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

There are eight chairs at the dining table, and it doesn't look crowded for four people now.

Lin Sheng checked Watson's hand quietly, and asked Saul to bring some testing equipment from time to time.

Microscope, petri dish, alcohol cotton ball, gauze, disinfectant, scalpel blade...

"I thought that your treatment method would be more... miraculous."

Sherlock, who had put in high expectations, looked at Lin Sheng, who was preparing for the operation in an orderly manner, with a very inquiring tone.

The girl dipped the cotton ball into iodine with tweezers, and replied: "It's amazing that the red-haired client was able to plant bugs in front of the big detective. As for the treatment method, it is very simple, take out the cocoon That's it."

During the preparation time just now, the angry Watson had already told Lin Sheng the information of the malicious client.

"Ha." The poor patient who was waiting for the upcoming operation gave a dry laugh: "Does the skin have to be cut? Is there any other way?" God knows, the last time he was seriously injured and entered the hospital was on the battlefield.

"You want to use another method? Then you have to wait until it hatches."

Hearing this answer, Watson tensed his arm muscles decisively, and firmly placed it flat on the table.

"Speaking of..." Maybe because he was a little nervous, Watson chattered a little: "Shouldn't I spread a disposable treatment towel? Why is there a chopping board under my right arm? Wait... there is a vegetable leaf on it?"

This really made him doubt Lin Sheng's medical level.

Her calm, indifferent demeanor to life and death (other people's) ailments does seem like a skilled surgeon.But Watson will not forget-usually killers, psychopaths, criminals, etc. also have such basic qualities.

"Don't worry." The girl wiped his arm carefully with a cotton ball, her brows and eyes were indifferent: "What you should pay attention to now is not the chopping board, but something missing here."

"Oh? What is it?" he asked.

Lin Sheng didn't answer, but turned to Sol who was drinking beer leisurely: "What do you think?"

"Huh?" With a big mouthful in his mouth, he uttered an unknown syllable, swallowed it, and hiccupped. His Highness Lei Shen was completely out of the situation, feeling very comfortable: "What do you need? A kitchen knife? A dagger? A screwdriver? I'll go take."

"..." As a result, Watson, who was speechless, saw the girl in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed into a tangled expression similar to "Mother suddenly found out that her son's perfect test paper was actually corrected with 0 points".

"It's an anesthetic." Sherlock announced the correct answer in a flat tone.

It was only then that Watson noticed that among the piles of bottles and jars on the table, this was the only thing missing.

He opened his mouth, was stunned for two seconds, and muttered to himself: "Indeed, how can ordinary people prepare such things..." Then he asked Lin Sheng with a glimmer of hope: "But you are not in the ordinary category. Even if there is no anesthetic, there will be other alternatives, right?"

"Will hypnosis work?" Saul asked.

As soon as the words fell, he found that the three people present were all looking at him, so he spread his hands in confusion: "What's wrong? I read in the newspaper that a hypnotist hypnotized himself before the operation, and he even chatted with the doctor during the whole process. "

Lin Sheng nodded, and asked Watson expressionlessly, "Can you?"

Watson's face sank like water, and he turned to look at Sherlock: "Do you have "Hypnosis Crash Method" in your memory palace?"

Sherlock closed his eyes, searched in his mind for three seconds, and opened them regretfully: "I haven't heard of it."

……All right.

You guys are just playing with me, right? !

Watson took a deep breath—compared to being pissed off by these gangs, a small operation without anesthesia is no big deal.

"Come on." He looked straight at his reddish-brown iodine-smeared area calmly, then smiled at the girl.

The firm will and military pride in his bones made him unable to show others with his eyes closed and let others be slaughtered.

Lin Sheng held the scalpel in his hand and looked back into his eyes appreciatively: "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Watson, who automatically took this sentence as comfort, was smiling wryly and waiting for the first cut.

The girl's hand was very steady, the blade sank into the skin lightly, and slid down gently, like the gentle touch of a lover's lips, fleeting.

Strands of dark red blood seeped out and slid onto the chopping board.

A "J"-shaped wound was exposed. Lin Sheng put down the blade, picked up the tweezers, and went deep into the skin to take out the coin-sized cocoon, and gently put it in a petri dish.

After pressing down on the skin that was a little wrinkled by the tweezers, and reattaching it (...), Lin Sheng picked up a can of unlabeled spray and sprayed it on the wound.

