[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

Barala has been very busy these two days in the UK.

The reason is that she wants to help this meddling, fuzzy, middle school thief with his funeral.

Yes, it is after the event.

Take the secret base behind the master as a threat.

This picky corpse chooses the way he wants to be buried.

The mouth of the corpse said its owner wanted his ashes to be placed on the cross in front of the church so that every churchgoer could mourn him.

The belly of the corpse said its owner wanted the urn to be placed on the great torch held in the right hand of the Statue of Liberty.

The middle finger of the dead body said its owner wanted to sprinkle the ashes in the underground water pipes so that everyone could be infected with his evil virus.

Hey, this last method is not a secondary school but a pervert, okay?

In the end, Balala, who became more and more speechless, only gave them two normal and decent burial methods, earth burial or sea burial.

It is not impossible if you want to choose to be Sherlock's experimental subject.

The organs that were frightened by Sherlock's whip finally chose sea burial.

So Barala, who spent a lot of money renting a helicopter to scatter the ashes into the sea, comforted herself distressedly, at least everything in the secret base of Jiangyang Bandit belonged to her, right?

After completing this task, she got the address of the secret base that she had been told by the severed finger of the second grader, and Barala, who had not found the card for Coulson, planned to stay in England for a few days before going back.

Because, getting rid of the threat of the female killer, Barala said goodbye to Barton, who had become friends through cookies.

After all, with only a few days of vacation left, he still has to go to stay with his family for a few more days. It's not good for Barala, who is doing nosy things, to drag people around to find homeless people.

That day, she was walking on the street, carrying the chocolate donuts she bought after queuing for more than half an hour just now, and was going to go to the park mentioned by Coulson's shoulder and have a picnic by the way.

The investigation time she agreed with the wealthy businessman was almost up, she should think about who should handle the card business.

She was distracted when her phone rang suddenly.

The caller ID was an unknown number from London.Barala didn't think about anything else, hugged the donut tightly, and connected the phone: "Hi, this is Barala's crime consultation hotline, please press 1 for murder inquiries, press 2 for theft inquiries, and press 3 for other cases , if you want to chat, please hang up directly."

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment after hearing such a strange opening sentence, and then quickly adjusted his mentality and said, "Miss Barala, I have a case..."

Barala interrupted him and repeated: "Please select the type of case."

On the other end of the phone: ...

Later, they silently chose 3.

Barala continued to ask considerately: "What case do you want me to investigate?"

The other end continued: "I think we can have a chat in person. As for the price, everything is negotiable."

Ba Lala liked the tone of such a local tyrant, and immediately replied enthusiastically: "Of course."

Just as he was about to inquire about the specific meeting time and place, a Jaguar car slowly stopped in front of Barala, and a driver in a black suit who looked like a bodyguard got down from above, and opened the rear door very seriously.

Barala: "..."

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything malicious, it's just for safety reasons." The other end of the phone seemed to notice Barala's slight dissatisfaction, and comforted this person who felt that she might give up at any time with her authentic British pronunciation. private detective.

The rich man's world just loves to play mystery.

Balara didn't notice the malice of the driver and the organs on the other end of the phone, so she hesitated for a moment, walked over and got into the car.

Barala, who was sitting in the car, was bored listening to the driver's organs talking about the recent turbulent stock market, and then saw them turning into a very cold and damp underground parking lot.

Getting out of the car, Barala, who was still holding the donut, noticed that the empty parking lot had been cleaned up, and the man standing in the center with a black umbrella looked particularly abrupt.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman who was playing with her mobile phone.

Seeing this standard configuration, Barala paused and continued walking.

The head of the umbrella man: "This is the woman my master's brother personally bought shoes for?"

The eyes of the umbrella man: "It looks weaker than the little guy who came before."

Umbrella Man's mouth: "Your mouth is better than mine, one hits two."

Barala: ...

Her heart is so tired, the thoughts of these organs can be directly reflected by Mycroft, the brother of Sherlock Holmes, who thinks the same way.

If you get to know Watson in the future, you must convey it to him, anyway, she doesn't want to be alone╭(╯^╰)╮

"Miss Barala, hello, it seems that you are not surprised by this way of picking up people." Mycroft's IQ is only above Sherlock, or evenly matched, and these small actions of Barala, In the eyes of this smooth government official who specializes in observing words and deeds, it seems too childish.

