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Miss Wayne

Hi everyone, my name is Una Wayne. When I was little, I expected to have a lot of family. This wish came true after many twists and turns. I now have an old father, three older brothers, a housekeeper, and a younger brother who will appear at some point and doesn't seem to be easy to get along with. The family is harmonious as father and son, brothers and sisters respect each other, and they are all city vigilante superheroes. I am very touched. ...If I hadn't killed the clown wearing the shell of the boss of the evil force organization This is a translation of the original book. All credit goes to the author. Thank you The novel is completed.

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Chapter 18

Sherlock must admit that the first second he saw Yuna, he successfully attracted his attention to her.

The little one with black hair and blue eyes stood on the road he was going to pass, dealing with a man with an innocent look on his face. Sherlock took a few glances and saw that the girl was waiting for him on purpose, and this scene was also deliberately shown to him.

She had already figured it out, there was a habitual child abductor nearby. Even criminals are taking advantage of her - and does she look nine years old?

——No, using criminals is just incidental. It was this blind goldfish that provoked her first.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in interest, but showed no intention of stepping forward to rescue him. He just watched openly, as if wondering what other tricks the little girl could pull off.

Seeing that he was so indifferent, the little girl's smile did not change and she continued to say to the seductive man in a simple tone: "My brother is here to pick me up. Goodbye, uncle." After saying that, she turned her head and looked straight

at Towards Sherlock who was not far away.

Sherlock: ...

Good guy, you made a mistake.

She came at him, but she was not vague at all.

And the ability to lock his gaze immediately...

The man was a little surprised and nervously raised his eyes. After seeing Sherlock's tall and thin figure and his extremely sharp eyes like blades, a cold feeling came from him. A feeling arose in his heart, driving him to hurriedly find excuses to leave.

"I have already called the police." Suddenly, the little girl looked in the direction where the trafficker left and said this.

"Run away from home?" Sherlock did not answer her last sentence, put his hands in his pockets, and asked lazily: "What do you want from me?"

If she can bring exciting and interesting events or mysteries, then He was quite patient enough to chat with her.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." The girl blinked and expressed her intention to come. At the same time, she also revealed that she obviously knew him: "I want to learn your deduction method from you." "I don't need you to

teach me deliberately. Give me some guidance, as long as you allow me to follow you and be your assistant when you solve the case."

These words are very skillful. You see, I won't hinder your work, and I don't even need you to teach me anything. Let me I can just figure it out myself - especially when the person who said this is an angel-like blue-eyed cub. 80% of people were moved when they heard it.

She's not uncomfortable at all.

Mr. Holmes laughed. When he smiled, his extraordinarily beautiful eyes would be reflected in other colors, but his eyes remained calm and distant. Then he simply refused: "NO, I don't want to deal with children."

Yuna: ... ...

She was very sure that she saw a subtle hint of ridicule and resistance in the eyes of the great detective. However, she understands the arrogance that belongs to geniuses, and she does not dislike the arrogance of geniuses.

Sherlock walked towards Baker Street.

And there was a little tail following all the way, falling not far or near behind. The little tail didn't hide at all, and Sherlock could easily find her following him.

Sherlock just walked forward with his long legs, seemingly not caring whether the little guy behind him could keep up, but the thoughts in his mind changed more than his expression.

He could tell that this girl, who was less than ten years old by visual inspection, had very strong counter-reconnaissance abilities.

He could hardly see anything from her, and the only information he got was probably what she deliberately wanted to reveal to him.

To be able to develop such anti-reconnaissance abilities, he did not believe that she was just an ordinary child from an ordinary family who ran away from home just because she admired the name of the consulting detective and came to learn from him.

Sherlock's brain didn't stop for a moment, and he had reached 221B Baker Street before he knew it. He looked back, and sure enough, the child was not too far behind him, maintaining a subtle distance. When he saw his eyes glancing over, he smiled along with him.

Sherlock also gave a fleeting, false smile.

He allowed the other party to follow him because he had his own plans - he had been bored for a whole week!

God – it's been a week.

As a person whose brain can't stop at all, sometimes even needing to use nicotine patches and punching holes in the wall with a gun, this week's boredom is enough to drive him crazy.

However, at this moment, a little girl who was full of confusion came to the door. Although these mysteries may not take too long to solve, at least it can keep him busy.

If he continues to be idle, he doesn't know what he will do.

And... assistant? Let an eight or nine-year-old child be his assistant?

Don't tell me, it's really interesting.

If John found out, he would probably be severely punished. He could imitate John's demeanor now.

The girl followed him in, looking very well-behaved.

In fact, Watson did not condemn him - he still didn't know Sherlock's plan. When he saw the little girl with an extremely confusing appearance, he was overflowing with fatherly love and served him food, for fear that she would run away from home. Will starve.

