can't do it, hold back!

The little girl was scolded by her sister, her eyes were full of tears, she hugged her golden hair aggrievedly, and carefully peeked at the grass swaying in the wind on Jason's head.

Jason:  …

In the end, he rolled his eyes at the sky, and once again realized that he might have offended the sky, which is why he got to where he is today.The grass fairy raised her hand, and the leaves of mimosa fell from the sky. He grabbed a few and made a handful, then flew to the little girl, and handed the mimosa to the place.

"Thank you!" The brown-haired girl thanked immediately.

"Don't tell me about me." Grass Fairy made a ferocious expression, but suffering from his current image, besides making people feel cute, it has no other function.

"We will definitely keep it a secret." Even though the girls are still young, they also know that once their identities are revealed, Grass Fairy is likely to be taken away by adults.Children's minds are always filled with all kinds of whimsical ideas, but to some extent, they are the ones who see the most clearly.

The monastery has not been peaceful these days, and the police have come in two or three waves.

After Jason became a fairy, he could hear voices far away, which may be the characteristics of Mimosa, and he is extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment.He could even smell the hair-thin blood in the wind. This smell belonged to a girl, and the other party was already dead.

Jason frowned, and said to the two happy little girls with a straight face, "Be careful these days, don't run around, and stay with the nuns."

Something is wrong here.

Sherlock happily went to the police autopsy room with his assistant, Dr. Watson, and the flower fairy Ronika in his pocket.

"Morning, freak." Officer Anderson waved his hand, but the expression on his face was not friendly at all.

Sherlock ignored him, and after asking where the body was, he plunged into it.There were three female corpses in the morgue. For God's sake, the youngest was only 13 years old, just a child. Watson could hardly bear to look at it.

"Anderson, you can leave now, remember to close the door." Sherlock said without looking back,

"Huh?" The man pointed at himself and made a look of disbelief: "I am the policeman, this is my job, freak."

"Oh." Hearing this, Sherlock finally stopped looking at the corpse in front of him, showed a wrinkled mocking face, pulled out two plastic gloves, and asked with a smirk while putting them on himself: "Then what do you see?" coming?"

"These three girls are all related to Christianity. Two families are devout believers, and one is a child from an orphanage attached to the church. The key point is that they are still in the same parish. If you want me to say, the murderer intends to..." Anderson just Wanting to talk freely, I saw Sherlock showing a contemptuous expression.

"I thought your job was to examine dead bodies, not to do background checks, Anderson, but I'm to blame for this. It was my mistake that I still expected your IQ."

"Hey, watch your language, freak!" Anderson yelled. "The autopsy reports are out. They all received fatal stab wounds to vital organs and died of excessive blood loss and organ failure. The murderer was careful not to leave any There are no traces of DNA, and the corpse does not appear to have been violated. The murderer struck quickly and killed the victim with a single stab, but later he continued to stab the victim who had lost too much blood. Even if it was not necessary, he was an extremely brutal person."

"Him?" Sherlock planned to ask, "How come?"

"Comeon, freak, not every woman is so vicious. I know what you're going to say! I'm not guessing. The second victim here was a member of the school boxing team who won the World Junior Boxing Championships last year. The champion of the women's group, what kind of woman has the strength to kill her? Look at the corpses, freak, none of the corpses have a lot of defensive injuries, which means that they have no time to fight back!"

"It may be someone I know." Watson interrupted suddenly, "You said the murderer was killed with a single knife. Maybe they were unprepared. After being stabbed, they would have no strength to resist." He followed Sherlock's words. Long.He must have his own reasoning ability!

"Well said, John." Sherlock said and drove Anderson outside: "Thank you for your participation, but you should go out, and tell Lestrade that he asked me to come here to investigate, and you are here The scene will affect my intelligence and lower the IQ level of the whole street."

"Hi!!" The door was closed, shutting out Anderson's voice. The air conditioner in the morgue was turned on, and the incandescent lamp gave off a cold light. Everything was gloomy.

Just as Watson looked at those young faces and felt a slight pain in his heart, a head popped out of Sherlock's coat, flapped its wings, and flew to the corpse, with an indescribably complicated pity Looking at those girls with a serious look.

They are all just children, Ronika sighed, this world will always be like this, the damned can't die, and the damned are killed prematurely at the age when their youth just blooms.Looking at the corpse in front of her, she thought of Anna, and those ugly faces of Ma Liwei.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to anyone, he put on his gloves, and then circled around the three corpses like a cat, the plastic gloves scratched across the no longer soft corpses, inspecting every wound, not letting go of any tiny evidence , he was so focused that Inorganic's eyes were as sharp as a blade, making it impossible for people to look directly at him.

Watson held the flower fairy in his palm and said softly, "It's not good for your petals to fall on the corpse, it will contaminate the evidence."