Then wrap it around with gauze.

Finally tied a lovely bow.

"It's done." The dead fish-eyed girl raised her head to indicate that Watson could play casually again from now on.

Throughout the whole process, Watson stared at his arm motionlessly until now, as if he hadn't recovered, and stood there in a daze.

This is not a reaction to pain.

Even the detectives found it unusual.

"John? What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Only then did the patient come back to his senses with dazed eyes: "Ah... no, I don't know either. It's as if the nerves were blocked, and I didn't feel any pain at all. This is simply amazing!"

Lin Sheng had already stood up, studied the cocoon with a microscope, and replied casually, "I told you it won't hurt."

Watson expelled the toxin and asked with a relaxed smile, "How did you do it? This is a major discovery in the history of medicine?"

"To put it simply, it's the same as frostbite. I instantly cooled the sensory nerves in your arm and blocked the transmission of pain. Within three hours, your right hand will lose feeling."

The little tricks she learned from the frost giants in Jotunheim were far less powerful than the brutality of the natives, but it was more than enough to get herself a cold drink.

Watson didn't think it was a medical discovery. He looked at his companion full of doubts, and asked him for help, "Did you see what she did?"

Sherlock hesitated for half a second, and then calmly said the few words he hated the most: "I don't know."

Too many questions have been entangled in his mind.He hated boredom above all, and unresolved cases next.

And the questions that arise in this commission are simply enough to hold a Wustock concert.

Or a magnificent symphony.

Countless possibilities have been ruled out in the detective's mind, leaving only the most incredible one—a garden beyond the scope of botany, insects beyond the scope of biology, the mysterious roar of giant beasts, other creatures hidden in the villa, A hostess who is so sensible that she has no normal feelings (barely included in the abnormal category)...

There was also the client who had taken great pains to lure the two of them here with ill intentions.

The only conclusion drawn in Sherlock's mind, he hesitated to say it even he doubted himself.

Even, he has made a decision, as long as the answer is not what he thinks, no matter how hard Lin Sheng struggles, he will keep his promise and will not pursue the case anymore.

As long as it's not this answer!

"You and your hidden partners are not human, am I right?"

Peanut was the first to react. He stared dumbfounded at his friendless companion—this kind of sci-fi illogical "joke" would never come from Holmes.

Sol smiled "hehehe~", squeezed the soda can in his hand into a small strip, and stuffed it into the ring.

Lin Sheng raised his head from the microscope and stared at the detective calmly.

There was no hint of a joke on the latter's face, and his face was condensed, not letting go of the girl's expression.

Lin Sheng let out a breath: "I really like you two."

imagination? ——Watson complained inwardly.

"So, I don't want to hurt you, please leave quickly." The girl cast a look at the blond man.

Sol then stood up slowly, his burly 1.9-meter figure instantly set off the 1.7-meter Watson very petite...

Watson glanced at the cans that were easily squeezed into cigarettes, and the pears were big.

One of his hands is completely useless, and Sherlock's force value is obviously lower than the man in front of him.

The blond man smiled and looked at the two kindly, as if he was helpless and tolerant like an adult treating a naughty child.

Damn it!What a bloody imagination!

Unlike the anxious assistant, the detective glanced at Sol, and then stopped on Lin Sheng's face: "All the strange creatures in this room...let's call them human for now, they all follow your instructions—a light-footed creature If it weren't for the handprint on the boulder blocking the road in the courtyard, I would have mistaken him for a thin bamboo pole that would be blown away by the wind."

Lin Sheng listened to his words, and the beautiful and heroic face of the elf prince appeared in his mind, as well as his move of the boulder with ease.Sherlock was absolutely right about him.

"There is also a super giant with a whirlwind on his body. He has a primitive appearance and a low IQ. He doesn't know how to cover his tracks. I found its footprints in the garden - slow, clear, and powerful, just like your living room The same footprints around the corner leading upstairs."

Lin Sheng glanced at the stairs that the three people who hid upstairs passed by. There was indeed a huge footprint covered in mud on it—after this incident, she must force the storm giant to wear shoes.

The girl's little tricks were all seen by the detective, and he was completely sure of his bold guess: "Do you still need me to go on?"

Lin Sheng shook his head slowly.

"You should know that there is a kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of the matter, hoping to get a completely correct answer." Watson tried to get the girl to confess the truth, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat. This speculation was simply too unexpected.

