[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Time and Space BUG Repairman

221B Baker Street, UK

In this well-known apartment house lives Sherlock Holmes, a high-functioning sociopath who calls himself a "consulting detective."And his most loyal and reliable partner, Watson.

The temperature is fine today, and the pigeons are cheering outside the window.

The detective who eats crimes like three meals a day is sitting on his soft sofa, with his hands folded to his lips, and his eyes are empty, listening to the client on the chair opposite...

The client this time was a handsome man with red hair in a suit.

He has a melancholy and dangerous temperament, his deep brown eyes are full of pain and struggle, his muscular muscles are full of strength, his bony hands are naturally placed on his knees, slowly telling his own story, he The voice is very deep and magnetic.

Watson believed that with the client's own conditions, he could easily seduce half of London's pregnant girls without any effort.

What kind of problems would such a person have?

"... I am sad, people's hearts probably have something to trust, I am probably not a complete skeptic, I need my own beliefs, so I built a temple in my heart, to welcome my god, my master I worshiped him, and sincerely used my whole mind to figure out everything about him. I still remember that I was very nervous when talking to him at the beginning, but then I slowly turned around, and I was often emotionally agitated. It turns out that God is really high above. Yes, I didn't even dare to have the idea of ​​blasphemy, but in the end I made progress, and I would boldly suppress him in my dream... Bah, such a shameless person who can only faintly appear in the corner without seeing the light, I actually blurted out openly , You have to reflect on yourself!"

Sitting there, this handsome young man who made people feel oppressive, babbled on like this, his words were not expressive but full of a morbid obsession with a certain person.

Watson was a little stunned. He observed the brilliance and obsession on the other person's face, and confirmed to him with doubts: "You mean him? He instead of she?"

"Huh?" The customer whose memory was interrupted looked impatient, and he replied dangerously: "Yes, can't it?"

"No, of course, I have no other meaning." Watson, who was a little embarrassed, explained, and then glanced at Sherlock who had been sitting there without moving. Seeing that he didn't respond, he asked tentatively: "Sherlock ? Are you listening?"

The detective who was named didn't even move his eyes, and replied blankly: "blah blah blah, I fucked him like crazy. Blah blah blah, but he disappeared...boring. "Then his eyes swept over the customer's face, and after looking at it for a while, he said without interest: "You don't want me to help you find someone, do you? If so, then we don't need to waste each other's time, I I can tell you that the person you spoke of will never come back."

Hearing this, the man froze, his face pale and ugly.

Watson expressed that he couldn't bear to look directly at the detective-finding plot that was performed several times a day.

He covered his eyebrows with his hands, and secretly signaled to the detective: "Be patient, Sherlock, after all, you only have an appointment for this customer today!"

The detective frowned, and spent half a second weighing between the boring soap opera that was about to be shown on TV and the boring love history brought by the customer—then decisively, he decided to listen to it for a few more minutes A history of boring love affairs.

"Okay, you continue, but please be concise." Saying this.

Upon hearing this, Watson smiled at the customer in a friendly manner, expressing that he was still very interested in listening.

Nodding, the customer re-brewed his emotions, and then continued to talk about——

"I was afraid of shallowness and frivolity, so I never said I miss you or the other three words to him. After all, it was a bit unbelievable, and I felt a little ridiculous. My feeling told me that maybe the truth might be like that, a lot The reason for the ups and downs of emotions is unknown. I should belong to Plato, but the distance will make the sense of loss very heavy, and I often hope..."

"Sorry soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" Rolled his eyes to the sky, Sherlock interrupted him again: "This is why Shakespeare never write detective stories, irrational and logical passion is incompatible with wisdom!"

"Sherlock!" Seeing the detective standing up and circling the room irritably, Watson apologized to the customer while disapprovingly said, "It's been less than 10 minutes since he entered the door, at least let him finish his sentence."

At this time, the customer suddenly ended all the confession with a very short and concise statement: "You just guessed right, he left me and will never come back. I am here this time because I am ** again. Fucked someone... well, a girl. But I recently found out that she was behaving erratically."

Watson immediately expressed joy and blessing when he heard the words: "Oh, this is a good thing, congratulations! Er... this time it's a girl?"

The customer nodded with certainty.

Holmes leaned over at once. He bent over with his hands behind his back, and stared at the customer with the eyes of a murderer. His tone was very serious: "Finally, we've got to the point! Is there something wrong with her, huh?"

The close distance between the two made the customer move back uncomfortably, and the feeling of being stared at was very tense. As a result, the customer's tone was a little unstable: "In her room, there will always be a , and even the voices of multiple people, but every time I guard the door, all I see is her going in and out alone."

"Stay at the door? Didn't you break in and see?" Watson asked.

The customer was a little embarrassed, and replied shyly: "No, she still doesn't know my existence."

...Damn it, it turned out to be a perverted voyeur!

Watson's favorability for him suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Interesting..." The detective showed interest: "Is the voice coming from a man or a woman?"

"There are men and women, and the voices may be soft or rough. Every time I hear them, they are different."

"Which floor is the TV on?"

