[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Originally, such a master-level personal recital should be carefully listened to, after all, not everyone can hear calluses like John.

Sherlock pulls out a whole new tune, and it just hits a climax...

Tony wiped his face silently.

Tony: "I shouldn't be pretending to listen to the violin!"

Steve, who had barely escaped, put down the shield he had brought with him, and looked at Iron Man sympathetically.

Barala innocent face.She is really hard to guard against——

And Sherlock's magic sound piercing music has also successfully made everyone in the room remember it.

Barala always felt that this was Sherlock's retaliation against society with his firm determination not to make me deaf alone...

This song can't be pulled anymore.Mrs. Holmes then played her favorite vinyl record, and the emotional blues flowed quietly in the room.And these two parents have already started the dog abuse mode, hugging and dancing warmly.

Looking at this plain and warm scene, the Black Widow flashed a hint of envy.Not only her, but almost everyone present had a tinge of longing for the relationship between these two old people who will grow old together. This is something they don't have, and they probably won't have.

This atmosphere is contagious.

Barala, who has always been heartless, thought of her long-dead parents.

These two guys left themselves and went to heaven together, so they will definitely not be lonely.It's really annoying, it must be because she doesn't know how to do housework and keeps making them angry, so she patted her ass and left, leaving only herself.

Birth does not bring, death does not take away.Except for the memories of her previous life, she can't bring anything with her, and even the impression of her parents is becoming more and more blurred.

Barala's eyes were a little out of focus, and she probably recalled what happened in the previous world, and the expression on her face was no longer normal.After she felt a dark object approaching in front of her eyes, Barala regained consciousness in an instant, raised her head and bumped into Sherlock's blue-green eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Sherlock's violin has been replaced.Now he walked up to Barala empty-handed, bent down to examine her expression, saw her react, and without saying a word, stretched out his slender and pale fingers and lightly brushed the corners of Barala's eyes.

Sherlock's fingers were slightly cold, and the contact left a strange temperature difference on her warm skin, which caused Barala to shudder a little.

He lowered his eyes, and his indifferent eyes glanced at Ba Lala's well-defined curled eyelashes, trembling slightly after the touch of his fingers, like two dense brushes, and then left.

He opened his mouth and explained lightly: "Eye shit."

Barala: "........."

You deserve it because you can't find someone!

Ba Lala, who was almost cheated just now, rubbed her eyes angrily, stopped rubbing her movements, looked down at the little tears on the back of her hands, and muttered for a long time: "What a big eyeball!" ah."

"Want to dance?" Seeing that she had recovered, Sherlock threw a series of question marks into his mind. He had already straightened up, with his hands behind his back, and issued a seemingly ordinary invitation.

Mycroft was dumbfounded by his brother's current behavior.John seemed relieved to be sitting beside him.

John: "I always thought that Sherlock was an elm lump who didn't know anything about feelings. Actually, think about it, he doesn't have a low EQ."

Mycroft looked back at John.

John smiled and looked at the two people who were inexplicably right: "Probably there has never been a person worthy of recharging his emotional intelligence."

Mycroft remained silent, and pondered: "Is Barala that person?"

John shrugged indifferently: "At present, she is the most likely, isn't she?"

Mycroft crossed his fingers and rested on his chin, as if Sherlock was meditating, and looked directly at them.

Some people are not surprised that she invited Barala to dance, after all, she is also a delicate flower now (?).But if this person is Sherlock, Barala is a bit...

Barala: "You you you you you..."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Barala glared at Loki and said angrily, "Get rid of this illusion! Get rid of it!"

Loki: "......"

Loki twitched the corners of his mouth, it was rare to be a good boy today, and he simply rolled his eyes at her.

Barala: "..."

Tony joked, "This is the real Sherlock. If you don't believe me, dance with me."

This group of people is the legendary Yang Qi too heavy.With Mrs. Hudson, there are only four women.Coupled with the nine men present, there are more wolves than meat.

If you want to dance, you have to act first, or you will become a man if you are not careful...

Sherlock glanced at Tony's joke without any trace, and poked him. He had already calculated a hundred ways in his mind how to pack this blind old man and throw him back to the United States.

Barala laughed dryly, "Forget it."

After speaking, he stood up and put it on Sherlock's hand, reminding him: "Say it first, don't cry out if you are stepped on."

Sherlock: "...forget it then."

Ba Lala smiled and grabbed his hand: "Just to practice my dancing skills, it's not so easy to let go."

