[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

With this in mind, Ant-Man Scott picked up his luggage and his battle uniform, and greeted Dr. Hank Pym, ant-man of the first generation, and with those good friends who would only cheat him They hugged and said goodbye, and vowed to tell his lovely daughter Papa to make a lot of money.With love and innocence, sincerity and trust, he rushed to London and made an appointment with Paul to catch up on the old days.

then……

Then he was really unlucky.

Paul Chirk is dead? ? ?

He died before meeting, how could he help revenge (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Not only that, after coming out of prison, and deeply aware of the deep malice of the world towards those who were released from prison, after rescuing his friend to no avail and discovering that his death was strange, Scott suddenly realized that in this man who was stained with fingerprints and With footprints and various traces at the crime scene, a police detective who has no brains will definitely think that this is his own fault.

He made up all the reasons, and the capitalist who was worth hundreds of millions was brutally killed by the jealousy of his former poor friends.

Ant-Man, who had imagined all this, knelt down directly.

Sure enough, he has been unlucky and has never been surpassed.

Deciding not to sit still, Scott chose to become an Ant-Man and escape to find the murderer.After investigating, however, he discovered a more dire problem.

That is... is this still a serial murder case? ! ! !

If the mentally retarded detective mistakenly thinks that he is the murderer of the serial murder, then he has too much to blame, right?

Scott didn't want to be on a dog leash so easily, and he was not familiar with the London environment, so he could only be reduced to the streets and became a homeless man.What's even more frightening is that homeless people are also fucking xenophobic, they all speak English, no matter what London accent, New York accent, one world, one dream, okay?

The dream of making money has been shattered. Scott, who used to be a poor superhero, has now become a poor man, a false murderer, a little prince who backs him up, an unlucky king, a homeless man discriminated against by the locals, and a superhero.

There is really no one who can make a superhero like him.

Lying on the steps of a square, covering his weathered face with newspapers, the only thing Scott owns now is his super jersey and a few changes of clothes with him.He has to think about it, whether to run back to the United States for help, does the Falcon who fought before know Captain America?I don't know if that guy with wings holds grudges, stole something, he should have come to apologize at that time, and now I don't know if it's too late.

Hey - he sighed.

Hey - he sighed repeatedly.

Hey... hey... hey? ? ?

Scott still wanted to continue to sigh, but the newspaper covering his head was suddenly removed, and a magnified smiling face of a beautiful woman suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

There are not many sunny days in London, and the sun is really dazzling. Ant-Man was stunned for a moment, rubbing his eyes, and didn't dare to move.

Ant-Man: "???"

The woman moved away from him with a smile, took out the photo she had prepared, put it in front of him for him to see clearly, and asked briskly, "Is this you?"

After seeing the content above, Ant-Man's expression changed, he sat down and replied calmly: "No."

Then he looked around furtively, trying to escape.

However, the pretty-looking woman nodded, raised her head with a piece of paper and asked a curly-haired man standing beside her: "He said that the frontal face captured by the surveillance is not him, and such a clear photo is rare. How dare he insult my IQ! Shall I beat him up?"

Scott: "..."

The curly-haired man's voice was deep and sweet, but his words were ruthless: "You can't beat him."

The woman: "..."

But the curly-haired man then added: "You can humiliate him with words."

Scott: "..."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Scott got up and wanted to escape. He thought he had been beaten by Dr. Hank's daughter.Unexpectedly, as soon as she got up, a shadow fell, and a short man appeared again.

The short man moved something on his waist, revealing the outline of a pistol.

Shorty: "I don't think the idea of ​​running away is irrational."

Scott: ...the pistols are all out, of course what you say is what.

Ant-Man didn't want to be oppressed visually, and stood up slowly pretending to be nonchalant.

Then... Then I saw that woman sitting on her battle armor worth thousands of dollars.Scott's eyes widened.

Scott's fragile little heart: "Mistgrass, if Dr. Hank knows that his hard work has been taken lightly by his ass, he will definitely kill the master!"

That's right... the ones who appeared in front of Ant-Man were Barala, Sherlock and John who came here through the clues of the informants and the homeless.

Balala touched the package under her buttocks, thinking that she could add to her resume that she had used the most advanced black technology as a cushion, which was really...brilliant.

She felt that the atmosphere at the scene was too serious, so she waved to Scott to relax.

Barala: "Don't be nervous, we are not the police."

Scott relaxed, and then heard her say again: "We are private detectives, at the behest of British government officials."

Scott: "..."

Barala continued to add: "Don't be nervous, the officials in this government are not very powerful, and Britain doesn't belong to him."

