[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

"Someone slipped this bear into your sock?"

A group of people formed a circle, looking up at the earless teddy bear.

This little bear opened his hands and grinned, quiet and well-behaved, and charmingly naive.

Barala is going crazy.

"Don't let me catch the prankster." She wrenched her fingers, her bones creaked, and her expression was extremely ferocious.

Everyone who was rushed back silently by this resentment, looked left and right, and realized a problem.

"You didn't realize that someone broke into this place?"

Surprised superheroes pointing at each other.

Barala had a dark face, "I'm going to kill him."

Seeing that Barala was about to go berserk, Natasha, an experienced agent, frowned and analyzed: "We had a few drinks yesterday, but we are not unconscious. Pranksters can bypass our alert range Things are placed next to Ba Lala's bed, he must not be weak."

If you are not weak, it means you are not an ordinary person.

A group of people turned all their eyes to the unusually well-behaved Loki this time.

Rocky: ...

Rocky smiled sinisterly: "If it's my prank, this teddy bear will become a real bear."

The speechless crowd: ...

Tony conspired: "You shouldn't provoke someone you shouldn't."

Barala remembered the watch that she hid: ...

"How is it possible...haha...haha" she laughed dryly.

Heroes: "..."

Sherlock, who came back from her room, walked down and quickly explained: "The footprints on the wall outside the window are adult men, and the curtains were pressed down when he left, showing off, he could have been flawless, he was showing off on purpose The strength of the room. There is no trace of the room being turned over, so the goal is not to steal, and this is what can prove it."

As he said, he picked up the teddy bear and played with the little thing, his gaze fell on its two pairs of black bright eyes.

"Black diamonds, two identically polished pigeon eggs."

Barala:? ? ?

She hurriedly picked up the teddy bear, and suddenly felt that its smile was unstoppable, it was so pleasing to the eye.

"Wait and I'll pick it off."

Heroes:  ….

Tony: "Are you short of money?"

Barala said confidently, "Yes, I am short of money."

As he said that, he really planned to pick out those two black diamonds.Sherlock stopped her with a word.

"Sooner or later it's yours."

It makes sense.Ba Lala let go, wondering, "This man wanted to scare me and gave me two pigeon eggs back. Is he schizophrenic?"

"But one thing is for sure, you made money this time." Having said that, Sherlock's expression didn't look like he was joking.

Barala: "You better stop telling bad jokes."

Just when he was talking about this, John suddenly remembered the news he saw just now, staring at the little bear in Barala's hand, he had a bad feeling, "This little bear's ears..."

"It was gone when I woke up." Barala replied with a relaxed expression.And the ballad echoing in her mind made it hard for her not to connect with Little Bear, but the reality is that she knew that there was a relationship between the two, and she couldn't tell what she had discovered.

"The little girl's ears were also cut off." John said worriedly.

Barala, who was racking her brains to figure out how to connect these two things: Hey hey?

If this goes on like this, she will think that John is also time-traveling...

The timing of the appearance of this bear with missing ears was so coincidental that it was impossible not to connect with the news.

But it's too far-fetched, maybe it's a misunderstanding?

……

Sure enough, this Christmas morning was not a good one at all.

But no matter whether it was Tony, Sherlock, Rocky or the like, this group of older bear children prepared their own affairs after eating their breakfast in peace.

Natasha and Thor were going to escort Loki to find Hawkeye. They couldn't believe that any word Loki said, even if it was just a modal particle, would always have several meanings.So they plan to go their own way to Hawkeye.

Steve and Dr. Banner went to find the Winter Soldier.Seeing that his former little friend was not dead, Steve felt his heart beating violently for the first time after waking up. He needed to find Bucky, he needed this friend.

With Tony and Natasha, Rocky is dangerous and needs more help.

Ant-man Scott, who was alone, stayed at Holmes' home and became an otaku, avoiding the limelight.

Bruce Wayne is still looking for him all over the world, so he should keep a low profile for a while.

After all the superheroes left, Barala stuffed the little bear into her bag, and planned to go to see the little girl's body by herself. She needed to talk to the corpse to understand the nursery rhyme.

Barala didn't call Sherlock, so under the eager gaze of John and Scott, Sherlock just played the violin by the window and watched Barala leave with his backpack.

