I plant trees in the superhero world

Mycroft's men came to take over Valentine's villa, and Cyril and Sherlock left first.

The two were walking on a secluded path, and Cyril wondered, "How did you get into Valentine's banquet?"

Sherlock raised his chin, "It's not difficult to forge a fake identity."

Understood, Cyril nodded silently.

"Are we really going to walk back like this?" Cyril couldn't imagine walking back with his two useless legs. Although he could teleport or something, it wouldn't be good to leave Sherlock alone.

Sherlock smiled slightly, stretched out a hand across the road, Cyril looked puzzled, and then, a taxi stopped in front of them.

Cyrillic"……"

The people living here are rich people, usually there will be no taxis passing by, not to mention it is very late now, taxi soliciting customers will not come to this kind of place, okay?

Sherlock got into the car calmly, and Cyril followed silently.He secretly looked at the taxi driver with a curious attitude. The driver's right hand holding the steering wheel had thick calluses on the upper index finger and tiger's mouth. He had seen similar ones in the S.H.I.E.L.D. So... This taxi was specially prepared by my younger brother for my younger brother.

Oh, he is not envious at all.

"That Bruce Wayne will probably be able to guess your identity soon." The taxi has been very quiet, Cyril was already a little sleepy, and suddenly heard Sherlock speak plainly.

"Gah?" He was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized in his mind, "Oh, that's it, I mean, that's it." What else could he do?

In fact, when he gagged Sherlock and even knocked him out in Valentine's villa before, he already thought that Bruce would guess his identity sooner or later. He used to think that his vest was well hidden, but he didn't know the real A smart person can guess it through clues, just to see if they have a big brain enough to connect the two people.

Mycroft and Sherlock's reasoning ability is already against the sky. Just by looking at it, you can tell that Cyril must be a superpower, and they don't count them; Familiar, at least Steve can't guess it for the time being; Tony and the others are not familiar enough with Cyril, and they can't think of the connection between Cyril and Silla for the time being.

But Bruce is really different. He is scheming, scheming, and thoughtful, and in the end it is Batman with all-powerful means. You only need to check the people Sherlock knows well and the people who have been in contact with him recently, and he will find out. His existence, if he followed other clues, he would always take off his vest.

But what can he do?Didn't Sherlock reason quickly, it's too late for him to gag!

Cyril could only think bitterly, anyway, he wasn't there when Bruce knew about it, and he couldn't see Bruce's eyeballs falling out of shock, as long as he couldn't see it, he could pretend he didn't know !

What a deception...

Sherlock snorted, love is really troublesome, but it is interesting to investigate the case.

"I'm going back to the UK in two days. I've already had enough fun, but I've been busy with McCoff's work and it's been delayed until now."

Sherlock gave a flat "hmm".

Cyril's "energy" came up, "Hey, aren't we considered friends? Your reaction is so flat when your friend left?!"

"Friends? I have no friends."

Cyril abruptly recognized Tsundere from Sherlock's voice, and it really was a cat-type man.

"Not a friend?" Cyril played with his fingers. "According to your personality, you don't consider me a friend but introduce me to places to play? You don't consider me a friend, but you still gave me contact information?" His eyes Picking at Sherlock, full of ridicule.

Sherlock said stubbornly, "I just think you're a little bit smarter than those goldfish, so it's..." Cyril added with expectant eyes, "You're a smarter goldfish."

Cyril laughed, "Okay, I can leave the day after tomorrow."

Sherlock turned his head away and walked away, telling him what to do, he would definitely not deliver it.

Cyril came to Oxford with a mentality of looking back at his mother and Charles, well, father, at their former school life.

Such a century-old prestigious school has a profound historical background, and the British classical atmosphere also makes Cyril feel very touched. Occasionally, when he is literary and artistic, he also likes classical things very much.

As soon as he entered the school, he saw a tall signboard, which introduced the news that the famous American psychologist was coming to Oxford University to give a lecture. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so Cyril followed the instructions of the signboard to find the auditorium and listen in.

"...The middle period of youth is a critical period for maturation. At this time, your psychological development is still immature and your emotions are still unstable. It is easy to cause psychological conflicts, conflicts between ideals and reality, conflicts between reason and emotion, etc. I want to be there Many of you must have felt the taste of love..." In the lecture, a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes was conducting a psychological analysis of college students, his voice was very magnetic, and he spoke in a very elegant and full of Nordic aristocratic temperament.

Cyril was deeply impressed by this elegant gentleman's temperament. In fact, Cyril himself wanted to be a gentleman before, but due to his personality, he could only be a literary youth at best.

He listened carefully to the man's speech with an attitude of admiration, and flipped through the promotional pamphlet, which contained a brief introduction to the psychologist.

Hannibal Lecter, Lithuanian, resident in New York, USA, top psychologist in the United States, vice president of the xx Psychological Association... Anyway, it is a bunch of titles that look particularly powerful, but one thing that caught Cyril's attention is that this Mr. Lecter is an expert in assisting the fbi and has helped the fbi solve many cases.

Cyril was even more respectful. He was good at playing smart, but he was really bad at solving crimes and investigating. This psychologist still lives in New York, maybe he can find this expert to understand psychological problems.

Cyril himself knows that his love psychology is very tossed, and he is not suitable for dating. He yearns to be loved, but is also afraid of being loved; he likes to have intimate contact with his lover, but is afraid of intimate contact. If so, his future significant other will probably be able to go to Xitian Bliss.

However, Cyril murmured in his heart, the name Hannibal is so familiar, it seems that he has heard it somewhere, and this familiar feeling seems to be a long time ago, could it be that he heard it in his previous life?

