"Milk, thank you."

Watson chose a bucket of milk in a convenience store, took out his wallet and paid.

I was lucky today and no one came to rob me.

Dr. Watson was in a happy mood and touched the unhelpful gun in his pocket, and he rarely felt the quality of life.

Yes, that's right, Watson was already very satisfied when he went out to buy things without being robbed.

Maybe the lower limit of people is pulled down like this.

He had successfully applied for an intern at Gotham City Hospital - after all, Watson was a medical student who graduated from the University of London, so the detective also obtained him a London University graduation certificate that suited the times. With this thing, Watson could still find a job.

The last time Watson was successfully robbed, he lost his first month's salary - he planned to use the money to treat his partner to a meal, but the detective went out for a few days after he realized it.

When he comes back, the probability of the doctor being robbed has dropped significantly, and of course it cannot be reduced to zero.

Please, this is Gotham.

Even Hulk on the set next door would be robbed when walking on the road.

"Sherlock..."

I just went out to buy some milk, but when I came back, I found that my partner was lying on the door Dr. Watson expressed great doubts.

"Warson?" Shi Lu put away the knife in his hand and looked up, "You are back!"

"What are you doing?" Watson squatted down and asked in a low voice, "Does anyone want to pick the lock into our house?"

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, we have found out that we live here." The detective patted the gray on his clothes and got up, "It was me who was picking the lock, and I forgot to bring the key."

"..." Watson stood up and took out his key and opened the door.

The detective immediately followed the door and stepped on the crumpled newspapers and Gotham maps on the ground.

"Watson, why is it so messy here?"

"I also want to know who was drinking coffee all the time yesterday, walking around the living room, and finally leaving such a piece of garbage to sleep."

It's me, that's all right.

Not being hit by Watson's criticism, Shi Lu calmly walked past the waste paper in the living room, and then successfully collapsed on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Watson." said the humanoid self-propelled case excavator listlessly, "I'll clean up here."

"I'll clean it up." Watson kept the garbage and just wanted to remind the detective to pay attention to his health, and had no intention of letting him clean it up. "What have you gone out to do?"

"A case. A mother's child is missing."

“Trader?”

"Absolutely, they use their children to do something shameful."

"So, what did you do?" Watson walked into the kitchen, poured the milk into the kettle to heat it, and then returned to sit opposite the detective.

"I notified a policeman after I found that den."

"Police? Didn't you say that the police here are more useless than the detectives in Scotland Yard?"

"There are always one or two who are honest, my friend." Shi Lu said, "It was someone I met by chance. I asked him to leave his phone number."

"Then I also informed him of the case you solved a few days ago?"

"Yes."

The kettle sent a dip notification sound, Watson got up and took two cups, "I don't understand very much, Sherlock, what do you want to do here?"

“Consulting the detective.”

"A consultation detective who works with the police department?"

Milk was sent to the detective.

"The Emm era is different, Watson, and this city is so special, I think I should change my behavior pattern."

"Warson, the name of that policeman is James Gordon. I have investigated it. He is a very good person. If he can handle these cases based on the clues I provide, he should be able to become the police chief of Gotham soon."

"And you go and be a consulting detective in the police station?"

"Why not? I need work, I need difficult problems, I need analysis!"

"That's not bad." Watson remembered the patient who went to the hospital yesterday. He felt funny and sad. He was already lying on the operating table and even took out a gun from his pocket and asked the doctor for money.

crazy.

This is Watson's only impression of the city.

But if it were Holmes, he would have done something unusual.

With his participation, Gotham may experience in incredible changes starting from the police station.

"Warson, how are you doing in the hospital?"

The sudden sound of the detective interrupted the doctor's thinking.

"It's quite smooth." Watson said carefully, "The treatment method has improved a lot. There are not many basic things. I can't fully understand it, but... it's fine."

"When you return to London, you will definitely become the best doctor in the whole UK."

"That's too exaggerated."

"No exaggeration, Watson, you are a very good person."

Watson coughed twice, picked up the cup to hide his happy expression after being praised.

After all, the person who praises him is Sherlock Holmes, and he has always harshly evaluated others, which is very rare.

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"Young Master, it's time to get up."

Alfred lifted the large bat quilt, allowing the sun to spread on Gotham Baby's face.

"...Affer, bats don't go out during the day." Bruce closed his eyes, trying to find his own quilt and cover it again on his face.

"You have a party to attend this afternoon."

"The party? Who held it..."

The Butler Xia was about to answer his young master, but suddenly noticed something was wrong in the volume - Bruce's voice became smaller and smaller. When he turned around, he saw Bruce falling asleep again.

"It's the master's old friend." Alfred threw the ice cubes that had been prepared long ago into Bruce's collar, and looked at him with satisfaction and sat up immediately.

"Hiss...what is this? Ice?"

"It's obvious, Master."

"...I got it, I'll get up right away."

"By the way, Mr. Holmes may have news." Alfred stood by the window with the curtain straps tied, "James Gordon of the Police Department seems to have solved many cases recently."

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"I remember you are very optimistic about Police Gordon, and it should be normal for Mr. Sherlock Holmes to find him a good person."

"Where is Dr. Watson?"

"I don't know," said Alfred. "Although we know what Dr. Watson looks, our technology has not yet been developed to face recognition."

"No?"

"Wayne Enterprises have, but Gotham doesn't."

The life cycle of Gotham's monitor seems to be three days.

Even if Wayne's technology has been developed to the point where it can build high-altitude trains and batmobilees, Gotham is not ready yet.

There are only complete technologies, but the basic monitoring equipment cannot be fully installed.

"I understand, just have clues." Bruce tied his tie in front of the mirror, "Isn't it great that Gordon can become the director as soon as possible?"

"Improve it, Master." Alfred took out a black handmade suit for Bruce from the closet. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes will meet you sooner or later, and I think you will need his help sooner or later."

“…”

Bruce remembered the detective who took him on a horse when he was a child, and the playboy he had to disguise now.

He didn't want to face Sherlock Holmes.

"What are you worried about?" Alfred could see what he was thinking at a glance. "I believe Mr. Holmes will definitely see the truth."

"Even if you cover it up well, it's only a matter of time."

"I understand, I'll try it."

That's it, but we have to build the people first. As soon as Bruce left the gate of Wayne Manor, he went to find two girls.

Name the type of model with big breasts, thin waists, long hair.

Another thing is that they must have no brains so that they will not easily discover where they may be exposed, and it is easier to create a playboy character.

After picking two girls, Bruce found another luxury car before leaving for the hotel.

"Do you want me to help you park?"
To be continued...