The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

The minimalist single-person office has enough space, but it is not enough for the owner here to stack things.Mr. Holmes' office is not only filled with bookshelves, but even the floor is full of paper materials.

Fu Zhao closed the door and carefully avoided the obstacles under his feet step by step, feeling that "some information" in Sherlock's eyes must be different from other people's definition of "some".

Sherlock took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, and pushed the document thicker than the thickness of the summer homework in front of him: "I have read the d3 virus data brought back by the intelligence team."

"Should I read it all too?" Fu Zhao sat down on the guest seat and opened the first page of the information.

Thinking of Shirley’s aptx4869 developer of the elixir who rebelled against the organization, when he was imprisoned, he even went to deliver meals to the prison... So understanding these is not a problem at all!

Wait, it's actually very problematic!

Skipping through the dense professional data, Fu Zhao roughly flipped through a stack of materials, and summed up the central idea: "A secret medical organization that calls itself a 'mad scientist' has developed type-d virus. After the failed first and second generations, the third The virus code-named 'd3' successfully parasitized and survived in the experimenter's body, giving it the ability to change its appearance on its own. The change in appearance is similar to pinching plasticine, with a sharper chin, bigger eyes, etc... Theoretically, it can It is possible to imitate the appearance of others, but it requires fine adjustment, and the voice and habits cannot be imitated anyway."

Sherlock was recording something with a pen, the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper paused, and he looked at him unexpectedly: "The wording is very unprofessional, but the comprehension ability and reading speed have basically passed. It is said that d3 infected people need to concentrate on controlling their appearance. Once there is a disturbance, it will return to its true form uncontrollably. The fire may be able to help...It's a pity that the surveillance records have been completely destroyed."

Fu Zhao put together the materials he had read: "Was the fire premeditated?"

"Well...someone wants to take advantage of the chaos to let someone go, but there are too many criminals who have taken the opportunity to escape, so I'm not sure if it's for the d3 infected person." Sherlock put down his pen, his voice slightly low, "I'll send you away." Locked in front of him just wanted to observe closely, but unexpectedly, there was still no gain, and such an accident happened again, and the secret service team will be busy for a while. But I don't care, the life of a genius is always full."

Fu Zhao's eyelids twitched wildly... So he was not imprisoned for no reason, but became a watcher without his knowledge?

"At least tell me in advance, I will definitely pay more attention to the cell opposite, and I will definitely try to remember him when I see his original appearance." Unknowingly, Fu Xiang has changed his position and automatically brought him into the thinking mode of a justice partner.

The d3 infected person was imprisoned for theft the day before yesterday. Before Sherlock had time to arrange an accident to see if he could reveal his truth, he escaped yesterday because of the prison fire.

Not only that, about [-]% of the other prisoners escaped.

There are no super criminals imprisoned in Crow Port, most of them are petty theft, and they don't even look down on them if they consider themselves villains.Among them, the most difficult one is probably the d3 infected person. This matter must be dealt with first. All members of the security bureau's task force are working overtime.

Sherlock seemed quite tired, but there was a sparkle in his eyes when he was working. After observing for a while, Fu Zhao confirmed that it was the light of crazy neurosis.

"Jack." Sherlock said concisely, his metallic smoky gray eyes swept across him.

Fu Zhao was confused for a moment: "Jack? Is it the 'Jack you jump, I'll dance too' Jack, or the Jack who sailed the boat?"

Sherlock sighed in dismay: "It's the real name of the d3 infected person. I'm very satisfied with the openness of your thinking mode, but why do you always say something useless."

The symbol of sudden realization: "...It turned out to be Jack the Ripper."

Combining the clues and surveillance records of the crime scene, Comrade Jack stabbed three people in the street at midnight with three different faces.

It was only after the third case that hungry Jack tried to steal food from the back kitchen of a certain restaurant, but was accidentally arrested.

As the saying goes, the strong always capsize in the gutter...

Fu Zhao also discovered that, except for the plain face he saw in the prison, Jack's other three faces were actually a little similar, looking similar to his brothers from afar.

It seems that the d3 virus cannot allow people to control their appearance as they wish, but to make certain adjustments on the original basis.

"Although the other party can change the irises and fingerprints, they can't control the DNA. They just don't know how the DNA has changed after being infected with the virus." Sherlock leaned back in his chair and meditated.

Fu Zhao fell into a state of doing nothing: "People who have no money on them will definitely commit crimes again, so it will be fine if they are caught and tortured?"

But his suggestion doesn't seem to be in line with the villain's status...

Sherlock turned his face away in disdain: "Violence is not my style. Don't be idle, there is a more suitable task for you than finding the murderer - to sort out the information in this room, I don't remember the last time I sorted it out What time is it?"

Being able to make someone with a super memory say this kind of thing proves that it has been at least a year since the last cleaning.

Fu Zhao does his work and loves his work, and will not be passive and sabotage because of becoming a mere partner of justice, but he is somewhat reluctant in his heart: "Sort by time, or by initials?"

