[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Barala and the man looked in the direction of the voice.

The shadow cast by the wall covered Sherlock's upper body. Standing in the shadow, he was engulfed by the darkness and couldn't see clearly. Compared with the man in white with his back to the sun, he was dressed in black and seemed more like a ruthless criminal.

Sherlock walked out of the darkness step by step, exposed to the sunlight, his expression remained indifferent for a long time.

The man in white squinted his eyes at him for a long time, and finally raised a beautiful arc slowly, showing a smile full of interest.

"Sherlock Holmes." The man whispered his name.

Sherlock glanced at him, and almost at the same time, Barala heard the rapid analysis of his organs, and concluded that this man was a complete psychopath.

Barala: ………

Ex-boyfriend is mentally ill?What kind of weird setting is this OTZ

Sherlock walked to Barala's side, and naturally saw the four eyeballs.It's just that there was no reaction, and I felt a little in the way, so I kicked it with my foot.

Barala mourned silently for the four eyeballs who were just thrown at the door by psychopaths like glass balls and now ignored by Sherlock like garbage.

"You, why are you here?" Regarding Sherlock's appearance, Barala put on a proper surprised expression, glanced behind her with concern, and found that John hadn't followed.

Sherlock kept looking at Barala, seeing her guilty expression flashing, turned his hands away, and explained lightly, "It just so happens."

Hehe, what a coincidence.It's not Jasmine's hospital, and I haven't heard that the people of Scotland Yard encountered any headaches today. It happened to be on the same floor after coming all the way from the suburbs, what a coincidence——

Barala is a bit confused now. In fact, she herself doesn't understand what is going on in the current situation, and now is not the time to worry about why Sherlock appeared here. At the same time, the Wenyi sitting by the window The young man looked quietly at the two people standing together, and muttered to himself: "You betrayed me."

A man's brain: "How can I be with her forever."

The man's hands: "Kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her, kill her..."

Barala:? ? ?

Black question marks filled the top of his head.Ba Lala quickly shook her head, put aside the question mark, and deeply felt the sickness of the man opposite.And at the same time, when she saw this man, her heart was not fluctuating. Didn't the time travel script say that when she saw her former lover, those sleeping memories would wake up, and then she would be heartbroken and recall something? What the hell, how come she has all of them gone... Holding a blank sheet of paper to play who is an undercover agent, the difference in treatment is too big.

Seeing the "kill her" voice of the man in white getting more and more intense, Barala blurted out without thinking: "Even if you kill me, you won't get me!"

After finishing speaking, seeing the man's pupils constricted violently, Barala covered her mouth, which would cause trouble when she was nervous, and wanted to cry without tears: "I, I, I mean, people can't be resurrected after death, and you can't see me even if I die. It's my turn."

"It's okay." The man looked at Barala tenderly, as if looking at a beloved treasure, and said in a relaxed tone, "I will always be with you in the grave."

Barala's hairs stood on end at what he said.That kind of creepy and gentle gaze felt like cutting off Barala's skin inch by inch, and then tearing apart the bones to eat the meat.

"Have you asked my opinion?"

Just when Barala couldn't stand it any longer, Sherlock took half a step forward and turned slightly to block the man's sight.

The man completely ignored Sherlock, and still spoke to Barala: "You two are really together?"

Barala: ...

What is sure enough?And why the whole world knows that they are together, only Ba Lala doesn't know! ?

Barala was also tired, she didn't have time to refute, but Sherlock's words blocked all the explanations that followed.

Sherlock: "So you should ask my opinion first."

Barala: =dish=

The man was also taken aback, and forced his eyes to move to Sherlock, as if treating a dead person, his smile lost its warmth: "Then do you agree?"

Sherlock was expressionless: "I don't agree."

Barala: ...you will die if you play like this crazy person.

Yet the angry side of the man didn't show up the way Barala expected.He smiled softly, his hair also showed a slight gap due to the trembling of his body, and his eyes with thick dark circles also flashed by. The sickly pale set off the brown eyes, which were extremely conspicuous, but the eyes There is a shadow of prey in it.

"I should have brought Barala back a long time ago." His other foot was also put down, and his hands pressed against the door frame, dangling his feet, "But it's not too late now."

As he spoke, he took out a pistol from behind and pointed it at Barala who was facing him. Then, under her surprised expression, the corners of her mouth curled up, and the gun head slowly moved to the side.

The center of Sherlock's eyebrows.

Sherlock didn't move, and didn't seem to be afraid, and the two confronted each other like this.

