Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

"Parrot?" An Chunzhi's attention turned to the window as expected.

On the street in the early morning, there was a beautiful parrot with a small body and bright yellow fur, flapping its wings in the air.Its feathers are soft and neat, and its eyes are as big as mung beans, which are pure sapphire blue. It can be said to be a beautiful bird.

"I don't know who this parrot belongs to. Is it lost? Ask Mrs. Hudson later." An Chunzhi frowned and thought, "It's a pity that I'm outside now, and I can't transform. I want to take this parrot It takes a lot of work to bring the parrot down."

"Maybe I can try." Steve blinked, put his arm around the dark-haired youth's waist and admitted, "When I was a kid in Brooklyn, I saw those kids attract birds with bread crumbs."

"Sounds good? I'll find out what the parrot eats right away." An Chunzhi became interested, lowered her head and took out her phone.

Steve took the opportunity to look in the direction of his brother-in-law without any trace—the man in black robe was still looking at this side with a blank expression, and Sherlock and Watson who were separated between them were still fiercely entangled.The blond man felt relieved.

It seemed that Mr. Snape wasn't shocked by what happened to them.

That's it.

The windows of the house across the street were suddenly thrown open.The little girl in the red dress that An Chunzhi saw just now poked her head out from inside, and called out affectionately: "Sira!"

An Chunzhi raised her head in response as if she was electrocuted, and looked over in a daze.

The parrot that was flying aimlessly over the street just now flew towards the little girl at the window, and landed obediently on her finger.The little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old giggled happily, and asked crisply:

"Sira, are you hungry? It's time for breakfast."

She turned around, walked into the room with the parrot, left the window, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "...Dad is not at home today, there are only two of us. But it doesn't matter, he said he will be back tomorrow Already!"

"Just the same name?" Steve frowned and asked, he was keenly aware that things might not be so coincidental.

"It's a little strange, I think we may meet another monster." An Chunzhi turned around helplessly and looked for the little white cat in the house.

At the junction of the living room and bedroom doors, the little white cat was lying on the floor with its back arched.It anxiously tore the newspaper between its paws, looking very strange with its head down.

After all, the reason why An Chunzhi called the little white cat "Sira" was just because it was the name of one of the monsters in Tiga's plot, which was easy to remember and pleasant to hear.And the original Sila monster was mutated from a parrot.

It can be a coincidence if you say so, but the one who raises Silla in the plot is also a little girl.

Her father is a scientist who has developed the terrifying Zilda gas.As long as this kind of thing volatilizes a little bit in the air, it can cause a powerful explosion.The reason for the tragedy was that one day, the doctor brought home a test tube of Zilda gas. When only his daughter was left at home, the wind came through the open window, and the test tube fell to the ground and broke— —The poor little girl only had time to let the parrot fly out of the window at the moment of the explosion.

Since then, the giant bird Silla, which has mutated into a monster, has always remembered that day. It was so worried that it wanted to find an opportunity to destroy all the remaining Zilda gas, but because of its huge size, humans thought that the giant bird wanted to destroy it. Zilda gas, that would bring great harm to the earth.

Even if he was misunderstood, even if he was attacked, even if he was covered in bruises, the giant bird Sila still persistently fell in front of the warehouse where Zilda's gas was stored, and then swallowed all the gas that killed its owner.

In the stunned sight of humans, it finally died contentedly.

In other words, its life has acquired a new meaning—Silla and its kind and lively little master finally turned into a brilliant and beautiful golden phoenix, flying to the universe that no one can reach.

The ending is poignant and touching.

"install?"

Steve interrupted An Chunzhi's trance in doubt, looked at the opposite window and asked, "You mean that parrot is likely to turn into a monster?"

An Chunzhi was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know, this needs to be investigated, I hope it's just my guess is wrong."

If so, hopefully the tragedy can be prevented in advance.

he said in his heart.

"I'm with you." Steve showed a calm and comforting smile to An Chunzhi, "We'll go in a while."

I have to say that the smile of Captain America did not know how much morale was boosted before, and it is really well deserved.An Chunzhi was appeased in an instant, and the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart were swept away.

The melee in the living room finally stopped again.

Watson's face was flushed - he didn't know whether he was angry or raised his head, and sat back on the sofa with a stern face, as if he didn't intend to talk to Sherlock anymore.Sherlock, who was covered in pain and blood all over his face, groaned and fell to the position just now, covering his nose with a tissue with his teeth grinning, and looking at Strange next to him depressedly.

"John, Sherlock, today is a happy reunion day. What do you want to eat? I'll do it." Mrs. Hudson asked cleverly, changing the subject.

"Tea and the cookies you made." Sherlock made a suggestion confidently, while turning to Watson's direction with great interest, and protracted the inquiry with a curious tone, "John, McCoff said before that you want Moving out? Do you have a place?"

——Super idiot! !

All the people present who had an EQ higher than Sherlock's looked at him in disbelief, and froze with a headache.