"Sort by time in alphabetical order." Sherlock flipped the switch on the desktop computer.

Fu Zhao nodded, turned around melancholy and picked up the materials on the ground one by one: "I didn't expect that no matter where I was doing this kind of meaningless work, I want to be a super villain man, and my life can't be wasted on tidying up the room Go up..."

"Please don't mutter when I'm working, you can nag in your heart, I pretend I didn't hear it." Sherlock reminded coldly.

Fu Zhao neatly organized a stack of stapled documents and stuffed them into the bookshelf: "...Oh."

The advantage of a decent person is that the job is stable, with wages and insurance, but for him who has not yet paid his salary, the appeal is almost zero.

Halfway through tidying up the room, Fu Zhao began to miss his old life... When did he hear that the black organization clocked in to work?

Villains mean freedom, and freedom is precious!

After leaving the hospital, he spent a whole morning in the office, Fu Zhao was depressed and muttered: "Actually, thinking about it now, Belmode, you are also very beautiful, you don't look old at all... and the boss of Gin, gold is really not me stole."

Put the materials with the date of last month and the initial letter z into the file bag and seal it, and Fu Zhao said while putting it on the bookshelf: "It's sorted out."

"Have you cleaned the window sills?" Sherlock's eyes were still on the computer screen.

Fu Zhao looked around the brand-new office: "While sorting out the documents, I cleaned it, wiped the windowsill and the floor, and watered the dying plant in the corner."

Sherlock finally raised his head, his eyes slightly appreciative: "...in terms of housekeeping, your ability is not bad."

"Thank you." Fu Zhao accepted the kindness calmly, "This is the greatest insult to me."

Not even Gin praised him that much!At most, when Fu Zhao patched the windbreaker but sewed a small flower on it, he angrily pulled out and said that he would shoot him in the head immediately.

Sherlock rubbed his sore eyes, pressed the keyboard to start the printer, printed out the rearranged information about the d3 infected person, and posted them on the whiteboard next to the desk in the order of events along with the photos.

Fu Zhao leaned over to look with interest: "Is this how the Security Bureau handles cases? Our brat detectives usually yell 'So that's how it is' at completely irrelevant trifles, and then use anesthesia needles to shoot wildly at The unlucky ghost who is closest to him... To be honest, I still don't know what that brat understands to solve the case, and every time he gets it right..."

"You talk too much." Sherlock used a marker to mark numbers like secret signs on the whiteboard.

Fu Zhao was taken aback, obviously thinking of other things, and said with a light smile, "It's boring in the organization, and no one ever talks with me. The top management is busy with their own business, and the bottom is basically undercover, in order to prevent exposure. Identity rarely talks to people."

The slightly lonely expression exceeded Sherlock's expectations. He stared sideways at the talisman for a few seconds: "What are you trying to imply by saying that? Stop dreaming, and I won't chat with you either."

"Oh." Fu Zhao replied coldly, without showing obvious disappointment.

Sherlock paused for a moment while writing: "According to the efficiency of logistics, your subsidy and salary should have been settled into the card."

Although he left the organization in black, it is good to make money, Fu Zhao was instantly satisfied.

All members of the special mission team dispatched to arrest the fugitive criminals, but Comrade Jack, who was in charge of Sherlock, the best response to the situation where he could change his appearance was definitely not to take the initiative, but to wait and see.

A criminal short on money would certainly go to great lengths to steal or rob, and of course leave a trail.

Fu Zhao thought very happily, fortunately I am not short of money.

...But where are you going to sleep tonight?

The Security and Defense Bureau gives free dormitories to employees, the conditions are average, and only basic facilities are equipped.During the lunch break, Fu Zhao walked to the deserted dormitory near the Defense Bureau, confirmed his identity with a beige card and entered the gate.

"It feels similar to a student dormitory, but there are no people there. The room number 4264 corresponds to..." Fu Zhao searched for the house number back and forth in the corridor.

The regular employees probably have better housing, and no one cares about the free dormitory, so he is the only one who will apply for it.

Fu Zhao pushed open the door amidst the dust, and found that the room was unexpectedly clean, and there was a laptop on the desk!

The organization is just sending out a black windbreaker as a subsidy...

The computer's running speed is not fast, but it can barely be used. After Fuzhao opened it, facing an empty webpage, he suddenly thought of something and started searching: "Super Criminal."

Countless pieces of information flooded out instantly, almost flooding his retinas.

Fu Zhao browsed casually, and the city seemed to be in chaos every day.

The biggest event in the first half of the year was that a young man named Ye Shenyue established himself as a Second God sect, and clamored every day to become the god of the new world. Like the disciplinary committee members in the class, he wrote down the names of those who refused to accept it.

But now he has been arrested by members of the Security Bureau code-named "l" and locked up in Phoenix River Prison. It is said that he has been sentenced to life.