I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

“ummmmm ――”

Da Vinci stood on tiptoe and stretched her right hand straight, but unfortunately she has become a loli shape, no matter how hard she tries, it is impossible to let her Her fingertips touched the top book.

"Damn it, if Da Vinci-chan was in his original body, he would be able to take you down in minutes!" Da Vinci blushed. Get out the robotic arm to grab the book, but it's dangerous to use high technology without knowing exactly how advanced the Lostbelt civilization is.

In short, she is now a cute loli with a soft voice and a soft body that is easy to push down. She will cry for a long time with a punch, and if she can't get the book, she will cry for a long time.

Is there no good-hearted people here to help!

I really cry!

Da Vinci darkly sighed.

Ah~ If only Roman was here, that guy would smirk and help her take down the book, because that guy is such a good guy.

"Is this the book you need?"

A hand brushed past Da Vinci's little hand, grabbed the side of the book, pulled it out and placed it on the side. Da Vinci's hands.

"Thank you," Da Vinci was stunned, her eyes slowly widened and she looked at the man standing beside her in disbelief.

"Well, this book is too esoteric for a child of your age, but it's amazing," the man smiled and put his hand on Da Vinci's head and rubbed it gently. After rubbing, "What's your name? I don't seem to have seen you here."

Da Vinci didn't answer the man's question but just stared at the man's face, tears streaming down her delicate face. Cheeks slide down.

"Ah! I'm not a bad person! Oh Ahhh! Don't cry!" The man changed his previous image and squatted down with some lost one's head out of fear, and clumsily took it out from his pocket Candy, "Give you candy, please don't cry!"

"No, I'm fine," Da Vinci was stunned and quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears, but the body seemed to be out of control, and the tears unstoppable.

"Ah! You're actually fishing here! You promised to go shopping with us! Huh? You actually made a child cry!" A young girl appeared behind the man and grabbed him roughly. man's ears.

"No, no! I came here when I saw that this child needed help!" The man waved his hand vigorously.

"Really?" The girl curled one's lip, "Yes, I forgive you that you don't have the guts."

The man lowered his head, although he was seriously looked down upon, but he didn't. legal objection.

"Have you been separated from your family, kid?" The girl raised her hand and touched Da Vinci's head.

It's an amazing feeling.

"No, I'll be back soon, you guys go shopping," Da Vinci shook the head with a book.

"Well, fine, if you get lost, you must find the nearest person." After hesitating for a while, the girl nodded, turned and grabbed the man's back collar, "Then let's go and say yes. If you want to accompany us on a stroll for a whole day, you are not allowed to close your eyes until the early morning."

"G! That's what your day means!" The man shouted incredulously.

"Do you want to go back on it?" The girl raised her eyes, "It's obvious that she has broken her appointment so many times."

"No, that's the one," the man shrank his neck, his voice getting louder. The younger, "Today is my holiday."

"Huh?"

"Sorry! I didn't say anything!"

"What? ," Da Vinci stared at the farther and farther back of the man and the girl, "No matter where you are, you will not change."

Da Vinci lowered his head silently and hugged the book tightly in his arms .

"Idiot."

Twelfth chapter this time, who is checkmate?

I know this is wrong and unforgivable, but I really can't stand this ending, so I'm going to continue. ――? ? ?

"221 Baker Street."

Holmes crumpled the business card into a ball and stuffed it back into his pocket, his mouth twitching as he looked at the familiar house number in front of him.

It's not Baker Street at all, but when you get here, it suddenly becomes 221 Baker Street. It's almost like 221 is forcibly stuffed into another street.

And it's number 221 where he lives.

He's starting to wonder if Moriarty is really starting to get sick.

I think too much.

Holmes sighed pushed open the door and walked up the stairs quite naturally.

"Welcome, please sit down."

Sitting on the sofa Moriarty smiled and pointed to the sofa opposite him.

Holmes, who kept pushing the door, fell silent.

I have to say that this scene is very familiar.

Every time he was about to shoot with a pistol in his spare time, he saw the client coming to the door like this.

As a detective, it is a basic skill to observe the environment all the time, even in his home, 221 Baker Street, his home, but there is no evidence of Sherlock Holmes' life here, But there is no deviation from the No. 221 in his memory.

It's an unpleasant common sense.

Holmes frowned sat in the same chair he used to greet his clients.

"So what troubles you?" Moriarty held a pipe and put a picture frame on the small table on the side. In order to allow Holmes to see the person in the picture, Moriarty specially used his finger Turn the photo frame.

Holmes' eyes fiercely jumped.

The photo above is The Watsons. According to his memory, this should be a photo of him and The Watsons. Although he was reluctant at the time, he still looked at it every day in front of the typewriter, but this photo It's Moriarty, and-

Watson, why are you laughing so hard! The corners of the mouth rose more than three degrees in my photo!

You said that you hated Moriarty the most!

Oh, yes, Watson said he hated him too.

"Moriarty, I remember you said that you wouldn't sit on such a boring thing," Holmes resisted the urge to draw a gun and looked at Moriarty with a smile, "Stay with me. House, sitting on my couch, smoking my pipe, and taking pictures with my assistant, do you want to fight."

"Sherlock Holmes, your biggest weakness is The Watsons, of course. It's also your strongest place, using them can always make you easy to hook," Moriarty held the pipe that couldn't be used at all, and a cold glow flashed in his eyes, "but every time it will fail because of them."

"So, this is your conspiracy?" Holmes cocked his legs. "Replace me? This really surprises me."

"It's not!" Moriarty sighed, limply slumped. On the sofa, at first glance, I thought it was a decadent middle-aged man, "In this world I hate Sherlock Holmes the most, being you? I'm afraid I'll die from allergies."

"Then I think you can die," Holmes glanced around. "From the traces in this room, you should have been living for a while, and with Nightingale, at which point I had to Admit it, I'm very envious, speaking of which she? Every time I meet a client, Watson will be present as much as possible."

Prevent him from choking on the client.