[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Barala's voice was very low, and it wasn't too abrupt in the sparsely populated amusement park. After hearing these corpses, their yelling stopped intermittently, and the woman standing on the street said with certainty: "It's a man in khaki clothes. A strong man in black clothes!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the tramp's organ immediately retorted: "It's obviously a woman! It was a woman who killed my master! I'm sure!"

However, the organs of the convenience store clerk overturned the answers of the two corpses.

The eyes of the convenience store clerk: "It's a young man! A vicious young man! This is really terrible. Our master was still breathing when the calf was cut off!"

Cutting off the legs of the deceased alive before death was another perverted massacre.

Three corpses and three different killers, is it to speed up the progress?Or the nicotine can't wait.

Thinking of the last sentence of the ballad, Barala hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did they say anything else?"

These three killers are all ruthless and merciless, and they no longer treat the dead as human beings. In the eyes of the killers, no matter before or after death, they will never live to see the sun of tomorrow. He has always been unscrupulous in front of him.

It is never possible for a dead person to speak by himself, but this world is so fair, and there is a problem that can solve the problem that most living people cannot achieve.

Barala has realized this since she possessed this skill.So she keeps putting skills to use.

Tramp's Necrotic Knee: "That stinking bitch! That bitch said they had one last job to do. God damn it, how many more will they kill before they're willing!"

The ear of the convenience store clerk: "Yes, that's it. They said that after the mission is successful, the organization will reward them generously. Let us blame the person who proposed this mission."

The eyes of the girl standing on the street: "The killer who killed the master doesn't like to talk, but I heard a mental hospital, will their next target be there?"

Next time, there will be four dead people, with their hands broken and walking backwards.

How to reverse it?Barala imagined the scene of a group of corpses walking backwards in the mental hospital, and suddenly lost the desire to continue the investigation.

Why do my cases always have abnormal plots...Barala is heartbroken.

At this time, John also came back. He was still doing his best to record the video with his mobile phone, but when he saw Barala's expression of "eating shit", he looked at her in surprise: "What's wrong with you? I remember that it was fine just now. .”

I didn't eat shit just now, but now I'm done.

Ba Lala waved her hands disinterestedly, stood up and patted the dirt on her clothes a few times.

Barala: "These three people were killed in different ways, obviously by different killers. There are more killers than we thought, and there is a song, John, they will commit crimes again."

The number of killings is increasing every time, and John can't help but worry: "Then how do we stop them? So far, the killing pattern of their group is not fixed at all."

The next location is likely to be a mental hospital.

Barala knew it, but she couldn't explain it. Her eyes circled around the crime scene surrounded by Scotland Yard, and she tightened her hand in her coat pocket as she remembered the fragment she had now.

Yinyuanhui, Sabidin, the scattered fragments, and the bloody storm caused by the fragments wherever they went.

The bold and careful John carefully noticed that Barala's expression was not quite right. Compared with her usual active talk, she was obviously serious and awkward today, so he kindly said: "If you are worried about Sherlock, then we Let's go back first."

Barala, who was thinking about how to bring her out of the mental hospital, was in a daze, "Huh?"

"John is right. You don't miss the usual Barala at all today." Even Stark could see that Barala had something on her mind.

He and Deadpool also came over, and Deadpool crouched on the ground looking at the springs on his legs, holding his face and making a fuss, "This scene is so exciting, I want to take a group photo and upload it on FB."

As he spoke, he took out his phone to look for an angle.

The three corpses cursed at the same time: "Fool!"

And even if the people of Scotland Yard were goldfish, they couldn't agree to his misbehavior, surrounded him and gave him away.

Barala's face was covered with black lines, and as she walked out, she pointed to her nose and asked, "I can still be happy when I see a dead person. Do you think I'm a little bitch?"

Little bitch?

Although the other two had never heard of this nickname, after being told by Barala, they all looked at Deadpool squatting outside the cordon and drawing circles.

Deadpool felt their burning eyes, raised his head to look this way, tilted his head, and there were only three question marks on his head.

Hmm, very incisive.

Stark retracted his gaze and joked: "I thought your attitude after seeing the dead would at least be very gratifying, after all, their death means a very generous salary for you."

Barala's footsteps paused: "Dead people will vomit if they watch too much, but I'd rather starve to death in this line of work."

The Three Views are so upright, it's not at all like the Balala they know.

Tony and John looked at each other, and both realized that something was wrong with Barala today.

"Could it be because of Moriarty's recording." Seeing Barala slipping out of the cordon, John, who was half a beat behind, hesitantly turned off the phone that had been recording in his hand, "Barala's identity has always been a Mystery, people from the Yinyuan Society will know her this time, although Sherlock doesn't say anything, I have some doubts."

Tony was there at the time, and he also remembered the meaningful conversation. He put on his sullen sunglasses and patted John on the shoulder: "Before everything comes to a conclusion, learn to take a long-term view. If you doubt it, investigate it." It's fine if you don't."

Stark has never been a person who just sits and waits to die. He said that he must start to do it.

Don't mention anything after pressing it for the time being.

Here Barala summed up her findings together with John's and told Lestrade, and she also told him the ballad.

After listening to the ballad, Inspector Lestrade, who had an ugly face, seemed to have a little whiter temples.

Lestrade pursed his dry lips, and said with difficulty: "You mean, if you judge by the things in the ballad, there will be four more murders in the near future, right?"

