[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Sherlock's death cast a huge shadow over the whole of England.

What followed was the clarification of the great detective's framing that was quickly circulated on the Internet, and the testimony of Barala and the superheroes to settle the boss of the Yinyuan Society came from the United States, although according to these witnesses Judging from the superhero's confession, the boss of Yinyuanhui was blown up by Balala's mouth into a ball.But... the United States should not announce such a powerful weapon for the time being.

In the end, the Internet rumors turned into a farce, and the two protagonists of this farce, the dead and the comatose, the news newspapers who once slandered them, and the Internet mobs who threw rotten eggs at them, have nothing to do with the current situation. The result was speechless.The spontaneously organized mourning and reminiscence activities seem to be a fig leaf for their stupidity.Sherlock can no longer be revived even if he tries hard to recover.

This is the picture Moriarty wanted to see.Stupid, ignorant, arrogant human beings will always be swayed by those public opinions, thinking that they have seen the truth, but they don't know that they are being manipulated by others.He enjoys watching those human beings whose brains can only fit a walnut repeatedly be swayed by other people's words.

So after the series of things he directed and acted successfully ended, he made public the truth of the matter, wanting to appreciate those fools who regretted it, well even though he was already in hell.And Moriarty, who successfully drove Sherlock to a dead end by swallowing a bullet, didn't care about the so-called infamy at all. You said that you were scolded by those boring and brainless people, what is there to care about.

Today, Sherlock can't bear the pressure of public opinion and commits suicide by jumping off the building.In order to prove her innocence, Barala assisted in solving the case and finally fell into a coma for several days before waking up.

Moriarty did it, and the two rising detectives in Britain and the United States fell like this. The soy sauce party who had been silent came flooding in to accuse the false reports and the masses who followed suit, and a huge wave was set off in the society Criticism and anti-criticism.

And the stunned person, Ba Lala, who stood at the center of public opinion, is now lying in a luxurious VVIP ward, enduring the sympathetic greetings from visiting friends.

Barala was expressionless: "Yes, Sherlock died, and died in love with Moriarty. My original partner is really miserable."

The little spider who was peeling apples for Bara: "..."

The watery eyes of the little spider: "Balala is so miserable, she is so strong and doesn't cry, it makes me want to cry QAQ"

Stark, who put the flowers in the vase, touched his chin and muttered to himself: "Although your reaction is very balala, why do I always feel that I can't find any sad atmosphere in you? The lines I prepared were stillborn..."

"I'm pretending to be sad. In fact, I'm sadder than all of you... Maybe I can't compare with John, but I will burn some chemicals, experimental equipment and so on for him in the first seven days. He can also have a kind of warmth at home in heaven." Lying on the hospital bed, Barala looked up at the ceiling, and silently stroked her right hand with her left hand, as if she was feeling something.

Stark: "...you really think about him."

He seemed to be a bit unable to see through the waking Barala. He always felt that with the friendship between Barala and Sherlock, she couldn't be so calm, and her calm was a bit scary.Even when he suddenly heard Sherlock's death, he hadn't recovered for a long time.

Stark: "Then you are awake now, do you want to inform John, that guy John hasn't closed his eyes for several days and nights." It seems that the one who died was his boyfriend...

Stark didn't say the last sentence, and always felt a little sorry for his real girlfriend Barala.

Balala replied slowly: "When did I wake up?"

Stark: "...?"

Peter: "...?"

Balala clutched her heart and curled up on the bed in pain: "The doctor is about to issue a critical illness notice, okay?"

Stark: "...?"

Peter: "...?"

Barala saw that the old and the young couple looked unscrupulous, so she let go of her pretentious hand and held her forehead: "I mean, you spread the news that my condition is getting worse and I may belching, Then do me a favor by pretending to be John's... dead boyfriend."

Stark wondered: "What is the purpose of doing this?"

Balala raised her head expressionlessly: "Practice deeds, summon souls."

……

The new generation of famous American detective Barala's condition worsened, and the news that the doctor had issued a critical illness notice quickly spread throughout Europe and the United States in the next few days.

Those ordinary people who are fascinated by her appearance or her IQ spontaneously organize blessing activities, praying that this beautiful angel [vomit] will not return to heaven early.

There was a lot of activity outside, and John, who was originally in London, was holding Sherlock's ashes at this time, and walked into Stark's building as if he was ten years old.

John's beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were wrinkled a lot, and it looked like he hadn't changed them for a long time, and his whole body exuded this lonely, sad and desperate atmosphere.Stark was startled when he saw him and almost didn't recognize him.Seeing John's decadent appearance of losing hope in his entire life, Tony felt that this was the correct way to open up his girlfriend [Huh]

"I want to see Barala for the last time." John said hoarsely, "I want her to see Sherlock's bones..."

