Chapter 64 Oi! Little Bird! Oi! Little Bird! Oi! …
"People can't run as fast as ghosts." Sherlock said as he took the biscuit from Liu Shu's hand.
What good detective would talk about ghosts all the time? Liu Shu squeezed the bag tightly, "Don't you want to eat it?"
"If you don't eat it now, you'll never be able to eat it again."
"ah?"
"I'll be leaving in a few days."
"Really?... You didn't stay there for long." Liu Shu looked down at the cookies in the brown paper bag and stuffed it into Sherlock's hand.
She didn't ask him why he left. After all, Gotham was a tourist city, and he would naturally go home after having enough fun.
"This is for you too," Liu Shu pulled two doses of Jade Marrow Wind Bone Powder from his pocket. "Do not take this internally."
"Thanks."
"If you need my help," Liu Shu paused, thinking this situation wouldn't happen, "go find Bruce. He's always willing to help."
"I will." Sherlock gave half of what she had given him to Watson.
Watson sat there in a daze after receiving it. He was truly confused. He didn't know why these two people had such a good relationship. When did it happen? He had no recollection of it.
Sherlock couldn't possibly tell an ordinary little girl that he was leaving. To be honest, he couldn't even say goodbye to anyone. So why now...
"Watson... Watson!"
"how?"
"Let's get off."
"good."
This is the main entrance of the Cavaliers Stadium. Liu Shu stood on the side of the road and looked up at the signpost for the stadium.
There were a lot of people, and they were all moving towards midfield.
"There's a game tonight," Sherlock said, standing beside her on one leg on a crutch. "Excuse me."
"Are you sure you're here?" Watson patted his shoulder and asked him to sit back in the wheelchair.
"Let's go in first." This stadium is quite big. If you run around the stadium for three days, you still won't find it. Liu Shu looked back at the car, but unfortunately he was not allowed to drive in.
However, the combination of the three of them is somewhat rare here and has attracted a lot of attention. Normally, people in Gotham will not go to crowded places when they are injured.
Not to mention that his legs and hands were injured, which greatly affected his escape.
"They are all looking at us." Watson moved forward uncomfortably and glanced at his hands.
"Don't worry about it." Sherlock took a deep look at the people entering the venue, then raised his hand and pointed to the road on the right, "Go that way."
Liu Shu checked the direction based on the map he had just taken on his phone. "That's the equipment room."
"Can we get in?" Watson looked over worriedly.
"No need to go in."
Regardless, they followed Sherlock's instructions and headed that way.
It was getting dark, and because there was a game going on, the stadium was well lit so that they could see the way clearly, but they were heading towards the darkest part of the stadium.
"Is this really the place?" Liu Shu has good eyesight, but there is really no light here.
"The equipment room shouldn't be like this during a competition. You've come to the right place." Sherlock laughed and took out a water gun from his coat pocket.
Liu Shu took two steps before realizing what he had taken out. She turned around suddenly and asked, "Why is it a water gun?"
"He is now a demon-slaying detective." Watson had a real gun in his hand. Although he used one hand, he was extremely skilled.
I understand. The water gun is filled with holy water. It is an anti-magic weapon. It just looks a bit ugly, but its effect is much better than bullets. Liu Shu stood still.
"Here's to you. Do you know how to use it?" Sherlock took out another water gun and threw it into her arms.
"You brought two?" What was he thinking? Would two guns give the answer?
"It's better to be prepared."
Fortunately, there is no one here. It was already strange that a man with an injured hand was pushing a man with an injured foot. Now everyone has a gun, including two water guns. No matter who it is, they would want to call the hospital, right?
"One more thing," Liu Shu raised his gun and pointed it at a nearby tree. He had been feeling like he was being watched since a while ago, but this was different from the gazes of passersby. They were intermittent, not very obvious, and definitely hidden. "Come out quickly."
"You don't have to come over. Things here are easy to solve." Robin walked out from behind the tree.
"Are you sure?" Liu Shu did not put down the gun.
"Don't worry, we're professionals...so why are you still pointing a gun at me?"
At this moment, Robin didn't know what was behind him.
It was scary. That Xiao Hei was behind her. She didn't have the heart to tell him. Liu Shu raised her other hand and held the gun with both hands.
This action seemed to remind him, and Robin blinked.
He swung his weapon backwards very quickly, and as he turned around, Xiao Hei was completely exposed to their sight.
It was missing its right arm, and its white eye was empty, but Liu Shu could feel it watching Sherlock.
She pulled the trigger, and the holy water made a small hole in it. After being injured, it looked less aggressive.
"It wants to run away!" Watson reminded. He had dealt with this corrupt soul before and had some understanding of its reactions.
Before he finished speaking, a light suddenly lit up in front of Xiao Hei, which made him stop.
Caught! A large black unidentified object fell from the sky on a basin, landing right on top of Xiao Hei.
In the dazzling light, the unidentified black object stood up and looked sideways at the three people.
"Don't use high beams." Liu Shu covered his eyes with his sleeves. He had just wanted to check on Xiao Hei's condition, but he had been looking straight at that place, and now his eyes were sore.
