After listening to these few words, I felt that my girl's heart was broken all over the ground, and I couldn't even pick it up.
Ba Lala hung up the phone angrily, and swore that if she was seduced by this long face with low EQ again, she would be a bastard tortoise!
She didn't know when the oath would take effect, but when she was rushing home angrily, Barala's cell phone rang again.
This time the caller ID was Coulson, and Barala exhaled forcefully, connected the phone, and asked angrily, "What's wrong?"
Coulson, who was suddenly affected by the spreading anger, looked bewildered.
But Coulson is also good-tempered, and asked with concern: "Who made you angry?"
Barala: "..." I didn't even want to mention those three words.
"I was bitten by a sausage just now... You are calling at this time, do you need me?" The two just talked through the phone, and it is estimated that Coulson noticed something and came to bother Barala.
"It's like this. According to other sources, they found Patton's traces in Germany." For his good friend who was born and died, although Coulson appeared to be business-like on the surface and started to form the Avengers, but in private. Constantly looking for Hawkeye's whereabouts.
It doesn't matter whether it's being controlled by a man or a god. It's not a good feeling. Coulson wants to stop it before he makes a big mistake.
"They seem to be looking for something. If that's the case, I think it has something to do with the necklace of the dead man you mentioned."
Coulson vaguely heard something, but he was not sure, so he thought of Barala, who was outside the matter but knew about it, "If possible, I think you should go to Germany, maybe you can find something."
Barala: ...
"Okay, just sauce." Barala hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and immediately got through to the sausage, no, the curly-haired caller, completely forgetting the fact that she hung up in anger just now.
"Sherlock, does your previous promise to hire me still count???"
***
Stuttgart, Germany.
In an outdoor coffee shop, John wore black sunglasses, put his hands on the armrests, and kept shaking his legs as he hummed the melody of the song. Take this rare vacation.
"This isn't a vacation, John." Sherlock sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee gracefully, pointing it out ruthlessly.
Watson: ...
John Watson, who was already familiar with Sherlock, stopped shaking his legs, and the whites of his eyes under the sunglasses almost flew into the sky. He looked at Sherlock speechlessly, and asked puzzledly, "Then what are we here for?"
Sherlock glanced at him, which was self-evident.
"Please, you didn't find out when and where nicotine appeared. Where are we going to sit and wait!" John also admired Sherlock's courageous and adventurous spirit, let alone that Moriarty who kept provoking Sherlock. At least I know what it looks like. This Yinyuanhui is simply a huge hole. No matter how hard I try to find it, I can’t figure it out. Nicotine is just a small guy. Up to now, I only know that he came to Germany to plan a terrorist attack. Specifically The situation is unknown.But Sherlock was extremely curious about the affairs of this organization as if he had been beaten into chicken blood, and even became very indifferent to the matter of Moriarty.
I don't know how big Moriarty's mental area is, who has always regarded Sherlock as an opponent.
Under the high pressure of Sherlock, John gradually learned to complain about himself and resolve himself. After saying this, he devoted himself to the warm sunbath, holding a straw in his mouth, and looking at the dynamics of FB on his mobile phone.
"Barala got off the plane." John nodded and reported to Sherlock.
Anyway, Sherlock, who didn't respond to what he heard, continued to drink coffee and read the newspaper as John expected.
Well, the German newspaper, well, it's Sherlock.
After getting off the plane, Barala quickly brought her luggage to the place they agreed upon. She saw two figures in perfect configuration, one tall and one low, sitting under the sun umbrella. This made Barala raise her hand to cover the dazzling Sunshine feels that all this is really beautiful.
He stepped forward and patted John on the shoulder. The sound made Sherlock and John look up at the same time, and Barala showed her standard eight small white teeth.
"Long time no see, two great detectives."
Watson: "I'm just an assistant =="
Detective Barala must have done it on purpose! ! !
"Oh, behind every great detective there is always a silent assistant." Barala seemed to be in good spirits, and she didn't feel jet lag after getting off the plane. At least she was very talkative.
John: ...
Except for Sherlock, John had never felt so dumb before.
John's shoulders slumped, his body looked hollowed out, and he sighed: "I think my trip to Germany has been hard enough."