When he said this, this guy who was immersed in grief didn't know what to make up, and the circles of his eyes started to turn red again.

Anyway, Stark is also the mastermind of this farce: "..."

He couldn't bear to tell this poor guy that Barala, who was dying of illness, ate a few extra chicken legs last meal...

"She is still in a coma, I think you can look at her outside the window." Stark suggested cautiously.

John took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose, and let out a low "huh" with a stuffy nose.

John is a true friend who values ​​love and righteousness. Even if everyone is mourning the death of Sherlock now, when these people gradually forget about it a hundred years later, the only one who will still remember to send a bouquet of flowers to his grave will be this people.And Barala, who is also John's friend, also enjoys his extremely uncomfortable memories.

"Please be sure to put the ashes beside her." John's red eye circles have not gone down until now.He looked at Barala, who was full of instruments in the ward, and recalled how she was usually lively and gag, and almost cried like a child, "Sherlock will definitely not want to see her like this."

Stark was so embarrassed that he wanted to wake up the guy inside who pretended to be dizzy with his steel suit.

"Well, don't worry, I will definitely ask the nurse to put it in. I think you haven't slept well for a long time, and you will rest here for a night today... People can't be resurrected after death, sorry." plan, but Stark has no pressure to win an Oscar for his performance.

When John heard this, he wanted to cry again.

After Stark helped him leave, the nurse sent the ashes into Barala's ward.Balala, who had been pretending to be dizzy, opened her eyes, sat up, looked at the small box, and slowly frowned.

If only you could understand the ashes speak.

What John used to hold the ashes was the box that Sherlock always liked to decorate with weird things.This time he was pretending to be himself. If he knew, he wondered if he would be in a strange mood.

Although she was sure in her heart that Sherlock would never die, it had been four or five days since she was in a coma and released the news, and she never felt any movement from Sherlock.

Barala stretched out her right hand again, recalling the touch of her hand when she woke up.

It's him.

Barala guessed silently.

If it wasn't for him... She took a deep breath, fell back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

That night.

With instruments all over her body, Barala, who looked quite bluffing, fell asleep again in a daze.

Although she has been awake for the past few days, the memories of Barala are still affecting her emotions from time to time.It seems that because of nicotine and her father's death, the few remaining consciousnesses of the original owner were aroused, tormenting Barala's nerves like revenge.

It's just that Barala, who survived, doesn't care about the torture anymore.Still eat and drink well, even if you don't sleep well, try to sleep on your own.

However, this time the dream began to repeat the intermittent images of Sherlock, which made Barala in the dream have a very bad feeling.

Sherlock was wearing a familiar windbreaker, standing on the roof, slowly raised his head, his voice was always low and sexy: "Farewell, Barala."

Ba Lala was standing on the roof opposite him, pressing on the railing: "You... go."

Sherlock who slowly opened his arms heard the answer: "..."

Barala pressed her hands hard, but her face was expressionless: "If you die, I will remarry. I think John is pretty good."

Sherlock: "...?"

The two of them looked at each other, and slowly lowered their heads, looking at John, who was as big as an ant on the ground and was desperately trying to run over.

Sherlock: "...Forget it, I won't die."

Barala's eyelids twitched: "...Do you want to die because I don't die or because I don't want to harm John."

Sherlock: "...for you."

When she said these words, Barala's heart shrank suddenly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

……

"How long do we have to wait?"

Her hands slowly tightened, and she tightly grasped the palm that was so big that she could hardly grasp it.

In the dark night, in a ward full of cold instruments, a person sat quietly beside the hospital bed. The dim light from the window hit his body, outlining a straight and slender curve. He just stayed beside the patient. , I don't know how long I stayed.

The person on the bed finally woke up. After asking such a question, the person sitting there was silent for a long time before opening his mouth in a low voice.

"Look at it later."

Barala: "..."

Balala sat up silently, staring at Sherlock in the dark... for one second, two seconds, three seconds... Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and threw herself into Sherlock's arms like a Teddy, Bury it hard into his strong and warm chest, rub it, rub it, rub it.

Sherlock also opened his arms and patted her head while she was rubbing against her, as if he was really comforting the puppy...

Ba Lala also felt it, stopped her movements, and raised her head: "Did your IQ degenerate, and you didn't see such a simple trap? If someone deliberately lied to you, you would jump in foolishly?"

Sherlock watched her whine and questioned his IQ, and said lightly: "I've already seen this is a trap."

Sherlock's high nose bridge: "Such a simple game of playing hard to get is an insult to the master's IQ."