"Are you referring to the sound coming from the TV? I thought so too, but there is no TV or audio equipment in her room."

Watson: "...Didn't you just say that you never entered her house?"

The customer was silent for a moment, then silently turned his head to the other side.

Watson frowned angrily: "Hey!"

"What time do you usually peep? Does she live in a villa or an apartment? What floor? Is there a car around? Where does she usually go? What's your situation, um..." The detective tilted his head slightly, somewhat Puzzled and choose the words carefully: "Fucked her?"

Seemingly confused by a series of rap-like questions, the customer didn't care that his behavior had been exposed, and replied blankly: "I'm peeping, no! The time to watch her is usually from eight o'clock in the evening to seven o'clock in the morning. She lives in a In a ** small villa, which seems to have just been bought at the beginning of this month, she does not drive, and the surrounding is very secluded with no other residents. On weekdays, she just wanders around the villa, and occasionally goes to distant towns to chat with passers-by, or simply I don't go out for a few days. I fell in love with her from the first time I saw her...a city where we can meet, talk, and do trivial things together. I look at you, but you can't see, I am thinking of you, but you are just the kind care of ordinary passers-by. How nice. All my thoughts about her are never publicized, but only hidden in the secret of one person to ferment and warm myself. How is this for me? Happiness. Secretly concealed, so awkward as to die. I always remember certain burning words, many emotions should be my own, and she passed by without touching her..."

Seeing that the customer began to express his feelings again, Watson completely lost even the last trace of goodwill brought about by his outstanding appearance at the beginning, and he was sincerely worried about the poor girl who was obsessed with this kind of beast.

Even if Sherlock doesn't accept this commission, he will still get the girl's address from the customer, reminding her that there is such a... dishonorable suitor around her.

"Very good!" Sherlock jumped directly from the customer's chair onto the table, obviously very bloody.

His brain directly ignored and filtered out all the meaningless boyish feelings of customers, and focused all his attention on the keywords [girl living alone, single, buying a deserted villa, new move in, boring daily life, and a lot of people].

His X-ray-like gaze swept across the customer's body again——

[Perennial celibacy, noble family, nervousness, failed relationship experience, sickness, cologne, higher than average IQ, a full set of newly purchased clothes, brand new shoes, the codes on the soles have not been torn off in the future, proficient in fighting skills, killing Extraordinary]

After the data entry was completed, Sherlock slowly put his hands behind his back.

"Your entrustment is to let me find out why there are different voices in that girl's house."

The customer nods.

"Why don't you just ask her directly?"

Even Watson felt a little... stupid about the detective's question.

"You know, he's a...uh."

"I know, voyeur." Sherlock pointed it out indifferently, and glanced at the customer who was extremely embarrassed, and then said inexplicably: "I thought you already knew, that girl has already found out that you have been following her fact."

This conclusion was like a bomb, which stunned customers directly.

"what?"

Watson looked at the detective speechlessly: "Okay, can you explain?"

The smooth analysis is like a racing car on the F1 track: "You haven't touched anything in the house since you entered the door. Watson handed you a cup and you didn't take it. It is related to your light footsteps and Judging from the muscles you have exercised for a long time, and the small movements of pulling the chair to the position where you can observe Watson and me at the same time, you are a person who is very vigilant and cares about yourself to the point of nervousness. Such a person , but kept claiming to position oneself in the disgraceful identity of a voyeur, for what? I guess, you deliberately asked us to find trouble with that girl. Oh ~ let's talk about her again! A single girl chooses Living alone in a villa in a remote area is itself a matter of doubt and attention. She either has broad knowledge or strong military force. She doesn't have a car, but she doesn't worry about the inconvenience of travel, because she doesn't need to buy it herself Necessities of life, someone will help her. You may have watched her in the dark for a long time, but I reckon it will never be more than four hours, because the weather in London is not hot but warm enough for you I hate sweat to such an extent that I would rather stay in an air-conditioned room than go out for half a step. As for the reason why she will find out that you exist, it is even simpler——Watson, don’t you smell it? The strong smell of cologne on his body.”

Watson stretched his neck and sniffed, and after Sherlock reminded him, he smelled the faint breath of the customer: "It's a little bit, as for the strong..."

"The kiss of flames is worth a lot." Looking up, Sherlock jumped straight to the conclusion: "Women's sense of smell is better than men's... at least much more sensitive than the man next to me, so I don't think your hiding skills can I managed to hide it from a girl who was equally vigilant and dared to live alone."

Watson: "..." Well, he's used to it.

The red-haired man smiled softly, with a very happy expression on his face.

Watson looked at him vigilantly, secretly wary of what unexpected things he would do next.

But unexpectedly, after the man laughed heartily, he looked at Sherlock admiringly, and then stood up.

His figure is quite burly, even taller than the detective. Sherlock raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked, "Since I entered the door, I have seen through more than half of the lies in your words, even the stupid one you reported Your names are all fake, right?"

"Holmes really lives up to his reputation and is very interesting." The man said proudly, and then said his name: "You can call me Flame. As for my commission, you can decide whether you want to accept it or not."