The two people chatting about the old days ended.Sherlock, who hadn't spoken all this time, glanced at the time displayed on the phone and raised his eyebrows: "Did you come by taxi?"
"Didn't you say that food, clothing, housing and transportation are all covered?" Barala chuckled without any guilt.
The IQ of the Holmes family has never worried about money.
Three people are chatting around a wooden coffee table, which is a bit triangular.
As the main leader, Sherlock briefly described the purpose of coming to Germany this time, and did not hide the fact that he had not found any trace of nicotine.
The more Barala heard, the more something was wrong.
"Wait, are you saying that you only know that nicotine is going to cause terrorist attacks in Germany, and the specific time, place, number of people, and scope are not clear???"
Sherlock thought for a moment, then nodded.
Barala: ...
John shrugged.
John's shoulder: "I knew Barala would react this way."
"That's why I hired you." Sherlock looked at Barala calmly with blue-green pupils, as if he was telling a very simple task.
Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Although the master is not short of money, he never does business at a loss, hmph."
Sherlock's thin lips: "Nicotine was the information she provided last time, and she must have had a different source of information."
Sherlock's brain: "So don't worry, just wait for the master to investigate slowly."
Barala: "Hehe, thank you for looking up to me."
She is deeply reflecting on herself now, if she does it again, she will definitely not provoke such a pervert with high IQ.
Angry in her heart, in order to get revenge, she took out a document from her suitcase and threw it in front of Sherlock.
"This is the specific details of the arrow-piercing case. There is a relatively clear face of the deceased's child appearing on the monitor. The forensic investigation results show that the time of death of the corpse happened to be around the time when the girl appeared on the monitor, so the girl Most likely the only one who knows."
"And the monitor shows that no one entered or exited the residential building during that time. The archer shot at another builder from a long distance. The missing necklace on the dead man's neck may have been taken by the little girl."
In the process of Barala's simple explanation, Sherlock had picked up the thick information and read ten lines at a glance. When she finished speaking, he understood almost the same.
John, who was listening, put his hands on the table, leaned over to look at the photo of the deceased curiously, and frowned: "The power of this arrow is simply astonishing. Shooting through the air-conditioning vent, the chance of a successful shot is close to zero."
John has been on the battlefield, has taken the rob, and knows how to control the accuracy better than them.Seeing this assassination method, I couldn't believe it.
Ba Lala shrugged, not very entangled in this, anyway, with Hawkeye Button, everything is possible.
Sherlock put his palms together on his chin and thought quietly, and suddenly said: "That American agent can do it."
Barala paused and looked at Sherlock, but she thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with this humanoid Wikipedia with resumes of all the characters, who could see Hawkeye's true ability.
Among the three people, only John was stunned.
"Besides the photo, the necklace around the neck of the deceased is the only thing lost." Barala recalled the attitude of the black child Polly when he talked about the little girl, and hesitated.
"There's something wrong with this little girl."
Looking at the screenshot on the monitor, Sherlock explained quickly, "Whether she left before or after her death, there was no emotion in her eyes; the schoolbag she was carrying was not new but well preserved , obviously don’t use it often. The speed at which a bear child breaks a schoolbag is far more terrifying than we imagined. Her mental age should be much more mature; her hairstyle is a bit messy, but she hasn’t tidied it up. The walking posture in the screenshot is very weird. It seems that she left in a hurry. Both hands tightly grasped the strap of the backpack, which shows that she attaches great importance to the things in the schoolbag. All these actions and demeanor indicate that this girl must not be so simple."
After finishing this pile of explanations for others, Sherlock's eyes flickered with an unknown light, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he slowly uttered a few words: "It's really interesting."
Barala: Ma Ma, this person is an anti-human pervert ↑
John was a little horrified by his explanation, rubbed his bristling hairs, and looked at Barala: "Did you investigate this little girl too?"
Barala, who kept up with the rhythm, nodded: "However, the real identities of the deceased and the girl were all erased, leaving only a concealed single-parent family background. My employer wanted me to investigate their real identities, but when I When we got there, the adults were already dead, and the children were nowhere to be found."