Sherlock's blue-green eyes: "Then what can be done, whoever made the accident was Barala."

Sherlock's thin lips: "Even if it's a trap, you have to come, otherwise how can the master be at ease."

Barala: "..."

She couldn't get angry anymore.

Sensitively aware of the change in her expression, Sherlock was silent for a moment, "What did my... organ... say?"

Balala replied calmly: "I didn't say anything, I just said that the arrogant master wanted to see Balala, and he didn't even care about whether it was a trap. Why does the master like Balala so much? If you like it, don't want it. Gotta love her to death."

Sherlock: "..."

Barala looked at him with a smile: "Oh, why do you love me so much? I'm ashamed to say that."

Sherlock: "..."

It was rare that he didn't refute, and actually acquiesced.

Then he just kept looking at her with his deadly deep eyes.The cheeky Barala couldn't hold it anymore.

Barala: "...Speak well if you have something to say, don't discharge it at me if you don't agree with me, this battery can charge Tony's steel suit."

Sherlock: "..."

Sherlock: "I want to ask how long you will hold my hand."

Ba Lala chuckled: "Hold on for a while longer, as long as you can."

Sherlock looked at her, leaned over slowly, forced Barala down on the bed, pressed the mattress, looked down into her eyes, "Then I'll watch for a while longer."

As he spoke, he kissed slowly.

……

While the two of them were rubbing each other's ears, Barala suddenly remembered something.

Barala: "John doesn't seem to know the fact that you're alive."

Sherlock: "I'm not going to let him know yet."

Barala: "He thought I was dying too."

Sherlock: "Then leave with me."

Barala: "What are you going to do?"

Sherlock: "Eliminate Moriarty's organization, and yours."

Barala: "Mine?"

Sherlock: "Yinyuanhui, the only heir, is of course your organization."

Barala: "...I feel like my worth is much higher."

Sherlock: "Leave with me?"

Barala: "Let me think... um..."

Barala pushed him away panting: "Let's go, let's walk together, and then leave a letter to Stark, let him announce to the public that I will die too."

Barala thought for a while: "It's the poor little angel John."

……

A few days later, the hospital officially announced that the famous American female detective Barala died after rescue failed.

A sensation in Europe and America.

At her funeral, almost all the celebrities in the upper class of America who had cooperated with her were dispatched. Everyone mourned this talkative and dedicated young detective, including Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. and members of the Avengers.Although Stark thought it was ridiculous, he still paid for this...inexplicable funeral.

During the period, the one who cried the most was John Watson, who had been with her the longest, and John put Sherlock's ashes next to her with red eyes, and read his eulogy, summarizing her life.

"Miss Barala, live a great life and die a glorious death.

She is as much a respectable detective as Sherlock Holmes.

I am proud to be their friend.

Her special crime-solving skills are still fresh in my memory.

If it is still possible, I hope she can play all kinds of jokes with me as usual.

Continue to fight side by side with me with her thinking that is different from ordinary people.

It's just too late.

We lost her forever.

Lost... lost two of my best friends.

I will always pray for them and hope that the two of them will not be lonely in heaven. "

Speaking of this, John couldn't go on talking anymore, choked up and bowed to leave.

The applause at the funeral lasted for a long time.

……

Barala, who watched her funeral through the video, shook her head unbearably: "Aren't we being too inhumane to John, look at the stinky fart on Stark's face, it's not sad at all, it's not as sad as a little spider play.."

Sherlock lay next to her, put the newspaper down, and glanced at the screen, "John's effect is very good, so that no one suspects that we are fake death."

Barala: "... count yourself as ruthless."

She turned off the tablet, turned over and lay on Sherlock's belly, "Where are we going next?"

Sherlock took out the travel brochure he had found a long time ago from the bedside, "Nepal, I heard that there is a mysterious place there that can connect the world of different dimensions."

"Doctor Strange" hadn't been released when Barala crossed, so I didn't hear anything about pilgrimage, so I thought it was very interesting, so I nodded, "Okay, okay, I heard that Nepal has a lot of delicious food, let's go together .”

-END-

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In fact, it just came to an end.

There will be a wedding drive outside the episode, as I said before.

You can tell me anything you want to see,

I will write the extra episode slowly, and I won’t update it every day~

Write whatever comes to mind, if the fans want to read it, I think it’s good, I’ll write it too

Finally, I sprinkled flowers for the poorest little angel John in the whole text, poor and broken 2333

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To undertake a part of the Marvel Universe chapter, the special effects are too awesome (this is why you must watch IMAX), the plot has nothing to say, it is the same as the Marvel series~ Finally, the Easter egg Hammer sent a candy~

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