John: "Aren't you going to follow?"

Sherlock lowered his eyes, and the violin's voice was elegant and beautiful, "She doesn't want me to follow."

John really wanted to say "women love to talk ironically", but when he thought of Sherlock's amazing insight, he was a little speechless, and finally smoothed things over dryly, "Maybe she has some personal business."

private matter?Sherlock played the violin, thinking silently.

It should be her secret.Mysteries about her.Something she's been hiding.

It’s hard for Barala to tell her secrets. It’s really shameful for her ability to be placed on ordinary people. If it is replaced by the super power of the spicy seed, maybe she will not be a detective now, and she will directly change to a hero. up.But the reality is that someone left such an inexplicable clue in front of the current American female detective Barala. If she hadn't been able to understand the corpse's speech, maybe the second time, it would be more than just a bear toy.

Because no one has come to claim it, the police made the information public, hoping that the family of the poor little girl can see it at any time.So, Ba Lala took a taxi all the way to the hospital where the corpse was.

After successfully deceiving the medical staff with her "superior" acting skills, she came to the morgue and walked to the little girl's body.

The person who brought her was dismissed by Barala under the pretext of leaving, and now only she and the corpse remained.

The whole room was empty, filled with the echo of that nursery rhyme, which I never got tired of repeating over and over again.

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……

"Who taught you this song?"

Barala's abrupt opening interrupted their singing.

Hearing someone talking, those organs were confused for a while, as if they couldn't believe that someone could hear them singing.

"Don't be surprised, it's you who are asking." Barala knocked on the iron shelf where the corpse was placed. The iron shelf was so cold that Barala shrank back into her sleeves like a frightened cat before pretending to be forced. .

After the corpse seemed sure that it was really talking to him, he opened his mouth weakly.

The little girl's mouth: "It's the one who killed the master."

So, the little girl did not freeze to death as judged by the police, but homicide?

Barala: "Be more specific, maybe I can help you get revenge."

This method has been tried and tested, and no one who was killed did not want the prisoner to go unpunished.

Unexpectedly, when the little girl heard the revenge, she whimpered and sobbed: "We only want to find the master's parents."

Different organs whimpered together, and the lethality was equivalent to that of all the children in a kindergarten crying together.It made Barala so upset that she really had no choice but to show her trump card: "Do you still want to find the master and her parents!"

The organs of a child are as vulnerable to deception as a child. Hearing Ba Lala's angry voice, they all stopped crying at the same time, and the room fell silent instantly.

After a long time, the little girl's head, as a representative, said firmly, "I want to!"

"Be good if you want to~ Tell my sister about that song first." Ba Lala slowed down her voice and coaxed.

This tone is exactly the same as that of a trafficker who abducts children.

The little girl died peacefully, even wearing an inexplicable smile. Barala noticed that her smile always had an inexplicable sense of disobedience, as if...as if someone had squeezed it into that arc.

"It was the man we heard humming after the master died."

While staring at the girl's mouth, the mouth suddenly made a sound.

"After he froze our master to death, he sang this song, cut off his ear, and took him away."

"Then do you know what that person looks like?"

Barala couldn't look directly at the smile, so she looked at it from a different place, and this time she noticed that the little girl's frozen hands were on her chest, as if she was praying. With her innocent face, there was a A strange sense of holiness.

This time it was the girl's eyes that opened: "Tall and thin, with fair skin and black hair, his hair is so long that it covers his eyes, I can't see his eyes clearly, but his smile is very beautiful, just like ...like..."

The child was already trying her best to describe it, but it was too difficult for her to find a suitable adjective. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said with certainty: "It's like the sun."

Barala: "..."

"He's been singing that song, all the time, and he's still singing it when he's gone."

So subconsciously, the little girl's corpse sang over and over again.

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

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

thump—

Suddenly, there was the sound of something hitting the door.

Those organs all stopped talking.

thump-thump-

I don't know what hit the door, the sound was muffled, like the beating of a heart, and like a warning bell.

Balala rubbed her heart that had suddenly lifted up, and looked around the morgue, but found no convenient weapons.Pursing his lips, he walked to the corner and stuffed a few big discus that were so heavy that they were piled up there in his small bag.