Barala thought against her conscience, if she hadn't been on vacation by herself and had rushed there earlier, maybe she really happened to catch up with the time when she was killed.
Really... thank goodness.
Ba Lala, who cherishes her own life, does not regret at all that she did not catch up with the correct time. After all, what should I do if I became a witness and was murdered by criminals.
At this moment, a person walked past her, and the sound of his organ caught Barala's attention.
The eyes of passers-by: "This is the chocolate cookie made by stupid ants? I really don't know what's so delicious about it."
Hearing the cookie, he looked up subconsciously, and the passerby who passed by Barala was wearing a tailored three-piece suit, and a very tasteful silk scarf was hung symbolically around his neck, like a An elegant British gentleman, with black hair combed neatly behind his head, he looks very handsome, but the way he keeps smiling looks a bit sinister, which doesn't fit in with the paper bag from the dessert shop in his hand.
He seemed to feel a line of sight falling on him, and he casually cast it aside, but he didn't pay attention to Barala at all. Like a gust of wind, he gradually disappeared into Barala's eyes with the elegant and noble steps of aristocrats. in sight.
Barala took a breath, and an idea suddenly flashed in her mind.
---
The only person who can skillfully use the word ants is the god that appeared in her mind except for the second illness...
So... the God of Secondary School helped Hawkeye buy cookies?
A handful of dog food was sprinkled on the face by the sudden cold CP, and she realized this, and imagined that Hawkeye, who would go on strike without a cookie, had to coax her right-hand man, so she had to run away Loki, who came out to buy cookies, twitched the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, no matter how big the world is, it is not as big as Barala's brain hole.
Although Coulson learned the news that Loki and Hawkeye appeared in Germany, Barala, who did not expect to meet so early, suddenly had a very bad feeling about her trip to Germany. premonition.
And Sherlock had a panoramic view of Barala's expression when the man passed by. He seemed to be casual, but he carefully observed this particular passerby from the beginning to the end. Except for some obvious features, he was able to determine the identity of the passerby. In terms of status, Sherlock is more inclined to live in a royal descendant similar to Buckingham Palace.
In fact, it is only a rainbow bridge away from the truth.
After the man walked away, Barala withdrew her suspicious gaze, changed her gaze direction, and hit Sherlock's insightful eyes.
Balala looked at him warily: "...What do you want to say?"
Sherlock turned a page of the newspaper, his tone still damned the same: "I didn't say anything."
Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Barala knows that passer-by."
Sherlock's thin lips: "But that passer-by doesn't look like he knows Barala."
Sherlock's sexy brain: "The passer-by looks extraordinary, distinguished, and very rich. It's not surprising to know Barala's personality."
It's not surprising to know her with her character, this kind of mind that makes random conclusions, be careful to sue you for ginseng attacks!
Even if Sherlock didn't tell, his organs betrayed him.Barala's complexion was not pretty.
Most importantly, in this world, Sherlock was the first person who gave her a sense of crisis that she couldn't hide her secret.
small theater:
The little spider is very worried about the combat effectiveness of their mouth cannon team.
On the one hand, there is Iron Man Baba who doesn’t know much about sports except for eating, drinking and having fun;
This team is literally going to hell.
For the muscular team that started the game with the ball and shot, they bumped into each other, and the plan was to catch the ball and kick it, catch the ball and kick it, catch the ball and kick it.
For the second serve, Little Spider wanted to use the first tactic, but Bucky stopped him immediately. Hawkeye caught the ball inexplicably, and the ball was at his feet, so he quickly ran with the ball.
Thor shouted: "Catch the ball and kick it, catch the ball and kick it!"
Hawkeye's scalp was numb from his deafening voice, and he kicked hard.
then……
The ball flew around the goal with the wind and went to nowhere.
Muscle Team: ...
Mouth Cannon Team: ...
Feeling that everyone in the audience was watching him, Hawkeye blinked.
Hawkeye: "Look at what I'm doing. I've got perfect marks for archery, not ball."
It makes sense.Cap nodded and patted him on the shoulder, and then the members of Team Muscle patted him one by one.
Hawkeye: "Hulk, you don't have to shoot, our team has no substitutes."