Scott: "...Okay, stop talking, I understand what you mean."

Barala was puzzled: "Huh? What do I mean?"

Scott: "..."

He finally understood what the curly-haired man meant by attacking with his mouth.

Ant-Man, who was attacked from both sides, sat down obediently like a primary school student, and then the other three people half-surrounded him, and the curly-haired man even put his only clothes wrapped under his buttocks.

The short man who didn't grab it was also silent for a while, and then sat down obediently like Ant-Man.

Ant-Man felt that he understood the ranking of these people in an instant...

Four people sat around the square, which looked a lot like a gathering of young people.

Scott knew that he, an unfamiliar foreigner, would be found one day, but he never imagined that he would meet such...interesting [hehe].

Now that he was arrested, Scott wanted to clarify his innocence no matter what, and he couldn't take the blame without saying a word.He racked his brains to organize his words, pondered for a while, and started the beginning: "First of all, this is an oolong, I am not a murderer..."

Barala nodded: "Well, we all know."

Scott: "No, I'm really not... eh? Huh? I'm innocent?"

He almost jumped up, looked at Barala as if he saw a policeman who was finally free from mental retardation, and excitedly held her hand, almost crying bitterly.

Scott: "I've been homeless these days and I'm afraid, I don't even dare to stay in a hotel, shit, you locals are still cheating! Hahaha, I can finally go back to the United States, no, I'm going to find the one who killed Paul Murderer, you... wait"

He came to his senses and stopped the thoughts he had learned from a good friend: "Aren't I wandering for nothing these days?"

Barala nodded solemnly: "Isn't that right, the suffering is in vain."

Scott: "..."

Sherlock's eyes flicked to the hands of the two clasped hands from time to time, without saying a word.

Sherlock's high nose: "I smell vinegar."

Barala:? ? ?

There's too much nonsense, Barala just put it away, seeing that Scott has realized that he won't think about running away all the time, and then shook Scott's hand with a smile: "Hello, I It is private detective Barala, from the United States, belonging to the same region, there is no regional discrimination at all."

Scott saw it and felt more cordial.

A fellow with an online IQ and the same nationality, Scott felt that he saw an angel.Well, it's this angel's mouth...

Sherlock coughed lightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you give him a business card?"

Barala came to her senses and let out an "oh", and the two of them loosened their hands naturally.

Only then did Sherlock feel that it was time to get down to business.

Barala took out a business card and handed it to Ant-Man, and then explained: "We are investigating a serial murder case recently, you have appeared on the monitor of the last deceased, and the traces of destruction around you also show traces of you...don't Excited, know you're the one to blame. But you're the only one with a very good chance of having a clue, so we need your help."

Barala's prim look is still very deceiving.

Scott thought this was the original appearance of the young detective, and he also became serious, sitting up straight with a serious expression: "If you need help, just say, I will do my best to help you. You should have investigated Yes, I used to be friends with Paul Chuck, that's why he invited me over and helped me find a job. It's just..." Speaking of this, Scott's expression was a little dark, although he hadn't seen each other for several years , but it is rare for this well-developed friend to forget himself, but he suffered a terrible disaster, and no one can be happy.

Barala comforted: "Don't be sad, Sherlock and I will definitely avenge your friend. I haven't introduced you yet, the curly-haired British detective, Sherlock Holmes, and the other short... ...is Dr. Watson, the detective's assistant and best friend."

John: "==Why do you want to add the last two words?"

At this time, he sincerely missed that big devil Moriarty again.

Sherlock didn't speak much, he only talked when he was excited, but he was usually very difficult to get excited, so except when showing off his IQ, he usually didn't talk much at other times.So in the eyes of Ant-Man, the sense of existence is a bit weak.

These superficial illusions made the "still too young" Ant-Man's face swollen from beatings in the future, but just looking at it now, he is still complacent about his eyesight.

Scott cheered up a little bit, looked at Barala and asked solemnly again: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Barala nodded, and patted Ant-Man on the shoulder: "This mission is very important, it is related to the survival of the earth."

Ant-Man: =dish=

The serial murder case is still related to the survival of the earth? !

Sherlock glanced at Barala, and asked thoughtfully, "Is he the one you're talking about?"

Barala nodded with a smile.

Sherlock: "..."

Although he didn't know why Barala had the confidence to choose such a person, Sherlock still decided to wait and see.

Ant-Man was confused: "What are you talking about? What do I need to do?"

Barala took Scott's hand again, with an "affectionate" expression on her face: "You need to go to the home of a wealthy businessman in Gotham, USA, and help steal a Weiwei Weiwei watch."