Especially Watson.His expression was stiff and contorted, as if he wanted to throw Sherlock out of the house right now.

But the fact is that the brown-haired man stood up unbearably, he took a deep breath as if restraining his emotions, then walked down the stairs with a cold face.

"John, where are you going?" Mrs. Hudson hurriedly asked.

"Move out!" Watson's voice came from downstairs. He sounded like he was about to explode, as if he was serious.

There was a loud "bang" at the door.

Almost at the same time, Sherlock bounced off the sofa as if being burned, rushed to the window and stood still, looked down at the brown-haired man walking away on the street outside, and remained silent.

Strange crossed his arms and looked at Sherlock like an idiot: "Are you crazy? Are you trying to anger him?"

There was something thoughtful in Snape's dark eyes.

Also awkward and arrogant, he seemed to have noticed something.

An Chunzhi, who has been with Sherlock for so long, has already abandoned her original views on Sherlock in the plot.He knew that Sherlock's EQ was actually not that low, but Sherlock became childish and deliberately wanted to irritate people, which could really make people angry enough.

"If you want me to say... Sherlock, it's not good for you to bully Mr. Watson like this." An Chunzhi said.

From his point of view, Sherlock probably didn't know how to get along with Watson correctly—especially when the two people seemed to be having some ambiguity.It's like naive little boys who like to bully the girls they like, don't know how to express or can't find the distance between two people.At least An Chunzhi guarantees that Sherlock has been in his store for so long, and he has never been so childish and annoying.

But the last sentence just now sounded like Sherlock was clumsily asking if Watson meant to move out.

Mrs. Hudson, who abducted after not catching up with Watson, gave Sherlock a disapproving look: "Sherlock! You are—you are so nonsense!"

Sherlock remained silent, with an unnatural and eerily relaxed expression on his face.He covered his nose and sat back on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I suggest you go after him right away." An Chunzhi said tactfully.

Although he didn't know if Watson knew his future wife at this moment, but the two were still kissing just now, Watson must have feelings for Sherlock.If this is played off by Sherlock, he will be waiting to cry for the rest of his life.

Sherlock hesitated.

An Chunzhi rolled his eyes, and had no choice but to explain plainly: "Sherlock, no one will stop at the same place and wait for others. If you are so at a loss and cannot find your attitude towards him, Mr. Watson will leave too. ——In fact, I think he is leaving now. Mycroft also seemed to tell me before that there is a woman who has a crush on Mr. Watson and wants to marry him."

Sherlock's expression changed.

"I have to invite John to be my assistant again." He muttered vaguely, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and strode out, downstairs.

After An Chunzhi finished feeding the chicken soup for the soul, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard another loud and chaotic noise downstairs, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

"Sherlock?" asked Mrs. Hudson, raising her voice uneasily.

In the silence, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded again—it turned out that Watson with an angry face and an unconscious Sherlock in his hand reappeared in front of everyone.

He looked around the astonished crowd, threw Sherlock onto the carpet in front of him, and said fiercely, "I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

Both eyes of Sherlock on the ground were completely blue, the bridge of his nose was twisted abnormally, blood kept gushing, the corners of his lips were black and purple, lying unconscious, no matter how miserable he looked, he looked like a scene of domestic violence look like.

"..." An Chunzhi and Steve beside him looked at each other and smiled pitifully, but said nothing.

No sympathy, they have no sympathy for Sherlock at all.The rabbit bit people when it was in a hurry, and Watson, the honest man, was in a hurry and beat Sherlock to howl.Look at him deliberately irritating people!I don't know how to get along, wouldn't a kiss solve it?If that doesn't work, make another one!Let Sherlock be awkward here!It's itchy to see.

An Chunzhi glanced across the living room and saw Sherlock, Strange and Snape.Oh, there is still a system in his mind - there are actually four poisonous tongues and tsunderes beside him!Can play mahjong!He just found out today!Maybe Ping An Store can be renamed Tsundere Store?

System: "What do you mean??"

An Chunzhi pretended not to hear the system's question, and cherished Steve's palm hanging by his side, feeling the faint warmth radiating from his palm, he whispered: "Steve, Fortunately, you have a good personality, you are gentle and considerate, and you never scold me."

The system immediately thought darkly - so this is the reason why Captain America can stand out from the bunch of venomous and arrogant?

Steve smiled warmly, and instead of answering, he changed the subject: "Let's investigate that parrot."

"Okay." An Chunzhi pulled him around the place where Sherlock was lying, ready to go to the stairs.

——The man in black robe stood by the wall and looked at them depressedly.

Before An Chunzhi could say anything, Steve sincerely offered the invitation: "Mr. Snape, shall we go together?"

Only then did Snape's tense cheeks ease, and he showed a relaxed smile that was so weak that it was almost absent, looked at Steve and nodded.

"..." An Chunzhi looked around, feeling depressed again.

Why does he feel that these two people are closer than him?