Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

Hi everyone, I'm Charles Xavier, Professor X.I don't really want to complain about my friend with the purple helmet and purple cape, nor do I want to think about what 'holding the EC flag' means in Jean's head, but, IMHO...

"Why are we going to Gotham for vacation! Isn't it good to live well?!"

I rubbed my temple with my right hand, and it hurt sharply there.

Next to Pietro and Wanda spread their hands, and then surrendered their eyes to Jean Gray.

"Clearly it was Qin who proposed to play in Gotham. She said that there is Batman from the Justice League in Gotham..." Wanda touched her face with her sleeve, and then showed a very strange expression.I didn't read her inner activities, but a strand of her thoughts just so accidentally ran into my mind:

Super Bat is delicious——

"With the liberty of asking, Wanda Maximoff, can you explain to me what a superbat is?"

I probably guessed what it meant, forced a smile, and looked at Wanda.My old friend's daughter cast her gaze at Jean with a guilty conscience, and the latter rolled her eyes, probably to let Wanda figure out a way to get over it.

"Professor, look at that screen!" Wanda suddenly shouted, pointing her finger at the big screen behind me.At that time, I thought it was just Wanda calling my attention to divert my attention. I naturally turned my head obediently in order to find a way for her to step down.But it was true that some bad things happened.

is the clown.

The Joker of Gotham!

"Professor, look, there is a little girl on it!" Qin shouted in surprise, and I looked at the screen again in astonishment. As expected, behind the clown was a very cute little girl, holding a dog with clown makeup. dolls.The kid didn't look frightened, and he wasn't obviously flustered.She just stood so still, it seemed that nothing could disturb her rhythm.

Confident, extremely confident.

"Professor!" Seeing me standing there so calmly, Pietro interrupted my thinking and hurriedly reminded me - what should we do. "It's so far, is it okay?" The silver hair on his head was messy, and his right hand was covering the small bag he was carrying. There was his goggles, Eric's birthday present for him.

What the hell time is this!I'm still thinking about this kind of thing!

"Scott, take me to..."

"Professor, no, look up." Scott, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out. I raised my head, and my fingers on my temples suddenly stiffened. "That little girl..."

The little girl held up a wooden warehouse conjured out of nowhere, and opened a wooden warehouse at the clown.The bullet cut the clown's face, and drops of blood ooze out.Mu Cang's recoil force was very strong, she stepped back a step or two, but her expression still didn't change a bit.

The clown laughed even more crazily, and the smile contained a kind of joy of finding the same kind!

"!!!"

Hank handed me the brainwave-amplifying helmet, and I held my breath and pursed my lips.

but……

What the hell did I see!

A... palace?

Off-white Gothic architecture, the spire of the dome shines brightly under the sunlight, reflecting transparent colored light.A brown stuffed teddy bear leans against a pillar at the entrance of the building, beckoning me friendly.

"Nice to meet you." A vague figure appeared in front of me, and then gradually became clear, "I'm Christina, from the UK."

"Me? I'm Charles Xavier, Professor X." I looked at her dark golden eyes, and those pupils were also like glass, shining brightly.

"I know," she said. "Thank you for your kindness, but I'll be all right."

She's a sweet little girl, I can see it on that cold screen.Of course, she is also very warm.

"Where is this?" I asked, and she walked in, staring at my hair.

"Don't you know?" She tilted her head, "Oh, maybe you really don't know."

"This is my memory palace, where my memories are stored."

"That's really cool." I looked around and saw the clear stream, reflecting the dark blue sky.That pure blue, better than the big Rubens panel.

"It's not really good, it's too big," Christina said. "It's so hollow, I don't even want to go in there."

"I feel very good," I pushed the wheelchair forward, "The sky is blue, the grass is green, and you are very cute."

"Come with me." She turned her head, and the door of the memory palace opened in response, and the silver-white halo spread like water waves.I followed closely.

These are all her memories, locked in doors.We wandered aimlessly over cold marble slabs, up a spiral staircase, and finally came to the end of a corridor.

"This is my family," Christina said. "They're all fine."

"That's my big brother Mycroft, fat man, the goddamn devil."

"Second brother, Sherlock, is very kind to me and my sister."

"Ollos, my sister," she pointed to me, "Charlie forgot me and Rose, but Mike didn't want him to remember—I understand, because neither I, nor Rose, would do anything for Charlie. Good."

"Xiali, it's the spring of the Sherlock Holmes family. Rare... low IQ." Christina pursed her lips, but her face was still filled with a happy smile. "I shouldn't exist in this world, Charles, you know that?"

"I'm superfluous."

There was sadness in her eyes, endless sadness.

"I know, too much."

I can't comfort him at all, because I have never had a memory palace.

Also, Christina,

——What the hell do you know?

"Professor!" Wanda's voice woke me up from my deep sleep. Jean and Scott stood behind my wheelchair with worried faces.

"I'm fine." I smiled, and on the screen, the Justice League Batman was long overdue.Christina shot at the camera, and Gotham once again fell into a long-lost silence.

"Christina?" I tried to reach her telepathically. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not good," she replied, "and here comes my nasty brother."

"It's the Big Devil Fatty I told you about."

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