[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

"One more."

In the hall, Nicotine looked at the three corpses in strange poses, and spoke to the guy next to him with a smile.

The injury he suffered last time didn't seem to affect his actions, and the smile on his face was still so warm, with a faint glow, as holy as the son of God.Even if a thick layer of gauze is wrapped around his shoulders, it will only make people feel that his body is pitifully thin, but people who are really exposed to nicotine will never underestimate this weird and vicious guy.

It seems that God left him with the kindest appearance but stuffed his inside with all the darkness like a prank.

This is the type of people the Joker is most interested in.

As if looking in a mirror.

It's a pity that the merciful God even stingy with his appearance.

The clown was half lying on the sofa brought by his subordinates, with madness and playfulness in his eyes, he smiled with great interest: "But there is still one more thing, those superheroes who ate shit can't beat one and got injured chick."

From the conversation between the two of them, it seems that in addition to cooperation, there is a special deal.

Nicotine said with a soft smile: "Even if their task cannot be completed, I will personally kill one of them."

The clown snorted, and his hands were covered with dazzling gold rings.Coupled with his weird hair color and flamboyant gay purple, it forms a strong contrasting style, a unique uniqueness that belongs only to him.

"For this ballad, I'm just singing nonsense." His eyes glanced at the playful figure of the clown Harley, revealing a strange smile, "It's you guys who really excite and interest me You only need to kill a few people to get what I have, and what I want more is to see your victory after you succeed."

He was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and excited, "Destroy the earth, haha, destroy the earth, what a wonderful and lovely idea, even thinking about it, I feel hot all over."

"That's because you took the wrong medicine."

The sound of pouring cold water came from afar.

Because the clown was interrupted, the bright red color on his mouth trembled slightly, and then stood up.

But Nicotine greeted her happily: "You are finally here, my dear Barala."

Sherlock's hands seem to be a little stronger in carrying the corpse.

The narrow-minded Baba, who was warmly welcomed by him but never forgot how this man wanted to strangle him to death, sneered, "Yes, I'm here to see you off for the last time."

Judging from the conversation just now, she finally knew where the series of disgusting Bala incidents came from.This crazy clown who likes to cause chaos has a fragment in his hand!He also proposed such a silly mission that Yinyuanhui had no difficulty at all, but in the end he had to complete the transaction in Arkham Asylum. The clown must have done it on purpose!I want to see a joke and I want to be disgusting and disgusting Batman!

Do you know how expensive a superhero is worth!How serious are the consequences of dispatching so many superheroes? After a while, all the fines and compensation money will throw you in the face, and see if you can smile!Balara cursed them viciously in her heart, even if she knew that the general villains were doing tricks, the government would ultimately be responsible for spending the money.

But Nicotine looked a little hurt because of her "viciousness", "You shouldn't be like this, Barala."

However, he recovered immediately, and the broken hair covering his eyes shook slightly, and a gleam of light flashed, "If I die in front of you for the last time, it seems that my wish has been fulfilled."

His lips are very light, not pale, but with a hint of pink, and the corners of his mouth are curled up when he speaks, looking very beautiful.

But Ba Lala shivered, shook the goosebumps on her arms vigorously, and muttered in a low voice: "Fuck, pervert, I've watched too many romantic dramas."

She is not the previous Barala, so naturally she cannot accept Nicotine's morbid love for "her".But Sherlock was different. As a bystander, besides a slight sense of imbalance, he also noticed another thing.

Barala really didn't seem to know this guy.Nicotine, on the other hand, has known Barala for a long time.

Could it be that Barala really lost her memory as she said, with her head pinched against the door?

It sounds, although unbelievable, but it does resemble a "Balala-style" amnesia.

At this moment, Sherlock's brain can't care about complaining about himself.Barala looked around the empty hall, but didn't find the battle between Batman and Little Cheap that Little Spider was talking about.

Even Iron Man and Captain America who ran up earlier were gone.

Nicotine glanced at the corpse she had brought, showed a gratified smile, and walked forward quickly, "You brought it here, and our mission is now complete."

Wait, EXM?us?

Nicotine greeted them, and there was still a long distance away from them, but Sherlock pointed the gun at him with a blank expression.

"It seems that you have obviously forgotten my existence." Of course, Sherlock will not let Nicotine drag Barala into the water with a single word. No one can afford this crime.

And at the same time that Sherlock drew out his pistol, the clown's subordinates and the rest of the Yinyuan Society drew out their guns and pointed at Sherlock with the same movements as if they had practiced countless times.

After this trip, Barala felt that she was going to faint after seeing the gun for a while.

The clown girl Harley, who had been watching the excitement, really entered the scene at this time. From the open space where the corpse was studied, she patted her butt and ran to the clown's side, holding her face with a gossip look: "Wow, this kind of plot is comparable to eighth." It’s much more exciting to watch a dog-blood drama.”

The Joker put his arms around Harley, and seemed to be very interested in the two sides who were now confronting each other.He is holding a fragment in his hand now. Although he didn't know anything about it before, as long as it can cause riots, the value of this fragment doesn't matter.As the benefactor, he seemed not afraid of big things and said with a smile: "The last corpse was completed by these two people, so who should I give my fragments to?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head and nibbled on Harry's earlobe. Under everyone's gaze, he put Harry's earring in his mouth and spit it out on the palm of his hand.

Apparently this was the fragment everyone was looking for.

A broken piece is worth nothing, and it is much more cost-effective to see so many annual dramas.

Barala: "Mistgrass, you learned this ventriloquism from Captain Jack, right?"

Nicotine's eyes flashed when he learned about the body of the fragment, but his smile faded unconsciously because of the clown's backlash.

Without turning his head, he said to the clown: "It seems that the person who cooperates with you can't be successful."