And it was at this time that Barala, who was trying to divert the sick man's attention, saw a familiar sign on his tiger's mouth.

"Yinyuanhui..."

The familiar letter V, Barala did not expect that this person who once knew the owner of this body would be connected with this organization.

Hearing this name, the man looked at Barala happily and said happily, "Let's conquer this world."

Barala: "..."

Now it's all right, not just a sick girl but also a middle school girl.

Which great god did Mother Earth offend? Everywhere is coming to rule the world and destroy the earth, wave after wave, endless (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

But seeing him, Barala still wondered if this person might be the legendary Sabidin.But before he could ask, that person seemed to see through Barala's thoughts, and said to her softly: "I have abandoned the previous name, now, you can call me 'Nicotine'."

Addictive and deadly nicotine.

Sherlock: ...

Barala: ………………

After Nicotine finished speaking, he fired directly at Sherlock, with a natural expression as if he was eating and drinking.

At the same time, gunshots rang out, one high and one low, and Barala threw the iron bag into Nicotine's arms almost without thinking. Because of the sudden inertial weight, the habitual leaning back.

Nicotine smiled happily, his bangs raised back revealed his gentle brown pupils, and on his original white shirt, a red liquid was oozing out, and a beautiful blood-colored flower bloomed on his shoulder, very The area of ​​the quick blood flower was getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering half of his body.

At this time, the little girl in the morgue began to sing the nursery rhyme of the little bear unconsciously.

The crisp sound echoed in Barala's ears through the morgue,

"Three little bears, six legs, all cut off, jumping..."

Nicotine held Balala's schoolbag with a holy smile, and then, as if in slow motion, he leaned back from the front.

He slowly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but because the speed of the descent was too fast, Barala couldn't see clearly, so she just watched him fall from the window.

"Sherlock."

Balara never looked at the falling nicotine again, and threw herself directly in front of Sherlock.

There was no red spot between Sherlock's eyebrows, but his arm was scratched by the bullet, which was nothing compared to the nicotine just now.

What the hell is going on with that nicotine?Relieved, Barala looked towards the window in doubt.

"John is on the opposite side." Sherlock covered his wound and stared down at Barala's side face, "This military doctor who has been on the battlefield is also good at marksmanship."

That's why Sherlock stood there confidently just now.

Ba Lala, who thought there was another group of criminal groups, was completely relieved now, and her legs were a little weak, leaning on the wall.

Barala asked Sherlock: "Will a fall from this height kill someone?"

Sherlock replied to her: "It depends on the probability."

The two looked at each other, and Barala turned her head to the window in embarrassment, and said to herself, "Oh, everyone will be happy if they die."

She stood by the flag, came to the window, looked up and took a look, then froze.

Ba Lala rubbed her eyes in disbelief, "I must have hallucinated just now!" She said and continued to look down hard.

result……

"Mist grass, actually disappeared?"

然后她随即反应过来，抓狂道：“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊，我的两个鸽子蛋啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！”

……

"Disappeared?"

John, who rushed over, helped Sherlock bandage the wound. When he heard the result, he was surprised and tightened the rope.

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock's arm: "FUCK!"

At this moment, Barala was heartbroken because of the money she lost innocently, so she glanced weakly at Sherlock's arm and sighed.

John: "You have sighed for the 25th time."

Barala: "...Hey."

John: "26 times."

They were in the hospital surgery room now, and the Scotland Yard men who had been alarmed by the gunshots had been sent away by Lestrade.Sherlock's wound is not deep, it's good not to get wet for a few days.John took the doctor's job, checked it, and went to the doctor to prescribe medicine for him.

There were only the two of them left in the room.

The shirt inside Sherlock was also stained with blood. After bandaging it, he put on his coat and sat on the edge of the bed.

Barala sat on a chair that was a head lower than the bed.

The air was quiet.

At this moment, Sherlock broke the atmosphere in the room and said directly: "Do you have anything to explain?"

Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Like why are you here?"

Sherlock's thin lips: "For example, why is that Nicotine your ex-boyfriend."

Sherlock's green eyes: "For example, your past, your secret."

Barala: "..."

When he asked this question, Barala really didn't know where to start.

She was a little embarrassed because of the ex-boyfriend who appeared out of nowhere, and because of the mysterious organization that ceased to feel its presence all the time.

"I do have a secret." Barala felt that everything seemed to be heading in an uncontrollable direction. While she was heartbroken for her pigeon eggs, she kept shaking her determination.

"I—" she said, and Sherlock listened without saying a word.