Hulk: ←. ←
---
Guess which team will win~
Ba Lala hung up the phone angrily, and swore that if she was seduced by this long face with low EQ again, she would be a bastard tortoise!
She didn't know when the oath would take effect, but when she was rushing home angrily, Barala's cell phone rang again.
This time the caller ID was Coulson, and Barala exhaled forcefully, connected the phone, and asked angrily, "What's wrong?"
Coulson, who was suddenly affected by the spreading anger, looked bewildered.
But Coulson is also good-tempered, and asked with concern: "Who made you angry?"
Barala: "..." I didn't even want to mention those three words.
"I was bitten by a sausage just now... You are calling at this time, do you need me?" The two just talked through the phone, and it is estimated that Coulson noticed something and came to bother Barala.
"It's like this. According to other sources, they found Patton's traces in Germany." For his good friend who was born and died, although Coulson appeared to be business-like on the surface and started to form the Avengers, but in private. Constantly looking for Hawkeye's whereabouts.
It doesn't matter whether it's being controlled by a man or a god. It's not a good feeling. Coulson wants to stop it before he makes a big mistake.
"They seem to be looking for something. If that's the case, I think it has something to do with the necklace of the dead man you mentioned."
Coulson vaguely heard something, but he was not sure, so he thought of Barala, who was outside the matter but knew about it, "If possible, I think you should go to Germany, maybe you can find something."
Barala: ...
"Okay, just sauce." Barala hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and immediately got through to the sausage, no, the curly-haired caller, completely forgetting the fact that she hung up in anger just now.
"Sherlock, does your previous promise to hire me still count???"
***
Stuttgart, Germany.
In an outdoor coffee shop, John wore black sunglasses, put his hands on the armrests, and kept shaking his legs as he hummed the melody of the song. Take this rare vacation.
"This isn't a vacation, John." Sherlock sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee gracefully, pointing it out ruthlessly.
Watson: ...
John Watson, who was already familiar with Sherlock, stopped shaking his legs, and the whites of his eyes under the sunglasses almost flew into the sky. He looked at Sherlock speechlessly, and asked puzzledly, "Then what are we here for?"
Sherlock glanced at him, which was self-evident.
"Please, you didn't find out when and where nicotine appeared. Where are we going to sit and wait!" John also admired Sherlock's courageous and adventurous spirit, let alone that Moriarty who kept provoking Sherlock. At least I know what it looks like. This Yinyuanhui is simply a huge hole. No matter how hard I try to find it, I can’t figure it out. Nicotine is just a small guy. Up to now, I only know that he came to Germany to plan a terrorist attack. Specifically The situation is unknown.But Sherlock was extremely curious about the affairs of this organization as if he had been beaten into chicken blood, and even became very indifferent to the matter of Moriarty.
I don't know how big Moriarty's mental area is, who has always regarded Sherlock as an opponent.
Under the high pressure of Sherlock, John gradually learned to complain about himself and resolve himself. After saying this, he devoted himself to the warm sunbath, holding a straw in his mouth, and looking at the dynamics of FB on his mobile phone.
"Barala got off the plane." John nodded and reported to Sherlock.
Anyway, Sherlock, who didn't respond to what he heard, continued to drink coffee and read the newspaper as John expected.
Well, the German newspaper, well, it's Sherlock.
After getting off the plane, Barala quickly brought her luggage to the place they agreed upon. She saw two figures in perfect configuration, one tall and one low, sitting under the sun umbrella. This made Barala raise her hand to cover the dazzling Sunshine feels that all this is really beautiful.
He stepped forward and patted John on the shoulder. The sound made Sherlock and John look up at the same time, and Barala showed her standard eight small white teeth.
"Long time no see, two great detectives."
Watson: "I'm just an assistant =="
Detective Barala must have done it on purpose! ! !
"Oh, behind every great detective there is always a silent assistant." Barala seemed to be in good spirits, and she didn't feel jet lag after getting off the plane. At least she was very talkative.
John: ...
Except for Sherlock, John had never felt so dumb before.
John's shoulders slumped, his body looked hollowed out, and he sighed: "I think my trip to Germany has been hard enough."
