[Comprehensive British and American] How agents solve the single problem

03

after an hour.

Harry Hart stood in the living room, looking at Phoebe who was carried by Merlin to the sofa.

The latter also looked at him with bright gray eyes. The white cat Phoebe knew Harry, and when Merlin couldn't get away to go home, it was Harry who helped add cat food.

So the little girl on the sofa was not afraid, but instead gave Harry a bright smile.

Harry: "The clothes I bought may not be the right size."

Merlin: "..."

Harry withdrew his gaze, and returned Merlin with a "Where are you thinking?" look.

"I mean," he explained, "you said you needed women's clothing, and the most logical answer I can think of is that Roxy was attacked and urgently called for your help."

Merlin understood.

This is the only assumption that makes the most sense. It doesn't matter if Harry brings Agent Lancelot's size.Roxy Morton was also a petite young girl, and a slightly oversized dress was better than Phoebe vacuuming her bathrobe at home.

"The point is," then came the question, and Merlin had a headache, "How to teach her to put on clothes? This is really ridiculous."

Harry: "You keep in touch with the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and you think it's ridiculous for people to become cats?"

Merlin was taken aback.

Harry would have forgotten it if he didn't mention it—it wasn't that the logistics officer had a bad memory, but that there were wizards in this world, which were completely outside the education system Merlin had received.

"You think it's the wizard's work?" he asked.

"Not sure," Harry replied truthfully, "I just have a few relatives of wizarding blood, I can't help but think of them, and you can write and ask the Aurors if they have such magic."

forget it.

The liaison officer at the Ministry of Magic is an old wizard who is about to retire. He can't even use the phone, and he even sends letters with an owl, owl!

If a wizard really wanted to kill him, his apartment would have been bombed before the letter was sent.

Merlin thought for a while: "Maybe you can ask your relatives."

Harry didn't mind: "I'll give it a try."

After speaking, he turned his gaze to Phoebe again: "So, girl, you can't talk, can you?"

When Phoebe heard this, she showed a puzzled expression.

She opened her mouth, faltering and uttering a lot of meaningless syllables, just when Harry gave up waiting to speak to appease, Phoebe spit out a formed word intermittently: "May, May...Merlin?"

Merlin: "..."

Harry was silent.

"At least for now," he said, "she's not pretending."

Phoebe: "Ah!"

The girl frowned, patted the sofa she was sitting on, and saw that she was about to get up.

How dare Merlin, he can't really let her crawl around on the floor!He hurriedly grabbed Phoebe: "What do you want to do?"

She flung herself into Merlin's arms as a matter of course, put her head on his shoulder and dangled coquettishly, and tried to rub Merlin's face with her cheek.

Merlin reached out and pressed Phoebe forcefully: "Okay!"

It's okay for cats to rub against people, but it's very problematic for a young girl to rub against people.

Phoebe stopped, very puzzled. She didn't understand why Merlin rejected her. It turned out that he was very happy when he was chatting.

Merlin: "Where do you want to go, show me with your finger."

Without further ado, the girl pointed to the kitchen.

The white cat's cat rice bowl is placed in the kitchen.

Merlin glanced at his watch, it was already past noon, and they hadn't had lunch yet.

So Merlin looked up at Harry: "Lunch?"

Merlin cooked a simple lunch: tuna sandwiches, french fries, and instant soup, and Harry was teaching Phoebe how to use a spoon while he brought the mayonnaise to the table.

Now he was sure the girl wasn't faking: a man could pretend he couldn't talk or walk, but she couldn't pretend he couldn't use a spoon.

Fortunately, Phoebe is pretty smart.

"Watch what I do."

Harry picked up the spoon and showed Phoebe the pose.Phoebe watched Harry's movements carefully, imitating his appearance, and picked up the spoon too.

"Forefinger and thumb hard," Harry reminded.

Phoebe tilted her head blankly.

It seems that I don't understand what the index finger is, after all, cats don't know fingers.Harry raised his index finger: "This is the index finger, and the one on the left is the thumb."

Now Phoebe understood.

After gripping the spoon tightly, whatever Harry did, she followed suit.Seriously, he put the spoon into the plate, scooped out the soup, and put it firmly into his mouth.

Harry: "Nice job, girl."

Phoebe smiled.

"Put your back up and you're a proper lady," said Harry.

Phoebe's smile disappeared instantly.

Apparently, the habit of cats makes her like to curl up into a ball, but white cats can roll on the chair unscrupulously, but humans cannot.Reluctantly, Phoebe straightened her back, held on for five seconds before collapsing.

Harry: "No."

Phoebe: "Woo."

Merlin couldn't laugh or cry, Harry's hobby of educating young people really couldn't be changed.

Yet Phoebe, sitting at the dinner table, looked like a decent person.She has a delicate appearance, with long blond hair slightly curled up, and a small stature. Even with only a men's bathrobe on her body, she can barely be regarded as a qualified lady.

Until she put down her spoon, grabbed the sandwich and devoured it.

Harry: "..."

Forget it, you can't blame her.Merlin was so shocked when he came back in the morning, completely forgetting that Phoebe hadn't eaten all night.