As a result, just as he was about to continue speaking, the door that John had closed before was knocked open in an instant, and a guy in red and black came in, leaning on the door and tilting his head to look at the two people in the room.

"Hey, did I bother you to confess?"

Barala: "..."

Sherlock stood up and walked in front of the idiot silently, there seemed to be anger in his eyes.

"roll."

With that said, with a force, the door was firmly closed.

The heavily armed man outside: "Ah—" It should be that his nose hit the door.

Barala: "..."

Barala scratched her hair and cried out in pain: "I must have been hallucinating from taking drugs just now." Anyway, seeing that shameless appearance, I don't want to mention this matter at all.

Sherlock: "..."

He decided to drag that idiot at the door in again as his live experiment.

The guy leaning against the door clasped his hands lazily, and yelled: "Hey, hey, even if it disturbs you to do something shameful, you don't have to treat me like this. Anyway, I haven't taken off my pants yet. I didn't see anything that I shouldn't have seen."

"Shouldn't you watch it?" John came back with the medicine, just in time to see this strangely dressed man talking to himself at the door.

John walked over: "You are?"

"Me?" A pointed guy slightly bent out from the top of the headgear, touched his head coolly, and said in a seductive voice, "I broke the Guinness Book of Records, the longest shot in the world Holder."

After finishing speaking, he patted his crotch.

John: "..."

Two people in the room: "..."

I didn't believe it at first, but Barala was sure about who this person was.

Then there were four people in the room.

"You can call me Deadpool." The outspoken guy jumped onto the tea shelf in the lounge, his legs dangling restlessly, "I'm looking for someone."

Barala would not be in the mood to talk to him now, and Sherlock was still thinking about how to do experiments with him, so the heavy responsibility of communication fell on John.

John: "Ahem."

He cleared his throat and looked at Deadpool: "Then... who are you looking for? Do you want to consult on a case?"

Deadpool pointed his chin: "Uh——"

John:? ? ?

"I heard a nursery rhyme." Deadpool didn't say whether he was consulting, he lifted his butt first, reached out from the seam of his hip pants, and took out a stack of papers.

John: ...

Barala: ...

Sherlock: ...

"It's not this, it's not this, it's not this..." Deadpool searched and threw it away, rummaged for a long time, and finally took a piece of tin foil from a cigarette box, and said, "This is it."

As he said that, he handed it to... He stretched out his hand and shook it around, and handed it to Barala.

"Hey, I know you, the famous American sexy female detective, yo yo yo~"

Barala: "...Do you know what it means to forcibly flirt with a girl? I'll teach you a lesson. I never take things that are handed to me and give them to my assistant."

Deadpool: "...Your hobby seems familiar."

Ba Lala smiled meaningfully: "Does it sound familiar? It must be that your dimension wall is cracked. Hurry up and hand it over to my assistant."

John, who stretched out his hand and was left hanging in the air, finally returned the tinfoil to his hand after turning it around.

"So you're looking for her?" John took it and looked down.

Deadpool shrugged.

Looking at the lines of letters that were about to fly off on the tattered paper, John twitched the corners of his mouth and distinguished them for a long time.

"Is this...the killing of Little Bear Ballad?"

Balala Diary:

"Journal Diary: My Day"

Someone gave me a Christmas present in the morning. I was quite satisfied with this Christmas present, but I don’t need to throw it out QAQ

When I was looking for the little girl's body, I met a sick girl who claimed to be my ex-boyfriend, and then was enraged by Sherlock who admitted to be my current boyfriend (what the hell is this), and the two shot each.The sick and delicate man was hit in the shoulder by John who was hiding in the dark, and then I sent him downstairs with my schoolbag. Sherlock had nothing to do with it. This shows how awesome the aura of a winner in life is.

You villains are doomed hehe.

Then Sherlock seemed to know some secrets. In fact, besides I can understand the corpse's speech, I don't know the other secrets of this body. QAQ, how can this be explained? .Also, "my" ex-boyfriend is actually one of the little bosses of Yinyuanhui. I'm so lucky. Fortunately, I don't have any tattoos on my hands.

And then the legendary Deadpool who broke through the dimensional wall broke the psychological defense line I worked so hard to build. Fortunately, fortunately, I would have said it on impulse, and I would no longer be able to look directly at Sherlock's high nose bridge, thin lips and green eyes. QAQ

And then, and then, Deadpool actually came to me to consult on the case?Ha ha, I will definitely not answer, because he is poor.

After finishing writing, Barala closed the diary.

After the two finally had sex, Barala suddenly remembered her diary, flipped through it in a bored way, and saw a mark on her page.

have read. — Sherlock