The two people chatting about the old days ended.Sherlock, who hadn't spoken all this time, glanced at the time displayed on the phone and raised his eyebrows: "Did you come by taxi?"
"Didn't you say that food, clothing, housing and transportation are all covered?" Barala chuckled without any guilt.
The IQ of the Holmes family has never worried about money.
Three people are chatting around a wooden coffee table, which is a bit triangular.
As the main leader, Sherlock briefly described the purpose of coming to Germany this time, and did not hide the fact that he had not found any trace of nicotine.
The more Barala heard, the more something was wrong.
"Wait, are you saying that you only know that nicotine is going to cause terrorist attacks in Germany, and the specific time, place, number of people, and scope are not clear???"
Sherlock thought for a moment, then nodded.
Barala: ...
John shrugged.
John's shoulder: "I knew Barala would react this way."
"That's why I hired you." Sherlock looked at Barala calmly with blue-green pupils, as if he was telling a very simple task.
Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Although the master is not short of money, he never does business at a loss, hmph."
Sherlock's thin lips: "Nicotine was the information she provided last time, and she must have had a different source of information."
Sherlock's brain: "So don't worry, just wait for the master to investigate slowly."
Barala: "Hehe, thank you for looking up to me."
She is deeply reflecting on herself now, if she does it again, she will definitely not provoke such a pervert with high IQ.
Angry in her heart, in order to get revenge, she took out a document from her suitcase and threw it in front of Sherlock.
"This is the specific details of the arrow-piercing case. There is a relatively clear face of the deceased's child appearing on the monitor. The forensic investigation results show that the time of death of the corpse happened to be around the time when the girl appeared on the monitor, so the girl Most likely the only one who knows."
"And the monitor shows that no one entered or exited the residential building during that time. The archer shot at another builder from a long distance. The missing necklace on the dead man's neck may have been taken by the little girl."
In the process of Barala's simple explanation, Sherlock had picked up the thick information and read ten lines at a glance. When she finished speaking, he understood almost the same.
John, who was listening, put his hands on the table, leaned over to look at the photo of the deceased curiously, and frowned: "The power of this arrow is simply astonishing. Shooting through the air-conditioning vent, the chance of a successful shot is close to zero."
John has been on the battlefield, has taken the rob, and knows how to control the accuracy better than them.Seeing this assassination method, I couldn't believe it.
Ba Lala shrugged, not very entangled in this, anyway, with Hawkeye Button, everything is possible.
Sherlock put his palms together on his chin and thought quietly, and suddenly said: "That American agent can do it."
Barala paused and looked at Sherlock, but she thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with this humanoid Wikipedia with resumes of all the characters, who could see Hawkeye's true ability.
Among the three people, only John was stunned.
"Besides the photo, the necklace around the neck of the deceased is the only thing lost." Barala recalled the attitude of the black child Polly when he talked about the little girl, and hesitated.
"There's something wrong with this little girl."
Looking at the screenshot on the monitor, Sherlock explained quickly, "Whether she left before or after her death, there was no emotion in her eyes; the schoolbag she was carrying was not new but well preserved , obviously don’t use it often. The speed at which a bear child breaks a schoolbag is far more terrifying than we imagined. Her mental age should be much more mature; her hairstyle is a bit messy, but she hasn’t tidied it up. The walking posture in the screenshot is very weird. It seems that she left in a hurry. Both hands tightly grasped the strap of the backpack, which shows that she attaches great importance to the things in the schoolbag. All these actions and demeanor indicate that this girl must not be so simple."
After finishing this pile of explanations for others, Sherlock's eyes flickered with an unknown light, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he slowly uttered a few words: "It's really interesting."
Barala: Ma Ma, this person is an anti-human pervert ↑
John was a little horrified by his explanation, rubbed his bristling hairs, and looked at Barala: "Did you investigate this little girl too?"
Barala, who kept up with the rhythm, nodded: "However, the real identities of the deceased and the girl were all erased, leaving only a concealed single-parent family background. My employer wanted me to investigate their real identities, but when I When we got there, the adults were already dead, and the children were nowhere to be found."