"So, what are you going to do with her?" Harry asked.

Merlin sighed.

He was also thinking about this issue. It was too inappropriate for a young girl to live in his house, but Merlin couldn't take her to the headquarters until he figured out the situation. What if she was really a dangerous person?

"I'm thinking," Merlin said, "maybe I can let Roxy take care of her temporarily."

Phoebe, who was eating, had a sudden meal.

She raised her head in disbelief, looked at Merlin and then at Harry, and realized that the two of them were discussing how to get rid of her without her own will, and immediately became angry.

Phoebe frowned, imitating Harry's tone just now: "No!"

Merlin:?

He looked at Phoebe, and the girl angrily put down the sandwich and repeated, "No, no!"

Speaking of which, she was struggling to climb down from the chair, but Phoebe couldn't stand at all, and the moment she supported her body with her hands, she fell crookedly to the ground.

Merlin hurriedly stood up and caught her.

"Phoebe!"

The man held down Phoebe who was struggling wildly, and said admonishingly, "It's just for a few days, when I find out—"

But Phoebe didn't listen to him at all.

She turned her head, groaned at Merlin's hand and bit down.

Merlin: "..."

Harry: "..."

It still hurts!

Presumably this is the way the human version of Phoebe protested. Fortunately, after becoming a human, she lost her sharp claws, otherwise the white cat would definitely be more ruthless in grabbing people.

Even Harry, who has always been dignified and decent, couldn't help laughing when he saw his old friend being bewildered by such a girl.

"Merlin," he couldn't help laughing, "I think that as an independent lady, Phoebe has the right to choose where she goes, not us."

"Ok!"

Hearing this, Phoebe finally let go of Merlin and nodded desperately.

Merlin: "..."

Obviously it was Harry who asked first, but now he's a good guy again!

And to ask Phoebe, can there be any other results.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.If she doesn't leave, Merlin can always ask someone else to take care of her. Kings/man's logistics officer is always much smarter than a little girl of unknown origin who can't even use a spoon.

Merlin: "You can stay, but you have to be obedient."

Phoebe smiled again.

She stretched out her hands and wrapped them around Merlin's arms, still showing her intimacy unscrupulously like a white cat—reasonably, doing so in front of Harry would be twice as embarrassing.

Merlin: "You can't do that now, Phoebe."

Phoebe blinked, then turned to look at Merlin.

"You're not a cat anymore," Merlin didn't even know if Phoebe realized it, "it's not appropriate."

But that wasn't an explanation at all to Phoebe, who looked even more puzzled than before.

It seems that there is still a lot to teach her.

Of course, maintaining a decent distance from the opposite sex is only one aspect of it.

The most important thing now is... Merlin looked at the cat rice bowl still in the kitchen, and suddenly thought of another point.

That means Phoebe can no longer use cat litter to solve physical problems, right? ?

"We still have to let Roxy come here." Merlin felt that it was a mistake to invite Harry, after all, he is also a man. "At least we need to let Phoebe understand the basic issues of men and women."

He was tactful, but Harry understood.

The current Arthur thought for a moment: "I think there is a more suitable candidate than Roxy."

Merlin: "Who?"

Harry: "Do you remember that a female CIA agent came to London?"

Merlin understood, he was the logistics officer, and he knew the details better than Harry: "You talked about the female agent who went to London to track down the child abductors."

Harry: "To be precise, quite a few of the trafficked women are no longer children."

There is such a thing.

When the CIA came, it also sent a request to Kings/man for help. At that time, Merlin appointed Roxie to help, so he knew exactly what the CIA was chasing: an Eastern European criminal organization that trafficked a large number of underage girls between the ages of 12 and 17. Then it is sold all over the world.

Now that this criminal organization has been destroyed by the CIA, the female agent Susan Cooper stayed in London to take care of several young girls who lost their ability to take care of themselves.

She was really fit to help Phoebe.

Merlin thought for a while: "I'm looking for her contact information, and I hope Ms. Susan Cooper will have time."

this afternoon.

CIA female agent Susan Cooper arrived as scheduled. She was a good-tempered and fat beauty. After entering Merlin's apartment, she said helplessly: "Take care of the little girl, you should hire a nanny instead of—"

The following words came to an abrupt end when he saw Phoebe.

According to Merlin's description, Susan took it for granted that a little girl who couldn't take care of herself was only about three years old.

But the girl sitting on the chair was young and beautiful, with fair skin, a pair of gray eyes under the blond hair followed her curiously, and she was wearing a bathrobe, with a pair of calves dangling carelessly.

Susan: "..."

Susan, who had just settled several abducted girls, took a deep breath.

"Who did this?!" she asked in disbelief.

Harry looked at Merlin without hesitation.

Merlin:? ?You wait!

However, Susan didn't give Merlin a chance to explain. The gentle and generous lady was outraged: "I really didn't expect that! All the stinky men look decent, but they are actually wretched and obscene. Are you so short of a bed partner?" Merlin, actually attacked an underage girl!!"

Merlin: "..."

Can you stop doing this!