[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Barala crossed her fingers on her chest, and eased the atmosphere with a bright smile: "I just got off the plane, I'm really hungry, you probably can't take it anymore, by the way, the cheeseburger I specially ordered for Tony's boss, we will immediately You can eat it."

Tony and Sherlock looked at each other and turned their heads in unison.

Barala finally knew where the bad premonition of the trip to Germany came from.

The five people settled down like this. Under the same roof, Tony and Sherlock inevitably looked up and down. When they met, the victims were John, Steve and Barala.

such as.

"I'm thirsty." Tony sat on the sofa to look up information, opening his mouth as if at home.

John happened to be fine, so he got up naturally: "I just want to pour a glass, what do you want to drink."

Just as Tony was about to speak, Sherlock, who was sitting over there typing with both hands, didn't lift his head: "A cup of coffee, the taste is the same as usual."

Tony narrowed his eyes.

John: "That, that, I can bring it all at once, I can, I can." He said and slowly retreated into the kitchen.

Another example.

Sherlock: "Barala help me read this document."

Ba Lala was free, she put down the game console and got up to go, and then.

Tony didn't even look up: "Barala, come over and read this nicotine information."

Sherlock raised his head, his indifferent eyes fell on Barala.

Tony raised his head too, waiting motionlessly.

Barala: ...

Barala stood between the two of them with a dry smile, and carefully explained: "Well, since you two are investigating nicotine, I think it's okay to share information..."

"No."

"No."

The two lowered their heads and went about their business.

Barala: ...

John stared sympathetically at Barala in the middle.

***

Steve, who couldn't stand the atmosphere, went out for a run to exercise his muscles almost early in the morning these two days. John, who always stayed in the hotel, couldn't stand it anymore, so he just took his wallet and camera and went to be the most normal foreigner. Tourists go.

Ba Lala, who had to squat at home to accept two salaries, looked pitifully at John's small body going away, and silently raised Erkang's hand in her heart.

There were three of them left in the room, except for the rustling of newspapers and the sound of typing on the keyboard, the scene was almost numbingly quiet.Barala, who was sitting on the sofa absent-mindedly playing mobile games, heard the motives around her, and secretly glanced over.

Seeing Tony stretched and preparing to go back to the room to rest, she hurriedly glanced at Sherlock who didn't care about the surroundings, put down her phone, put on her slippers, sneaked up after him, and sneaked into his bedroom quietly. Close the door immediately.

Tony, who had just sat on the bed, raised his eyebrows, lying coquettishly on his side on the bed, with a vague smile on his lips: "These days of work, I'm completely obsessed with the charm of my boss' suit pants. Did you give me a hug?"

Barala: ==

Which one is working these days has completely become a victim between the two of you bosses.

Barala twitched the corners of her mouth, sat on the edge of the bed, and moved her emotion with reason: "Boss, Sherlock has severe anti-social personality disorder. You don't need to be a person who endangers society." Get acquainted with him."

Tony spread his hands, not knowing why: "Who? Who knows as much as him."

Barala: ...This kind of stupid behavior is clearly the patent of Thor!

She said speechlessly: "Then you don't lose your temper with this kind of person, it's okay."

Tony looked at Barala strangely: "You've been saying good things about him, you've fallen in love with that curly hair."

Barala: "==No."

Tony lay back on the bed with a look of disbelief: "I haven't seen you say good things for others, you must have taken a fancy to it."

Barala: "Have you said everything... Who is so bored and loses his temper like the two of you?"

Tony snorted, not sure if he heard it or not.

Barala sighed: "Sherlock rented this house anyway, you have to give him some face, and besides, you guys want to arrest Nicotine together..."

Tony: "I'll pay for this crappy apartment right now!"

Ba Lala clasped her fists in submission: "Long live the boss, long live, long live."

Tony's buttocks: "This woman actually likes that curly hair."

Tony's belly: "What's so good about this long face."

Tony's big eyes: "Tut tut, tut tut, tut tut."

Barala: ...This is a classic case of I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen.

The persuader, who had a bad nose, silently exited from Boss Tony's room, which was supposed to be resting, and returned to the living room to meet Sherlock's gaze, with his arms crossed, with a look of resentment.

Sherlock lingered on her face for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to the newspaper.

Barala twitched the corners of her mouth, walked over and took the newspaper away from his hand, and sat down beside him.Sherlock finally reacted, his pale face turned to her side indifferently, and his blue-green almost transparent eyes looked at her without blinking.

