[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Sherlock, who didn't hear the response from the other side, pretended to be reading the newspaper, turned his eyes away, glanced at Barala who had a strange expression, and judged from her expression and reaction that the reason came from himself.

"Sue Witt, a well-known thief in the United States, his hobbies are different from ordinary people. The ego in the second sexual period is too developed, which has produced a series of malice towards this society. The sexual orientation is normal. The smell of wine on the body shows that the deceased He drank alcohol before his death, his nerves were paralyzed for a while, and he was strangled to death with silk stockings after being knocked out by the suspect. His arms were stained with soil with excessive heavy metals, and the analysis results of the components of these soils were in this area. There was pomade on his hair, obviously he Pay attention to your appearance, hunt for sex, a tourist with normal sexual orientation comes to a different area, it is very likely that you want to have an affair. The best place for hunting for sex is the nightclub, next to the largest nightclub in this area. The killer is experienced , start with his interest, lead him to a remote place and kill him with one move."

Sherlock's speech speed is very fast, and his language organization ability is also quite good.Under his description, a rich image of Sue Witt was completely displayed in front of Barala, and even the scene at the time of the crime could be reproduced exactly.If it wasn't for the information from the organ's conversation, Barala wouldn't even be able to keep up with his fast-jumping thoughts.

Even if she can keep up now, she still belongs to the type of scumbag who tries to learn well when others solve problems on the blackboard while she has turned to the last page of the paper to read the answers. After all, real scumbags don’t even bother to copy the answers. .

"...The scene of the crime, if I'm not mistaken, it's in the alley behind this bar." After finishing the last sentence, Sherlock had finished reading the newspaper quietly and folded it.

The information in the newspapers is really quite boring, and there are only three suicides that can barely use the brain.

After complaining in his heart, he raised his eyes and looked at the expression of this little American detective again.

However, after seeing Barala's actions, Sherlock: ...

Sherlock: "Aside from eating, don't you have any other reaction?"

Ordinary normal people, after hearing his series of reasoning, the first reaction other than "fuck off" should be the stunned expression of the little man he saw today, something like this→(⊙o⊙)?

And the little American detective didn't give him any reaction, he still calmly ate burgers, dipped French fries in ketchup calmly, calmly...unless, she knew all of these.

Sherlock tapped the table with his bony fingers, and returned to his memory palace again, found her information, unfolded it, and drew a symbol.

Be smarter than ordinary people.

Balara felt that if she could act realistically in front of the detective Sherlock once in her lifetime, it would be recorded in the annals of history.Not only that, but she also knew things that Sherlock didn't know, for example, the great detective couldn't see the cryptic message that he liked virgins from the stripped corpse.

Because of this cryptic information, there was an inexplicably extra sense of superiority.Ba Lala felt that she had pretended enough, so she corrected her attitude and asked if she didn't understand.

"What do you mean by the self-development of the second sex?"

Sherlock: ...

"The ego in the second sexual period is too developed, resulting in a series of malice towards this society, arrogance, self-centered, thinking that the whole world is sorry for me..." Sherlock was explaining when he saw Bara Pulling a look of understanding, said something he did not understand.

"Isn't that the Second Second Disease?"

Secondary illness?Sherlock quickly thought about this type of illness in his mind, but unexpectedly found that this word did not seem to exist in his dictionary.

Maybe it was translated from another country?

Sherlock memorized the word, looked up and saw that Barala seemed to have noticed something suddenly, and stopped eating.Following her gaze, Sherlock saw a young girl wearing a peaked cap who had just entered the room.

The reason why Barala noticed her was because the organs on the girl's body were screaming angrily that her master had been cheated.

Barala thought it would not be such a coincidence.

"Mr. Detective, what did you observe?" Barala leaned forward slightly, evoking a smirk as if watching a good show, her eyes flickered with an unknown light, and her tone was filled with faint expectation.

The sudden distance made Sherlock, who had never had much contact with people (including women), stiff for a second, but then he relaxed without any expression on his face.His eyes flicked across her distinct eyelashes from high to low, casually glanced at the girl she was secretly observing, and said.

"Keep your hat down, you don't want others to notice you; you don't have makeup, you have dark circles, you feel anxious, you can't sleep or eat; your muscles are strong, you have to exercise for a long time; your fingers are calloused, and you use a gun." When he said this, he stopped, and the answer was almost ready to come out .

Then Sherlock and Barala looked at each other, and the two showed smiles that understood each other.

Sherlock seldom encounters such a well-matched [fog] opponent.Although there are many unreasonable phenomena in Barala, judging from the current situation, getting along with her is much more pleasant than those guys in Su Holland Field.

Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Suddenly I feel like I'm unblocked."

Sherlock's thin lips: "I feel like I'm going up, oh my God, get me that."

Sherlock's green eyes: "But why do you feel that the master's mood suddenly went down?"

why? ? ?

Barala, who had been observing the female killer, took the time to glance at Sherlock, and she saw that his thin lips began to purse slightly again.

The brain that hadn't said much sighed: "I didn't expect that it was the suspect who was first discovered by this little American detective."

Balala, who was originally her own case: ...

"How did you know it was this person?" Seeing the suspect, neither of them showed any signs of abnormality. What should they do? Sherlock, who hadn't eaten all day, saw that there was still an untouched hamburger on her plate. , Pick it up and take a bite.

Barala:! ! !

But when I saw the female killer all of a sudden, I felt very nervous and weak... dick, I have no appetite for food for the time being, and I clearly heard the unbearable cries of the big detective Sherlock's stomach, she really couldn't bear to snatch the Big Mac over .

In order not to let herself keep paying attention to Hamburg, Barala could only forcibly divert her target and answer his question.

"According to my ... informant, the watch that was taken by the suspect was fake."

Sherlock, who was gnawing on the hamburger in an elegant posture, had a flash of understanding in his eyes.Then he motioned her to continue with his eyes.

Barala couldn't bear to look straight at the big detective with salad dressing on the corner of his mouth.

"According to my...informant, he has a sexual fetish, you know, kind of weird. I guess the suspect who got the fake and was blamed by the organization will go back to the scene of the crime and investigate whether the people from Scotland Yard have found the real one. watch."

Fortunately, this female killer should be committing a crime for the first time, and her behavior and demeanor are full of loopholes, not to mention Sherlock, even Barala, who doesn't have the strongest brain, can see it.

Sherlock listened to Barala's intermittent explanation, and found many language loopholes in her short sentences.

Without expressing anything, he took out a tissue and pressed the corner of his mouth, stamping her explanation with a big mark.

【lie】

Sherlock's mouth: "Speaking hesitantly."

Sherlock's eyes: "The eyes are evasive."

Sherlock's finger: "Informant? Who is the informant?"

Sherlock's ear: "What weird fetish? SM fellow?"

Sherlock's chin: "Don't you think lying in front of the master is insulting the master's IQ?"

Sherlock's brain: "Who? Who's insulting me?"

Secondary finger severed: "Hahahahahahaha."

Barala, who seemed to be ridiculed by the crowd, felt that her psychological shadow was a bit big at this moment.

Under the pressure of being despised by these organs, Barala saw that the female killer was startled by something, stood up and moved quickly outside.And Sherlock, who always kept an eye on six things, stood up and picked up the dark blue coat on the back of the chair, as if he had practiced it many times, and it was like a gust of wind blowing past her.

Barala, who still had ketchup in her hand, didn't care to wipe it off, licked it, grabbed the black plastic bag, and hurriedly followed.

Although she was exhausted, the female killer's escape speed was still the same.

Barala, who was wearing high heels, could only look at the abrupt curly hair in the crowd from afar, but she just held the shoes in her hands and scolded as she ran, "FUCK, I don't need high heels later!" Kill you."

No matter how weak... how the dick cursed, this female killer was still unaffected, and then her movements became more and more proficient, just like the countless Hollywood blockbusters that Barala had seen, she overthrew the roadside fruit stand with agility, The round bucket, and then made a sharp turn and went straight into the alley.

Then Barala, who was out of breath, saw that the curly hair in front paused for a moment, and almost at the same time as she was thinking, her body immediately moved and moved in other directions.

Knowing that Sherlock has GPS attributes, Barala didn't even think about it, and her body immediately moved in Sherlock's direction.

Sherlock chose a path that must be passed to meet the killer, and she didn't know why she was so desperate. Barala had almost run to the point of retching, and she didn't know how long she had been running, and then her brain was starved of oxygen. To the back of the big detective who stopped suddenly.

Barala squatted on the ground: "I really can't run anymore, let me vomit first."

Sherlock didn't answer, just stared straight ahead, his body motionless.

Barala, whose sight was blocked by him, tilted her head and looked ahead.Then I saw the female killer who had been knocked to the ground trampled on the ground by a vigorous figure. The dim light hit his body, which seemed to create a hazy circle of light, inexplicably adding a mysterious color.

After Barala stood up with trembling legs and saw the mysterious man's face clearly with Sherlock, Sherlock's expression was a little subtle, and Barala blurted out "fog grass."

Could this person be the bodyguard Coulson promised to Barala? ! ! !