After the lecture, Hannibal will stay for a while to accept questions from the students present. Everyone can freely talk about their psychological problems. Facing a group of college students’ questions about society and future development, Cyril feels that he can speak out right now. This love question is a little embarrassing, so let's find this expert for a private chat after the end.

Hannibal took his briefcase and walked out of the auditorium. There were still a lot of people and it was quite noisy, but he had the feeling that he was being watched. He took a few steps calmly, and the sound of a trot followed behind him. Come up "Hello, Mr. Lecter."

Hannibal turned his head slowly and smiled, "Hello, classmate."

Cyril smiled awkwardly, he is not a student at Oxford, he just came to observe. "I'm sorry, I'm actually an American. When I came to Oxford for a visit, I happened to hear your lecture just now, and I admired it. Your lecture is really wonderful!"

Hannibal said in a warm voice, "Thank you for your compliment." The tip of his nose moved slightly, smelling the fresh and tender lamb.

Cyril suddenly felt a chill all over his body, he didn't take it seriously, and continued, "Actually, I live in New York too. I just saw that the brochure also said that you live in New York. I want to consult you when I return to New York. Can you ask some questions?" The main reason is that there are people coming and going here, so it's not convenient for him to say anything.

Hannibal's brows and eyes widened, "Of course." He took out a business card from his pocket.

Cyril took the business card with both hands very politely, "Thank you, I don't know when you will return to New York, and I may have to go to your institute to bother you."

"I shall be in London for three more days."

"Ah, then I will call you in advance to make an appointment, sorry for the trouble." Cyril has always been polite when facing unfamiliar people.

"It's okay, this is my job." Hannibal pursed his lips and showed a smile, his eyes were also very warm.

Cyril couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this gentleman is really a real gentleman.

"Steve?" Cyril didn't expect that he would receive a call from Steve while he was drinking in a cafe. You must know that they haven't been in touch since he moved suddenly a while ago and didn't tell Steve. At most, just chat casually on the Internet.

He also knew that his sudden move should have caused some psychological harm to Steve, so he didn't expect that Steve would call him suddenly today.

"Cyril." Steve's voice on the phone was as pleasant as ever, "When will you come back from England?"

"My flight tomorrow."

"I can come to pick you up, after all, it's troublesome for you to call a car." Steve said with Natasha's encouraging eyes.

Cyril was taken aback, "Use your little motorcycle?"

"I... S.H.I.E.L.D. recently assigned me a car." Steve's voice seemed hesitant.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s treatment is not bad." Cyril said casually.

Steve "…um."

(Director Fury, holding Steve's application for an increase in configuration and salary report, "..." The captain's learning is bad, and it's all caused by Tony Stark!)

We are friends after all, can't we be friends if we can't fall in love?Besides, what did Uli's big golden retriever do wrong? Didn't he just like him who is psychologically awkward?

"Okay, thank you." Cyril had just hung up the phone when he saw Bruce following Linda approaching a table next to him.

Cyrillic"……"

Surely he'd run into Bruce Wayne every time he was out on the phone with Steve?

Bruce "..." He didn't know that Cyril had actually come to England, and they met just now? !

(The information supplemented by Sherlock is protected by Mycroft, and it will be difficult for Batman to find out for a while, so he still can't think of the connection between Cyril and Sira.)

Linda looked at her boss, and then at her former subordinate and former boss. "Mrs." Of course, she refers to a serious relationship partner. It doesn't count if you change a female partner in a few days, and you can't wait to disappear in place.

Cyril secretly took a deep breath, and waved his hand, "Hello, Bruce."

Bruce also froze for a moment. After all, Linda had been by Bruce's side for many years, and she still knew the boss well. She knew that her boss was feeling complicated when she saw her old lover, so she still stayed here to find some sense of presence.

"Boss, I think the nearby dessert shop is pretty good. I'll go eat some cakes first and come over later." Linda slipped away quickly.

Cyril was in a complicated mood, and his brain short-circuited and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

He suddenly remembered what his friends said about him. At that time, he commented on himself, "Oh, I think I am often quite naive."

My friend commented objectively, "No, you are quite mature, you just like to make mistakes."

At this moment, Cyril felt that he had committed another crime.

Bruce showed his usual seductive smile, "Thank you then." He sat down on his own, "I'm curious, why didn't you spend a penny for the breakup fee you promised?"

It was indeed that Cyril lost interest in chatting as soon as he opened his mouth.

Cyril turned his head slightly to one side, with an arrogant expression on his face, "Because I'm not short of money."

"Then what are you going to do with the breakup fee?"

Sneered, "Not lacking money doesn't mean you don't want more money."

Bruce glanced critically at Cyril's coffee, "Is this the only thing you drink?"

"Didn't you also enter this store?"

Cyril knew Bruce's character too well, seeing him pretending to be aggressive, he acted impulsively, "Why are you doing this? Aren't you always kind, gentle and affectionate to your ex-girlfriends after you broke up with him? Aggressive, isn't it because you can't remember my old love?"

Bruce "..." He was speechless for a moment when his mind was poked.

"You don't need to be like this. I might not see you a few times in the future, and I won't have much contact with you in the future. I'm just a small shopkeeper. You are the chairman of Wayne. Don't you think it's cheap for me?" Cyril stood Getting up and preparing to leave, "I'm sorry, I can't invite you for this cup. I wish you a relaxing and happy stay in Gotham."

Just left Bruce sitting in his position with an unpredictable expression.

When Cyril walked out of the coffee shop and was blown by the cold wind, he felt that what he said just now seemed a little too much. Alas, he is actually holding a grudge. When he sees Bruce, he can't help but want to poke his sore spots, especially when he sees him being aggressive on purpose. How could the playboy Bruce show such a look, pretending to be so blunt.

He dragged his luggage and boarded the plane back to New York, goodbye, England.