Sherlock looked at him with questioning eyes: "The reason why you have spent so much time is to ask me to find her and search her room? Why don't you just tell me that if I go there, in that villa, I will What can you find?"

The man just smiled inscrutablely, full of viciousness and weirdness in his smile.

"Something you will never forget for the rest of your life."

……

After the red-haired man left, Watson watched the detective jump up and down excitedly, speechless.

Every time he behaves like this, it always means that someone is about to be unlucky.

"I think this person is quite dangerous. Do you really want to accept his inexplicable commission?"

"No, Watson!" Sherlock jumped in front of Watson, clasped his hands in front of his chest as if worshiping, and said in a firm and confident voice, "Half of what he said is a lie!"

"Oh, so we..."

Worried about being interrupted in the middle of speaking: "This also means that half of it is true!"

"……All right."

"I have a hunch that this case will be an unprecedented experience!"

Watson looked helplessly at his friend who had made up his mind to visit. As if he had a tacit understanding all along, he went back to his room to pack his luggage silently, preparing to cross half of the UK to that deserted villa.

Located on the Onick Islands at the northernmost tip of the Scottish Island, there is an ancient three-storey villa surrounded by shallow mountain clearings, wild flowers blooming everywhere, and a lush scene.

The quiet room was decorated very simply. Lin Sheng was sitting at the dining table, recalling the new task he had received——

[The horror value of this world has been tested and is higher than the expected average level. The manager needs to solve it as soon as possible.Time: within one year]

The solution is to find a few movies that have been integrated and then eliminate its existence.

It seems that the last administrator did too radically, adding overly horrifying movies into this world.

Since he didn't have relevant information at hand, Lin Sheng didn't want to search around the world like a headless chicken, so he kept traveling around the world and repairing the passages of other worlds, while letting his subordinates wander around, searching for places with high concentration of abnormalities and then report to her.

In the past half a year, she has traveled to many countries, and the place where she temporarily lives now is here.

In the ears, there was endless laughter. Lin Sheng silently watched the elves, dwarves, and storm giants playing together happily and harmoniously. She couldn't help but feel that her efforts were very rewarding.

Thor, who used to be Thor, is now an ordinary human, Thor, throwing off his arms and eating and drinking heartlessly.

When Lin Sheng picked him up in a small town in the United States, His Highness Thor, who had been thrown to the earth by Odin for nearly ten years, was working in a fast food restaurant.

Lin Sheng spent a lot of money to compensate the shop owner, and only then did he redeem His Royal Highness who had broken the dishes for half a year.

Since then, he has brought him with him and acted as a bodyguard, and often dispatched missions to other worlds to exercise his diplomatic skills in advance.

Looking at the non-human beings in the room, Lin Sheng felt quite comforted in his heart.

The slender and pointed ears of the elf prince Legolas who came to Earth for a spring outing suddenly moved, and then he restrained his playful thoughts and reminded vigilantly: "Someone has invaded our house!"

The dwarf with a height of about 1.3 meters, and the storm giant with a height of nearly [-] meters were excited at the same time. The storm giant carried the dwarf with short legs on his shoulders, and prepared to go from Lin Sheng's pre-arranged - the otherworldly passage on the back mountain. to leave.

"What's here?" Lin Sheng quickly asked Legolas.

After listening carefully, he replied: "There are two male humans, one is at the main entrance and the other is in the garden behind."

Lin Sheng nodded his thanks, and then stopped the ice giant: "It's too late, you will be found when you go out." He pointed to the upstairs: "You all go to the third floor to hide for a while, Legolas, remember Make sure they don't make a sound."

The elf, who knew the serious consequences of being seen by humans, solemnly agreed, and then led the giant to run upstairs.

The giant of Zhangsan was puzzled. Although he didn't understand much, he still carried the dwarf honestly and ran away with the elf.

On the stairs, the restless voice became smaller and smaller as the three of them left——

"Oops! The roof hit my head! Put me down, you idiot!"

"Oh~ I'm lucky, you can experience this once in your life, dwarf!"

"Shut up both of you..."

"Don't I have to hide?" Saul asked her leisurely, swallowing the last bite of food in his hand.

Lin Sheng glanced at him: "No, you are more human than me now."

Saul smiled proudly and brightly - and took another slice of pizza.

Lin Sheng walked to the gate expressionlessly.

She looked out through the cat's eye—outside the door, a blond man with a serious face and a slightly embarrassed expression stood there.

After knocking on the door, he hid his hands behind his back, as if he was embarrassed but had to knock on the door.

His standing posture is straight, his chin is slightly retracted, and his eyes are looking straight, which is a habitual military posture.

How did the soldiers come here?Another of his companions turned to the back garden and asked him to knock on the door, apparently to distract the owner of the house.

What do the two of them want to do?

——Countless conjectures flashed in Lin Sheng's mind.

wait.

Lin Sheng held the doorknob with his hand, counted a few numbers silently, and when the time was almost up, he opened the door.

It's like she just came out of the back room.

The girl smiled friendlyly at the visitor, "Welcome, who are you looking for?"

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