[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

She blinked and recovered from the dog food.Pretending to be used to it, he rubbed his fingers against the dust that fell on the window because he hadn't lived in it for a long time.

Barala sighed: "It seems that you became careless after knowing Sherlock didn't investigate you."

There is a small piece of dust on the window sill that has been gently swept, as if someone has been very careful not to touch it, but because the corner of the clothes or the sleeves brushed unconsciously, it left a less obvious evidence.

Irene raised her leg and wanted to walk up quickly to stop Barala. When she passed by Sherlock, his leg suddenly stretched out, blocking Irene's way: "There is still an hour to the nearest flight. If you're stuck in traffic, you should be able to get there. If you're really in a hurry to get out, that's the smartest thing to do."

It means that even if you continue to stay here now, I will not let you take the information away.

With one word, Sherlock cut off her idea of ​​going to the window to sneak attack on Barala and escape from the window. Irene pursed her mouth tightly, stared at Sherlock and gritted her teeth word by word and said, "This is A single file, without which I would be killed within an hour."

At this time, Barala had already taken out the mobile phone that the woman stuck there from under the window sill outside the house.Leaning against the window, she opened the phone unhurriedly, and sure enough, she saw the lock screen password.

Ba Lala lowered her head and fiddled with the phone: "You can pretend that you still have it, and tell the person who threatened you by the way, don't be so stupid to startle the snake in the future, it looks like a quick temper."

John: "Pfft."

He covered his mouth, looked at the serious atmosphere around him, and then pretended to be serious again.

Seeing that the mobile phone had fallen into Barala's hand, and the other two people in the room were standing by Barala's side, Irene quietly moved to the door and pulled out a forced smile: "It seems that this time I What a mistake, but I feel at ease with the mobile phone with you. I forgot to tell you that I set up a small device in the mobile phone. After entering the wrong password three times, it will automatically explode. Since I can’t take it away, then Let’s store it here first.”

After speaking, she left from the door like a gust of wind.

Mrs. Hudson, who just came back from the outside, just opened the door and saw a woman wrapped in a red coat. She rushed out without even stopping, leaving her behind. The older person is a bit presbyopic. Seeing With that familiar red, Mrs. Hudson clenched her hands as if remembering something: "Ah, is it Barala? Did you and Sherlock have a good time from Germany?"

Erin: "..."

She who had just come out of the injured 221B staggered when she heard this, and directly raised her hand to beckon a taxi to get in.

Baker Street must be a place that is against her!

Mrs. Hudson, who came back from shopping, looked at "Balala" who didn't look back in wonder, and said to herself: "Didn't that child Watson say that Barala would come to live here for a while? left."

She walked in, heard movement on the second floor, and then raised her voice happily, "Would you like some freshly baked cranberry cookies for dessert?"

The three people who were looking at their mobile phones head to head upstairs heard the dessert, looked at each other without saying anything, and directly pushed the mobile phone to Sherlock, and immediately went downstairs without looking back.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Hudson, who was making tea in the kitchen, saw an extra woman, his eyes widened in surprise, he pointed at the door in bewilderment and then pointed at himself, and finally shrunk with nowhere to rest, "The woman who went out just now ……that……"

Mrs. Hudson's eyes: "Am I hallucinating? Something doesn't seem right."

Mrs. Hudson's mouth: "My God, isn't that person Baralala? I said something."

Barala: ...a second of silence for Irene.

Sherlock had obviously opened a new chapter, he took a chair and sat down, like a child, he picked up a biscuit and gnawed it without washing his hands.The other hand was still fiddling with the mobile phone left by the woman.

Balara also picked up a piece and gnawed it silently, pretending that she didn't know the password.

If she guessed the password right away, it would be too bad. Even if Sherlock didn't doubt it, she would have doubted her own identity.

Sherlock: "Do you know the password?"

Barala: "..."

Barala choked out of breath and waved her hand.

Hudson hurriedly brought the black tea, and complained to Sherlock: "You always don't care about women so much, how can there be a gentleman who talks deliberately when he sees his girlfriend for dinner."

girlfriend……

Barala: "..."

She seemed to be choking even more, so she quickly took a few sips from her teacup.

Sherlock was unmoved, probably because he was used to it, anyway, Mrs. Hudson even flirted with him and John.

Sherlock: "Know?"

Balara put down her teacup and muttered, "You think I'm Mary Sue, I know everything."

Mary Sue was a good name, anyway, it made John and Sherlock's impression of the girl even more impressive.

At this time, John remembered the purpose of Irene's coming here, ate a crispy biscuit, and asked, "Then do you still want to investigate this serial murder case?"

Sherlock: "Investigate."

Barala: "Investigate."