Then... Sherlock really regretted it.

Sherlock: "Did you mean it?"

Barala: "Move your foot over there, oh, it's done now, the footprints on the leather shoes are finally symmetrical."

Sherlock: "..."

Barala: "Why are you so impatient. Oops, be careful—"

Sherlock hugged Barala who was leaning back.

Sherlock: "Idiot."

Heroes: "..."

Tony: "I can't take it anymore, I'm too full for dinner, I refuse this dog food."

Then go outside.

Steve was hurt by the scene, his last dance... "Oh, I'm going to accompany him."

The Holmes couple led their eldest son to another room with ambiguous expressions.

The others also left with one excuse after another.Only the tenacious little ants were left.

The little ant looked left and right, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Everyone is gone."

Barala pouted boredly, let go of Sherlock's hand, and walked in front of him.

Sherlock's palm still had her warmth.Clenching his fists, he followed without saying a word.

Barala: "I really don't feel a sense of accomplishment."

Sherlock's organs are speechless at the moment, and it is estimated that he will not be able to speak for a while.

Scott took out the watch in the plastic bag from his backpack and handed it to her, heaved a sigh of relief: "Give it to you quickly, this thing makes me uneasy, you don't know that I met someone when I was stealing something." who."

Barala was curious: "Who is it?"

Scott took a deep breath and raised his head proudly: "Batman! I escaped from him hahaha."

This tone seems to be able to escape from the superhero is not luck, it all depends on strength, I feel great.

But when it came to Batman, he also expressed his doubts: "I'm still wondering why Batman is in the home of the richest man in Gotham."

These two people don't seem to get along at all.

Ba Lala, who adhered to the principle of spoiling the whole family, said a cold joke: "Maybe they are good friends."

This is an irreconcilable relationship.Who knows that Ant-Man still thinks it makes sense: "No wonder he refused to let me go. Friendship is priceless——"

Barala: "..."

Barala: "Then you better be careful not to be caught by Wayne's good friend Batman."

Scott nodded, "Not many people know this identity yet. It would be difficult for him to find me."

Wait until he trades the watch to Barala.Scott finally completed the task, then looked at Sherlock who had been silent, and smiled: "Then you two study hard, and I won't bother you, Mr. Stark also said to go drinking together." He left with great discernment.

Barala just sat down, carefully observed the watch, and finally nodded: "It's true. I just don't know where the fragment is."

Sherlock sat next to her, reached out to take the watch, and looked at it expressionlessly.

After a while, he put it down: "Need to perform an energy test and scan it. I'll save that until after Christmas."

Barala nodded: "Yes. I hope there will be no more murders."

Sherlock put the watch in his palm and spread it in front of Barala. Seeing her worried look, he asked calmly, "Are you sure you want to intervene in this matter?"

This is different from receiving money to accept cases in the past, and you can close it at any time.And buckling this watch means that sooner or later she will be drawn into this struggle for the right to destroy the world.

Barala pulled her hair irritably, her big waves were a bit messy now, and a few strands of hair were mischievously hanging down to her forehead.

Although I don't know when Hydra took over S.H.I.E.L.D., Barala is sure that S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a safe place now.Superheroes may help her, but each of them will have their own position, and they have to do something against their will for themselves and the country.

Barala is selfish, afraid of death, and doesn't want to take this risk.

Later she told the secret to Sherlock who had nothing to do with her.

Sherlock's personality is straightforward, and the anti-social personality doesn't care about the society's evaluation of him at all, and he is never influenced by public opinion.He doesn't care about this, he is only obsessed with his own interests.Smart, calm, with a strong heart and enough ability.And, above all, he was interested in the trouble these fragments caused.

Therefore, he is the only person that Barala feels can rest assured to have a showdown.

Now that Sherlock asked this, he was obviously ready to follow her decision.Or, let her break away from this incident and investigate alone.

Balala looked at Sherlock and forced the corners of her mouth to curl up, and said in a relaxed tone, "Sooner or later, I will be involved. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later, it's not about catching the train."

Sherlock put the watch into her hand.

"I will always be by your side, by your side."

Hearing these words, Barala was quite moved, and turned to Sherlock with tears in her eyes, "God, although your character design is getting more and more biased, I am really touched when I hear you say that you will die with me."

Sherlock: "...Who said you were going to die?"

Barala: "Oh, don't pay attention to such details."

Sherlock: "..."

Seeing that Sherlock was speechless, Barala stuffed the watch into her pocket, pulled up Sherlock's sleeve, got up and walked out.