Originally, the anger accumulated in Barala's heart by the childish competition between the two of them, she met Sherlock's eyes, and it dissipated unconsciously.

Ba Lala didn't notice her changed state of mind either. She looked away, turned her head down and flipped through the newspaper in her hand, and curled her mouth: "Next time you pretend to read a newspaper, remember to turn the pages."

I don't know why Sherlock made such a low-level mistake.

Sherlock, who didn't care about these small details, changed the subject: "Did you go to Tony Stark's room and say something nice for me?"

If severe antisocial personality is anything to go by...

Barala folded the newspaper neatly and shrugged: "Although I am a woman, I also understand a man's self-esteem. Your mouth is too poisonous, how can you talk nonsense about kidney failure."

Sherlock: "...I'm not lying."

Barala: "...Hey, hey."

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth symbolically, pretending to be a friendly smile: "However, he is in much better condition now. If he continues to live such a healthy life, there is no need to worry at all. What needs to be worried more is his heart."

Sherlock was obviously very interested in the lamp on Tony's chest, and probably investigated a lot in private.

Not many people know about this, and Barala doesn't know what will happen in the future, Sherlock must not be able to hide it, and sighed: "Then don't make him mad, if you speed up, a generation of Americans The hero will be pissed off at your hands."

Sherlock was noncommittal.

The two sat side by side, but they didn't seem cold.When Sherlock thinks about things, his mind runs very fast, and he doesn't like to explain everything when he speaks. Unless he is a little proud to show himself and explain quickly, generally few people can chat with him.

Barala has gotten used to the state of opening her mouth to speak a lot, and her thinking reaction has become much stronger unconsciously, but she didn't notice it. Every time Sherlock said something, she would always speak out in a very kind and appropriate way.

The two of them lay down on the table to check the map of Stuart's city.

Sherlock's cell phone buzzed on the table.

Sherlock glanced at Barala.

Sherlock's thin lips: "Master doesn't like answering the phone, it's a waste of his time."

Barala: ==

Resigned to his fate, Barara picked up his mobile phone and answered, "Hi, this is Sherlock Holmes.

There seemed to be a pause on the other end of the phone, and then hesitatingly said, "Miss Barala?"

Barala:? ? ?

She looked at the caller ID, it was an unknown number, so she blinked at Sherlock, meaning: Do you know who it is?

There was a flash of understanding in Sherlock's eyes, he didn't care who was on the other end of the phone, and continued to look at the map on hand.

Another voice rang on the other end of the phone.

Mycroft's fat belly: "Barala? The guy who didn't give me a donut?"

Barala: "..." Misty Grass, now she finally knows who it is!

McCoff didn't expect to hear a woman's voice on his younger brother's phone in his lifetime. Thinking of how this younger brother who knows nothing about relationships can considerately buy expensive shoes for the same woman, he feels a little bit in his heart at the moment. complex.

But he just paused for not a second, and his tone was still the damn British official tone: "Excuse me, you are in Germany with my brother..."

Mycroft's head with a worrying hairline: "Traveling? Considering the emotional intelligence of the master's younger brother, this life is very difficult, so there must be a case."

Mycroft: "Do you have cooperation?"

Look, as expected of the official old fritters, they speak so euphemistically.

It is estimated that McCoff already knew that Barala had guessed his identity, so he did not hide it.

Barala also followed suit: "No, we are traveling, and the scenery in Germany is very beautiful."

Mycroft: "……………."

Sherlock raised his head and glanced at Barala, seeing the pleasure of revenge on her face, the corners of his mouth ticked off without a trace, then he lowered his head and continued to look at the map.

Mycroft: "I think I should talk to Sherlock."

Barala: "Oh, then you have to wait a minute, he is taking a bath now."

Mycroft: "……………………."

Finally seeing that someone could choke his brother half to death, the corners of Sherlock's mouth became more and more curved, even seeing this unaesthetic map much more pleasing to the eye.

Barala felt that it was almost the same, and if she continued to be mean, she would probably send 007 to hunt her down, so she changed her tone and asked with a smile: "You are also my boss, I was just joking, you My brother is right next to me, but he probably doesn't want to answer your phone right now, so I can convey something for you." Then, she covered her mouth and whispered into the phone, "By the way, I will write his daily life for the past two days as an observation The report will be sent to you."

Who are you trying to deceive with such a loud voice?

Sherlock estimated that Mycroft would soon send someone to hunt down Barala, so he picked up the phone from her hand, and walked to the kitchen to pour coffee while talking.