This time they said it with the same voice.

John twitched his eyebrows.

John: "So you were fooling that woman just now."

Barala sniggered with a biscuit in her mouth: "The best way to disgust a person like this is to show affection with her male god, this heart-wrenching feeling..." Barala covered her heart, "Tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me feel sick. All of you present here and those in front of the screen, take a notebook and write it down."

John twitched the corner of his mouth: "I thought you guys settled down so quickly, and the emotional drama came as soon as it was said, scaring me to death, okay?"

Balala comforted: "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, don't worry, Sherlock is still yours."

John: ...

John: "I'm not..."

Barala raised her eyebrows.

Looking back on the past, John swallowed the phrase "gay" aggrieved.

**

Irene may be right in reminding that this case may involve a lot of things, so it is not easy to get into this muddy water.But what kind of person Sherlock was, John couldn't understand any more, and no one could make him change his mind.

So seeing that Sherlock still chose to investigate, he felt that the world was still normal.

What's not normal is Barala.According to Ba Lala's temperament, this case is so dangerous, she wouldn't disregard her own life for money...

Barala, who was following Sherlock, was mentally calculating whether McCoff's check was worth her own life.In the UK, Sherlock is the winner in life. Apart from being able to cover his good friend, his protagonist's aura doesn't know if he can cover her too.This chaotic world can no longer consider plot issues, the only thing she can do now is to hold on to the big thick legs of the winners in life, at least... With this money, she can enjoy half a year of vacation.

For her own paid vacation days, Barala followed Sherlock's pace and came to the morgue where the corpses were stored in the hospital.Jasmine Amber was waiting there. She seemed very happy to see Sherlock came back, but she was also a little shy. She rubbed her hands and led the way for them, and chatted as they walked: "The scenery in Germany is very beautiful, I mean, you should have a good time." happy."

Sherlock nodded, this trip to Germany is really interesting.

Barala laughed dryly: "If you say that you are talking with the leading black technology boss, you become a hostage after visiting a museum, and you meet an old hag with a one-thousandth probability and the second middle school god who is frantically looking for Marysu, This trip is really interesting."

John: "..."

Jasmine didn't understand a word.

During the conversation, a group of people had already arrived at the morgue, and Jasmine had already arranged the corpses neatly.The temperature in the entire room was slightly lower, and Barala took out a coat of the same style from the suitcase and put it on again, and she didn't feel uncomfortable at the moment.

Sherlock, Barala, and John all took out rubber gloves and put them on.Then gather around and observe one of the corpses.

Because the way of death was too bizarre, John first raised the dead man's head curiously, and then he found a hole in the back of his head, near the top of his head.

Barala subconsciously patted the dead man's head like a Chinese aunt patting a watermelon.

Jasmine: "..."

John: "..."

Sherlock: "..."

And the corpse gentleman: "..."

"Sure enough, it's empty." Barala nodded, looked up and found that everyone was staring at her with strange eyes, she blinked blankly, "???"

"It's nothing."

The remaining three started to go about their business again.

Sherlock observed the corpse very carefully. Starting from the wound, his eyes kept searching for any useful information, so that he could narrow down the scope.And every time at this time, the speed of his organ's speech seemed to be on the accelerator, and Barala couldn't care about it at all.

And Barala didn't intend to rely on him, walked to another corpse with her hands behind her back, lifted the sheet covering him, pretended to observe but actually listened to their chatting silently.

The deceased was a gray-haired old man, who seemed to be the type of person who engaged in academic research or practiced medicine and treatment. He lay quietly on the table, and looked very peaceful on the surface.

The old man's dry shoulders: "Come and go, hum, the efficiency of the British government is simply unbearable!"

Barala: Still a bad temper.

The old man's dry ears: "The murderer actually took away the brain, the brain that my master is so proud of!"

The old man's dry arm: "That murderer has taken lessons from the master! The master is really blind to think that he is not bad."

The eyes of the old man: "Ahem, pay attention to your quality."

Barala: ...So there are still some clues.

As she listened, there were clues from John and Sherlock.

John stopped and expressed his observation: "This eye hole was drilled out with a professional craniotomy tool, which is quite professional, and the brain processing methods of these corpses have changed from unfamiliar to proficient, and it seems that they have improved rapidly. "

Sherlock also straightened up: "With a certain amount of professional knowledge, from hands-on to proficient in an unconnected environment, a medical student? Or a part of self-taught medical enthusiasts. The freshest brains are taken out while the deceased is alive, and there is no injection. Narcotics, his intention is obviously to be used for consumption. The deceased was not abused, not violent, and had a special obsession with the brain, which can be classified as a brain fetish. I need all of these dead The identity information of these people can be successfully intercepted on the way to work or home, and criminals must know their whereabouts very well."

