[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

It's not that Sherlock has never met a lunatic, nor has he never met a brutal criminal. For example, Morianti is a rare thing in the world, but this kind of sudden shot at the door, plus the reason of not resting for several days and nights, is I can't prevent it.

At the moment when the bullet was about to be fired, Jason, who was lurking behind, pushed the muzzle of the gun away from the established route, and grazed Sherlock's heart, but still hit the body, but after he fell down.Jason even jumped directly at the murderer, harassing the murderer with his high-speed flight, and harassing the murderer. He opened his guns everywhere, but he couldn't hit the grass fairy who was only the size of a thumb.

She was so annoyed by Jason that she was so crazy that she smashed the chair as soon as she lifted it.A loud noise alarmed the neighbors nearby.You know, the few shots fired before were not discovered because of the gunfire.Knowing that Jason can control the murderer, Ronika flew to Sherlock's side, trying to stop the bleeding.

However, gardenia petals do not have a healing effect. Even if she threw herself on it, the blood from the wound continued to flow out.

"Sherlock!" Ronika shouted anxiously, and then her eyes shone slightly, corresponding to Sherlock's eyes, echoing each other, and then unexpectedly formed a ray of light, connected together, and at the same time, connected It created the thinking space of two people.

Sherlock is in his thinking palace, where there are piles of books, piled up to the sky, and the house where he lived in his childhood, and there is even a well outside the house, but the moment he crosses the library, it becomes He left the Baker Street living room where he was most used to, and even the kitchen smelled like black tea.

He was sitting at the dining table drinking tea, enjoying a day when he wasn't driven crazy by his own brain and had nothing else to do.

At this time, Ronika, who had returned to her normal size, walked in. Of course, she was still the teenage child, wearing the uniform before she disappeared, looking a little bit secondary.Sure enough, the detective raised his eyebrows: "Are the costumes in the world of your flower fairies so strange?"

"Don't you all know that I'm not a flower fairy?"

No, I'm just habitually sarcastic.

Sherlock rolled his eyes secretly, continued to drink his black tea, and tried to recall what happened before.Although the person who was shot was said to lose his memory for a short time, he was Sherlock Holmes after all, and it didn't take a moment for him to understand where he was and what happened outside.

"I saw Jason push the muzzle away."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you won't die, lose a lot of blood, or if Jason fails to stop the murderer again."

"This is not the first time." The detective was very calm, took another sip of tea, and asked, "Just tell me, what do you want?"

"Your eyes." Ronika stared at each other.

Hearing this, Sherlock looked over with a strange and complicated look, and then he raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to gouge out your eyes for you?"

Ronika sighed: "No, I don't know either. To be precise, what I want is not your eyes, but the power in your eyes."

"Are you saying that I have a vision of [-] each?"

"..." You can actually joke?

"Let's get down to business." The detective changed his face instantly, from a smirk to a serious one, and said with deep eyes, "Explain clearly."

Ronika told the shit about Goliath.Seriously, it wasn't that she didn't believe Sherlock if she didn't say it before.She has seen clearly the detective's character these days, and she also thinks that with so many years of experience, she will not mistake anyone.But what Ronika is worried about is that Sherlock, who has always been thinking logically, will directly denounce this unbelievable story as her fairy tale fantasy and refuse to accept it.

"So, both of our eyes lit up, and I got to this place, um, is this your brain?"

Sherlock took another sip of tea calmly, and responded, "My memory palace,"

"Wow, it's spectacular." Ronika complimented dryly, and added cautiously, "That's what I just said."

"I understand, but the problem is that you don't know how to bring out the power of the Righteous Eye, do you?"

"That's right, but... well, you actually believed it after hearing it once?" Ronika opened her eyes wide in shock.

The detective rolled her eyes impatiently: "I'm not in the habit of hearing people say things twice, and I've never seen your uniform before, so it's impossible to see you like this in my memory palace. Such...an unreasonable fairy tale. So, I either believe what you are telling the truth, or I have to admit that I am a goldfish obsessed with fairy tales. After thinking about it, the former is more likely."