Barala was not interested in what Mycroft said to Sherlock.Just as she was about to go back to her room to take a nap, her cell phone rang, and it was John Watson's number.

Barala connected: "What's wrong?"

John's voice was slightly agitated. He tried his best to calm down and said softly, "I found the missing little girl in the museum."

Barala hesitated for a moment: "You mean the girl whose mother was killed and ran away alone? Angle?"

John didn't miss the document prepared by Barala these two days. He seemed very sure, and said directly: "It must be her. Except for the same appearance, her eyes are exactly what Sherlock said."

Those emotionless eyes.

Balala tightened her hand holding the phone, and said quickly, "Send me the address, and we'll rush there."

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What John went to visit was a Mercedes-Benz museum. For men, cars are always very attractive, just like women are obsessed with bags.

When he saw the little girl, he followed a few steps and immediately called Sherlock.Sherlock's mobile phone was busy, so Barala became the best choice, even if she still faced the risk of being hung up directly by her who thought the call fee was expensive... But fortunately, Barala got through and let him Don't act rashly, silently monitor the little girl from a distance, she and Sherlock rushed over immediately.

John has been following Sherlock for so long, and he is relatively sure about tracking and the like.During the time he was on the phone with Ba Lala, he took the brief introduction of the museum and pretended to be a tourist wandering around the place not far from the little girl, for fear of losing her sight.

But Balala, who found the clue, quickly went back to the room and changed into clothes that she could go out with.Sherlock didn't chat with Mycroft for a long time. After hanging up the phone, he saw Barala's reaction and the missed call on his mobile phone, so he went back to his room and put on a coat.

The two came out of the room, looked at each other, and left the hotel in a tacit understanding.

Tony was still resting, and the matter of angle had nothing to do with him. Barala didn't call him, and left a text message and left by car with Sherlock.

John was still secretly observing the little girl, but the more he followed, the stronger the weird feeling in his heart.This little girl looks about ten years old, but her behavior is much more mature than her peers. She enters the museum by herself, without making any noise, carrying her schoolbag, and stops in front of every nearly out-of-print car. For a long time, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was observing something, and he seemed to be just standing there. In short, even though John had never raised a child, he knew that this was definitely not something an ordinary child of this age would do.

And just between this stop and go, the little girl has almost finished shopping in the museum, and there is no news from Sherlock and Barala, which makes John anxious, and the museum introduction in his hand is also sweating profusely The pinched shape was distorted, and the corners became tattered.

small theater:

Fortunately, none of them are ordinary people, and their injuries will recover quickly.

But the pain at the time was real.

Xingjue's face was very green, he felt that it was not easy for him to come back from the universe, and he did not expect to encounter such a catastrophe.

Ba Lala was forced by Xiao Jianjian and Xiao Ant to become a medical staff on the field.

Barala: ==

Barala: "I don't know anything but talking about it. You are sick when you ask me for treatment."

Xiao Jianjian chuckled: "It doesn't matter, you can just ask Little Xingjue a few words according to the situation, and if there are any sequelae, you can ask Thor to compensate."

Thor: "I don't know how much I can sell my things on the earth."

Barala's face was as green as Xingjue's: "Mist grass, you pervert, you actually let me do this kind of thing!"

Xingjue also laughed dryly: "This...isn't it good..."

The little ant touched his chin: "Why don't you cover your eyes and ask?"

Barala: ... What's the difference ==

At this time, Barala felt her wrist tighten, and was pulled to a familiar back by a force.

Sherlock: "I disagree."

Seeing Sherlock approaching, Deadpool and Ant-Man jumped far away in inexplicable fear.

Although this person has no superpowers, he is more terrifying than Hulk.

Deadpool rubbed his nose: "I'm kidding, kidding, haha, haha, haha..."

Sherlock turned to look at Star-Lord who was sitting on the ground.

Xingjue jumped up, and patted his sexy crotch vigorously: "I'm still majestic."

Sherlock was quite satisfied with the answer, looked at the superheroes in a circle, and said lightly: "The first half is over, according to your physical strength, go directly to the second half, and if you keep paddling like this, the losing team will accept my offer." punish."

Sherlock's punishment is definitely not ordinary bodily harm...

The heroes in the background quickly dispersed and returned to their respective teams.

Before leaving, he glanced at the dead waiter who was looking for death.

Didn't know Sherlock was here!How dare you play Balala!Play it off!

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I feel that this small football theater can be written as a side story, and when writing a small theater, it is full of ideas.