Although it looks cool to look at people from the side with the light behind you, the effect of that light is comparable to a flash bomb.
Watson struggled to open one eye and slowly lowered his hand. "Is it over?"
"Not yet." Sherlock turned his back to Batman and looked up at the sky.
As the fireworks burst, the game in the stadium officially began, but there were some particularly dazzling patterns among those fireworks.
"How narcissistic! Does he have to launch himself into the sky?" Liu Shu saw the distinctive clown pattern. The colors and patterns of fireworks are a very profound subject. I don't know where the clown finds the time to do this.
"I'll take you back." Robin moved the device containing Blackie back to the Batmobile.
It turned out that it was really high beam just now. Liu Shu shook his head at him, "We are here to watch the game, you can go back by yourself."
"Watching the game?"
Robin's doubts could be ignored. Sherlock threw the water gun back to Batman. "Yes, it's time to enter now."
“You don’t even have a ticket.”
“…”
After Liu Shu finished her nonsense, she kept looking towards the midfield. She always felt that there was something strange there.
If those people noticed the clown, they would probably scream and run away. If they didn't, the game would also make the atmosphere lively.
But now it is so quiet, which is so weird.
"What happened?"
"If you encounter an enemy with a group of people waiting for you when you are doing something bad..." When you are about to catch the villain, Sherlock smiles like a villain.
It was hard to understand. Didn't he say it was troublesome before? Why was he smiling so happily now? Liu Shu looked at Sherlock's back in silence. He was maneuvering the wheelchair himself, and it looked a bit strenuous.
"Let's go." Although Watson didn't understand, he chose to follow the detective as a pendant based on his understanding of Sherlock. He knew that he would definitely see interesting things later.
"Okay." Liu Shu turned around and wanted to say goodbye to the righteous police behind him.
Gone, along with the Batmobile.
Wasn't it there just now? Forget about the people, but where's the car?
After just two seconds, all the lights here returned to normal.
"Hurry up, they must have noticed it too. If you want to watch the show, you have to run over there." Sherlock reminded her.
"What did you find?" Don't be a riddler. Liu Shu trotted to catch up with him and took over Watson's position.
Seeing that Sherlock said nothing, she had to guess.
You don't need to buy a ticket to enter the stadium, but you need a ticket to watch the game.
But the game is not clear from the outside.
Liu Shu always felt that there were so few people here. When she looked around, she suddenly saw someone she knew.
Isn't the guy selling water with a cart over there the one who used to be the receptionist at Iceberg Restaurant?
"No way..." Liu Shu muttered to himself as he looked at the cart.
"Maybe the Iceberg Restaurant went bankrupt." Sherlock said boldly.
"Really? It's really a match for your profession." Watson was obviously more convinced.
Why not put these two people on the commentary platform to perform crosstalk, it will definitely get rave reviews.
Liu Shu left the two people with limited mobility behind and climbed up to the camera position next to him.
Only by standing at a high place and using a high-powered camera could we clearly see what was going on with the seats around the football field.
The audience all squatted on the ground and moved out. Those standing were all wearing gas masks and holding guns to maintain order.
It seemed like nothing was wrong. She pointed the camera at the center of the football field, where a large number of suspicious cans were piled up. They were still being guarded by those fully armed men, and from time to time someone would carry the cans and put them there.
"Where are they hiding and fighting secretly?" Liu Shu jumped down from a high place, her movements so light that even she was a little surprised.
Sherlock pointed at the steel frame above the stadium and said, "Look up there, aren't there a few shadows?"
There were only a few small black dots jumping around. How could he see clearly? Liu Shu looked for a while and then crawled back to the camera.
She connected the cable next to the camera, and the image from the camera immediately appeared on the big screen. It seemed that there were no staff here today, or those people had already run away.
Move the camera and focus on Robin in the sky. He looks like he is just paddling, occasionally throwing a bat dart to prove his output...
"Okay, let's watch the screen, even though there is no sound." Liu Shu jumped down from the platform again.
Sherlock and Watson gave her a thumbs-up at the same time.
"Come and sit down." Watson patted the chair next to him.
Thanks to the help of the Red Hood gang members, they now have seats and even water is delivered to them.
The pantomime on the big screen made the stadium seem to have pressed the pause button, with only a few people moving gas tanks still working diligently.
The people on the screen walked on the steel frame as if it were flat ground, chasing and fighting each other, and then ran out of the screen like birds.
But soon, the screen moved and caught up with them.
Liu Shu looked up in confusion and found that someone was operating the camera. Well, now he could watch the pantomime more peacefully.
"They cooperated really well. If Batman hadn't lowered his head, he would have been hit by the stick." Watson commented on Red Hood very seriously.
No, no, no, he definitely misunderstood. Liu Shu could even guess their conversation up there.
"Are the Jokers that strong? Why would it take so long for three of them to fight one?"
"Pfft..." Sherlock couldn't help it anymore, he took a sip of water as if to cover up.
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