"Oh..." Sherlock gave him an unnatural look, as if unexpectedly he could still remember to speak for himself: "Thank you for your evaluation of me, it's very good."

Unexpectedly, Watson paused, and replied in a surprised tone: "Sorry, I mean myself."

"..." The detective frowned on the wrinkles on his forehead.

"What? Otherwise, why do you think I keep asking questions at the risk of being scolded by you?" Watson recalled a lot of past times that undermined his self-confidence.

The detective decided to put these little things aside for the time being.

He snapped his fingers, happily brought the scattered attention back to the incident itself, and then said to Lin Sheng: "Okay, since I have seen through the secret, it would be foolish to continue to cover it up, don't waste any more time Unless you want me to find more evidence."

The girl remained calm, and was silent for a while in the detective's confident tone, and invited the vigilant God Lei back to his seat.

Saul, who watched the wonderful development all the time, is now full of wine and food, and has a good harvest of both spiritual and material food, so he is not dissatisfied with the fact that Lin Sheng regards himself as a bodyguard thug, and sits back in his original position like a golden retriever dog, shaking phantom tail.

"One day, you will know what I'm hiding today. But, I'm sorry, I can't let you see now."

Lin Sheng's position was very firm, and his tone was non-negotiable.

Sherlock seemed to have expected it long ago, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he was about to say something...

At this time, there was a painful and shrill cry from upstairs.

"Ugh—!"

The deep roar made the wooden villa tremble slightly, and then, the sound of a huge object falling to the ground caused the ground to vibrate, attracting the attention of all four people.

Watson trembled all over, and then immediately looked towards the source of the sound—it was a room on the third floor.

Without moving his head, Sherlock glanced up and concluded, "Something seems to be wrong with your giant companion?"

Lin Sheng's figure had moved to the top of the stairs, and while she was running up, she called to Saul: "Stay here, watch them both!"

Before Watson could turn his head back, he felt his shoulders being clamped.

He tried to break free, but the strength of the opponent was amazing.

The relaxed and free-spirited man on the face of the blond man has completely disappeared. He restrained Watson, and then stared straight at Sherlock with his blue pupils. Move, after all, I don't want to hurt you."

Sherlock didn't answer, but in his right hand behind his back, there was already a small and exquisite pistol at some point.

The development of the matter has already exceeded the imagination of everyone present.

Sol didn't know what happened upstairs, he only knew that the two people in front of him were quite suspicious!

Watson wisely remained motionless.

The situation is on the verge of breaking out.

They are all waiting.

After a while, footsteps came from upstairs.

Lin Sheng walked downstairs without rushing.

She stopped a few steps away from Sherlock, moved her eyes, and looked back at Sol with a questioning face.

Then shook his head slightly.

Watson stared at the girl, keenly aware that her expression seemed to have lost the indifference and calmness just now.

But a dignified, and serious.

Sherlock apparently also noticed this. He examined Lin Sheng, his eyes fixed on the red liquid stained on her shoes——

"Is he dead?" asked directly.

Saul trembled when he heard this.

Watson had a clear feeling—his shoulders were about to be crushed!

"Hey, calm down..." he said.

Then, the pincer-like hands finally moved away.

"You are a detective." The girl said in a declarative tone.

Sherlock nodded.

He raised the corners of his lips, the same declarative sentence, but the difference was that there was a joyful rise in the ending: "And here, there was a murder case."

Saul and Watson wanted to exclaim and question at the same time, but they couldn't understand the current situation at all, swallowed all their puzzles, and made a difficult choice to remain silent.

Seeing the detective's interest, Lin Sheng didn't feel dissatisfied at all.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I'll trouble you. How much does it cost to commission a murder case?"

She is still in the mood to negotiate the price? ——Watson refreshed his understanding of girls again and again.

The detective thought about it seriously, and then replied: "It depends on the difficulty of the case, and..." He said meaningfully: "Whether the clues provided by the client are comprehensive enough."

It's blatant blackmail—Saul stares at him with a frown.

Lin Sheng agreed: "Of course, I'll introduce you to a few—the little guys you've always wanted to meet."

The sound of footsteps from far to near upstairs gradually became clear.

At the same time, the mysterious behemoth in the freezer opened the heavy lid again, as if it was eager to get out.

The girl in front of her smiled, with malicious intentions.

Watson didn't know what his companion was feeling, he could only confirm his own feeling now—as if he was in the center of malice in the universe.

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