She picked up the weight, and put the schoolbag in her backhand. She should not die or be disabled. She turned the bag back on her chest.Then he walked to the door and pressed his hands lightly on the doorknob.

thump—

It was the sound of something banging on the door again.

Barala opened the door.

A few round things rolled to his feet.

It's eyeballs.

She bowed her head and counted, exactly four.

The door of the morgue was facing the window of the corridor, and the sunlight slanted over, casting the outline of a window on the ground.The entire outline just extended to Balara's feet, and the four fresh eyeballs reflected a layer of moist halo under the sunlight.

And next to these eyeballs, there was a figure who hadn't moved.

Barala's gaze followed the figure.

It was a man wearing a thin white shirt in winter. He was sitting by the window, with one leg drooping lazily and the other stepping on the window sill.Under the backlight, his black hair was dyed with a hazy golden light, and his long bangs blocked his eyes.He was smiling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, not an excessive grin, nor a subtle smile, but a kind of joy from the heart.

In just an instant, she judged the identity of this person.

And Barala finally understood why the little girl's corpse described his smile as sunshine.

His smile is indeed warm, holy, and innocent, and this picture... is full of contradictions.

"Do you like it? This gift." I don't know which one he is referring to.

But either one was a big shock.

Barala couldn't hold back anymore, and asked the first question.

Barala: "Aren't you cold?"

Wearing a white shirt in this weather, sitting by the window, pretending to be a literary and melancholy young man.

The man froze for a moment, then smiled happily: "Are you caring about me?"

Barala: ………

Barala: "Okay, you have thicker skin than me, you win."

These eyeballs are crying, crying that they have left their master.

Barala, who was disturbed by the crying, took another look at these eyeballs, remembered the second sentence of the nursery rhyme, hesitated, and asked, "Where are the owners of these eyeballs?"

"Of course he's dead." The man replied lightly, as if he was saying that he ate very well this morning. Then he changed the subject and landed on Barala, "What about you? Do you miss me? ?”

Barala:? ? ?

Without hearing Barala's reply, the man's smile faded, "You don't think about me."

Barala:? ? ?

Seeing that Barala acquiesced, this time, the man's smile completely disappeared.

When he smiles, it's like the sun is shining on the earth. When he's not smiling, even if the sun shines on people, he can feel a biting chill.

The man's hands: "She forgot, forgot, forgot, forgot, forgot..."

The man's brain: "I will kill all the people around her, leaving only the master."

Barala: ...Where is this crazy (psychic) ​​person? OTZ

She doesn't have the impression that it doesn't mean that she doesn't know this body. Barala guesses that this person may know the owner of her body. It's too late to think about it. Seeing that he is getting colder and colder, and he is about to run away, Barala immediately speaks out : "Don't worry, I remembered."

The man looked at Barala silently.

Barala: "You are my friend..." She saw the man purse his lips again, and the "friend" circled around his mouth, turning into...

Barala: "Are you my ex-boyfriend?"

man:"……………"

The man looked at her sadly: "Have you become an ex-boyfriend?"

He seemed to recall the past, and slowly raised a smile, which became as warm as it was at the beginning, "I won't kill your friend next time, let's make up, okay?"

Barala's psychological shadow area: "……………………………………………"

You crazy!What a ghost (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

She didn't know that this body had such a "special" love history, but Ba Lala deeply realized that this world is really too dangerous, Ma Ma wants to go home QAQ

"not good."

Just as Barala was going through complicated inner activities, a familiar voice came from the other end of the corridor, standing there in a black coat, and answered for her.

Barala's inner monologue:

For this divine unfolding, I was in a daze.

I thought it was just an ordinary nursery rhyme murder, and then when the second little bear song appeared, my ex-boyfriend... No, a psychopath actually came over and admitted that he was the killer, and wanted to reconcile with me.

I don’t even know you, okay (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

But from this incident, I finally realized a few things.

1. The previous experience of this body must be very rich, (I was simply too naive to think that it would be over if I put it on a beautiful woman. Sure enough, there is a price to pay for being beautiful.)

2. What the hell is this body looking like? This person looks like a pervert!Being handsome is also perverted!There is still a problem in the brain! (Wearing a shirt on such a cold day is mind blowing.)

3. It is not against the law for a mentally ill person to kill someone, but he still dares to threaten me with a bear, so how can I kill this person?

4 is... 4 is he actually came?