Barala shrugged: "Now all these things are on the right track, so take precautions before they happen, don't you?"

Lestrade was silent for a while, and asked another question of his own: "How do you know this ballad?"

Hear the detective's suspicion.Barala smiled slightly, and pointed to Deadpool who happened to take the blame: "He also came across this ballad by accident. He thought the first two times were just a coincidence, but it seems that the third time he answered the words in the ballad. It's not just a coincidence. If I were the detective and you had this time to doubt the detective, you might as well think about how to arrange your subordinates to kill the fourth case in its infancy."

That's right... Lestrade was educated by a little girl, and thinking of the relationship between Sherlock and Barala, he thought she was fighting for her boyfriend, so he patted her on the shoulder awkwardly: "I see , In fact, I also trust Sherlock very much, and I will not be hindered by those rumors."

Barala:? ? ?

Seems like the whole world thinks she's in a relationship with Sherlock? ? ?

Why doesn't she know it herself? ? ?

But then, her feeling became more and more intense.

John is going to take Stark and Deadpool to the hospital to buy cold medicine? ? ?

Do Stark and Deadpool look like people who care about Sherlock's cold? ? ?

How dare this excuse be any worse!

With black question marks all over their heads, the four people who originally went out were only Ba Lala when they came back.

Back to 221B again.

Mrs. Hudson seems to have gone out too, leaving only Barala who just came back in the whole building... and Sherlock who was lying on the bed with "unknown life or death".

As soon as she entered the warm room from the cold outside, Bara tugged at the collar of the turtleneck sweater she wore to cover up the pinch marks on her neck, then took off her coat, changed her shoes, and habitually finished everything step by step Finally, she walked to Sherlock's bedroom, quietly opened the door and saw the bulging hill on the bed.

Balala pouted, and closed the door again.

Although everyone regarded her and Sherlock as a couple, only the person involved knew that the two of them did not even have a serious confession.In terms of relationship, it seems to be closer than the relationship of friends, but it has not reached the level of lovers.

I can't tell if I have feelings for Sherlock.After all, she is no longer a frigid detective who exists in the video. She appears in front of her alive, and she can feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy so intuitively. In addition, case after case connects the two people together. It feels like Barala feels that there is something wrong with her sexual orientation.

But there are some things that still have to be taken care of.For example, her own ability, for example, the identity that even she herself does not know so far...

When Barala came back to her senses, she realized that she had already stood in the kitchen.

Barala: "..."

Wucao, it's rare to seriously think about what's going on behind the scenes, this girl's body ran to the kitchen uncontrollably, is this fucking the rhythm of becoming a husband slave? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Sherlock hasn't eaten all day today. According to the law of general romantic dramas, a bowl of hot porridge and side dishes are needed to take care of sick patients at this time.Barala walked around the kitchen with black lines all over her face, and found that Mrs. Hudson had neither bought rice nor stored any vegetables for mixing.

Barala muttered to herself: "This is different from what was written in the novel."

But when she bent down, she finally saw something she recognized.

After the bedroom door opened again, Sherlock heard the movement and opened his eyes.

In fact, he had already woken up just now, he didn't know why he changed his mind when he wanted to sit up, and hid in the bed again, doing activities that wasted time and time that he could not bear before, and fell asleep.

So when Barala walked in cautiously carrying a steaming bowl, she saw the lump on the bed move, raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, you're awake."

Sherlock, who pretended to have just woken up, slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. After seeing the things in her hands clearly, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Barala, is this... cooking for the master?"

Sherlock's thin lips: "I'm not dreaming..."

Sherlock's green eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, Barala's expression is very guilty."

Barala: ....Is she very guilty? ? ?

Barala quickly corrected her expression, and walked over with the bowl in a righteous manner: "John asked me to take care of you. I made something casually. You fill your stomach first."

The steaming bowl was placed in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock lowered his eyes, glanced at the contents of the bowl, and then: "..."

His bloodless lips parted slightly, and he slowly spit out a few words: "Flour soup?"

Ba Lala, who has no rice and can only make up with noodles: "..."

Barala: "It's terrible to be uneducated! This is pimple soup, although it is also made of flour... Oh, don't pay attention to these details."

There are a few slices of tomatoes in this pimple soup, and some crystal oily smell is floating in the hot soup. A few slices of green onion are sprinkled on it, which looks quite appetizing.

Sherlock didn't refuse her kindness, picked up the spoon and carried the bowl and stirred it gently a few times, then scooped up a spoonful of soup and drank it slowly.

After Sherlock took his first sip, he fell silent.

Barala didn't think she was staring nervously at Sherlock's expression at all.

When she was nervous, she couldn't help thinking about it.

The more messy curly hair than usual makes Sherlock more like an ordinary nerd, but his expression is more indifferent, which can pull people into reality in a second, and clearly tell others that he is the one with superior IQ, overlooking 90.00% of the earth. Ordinary waste at [-]:[-], you can tell what sickness(?) you had when you were a child by looking at your shit yesterday The girl of my dreams.

She stammered and said, "Fortunately, sister, I ordered takeaway wittily, haha, you, you, you, you, you, wait a little bit, the takeaway will be here soon."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, ready to take the bowl from Sherlock's hand.

result……

Sherlock's bowl was held steady, he stirred slowly, continued to scoop up the second spoonful, and said lightly, "No need."