When you eliminate the impossible, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth.

This is Sherlock Holmes, although he has always been dominated by rational logic, he has never been a subjective idiot.The inclusiveness and diversity of his inner thoughts are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. This is the detective of Baker Street, the whole of England... no, it can be said to be one of the best detectives in the whole world.

"Although I have doubts about whether the goddess of 'Goliath' has eyes, after all, gods with eyes, and even humans with eyes can see that I have nothing to do with integrity, And the eyes have nothing to do with integrity. Tell me, how can I see the power of integrity from the eyes?"

With that said, Sherlock Holmes is a vicious, mean and obnoxious bastard!

"What is the relationship between eyes and integrity? I can't answer this kind of question." Ronika also complained, but she looked at Sherlock and said with certainty in her eyes: "But you are indeed an upright person, regardless of your own Admit it or not, something is always in your heart. Sherlock, I have experienced many worlds, and I have met people who are smarter than you, and I have also known people who can bring disaster to the world with a wave of their hands."

"Magic, technology, intelligence, force, even as powerful as infinite gems. You can name all these things with the same name-power."

"Power is not absolute, but relative. When an individual, especially a mortal, has overwhelming power, he will no longer control himself to follow the rules. They will pursue what they want, which is obsession. Some people become murderers because they enjoy the power to control other people's lives and deaths. Some people are willing to save the world, not necessarily because they are kind, but because they like the feeling of saving others. I have even seen all their power spent on eating pizza. the strong."

"Actually, no matter what you pursue, you shouldn't be blamed, just like you like puzzles. But, except for using this superhuman power to hurt others. Sherlock, how many people who are too smart do you know? What is it?"

Sherlock thought for a while, what else could it be?Criminals like Morianti, or people in power like McCoff, and of course there are people who are law enforcement.

"Pursue the heart, have strength, and choose not to hurt. Such a person is the upright person recognized by Goliath."

As soon as Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, he felt the memory palace shake for a while, the ceiling turned into a violent white light, and there was a deafening shout: "Sherlock? Sherlock! Can you hear me? Damn it, Hold on, Sherlock!"

It was Dr. Watson's voice.

Speaking of which, Dr. Watson had received an overtime call before, and he hurried to the clinic. The doctor on duty looked around sleepily, and the first thing he said was: "Hey, John, why are you here?" What kind of patient, to be precise, there is no one except a woman who takes medicine.

After confirming again and again that he was not asked to come to work, Watson realized that it was over. Someone deliberately called him to lure him out.

At that moment, he thought that Morianti was making a comeback and was going to kidnap him again, but he was vigilant for a long time, and there was no one ambushing around.Then why call him out?What will happen if he doesn't work overtime?He will go back to the apartment on Baker Street with Sherlock, take a good bath, make tea, boil milk for Mr. Holmes, and then sleep peacefully—

Baker Street!Sherlock! ! !

He ran out at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, and luckily called a taxi. When he got out of the car, he was so anxious that he even threw his wallet to the driver.Fortunately, the gun was kept by his side, and there were still a few bullets in it. With his marksmanship, as long as there was not a group of people, he could handle it. But just to be on the safe side, he still sent a message to Lestrade.

When he rushed in, he saw the detective lying in a pool of blood, and the mad woman who was fighting with the grass fairy.Jason is very bad, knowing that if he stalks too much, the other party will leave him and run away, so every time Janet is about to back off, he flies a little slower, so that the woman thinks she can kill the bastard who is bothering her.

Janet had a gun in his hand, and Jason yelled at him, "She was the one who shot, why are you standing there, hit her!"

The eyes of the doctor and the lunatic met, and the moment the lunatic raised her hand, he aimed and pulled the trigger one step faster than her.Jason looked at the shot in the middle of the murderer's eyebrows, and whistled involuntarily. Not only was his marksmanship accurate, but his reaction speed was also top-notch. It would be a waste of talent for Watson to be a doctor in a small clinic.