The clown pretended to be surprised and covered his mouth: "Look at what this poor little guy is talking about. Is this the first day you've heard of my name?"

Barala who was pointed at by so many guns: ...

Shouldn't you point guns at each other when you're fighting among yourself? ! ! !

Don't expect yourself to have a huge psychological shadow area!

Now, Batman!Spiderman!iron Man!Mouth cannon man!Where did they go QAQ

Barala didn't know if it was her own destiny, but every time a critical moment came, she had never expected a Superman to appear in time like a Superman girlfriend.

She lighted the wax silently for herself, looked up at Sherlock who was blocking her in front, and raised her face.It seems that the Superman who comes to save him every time... is the only one in front.

"Don't look at it, Batman has been tricked by us, and it is estimated that he will not come back for a while." Nicotine saw that Barala looked up, thinking that she was looking for help, and strangled her thoughts with a gentle tone.

Barala: "...Everyone here is of ordinary flesh, who might die first."

She took the machine gun on her back in her hand, stepped on the body of the corpse, and made a handsome pose.

Nicotine's eyes lit up, as if he had finally found the shadow of Barala, "You..."

He was just about to say,

From far and near on the roof, there was a scream of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——".

In just a few seconds, a familiar figure passed through layers of obstacles in the sky, and fell to the ground with a bang, raising a layer of dust, and the powerful impact made a human-shaped indentation on the ground.Batman, Iron Man, Spiderman appeared one by one from the hole he fell through.

Barala looked at Nicotine sympathetically: "Does your face hurt?"

Nicotine who was slapped in the face: "..."

The Deadpool who got up from the pit: QAQ

He said angrily with an aggrieved face: "The agreed spirit of cooperation!"

Stark, who was hanging in mid-air, was helpless: "Then you can't just beat up your friend just to save your friend."

Deadpool: "It's said that he won't escape from prison! He won't escape from prison! Just beat up the warden who bullied him a little bit! You dead bat, just catch him in! The prison is also run by your family! He is in prison You don’t care about fighting! Don’t you have a lot of time! You have a lot of time to beat up the clown who is sitting comfortably next to you! Bullying me and the dead shooter! It’s amazing!”

The inexplicably lying clown: "..."

After listening to this talk, even someone as strong as Batman couldn't bear it.He was silent for a long time before slowly explaining: "At that time, the warden's nose was bruised and his face was swollen under the fist of the dead shooter. I thought he was going to kill him."

The dead shooter ran over panting at this moment, lying on the railing on the second floor, one of his proud eyes became bruised, he pointed at his nose and shouted, "I kill him? I You still need your fists to kill him!"

Indeed... the title of Deadshot is not for nothing, he doesn't need a fist to kill at all, one bullet is enough.

Stark quickly smoothed things over: "Stop arguing, there are still things waiting for us."

Ba Lala, who watched a farce, said quietly: "It's rare to think of us."

The clown suddenly changed his mind at this time, his eyes exuded a dangerous aura, and suddenly pointed at Batman: "Whoever kills him, the fragment will be given to him."

He was talking about the people of the Yinyuanhui. For the people of the Yinyuanhui, getting a fragment is like getting the affirmation of the Lord Sabidin. A fragment can make them flock to them. The clown obviously caught this group of people psychology.

All the guns pointed at Sherlock and Barala in Yinyuanhui were moved to Batman, and they fired without hesitation. The hall was suddenly full of guns and bullets, and all the heroes started the next battle.

The advantage of being shared eyes is that the pressure drops suddenly.

Balara just breathed a sigh of relief, but at the right time, Nicotine directly knocked out Sherlock's pistol with a hidden weapon like a ghost.

Sherlock, who had practiced martial arts, was not weak in reaction, but Nicotine had no intention of fighting him, standing at a safe distance, and just shot at Barara.

"Come with me."

He said.

"Your father is waiting for you."

……

Barala: What the hell?

Sherlock was also taken aback.

Seeing Barala's bewildered expression, Sherlock can be sure this time that her amnesia is real.

Nicotine looked at the increasingly unfavorable situation around him.Rarely put away his warm smile all the time, looked straight at the person he loved and said, "Whether you are the real Barala or not, there are some things you should not forget, and you must not forget, you must go back to your father, you There are also missions and responsibilities, instead of wasting time with this person like now."

He and Sherlock's eyes met, and Sherlock's indifferent eyes brought Nicotine's smile back.He shook his head, "He is not suitable for you, a person like him will never fall in love with someone."

Just when Nicotine was about to leave, Barala, who had been shocked by the previous content, said, "But he just fell in love with me. Only the person who wears the shoes knows whether the shoes fit. I feel comfortable wearing them." That's fine. Besides, Sherlock doesn't need your evaluation."

Barala took Sherlock's hand, glared at Nicotine, bared her teeth and said, "Why do you say Sherlock! Does Sherlock need your evaluation! He is the smartest person in Great Britain! Smarter than me!"

Sherlock: ......

nicotine:…………

Although Sherlock felt that the last sentence was unnecessary, at this time he felt a more comfortable feeling than in the usual process of solving the case.

Just as the pores of the whole body are immersed in warm water and the pores slowly open, it can't help but make people warm up.

He still looked indifferent, standing there, letting Barala hold his hand.

Nicotine was stunned for a moment, and took a deep look at the two people standing in a dark and humid prison, and then burst into a very natural smile, as if he didn't take what she said just now to heart.

"You will come back," he murmured softly, "you belong to the darkness."

As he spoke, he quickly ran in the direction of the retreating clown, and gradually disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

Sherlock held Barala's hand that was losing enthusiasm.

"We don't belong to the light." He looked down at Barala without caring, "so what he said was nonsense."