Ronika glanced back at the good doctor, pointed to the gardenia petals that had fallen on the eyelids of the dead body, and said in silence for a few seconds: "I just discovered that my petals may have other functions, besides using Come for something other than an air freshener.”

Yes, when the gardenia petals fell on the corpse, a picture appeared in front of Ronika's eyes in an instant, but the picture was shaking and blurred, accompanied by the girl's scream, it was tightly wrapped The rain boots, and the flashing silver cross, engraved with a few unknown characters.

She sighed and told the two without any concealment. Watson was slightly surprised, but Sherlock just turned his head and glanced at her, then stood up and said calmly, "I see, let's go back."

Wait, it's time to go back, did you forget something?

Not only the good doctor looked confused, but even Lestrade who was waiting outside felt a headache. He could naturally invite Sherlock to help, but the other party couldn't just run away after seeing the corpse without saying anything!He still has his subordinates, didn't they all stare at the detective duo eagerly waiting for food?

"What can you say, what direction should we investigate?" Lestrade covered his face.

"Don't you have the autopsy report from the forensic doctor? And the background investigation of the three victims?" Sherlock showed that wrinkled mocking face again.

Watson glared at him and tugged at the other party's sleeve. The former restrained himself and raised his eyebrows and said, "You are not wrong. It is indeed related to the Antaxi Diocese. Those who do it are familiar with the situation there and know where to do it. Alarm the passers-by and attract the police. The murderer is a novice, but he is likely to suffer from some kind of mental illness. In this way, your system should be able to find the villain in Antaxi Diocese and has relevant medical records. Her age will not exceed 40 years old. But they are older than 20 years old, their family is poor, and they currently live alone, with limited financial resources.”

"Wait, where did you get it..." Lestrade looked blank as usual.

"And she is likely to commit crimes again, so I sent you to the street to investigate one by one as a human being, so as not to have another corpse here." Sherlock paused for a while, then smiled falsely: "Of course, there will be one more corpse." There is no harm in the corpse, so she will expose more flaws."

Hearing this, everyone present had strange eyes. Even a person with low EQ like Sherlock realized that he had said something wrong, but he didn't care at all, and took Watson away with a cold face, even though he hadn't left yet. , but still could hear the whispering of the police officers behind him.

"A person like him..." "What day will we kill someone?" "Who can catch him?"

Watson was a little silent along the way, and after walking for a few streets, he cleared his throat and said, "You would never do this, never will."

"What did you say?"

Watson stopped, looked at the other person's indifferent and emotionless eyes, and said seriously: "You don't have to take their words to heart, maybe you really don't pay attention to what you say, but sometimes, getting to know someone is not only about It's about what he says, it's about what he does. They don't understand you, and you'd never hurt someone."

Sherlock immediately understood, showed a disdainful expression, and said, "I'm so boring, should I pay attention to them?"

Watson smiled good-naturedly.He still had Ronika in his pocket, and he was showing half of his head at the moment, looking at the two of them curiously.

"Besides." Sherlock said calmly, "I'm a high-functioning anti-social personality."

"Probably not." Ronika interjected in a low voice, and the two looked at her, the latter flapped his wings, tilted his head and said, "I wanted to say it before, you look a lot like someone I knew before. "

Although they all have horse faces, they are still different. Doctor Strange has a beard, a goat's hairstyle, and always looks serious and tired, so she hasn't been able to connect the two people together at first, but now she is getting more and more It looks more and more like it, especially this arrogant attitude.

"That friend of mine always looks like 'I'm number one in the world, I'm too lazy to talk to you, you stupid idiots' all the time, and every time he threatens us that if Tony makes trouble again next time, he will kill him. Throw it into the void space, and you are not allowed to interfere with the timeline and worldline, blah blah blah."

Ronika rested her chin and said, "But every time something happens, he is always the first to rush over." Even if it was death, Doctor Strange would gladly go there.

"What does this have to do with me?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that someone who looks like your friend is a good person?"

"No, it's just that I'm very familiar with duplicity." Ronika shrugged.

In fact, until now, she didn't know how Doctor Strange died.Before the world was destroyed, some strange things did happen, but what concerned her the most was the sudden disappearance of Doctor Strange, and the funnel that represented his life exploded directly. The world collapsed.

The members of the Avengers at that time thought of all the ways, but failed to save the world. In the end, they could only fall into darkness with the world.Before the collapse, Goliath's Eye took her away from that world. She obviously wanted to die with them, but Goliath refused to let her die and teleported her at the last moment.

She still remembers the screams she made when she found herself sleeping on the bed in the bedroom, remembering the faces of her comrades crumbling and annihilated.

But the spontaneous destruction of the world is completely unreasonable. There is no enemy showing up, it's just that the world suddenly collapsed by itself.