Dr. Watson didn't think too much about it. He didn't care about Janet's death. He immediately knelt down to examine Sherlock. He was terrified to see the pool of blood. Fortunately, he was a military doctor and was very experienced in treating such gunshot wounds.Even so, his hands still trembled a little, after all, this was none other than his best friend.

"Sherlock, hold on, Sherlock!" While stopping the bleeding, he made an emergency call, clamping his shoulder to report the address and patient information.

That damned little bastard still woke up leisurely, blinked his blank eyes, and the first thing he said was: "John, am I an upright person?"

"I think you won't be able to realize this problem until the rest of your life is over." Dr. Watson was relieved to see that he was still in good spirits, and replied dumbfoundedly: "For God's sake, you He has always been an upright and good man, otherwise the devil would be your friend and put up with your damn faults. Besides, do you really think Lestrade put up with you for so long because of Mycroft?"

"Isn't it because I can solve the case?" Sherlock pouted.

"It's only idiots who allow people with bad intentions to come into contact with crimes. I said Dr. Watson, can you shut him up." A voice came faintly from outside the door, followed by heavily armed policemen and behind him. of ambulance personnel.

Watson looked at the murderer's body, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Justifiable self-defense."

Lestrade looked up to the sky and sighed, why did he feel so tired? There were originally two Sherlock Holmes, but now there is another Dr. Watson.

Sherlock felt his vision blurred for a while, which should be a normal phenomenon caused by excessive blood loss. Before he finally fell into a coma, he looked up at the inspector and the doctor, as well as the concerned and worried expressions on their faces. Lestrade even He didn't care about the murderer lying dead beside him.

So the detective smiled slightly.

Ronika felt a burst of warm power float out of Sherlock's eyes, and then was instantly sucked in by Goliath's eyes. The eyes flickered a few times, brighter and stronger than before.Immediately afterwards, a suction force pulled her and Jason back to the previous world.

Originally, Ronika because she would go back to Metropolitan Louise's home, just like last time.

Who would have expected that they would go straight to a gloomy basement, where a circle of people were having a meeting, and when they heard the sound of heavy objects falling, they all stood up in an instant and entered a fighting state. It looked like Roy the Arsenal, one of Jason's few friends.

"Don't, my own people, don't do it." Ronika shouted quickly, almost thinking that Goliath had sent them to some strange parallel world.

"Ronica Wayne? Jason?" Roy was surprised. "You're back? Hey, bats, they're back!"

bat?Batman?Wasn't her dad in the Batcave or the Wayne Corporation, hanging out as a mouse with everyone in this dusty basement?Ronika stood up in surprise, and found that at the end of the long table, a man in bat armor was looking over at the moment.

"Ronika," Batman whispered.

"I got the Eye of Integrity back, and Jason and I met Dr. Fate before, and he kept saying..."

"I know all about it." Batman interrupted suddenly, walked towards her, and took off his helmet, revealing a haggard face, as if he hadn't slept for half a month, he knelt down and looked at his daughter With a familiar face, she wanted to reach out to touch her cheek, but held back, "I'm sorry, child, you must set off again to find the remaining power of the Eye of Goliath."

"Only one third." A strange voice came from the corner, and Ronika didn't realize that there was someone before, she suddenly looked up, it was a black-haired Asian woman, up and down, the familiar feeling on her made her feel Ronika had the illusion of seeing her loved ones.

"She is?"

"I am Toshiko Wano, the host of Goliath's left hand, and the right hand has set out to find her last power, the host of the heart has not yet awakened." The woman said lightly, "I should not have awakened and withdrawn the power before all the hosts, I just met you. Even the strength of my left hand has not been fully recovered."

A light blue force diffused from the left hand, wrapping around the opponent's body.

"But they killed my best friend."

The good friend who took her in when she was most desperate, gave her guidance when she was confused, and pushed her away when danger came.