Knowing that Watson couldn't see any clues at all, Sherlock opened his mouth and taunted coolly: "John, put away that stupid expression of yours. Do you believe that a 'good and pitiful' child in your eyes can sell you out?" , and asked you to help her count the money?"

Watson: "..." Watson

has long been used to it. Besides, there is Zaizai in front of him who can attract all the attention. He has no energy to argue with Sherlock, so he continues to pay attention. He focused on the little girl who was eating the food gracefully and quickly: "Yuna, why did you run out alone?"

Yuna judged the harmlessness of the food, but said the truth on her face: "Because my guardians I am very busy and have no time to take care of me. And I need to learn new things. This time I came to London to learn his deduction method from Mr. Holmes." "Then how did you

come to London?"

"By plane." Yuna said with a smile.

——It's just a private plane belonging to Yuna.

Knowing that she couldn't hide it at all, she didn't want to hide it from her guardians. In fact, as long as it didn't affect her, she could satisfy some people's harmless desire for control.

However, real-time personal movement information is not required.

Yuna thought calmly.

"...by plane?" Watson couldn't help but look at her small body suspiciously: "How did you get on the plane alone?"

"It's a private plane." Sherlock interjected from the side.

After the silent observation just now, coupled with appropriate and reasonable speculation, he has been able to draw many conclusions.

Just when Watson was about to lament the happiness of the rich, Sherlock, who had just said those words, suddenly picked up the gun casually placed on the table, loaded the gun, aimed and pulled the trigger at a speed that was almost impossible for humans to react. !

Watson, who had been in the army, so his reaction speed was relatively fast, was shocked: "Sherlock!!"

What on earth was he doing? !

If this trajectory is shot, it will hit the little girl's temple! !

Just when Watson's heart was in his throat, and he was watching helplessly as time seemed to slow down infinitely, and the bullet was getting closer and closer to the girl, almost hitting her temple - the

girl's hand appeared next to her ear as if teleporting. , holding the high-speed bullet, and after removing all the force on it, he let go of his hand with great ease, letting the bullet fall freely to the ground, bouncing up and making a ping-pong sound.

Only then did Watson notice that she had been wearing a thin layer of black gloves on her hands. She couldn't tell what material they were made of, and she hadn't taken them off since she entered the door.

This magical scene made him stunned.

But Sherlock and the girl seemed to have expected it. Sherlock put away the gun calmly, and the girl straightened her cuffs slowly.

From beginning to end, Watson was the only one who was frightened.

Watson, who realized this incident belatedly: "..."

"The black gloves are filled with special metal fibers. Even if the bullet is shot head-on, it will not leave any damage." Sherlock had obviously seen Yuna. When you release your hand, the state of the glove, "It is conservatively estimated that it can protect against 90% of gunfire." "

One of your legs is a prosthesis, right? The left leg is made of metal - vibranium, or... Ed "Adamantium?"

"Not everyone can be equipped with this level of armament, right, Yuna Stark?"

When she decided on "Adamantium", Yuna calmed down her expression. Some of them had expressions and tilted their ears slightly, as if they were waiting for him to continue speaking.

As someone who is already world-renowned and whose own brother is a consulting detective for the "British Government", it is not surprising that he knows that these things exist. If you really know nothing, that would be suspicious.

Just relying on the Adamantium alloy mechanical legs and the special gloves inspired by it, her identity can be determined.

Sherlock continued with satisfaction: "You can't speak. The series of communications just now were completed using the choker around your neck. It is an advanced sound generator. Even if the position of wearing it makes it almost overlap with the sound source, I can still tell something is wrong."

He is the world's best detective. It is almost impossible and extremely difficult to hide it from him.

Yuna listened thoughtfully to Sherlock's analysis, while frantically writing down information for him in the folder. Based on the action of shooting directly after a disagreement, she raised the danger level for him by several degrees. Start thinking about how to improve the sound generator.

Since Sherlock Holmes can discover clues, there is no guarantee that he will not be discovered by the second or third person.

Because it wasn't a high-risk mission, she didn't bring a full set of equipment, but after returning... she needed to make comprehensive improvements again.

Some problems that even senior SHIELD agents may not be able to discover seem to be as simple as Sherlock. He spoke very quickly. After those two solid points, he listed many more for her, and he became more and more determined. Yuna's determination to learn.

The ability to control people's minds seems to be an innate ability of hers. She was personally polished by the boss of a transnational crime group, and she also studied with the Black Widow of S.H.I.E.L.D. for many years; and she is also particularly amazing as a detective. , is extremely talented, but due to lack of training and lack of deliberate development, she can be said to have lowered her average in this aspect compared to others.

And what if she improves this skill?

——All the secrets will be invisible in her eyes.