Barala thought against her conscience, if she hadn't been on vacation by herself and had rushed there earlier, maybe she really happened to catch up with the time when she was killed.
Really... thank goodness.
Ba Lala, who cherishes her own life, does not regret at all that she did not catch up with the correct time. After all, what should I do if I became a witness and was murdered by criminals.
At this moment, a person walked past her, and the sound of his organ caught Barala's attention.
The eyes of passers-by: "This is the chocolate cookie made by stupid ants? I really don't know what's so delicious about it."
Hearing the cookie, he looked up subconsciously, and the passerby who passed by Barala was wearing a tailored three-piece suit, and a very tasteful silk scarf was hung symbolically around his neck, like a An elegant British gentleman, with black hair combed neatly behind his head, he looks very handsome, but the way he keeps smiling looks a bit sinister, which doesn't fit in with the paper bag from the dessert shop in his hand.
He seemed to feel a line of sight falling on him, and he casually cast it aside, but he didn't pay attention to Barala at all. Like a gust of wind, he gradually disappeared into Barala's eyes with the elegant and noble steps of aristocrats. in sight.
Barala took a breath, and an idea suddenly flashed in her mind.
---
The only person who can skillfully use the word ants is the god that appeared in her mind except for the second illness...
So... the God of Secondary School helped Hawkeye buy cookies?
A handful of dog food was sprinkled on the face by the sudden cold CP, and she realized this, and imagined that Hawkeye, who would go on strike without a cookie, had to coax her right-hand man, so she had to run away Loki, who came out to buy cookies, twitched the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, no matter how big the world is, it is not as big as Barala's brain hole.
Although Coulson learned the news that Loki and Hawkeye appeared in Germany, Barala, who did not expect to meet so early, suddenly had a very bad feeling about her trip to Germany. premonition.
And Sherlock had a panoramic view of Barala's expression when the man passed by. He seemed to be casual, but he carefully observed this particular passerby from the beginning to the end. Except for some obvious features, he was able to determine the identity of the passerby. In terms of status, Sherlock is more inclined to live in a royal descendant similar to Buckingham Palace.
In fact, it is only a rainbow bridge away from the truth.
After the man walked away, Barala withdrew her suspicious gaze, changed her gaze direction, and hit Sherlock's insightful eyes.
Balala looked at him warily: "...What do you want to say?"
Sherlock turned a page of the newspaper, his tone still damned the same: "I didn't say anything."
Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Barala knows that passer-by."
Sherlock's thin lips: "But that passer-by doesn't look like he knows Barala."
Sherlock's sexy brain: "The passer-by looks extraordinary, distinguished, and very rich. It's not surprising to know Barala's personality."
It's not surprising to know her with her character, this kind of mind that makes random conclusions, be careful to sue you for ginseng attacks!
Even if Sherlock didn't tell, his organs betrayed him.Barala's complexion was not pretty.
Most importantly, in this world, Sherlock was the first person who gave her a sense of crisis that she couldn't hide her secret.
small theater:
The little spider is very worried about the combat effectiveness of their mouth cannon team.
On the one hand, there is Iron Man Baba who doesn’t know much about sports except for eating, drinking and having fun;
This team is literally going to hell.
For the muscular team that started the game with the ball and shot, they bumped into each other, and the plan was to catch the ball and kick it, catch the ball and kick it, catch the ball and kick it.
For the second serve, Little Spider wanted to use the first tactic, but Bucky stopped him immediately. Hawkeye caught the ball inexplicably, and the ball was at his feet, so he quickly ran with the ball.
Thor shouted: "Catch the ball and kick it, catch the ball and kick it!"
Hawkeye's scalp was numb from his deafening voice, and he kicked hard.
then……
The ball flew around the goal with the wind and went to nowhere.
Muscle Team: ...
Mouth Cannon Team: ...
Feeling that everyone in the audience was watching him, Hawkeye blinked.
Hawkeye: "Look at what I'm doing. I've got perfect marks for archery, not ball."
It makes sense.Cap nodded and patted him on the shoulder, and then the members of Team Muscle patted him one by one.
Hawkeye: "Hulk, you don't have to shoot, our team has no substitutes."
Hulk: ←. ←
---
Guess which team will win~
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