Barala: "Okay, let's talk about this terrible thing later, the most important thing is to have a wonderful Christmas~ Hey, are you stealing a drink!"

Barala rushed to join the group.

Sherlock looked at the figure of Barala flying past, and finally put it in his pocket silently, ready to go to McCoff for a cigarette.

Barala was running from him...

……

It's a pity that Barala's simple wish to have a good Christmas is obviously impossible to realize.

The heroes who had been tired all day on Christmas Eve went to bed at Holmes' house. His house also had many large rooms. Although they didn't clean it much, Tony and the others didn't care.

Barala slept in a separate room on the second floor.She didn't expect Santa Claus to stuff presents into her socks either, so she rolled them up and stuffed them into her shoes.

When she woke up the next day, she was about to get off the ground when she stepped on something bulging.

Barala yawned and opened her eyes.Then……

Barala: "Mist Grass, has Santa Claus appeared?"

A cute brown bear was stuffed into her woolen stockings, her body was covered by the socks, her head was exposed, and her two black eyes were shining brightly in the early morning.

It's a cute, naive little thing.

It's just... this bear has no ears.

"It's not easy to stuff this bear into a sock." Barala took it out, pinched its soft body carefully, and then glanced at the ear hole that was violently removed, revealing a ball of cotton , frowned.

No one gives an incomplete gift.

She looked around the room, and finally got down to the ground, turned her head and walked to the window, and opened the white gauze curtain, and then the gauze curtain couldn't be lifted, and found that one corner of it was accidentally pinched by the person who closed the window.

Last night, it was Barala who untied the gauze curtain tied with a beautiful bow to cover the window with her own hands. The window was never opened from the beginning to the end.

The room was a bit empty, and Barala touched her intact body and face, changed her clothes calmly, and then went downstairs with a "Christmas gift".

The people downstairs were more or less early risers, and they were eating breakfast prepared by Mrs. Holmes.

Natasha is also helping.

The rest were either watching TV or reading newspapers.

When Barala came downstairs, the morning news happened to be broadcasting an unfortunate event.

A little girl who got lost on Christmas Eve died of cold on the streets of London last night.She was dressed thinly, with a serene smile on her lips, like a little match girl in a fairy tale.It's just that I don't know which crazy gangster actually cut off the little girl's ears alive.

The weather was too cold, and the ear was cut off, but there was no bleeding.

The camera stayed around her for a long time with a mosaic. It was because of this scene that Barala, who was walking down, just heard her corpse singing nursery rhymes softly on TV.

A little bear, with two ears, cut off the ears, still laughing.

Two little bears with four eyes were dug out and there was no fuss.

Three little bears, six legs, all cut off, bouncing around.

Four little bears, eight hands, after they were broken, walked backwards.

……

The sound on the TV was chaotic, and she could hear it vaguely. When she wanted to continue listening, the scene had already changed.

At this time, John on the first floor saw Barala and greeted her habitually: "Hey, did you sleep well last night? Wait... What is it in your hand?"

He pointed to the doll that Barala was holding in his hand.

Balala woke up from the nursery rhyme, and subconsciously looked down at the little bear in her hand.

The earless bear, with a bald head, is staring and grinning.

"A little bear, with two ears, ripped off the ears, still laughing."

Barala was so frightened that she threw the bear on the ground. The little bear fell to the ground, its eyeballs hit the wooden board with a "dong" sound, and rolled a few times.

Finally smiley face up.

small theater:

A group of superheroes were fed up with dog food and ran to another room.

Tony: "Dog food for Christmas! It's inhumane!"

The old driver Natasha was thoughtful: "The relationship between the two of them doesn't seem to be that simple."

Steve was hurt by the dance just now, and he is depressed at the moment. Hearing what she said, he shook his head and retorted: "Sometimes, what looks difficult is actually suppressed."

Like him and Carter.

Seeing that everyone has such a story, Tony thought for a while, "According to Barala's peeing...character. If she can suppress it, it will be a serious matter."

Makes sense...

The few people who were speechless instantly felt that there was a mysterious veil on Barala.

Thunder God shook his head: "You Zhongting people have really complicated feelings. I'm a god, so I don't really understand."

Loki, who was forcefully dragged out by his brother, twitched his mouth, thinking that you don't understand, those goddesses are about to put their eyes on you, you still don't understand, you deserve to be single forever if you don't understand.Oh, that earth girlfriend... sooner or later she will die of old age.