After knowing who this person was, Barala decided to give up resistance and say what she had.

"Some rich people I have met also like to play this kind of mysterious trick." Barala saw a chair in front of him, and knew that it was specially arranged for her to sit on, so as to cause her a condescending attitude. An illusion of interrogation exerts pressure here.So sat down obediently.

"Tell me, the case you want to hand over to me, but first, I have the right to refuse. You have to know, as an American detective, I also know a lot of people in the government." Two days ago, Hawkeye and Mixed together, it is estimated that there is a record in McCoff's file, so that the fake tiger will not be discovered.

With confidence, Barala let Brother Sherlock examine it openly.McCoff was obviously interested in her calm attitude, then took out his notebook, and told about several cases that Barala became famous in the United States, and finally raised his head, "You are afraid of trouble, and you love money , I believe you will like the work I entrusted to you."

Barala raised her eyebrows, and asked kindly, "What job?"

"Information, information about Sherlock Holmes. If the two of you cooperate again, I hope you can provide me with some information about his daily status."

Barala: ...

"And me." Mycroft didn't do it out of malice, he just raised his chin habitually, and said in an unhurried voice, "I will pay you an objective reward for the information you provide every time you cooperate, no risk involved , work that only needs to move your fingers, how about it?"

Unexpectedly, this kind of pie would fall on her head, and Barala replied almost without hesitation: "Okay."

Having experienced John Watson resolutely saying "no" even if he was poor, McCoff was obviously surprised for a second by such a clean answer.

According to his understanding, although Barala loves money, the wealth obtained through the cases she has handled can definitely meet her daily expenses and even live quite comfortably.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, but his tone remained unchanged: "Don't you ask me who I am?"

Will information that is dangerous to Sherlock be sold to strangers at will?

As a qualified brother-in-law, Mycroft is vigilant against anyone who is unfavorable to his brother, even if what he did just now was completely fishing for law enforcement.

Mycroft's fat belly: "I feel that the master is very angry. He must think that his brother has misjudged this time."

Mycroft's head with a worrying hairline: "So why does the master's idiot brother buy shoes for this kind of person himself?"

Mycroft pursed his lips tightly: "Greedy, cowardly, unprincipled, and unrighteous, this woman is nothing but looks."

After being evaluated by this group of poisonous tongue organs, Ba Lala felt very happy for no reason.

She must have an M physique in her heart...Huh?

"You don't need to know, because Sherlock won't put himself in a disadvantageous situation unless...he is voluntary." When Barala said this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, her eyes were smiling, and her expression was surprisingly confident. It's not that I know much about Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but that every burning brain cell in him is showing his intelligence without exception.

Smart people tend to die quickly, but Barala believes that people who die quickly are often not smart enough.

Really smart people will have calculated N ways to ensure their own safety before things happen.

Barala stood up, took out her business card from her pocket and handed it to the expressionless Mycroft.

"As for my deal with you, it is absolutely impossible for him to not be discovered based on his IQ, so I can definitely earn an easy sum of money to subsidize my family."

Mycroft took her special rose-gold business card, drooping his eyes,

There were two intertwined bronzing roses printed on the business card, and her name was written on it flying and dancing.

private eye, balala

"Oh, by the way, do you like chocolate-flavored donuts?" Before leaving, Barala suddenly remembered the government official's taste and casually mentioned it.

Mycroft's fat belly: "Like like like like."

Mycroft: "No, I'm on a diet."

Tsundere's expression was exactly the same as Sherlock's.

Barala: ...

"That's such a pity. I waited in line for more than half an hour to buy the popular donuts." Barala took one out of the paper bag, and the fragrant smell instantly permeated the nostrils of the two of them. between.

After taking a bite, the sense of happiness was overwhelming, and the upright Barala was directly expressed on her face, with all the expressions piled together.

"Then I'll go first, my client."

Without saying a word, Mycroft stared coldly at her getting into the car, and then watched her walk away eating donuts.The secretary who had been playing with her mobile phone stopped and walked to him.

"Boss, shall we go back now?"

Hearing her inquiry, Mycroft gradually let go of the umbrella handle he was holding tightly, and pursed his lips.

"Go back...and buy some donuts for dessert."

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The death and arrogance of the Sherlock Holmes family↑

Mycroft: I hate guys who say give me a donut and don't give me a donut.

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