Chapter 1 The unspeakable way of time travel

Traveled through...

This was Sherlock's most direct thought when he was standing in front of the mirror, but thinking about the way he traveled through time, Sherlock still felt a little incredible. He even felt as if his mother had opened the door for him and that he was home.

As a 996 social animal, after a week of being squeezed by capital, Sherlock finally ushered in the vacation he had longed for, although he only had one day of freedom.

As a standard social animal, Sherlock's thoughts are all about sleeping until the sky is dark and living a life of waking up, sleeping and eating hungry all day long.

In fact, Sherlock did the same thing. Others slept until they woke up naturally, but Sherlock was woken up by the living habits he had developed for a long time. Yes, Sherlock was woken up by hunger.

After ordering a takeout at random in a daze, Sherlock fell asleep again without even looking at what he ordered. When he woke up again, he was woken up by the knock on the door of the takeaway.

Bewilderedly, he took the takeaway he ordered from the delivery man. He didn't even forget to politely say thank you to the hardworking delivery boy. Sherlock opened a short video website and began to fill himself with electronic mustard. belly.

Sherlock didn't even know what he ate, he just mechanically stuffed the food into his mouth, focusing on the long-legged ladies in unusually cool clothes who were swaying to the dynamic music on his mobile phone.

After mechanically eating the food, which he didn't know whether it should be regarded as breakfast or lunch, Sherlock lay on his bed again. Sherlock, who was thinking about the long-legged lady, successfully communicated in his dream with those who had just watched The young ladies gathered together.

Seeing a large group of long-legged ladies wearing stockings that almost made up the entire color palette, Sherlock in his dream just wanted to shout loudly, transform into a wolf and enjoy the pleasure of wine and meat.

A sharp pain came from Sherlock's abdomen, which immediately woke him up. Feeling that the young ladies were leaving him, Sherlock could only curse the unclean takeaway and took it casually. A cigarette rushed towards the throne in the toilet of his rental house.

Everything up to this point was so normal, just the daily rest of an ordinary LSP social worker. However, everything has a but, and what was outrageous was what happened next.

Sherlock, who was sitting on the throne with a cigarette in his mouth, seemed to have a premonition of the tragedy that would follow. After taking a deep breath, he started his ejaculation journey with one force.

Just as Sherlock was feeling the indescribable feeling of Kikube, he just blinked and the dark and dark toilet in the rental house in front of him turned into a luxurious toilet about the same size as his own bedroom.

At that moment, Sherlock's mind was filled with ideas such as quantum entanglement and cohabitation across time and space. He did not notice the fact that he seemed to have traveled through time. He even thought about commenting on the decoration style of this luxurious toilet.

After all, for Sherlock, time travel has only been seen in novels. It is impossible for such a thing to happen in reality. Compared to time travel, Sherlock would rather believe that this is some hallucination caused by his food poisoning.

Sherlock even hesitated whether he should call 120 or something for first aid. After all, so far, apart from the hallucination of this luxurious toilet, Sherlock only had one symptom: running out.

The cigarette in my hand is still a short holder with a long handle, Marlboro, the best value for money among social animals. The only difference is that my hands seem to be a little whiter and a little hairier...

etc! A little hairier? A little whiter? ? ? ?

He hurriedly threw the cigarette butt into the toilet, hurriedly grabbed toilet paper and wiped his butt. Sherlock left his throne and came to the mirror in three steps at a time.

At first glance, he saw a white young man who looked a bit more handsome than Leonardo, the earthly ball grass, and even his figure was extremely perfect.

With streamlined muscles, eight pack abs, and a handsome face, Sherlock admits that even if he is a man, he still feels like he's swearing at the little guy in the mirror for a while. saliva.

Just when Sherlock felt that he should call 120 or something for rescue, a wave of vague memories hit Sherlock's mind.

After a while, Sherlock finally saw the fact that he had traveled through time. This young man's name was Sherlock Felix, and he was considered a middle-aged rich man.

Just like the usual setting in time-travel novels, this kid, like Sherlock himself, is an orphan who enjoys the buff of his parents' sacrifice to heaven.

But unlike Sherlock, his buff loading seemed to be successful. He was born in New York. After graduating from high school, he opened a gun shop with the help of his parents.

Later, with the help of a group of uncles who liked cos141 that my parents found somewhere, I successfully turned the gun shop in the suburbs into a well-known firearms training center across the country, and even some active soldiers and celebrities will From time to time, I come to the gun shop for training.

The young man's parents were also very interesting. After their death, they even left a fund for the young man that he could never use up in his lifetime. To put it simply, as long as the young man did not commit suicide to start a business and invest in something, he could receive a fixed amount of 100,000 yuan every month. dollar fund.

Even the car the young man drives is Sherlock's dream car that he could never afford as a social worker, a Ford Raptor.

Apart from these general memories, Sherlock didn't have any useful memories. It seemed that this young man was also a social terror and rarely went out on weekdays.

Sherlock was extremely appreciative of the fact that he had transformed himself from a 996 social creature into a rich second-generation man with a carefree life just by jumping around.

After all, he was an orphan in his previous life, and Sherlock, who was used to being alone, had nothing to let go of. If anything, it would just be his longing for his motherland.

The only thing Sherlock can't understand is his outrageous way of time travel, especially compared to the way of time travel of his various predecessors.

Who would have thought that Yianxi could travel through time? Just travel through time. The body that traveled through time was also disappearing. Sherlock was even sure that he just blinked his eyes during the process of ejection and traveled here. There was not even a process of ejection. Inexplicably traveled through time after stopping?

Sherlock gave himself a six with one hand, then excitedly arranged his clothes, and decided to go downstairs to have a look. After all, according to the memory inherited by Sherlock, downstairs was his own gun shop, and behind it was A very wide shooting range and training ground.

As an old gun fan, Sherlock, who was born and raised here, has been coveting those beautiful firearms for a long time. Now that he has traveled through time and space, he still has the conditions, so why don't he go downstairs and grab his favorite to have fun?

Thinking of this, Sherlock could no longer hold back his emotions and rushed downstairs quickly, "Hey, hey, ak baby, ar baby, big spray, little pistol, wait for my love!" ! !