John frowned: "Doesn't the document say that these people have no connection, and no one they know in common?"

With his hands behind his back, Sherlock looked back at John, and said in a low voice, "No, the murderer has a goal and a plan. He can create many cases in a short period of time. He must have hidden in the crowd and investigated them."

Barala knelt down to the Great God.

It seems that she has been kneeling a lot recently.

The scope seems to be getting smaller and smaller by his explanation.The three of them and Jasmine, who had been silently by the side as an observer, stayed in the morgue for a while before leaving.

Sherlock still needs further dissection and analysis, and they are going to the laboratory to change their clothes first.

As soon as she walked out, Jasmine received a call. She seemed a little nervous and embarrassed, after finishing the call in a low voice.

Jasmine said to the three people: "That... mine, my boyfriend knows you are here, and I really want to meet Sherlock, and he likes your case very much, so, he... is waiting at the door, I can Bring him over to meet you?"

Sherlock, who was walking in front, was noncommittal.

Barala but...

"???Boy friend???"

-

Sherlock grabbed Barala by the back collar and dragged her to the laboratory that he often entered and exited.

Ba Lala struggled, waving her hands and feet, "Help... let me go!"

Sherlock was unmoved: "You know Jasmine's boyfriend? Are you so nervous because you cheated on him? Offended him?"

Ba Lala burst into tears: "If I really have a leg, I wouldn't dare cheat on it."

If he offends...does it count if he kneels down and calls his father?

With her back turned to him, Barala tried to poke Sherlock's eyes with an angry backhand: "I tell you, I have endured you for a long time! You have picked me by the collar since the first time we met, and you are still pulling me! Believe it or not If I have a bad temper, my backhand is a gas tank!"

It's a pity that Barala's hands are too short, and she missed Sherlock's cheek by two inches every time.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth hooked without showing any trace, "I'm used to it."

Get used to your sister!

Barala was about to vomit blood.

John put his palms together and put his fists lightly on his lips to hold back a smile. After successfully getting an angry look from Barala, he coughed lightly and asked in a serious manner, "Uh...you know Jasmine's boyfriend?"

Barala said resentfully: "If you guessed correctly...you also know each other."

Sherlock and John looked at each other.

At this moment, Jasmine's voice sounded outside the door.The three of them restrained their movements and expressions, and Sherlock loosened Barala's back collar, and then sat back in his "exclusive" experimental position.

At this time, it was too late to escape, so Barala casually found a pair of glasses to put on, and hid in the corner with her arms around the microscope to install the background plate.

Jasmine has dated more than once.However, her vision for selecting people is still very unique... at least she never was a normal person, because she will always find a shining point that attracts herself among these "abnormal people who think they are normal".

Just like she likes Sherlock Holmes.

And when Jasmine led Jin over, the two people who were curious because of Barala's abnormal behavior all raised their heads at the same time.When his eyes met the boyfriend, Sherlock frowned slightly, then pretended to be indifferent, and continued to check the phone.

"gay."

He spit out a word lightly.It seems to be specifically for Barala.

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small theater:

small theater:

With Tony and Barala guarding her, there is almost no silver 300 taels here.

Dr. Banner: "..."

He didn't intend to mess around with these "little kids", and was ready to leave helplessly.

Then Deadpool came.

Deadpool stretched out his hands of laughing and punching Huanglong, and defeated Barala and Tony. He occupied the best field of view of the computer. When he saw the photo with hot eyes, he paused for a second, and then...

Deadpool clutched his stomach: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha,"

Haven't passed by Dr. Banner who is about to leave but is still alive and standing near the computer, fortunately he is wearing glasses: …………………………..

Deadpool laughed and burst into tears, and said, "Iron green? Green iron? Or steel giant? 233333 The picture is so beautiful hahahahahaha

Balala stretched out her hand expressionlessly and slapped Deadpool's head on the keyboard, then smiled dryly to appease Dr. Banner, who was faintly green.

Barala: "Doctor, calm down, and quickly recall the Great Compassion Mantra I gave you, or you can take some Qingxin Pills."

Banner trembled and took out a small bottle.But he didn't know what he saw, and he calmed down miraculously.

He pointed to the people on the screen and asked, "Are these three people Deadpool, Ant-Man, and Spider-Man?"

I was photographed on the keyboard just now, and I accidentally pressed the down arrow, and the picture flashed by and stayed in a special place.

Deadpool covered the place where he was beaten, raised his head, and after seeing the photo: =皮=

Tony coughed lightly, and patted Deadpool on the shoulder: "It's pretty good, and he even plays 3P."

And unacceptable Steve and unacceptable Bucky : =dish=