Wake up every day as a superhero

Greg Lestrade woke up from hunger. Too many things happened today, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening when he woke up from hunger.Lestrade rubbed his stomach and got up from the bed, he sighed that it was good, now he still needs to forage, and he went to have a drink by the way, just to calm himself down.

He picked up his mobile phone from the bedside table. There were more than 20 text messages on it, thirteen were from that bastard Sherlock Holmes, the remaining seven were from his subordinates, and there were some miscellaneous ones.

Lestrade's heart skipped a beat when he saw the reminders in those text messages. He wondered if he had exposed something, but it was impossible. He was wearing a hat and deliberately avoiding the camera. No one should be able to recognize him. .

Feeling nervous, Lestrade clicked on those text messages, thank God it wasn't that he was discovered, it was Donovan who reminded him not to forget tomorrow's meeting, and asked him about the robbery that happened today ?After all, the robbery happened near his home.

Lestrade patted his chest, luckily!He crackled and began to reply to Donovan's text messages. He lied that he was out on a date today and didn't know about the robbery here. By the way, he asked Donovan if he knew something.

In fact, what Lestrade wanted to find out was whether he was captured in the surveillance video.

After replying to Donovan, Lestrade clicked on Sherlock's text message, well, the little bastard was bored again, and asked him if he had any interesting cases.

Lestrade answered Sherlock with a row of no!This little bastard is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and he is looking forward to a case. God knows how long the previous murder case kept him busy.

Lestrade put on a more casual shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and whistled proudly. He was going to the bar to admire beautiful women or handsome men. love object.

When Lestrade opened the door of the apartment and was about to step out, he saw a man in a three-piece suit standing at the door of their house. The man put down his hand that was about to knock on the door and looked at Lestrade in surprise. .

Lestrade was taken aback by the man, "Mai, Mycroft?!"

The three-piece man smiled, "Hi, Mr. Detective."

Mycroft Holmes, another Holmes raising his eyebrows to indicate that he can go in?Lestrade immediately staggered to let him in, and Mycroft gave Lestrade a lot of glances. The shirt was a little translucent, and the two buttons on it were unbuttoned, which aroused people's imagination.The bottom/ dark jeans perfectly set off Lestrade's long/legs and puffy butt/butt, so this guy is ready to go to the bar.

"Are you going out, Mr. Inspector?"

"No..." When he said no, the man raised his eyebrows again, as if he had seen through himself, "Okay, I said yes, I'm going to have a drink."

"Then it looks like your plan is going to be scrapped."

The brashness he said made Lestrade grit his teeth when he closed the door. Mycroft put on his slippers and went into the living room consciously. Lestrade closed the bedroom door. He couldn't let McCoff see The hoodie that was thrown on the floor, this guy is so smart and can easily deduce everything.

"Well, what about a late-night visit? My dear Mr. Holmes."

Very well, his activities tonight were completely disrupted by Mycroft Holmes, Lestrade covered his stomach, at least let him have a full meal before talking!He did some strenuous exercise in the afternoon.

"It was Sherlock who asked me to come and see you. He said something might have happened to you."

In fact, when McCoff said this, he felt a little helpless. If Sherlock hadn't bombarded him with text messages while he was working, according to his inertia, he would not have come here after work. I want to sit on the comfortable sofa at home and enjoy red wine.

But...Since Lestrade is his favorite type, it is considered willing for Mycroft to sit here.

Lestrade twitched the corners of his mouth. He looked at Mycroft and said, "When did that little bastard have persecution paranoia?"

"Mr. Inspector doesn't want to admit it, but this is Xiali's way of caring about people."

care?Lestrade twitched his mouth, although he indirectly admitted that it was Sherlock's concern, but can that guy expect him to be better? He just fell asleep and didn't see Sherlock's text message, and it became a text message in his mouth. In an accident, if he disappears for a while, Sherlock will probably be able to investigate whether he has been dismembered privately.

Lestrade sat on the single sofa, "Then do you think I've completed the task if I'm alive and kicking now?"

Lestrade was about to issue an eviction order, but of course Mycroft was not only here for this trivial matter, he had other things that he needed to talk to Lestrade about.

"Mr. Inspector, apart from visiting you today, I have something else I want to ask you."

In Mycroft's eyes, Lestrade is Sherlock's guardian. His good brother, Sherlock Holmes, doesn't listen to him at all. The Scottish inspector of the case, by the way, was also Sherlock's savior before.

"you say……"

I don't know why Lestrade has a feeling of early death and early life. His impatience was seen by Mycroft. He noticed that Lestrade kept rubbing his stomach, and his expression was a little sad. There was no meal in the room. So it is very likely that Lestrade has not eaten his dinner.

Mycroft put his hands in his pockets, and he used blind typing to send a message to Anthea, asking her to prepare a dinner and send it over immediately.

Lestrade already knew that Mycroft came because of the little bastard, so he also came to inquire about the latest case.In the past week, Sherlock has been in a state of excitement, because he encountered an interesting and difficult case. Sherlock found the murderer through clues and was able to solve the case.

"I heard Sherlock was injured?"

Lestrade nodded, yes, Sherlock entered the suspect's territory before them, and the two clashed. The murderous demon wanted to get rid of Sherlock, and Sherlock alone was not good. Damn it, Sherlock still hurt his arm between you and me.

After listening to Lestrade's explanation, Mycroft knew that this person might have misunderstood him. He didn't come here to ask questions. This was just a tired brother discussing the troublesome brother.

Anthea delivered the food quickly, and Lestrade didn't show any politeness to Mycroft, but while he was eating, McCoff's eyes never left him.Originally, when it was delicious, it was boring to be seen by others, but McCoff realized his impoliteness and immediately apologized.He was just admiring Lestrade, and by the way, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Lestrade had some little secrets that he didn't see.

"Mycroft, looking at me like this makes me feel like you're in love with me."

Lestrade was joking, of course, and although he didn't care whether his future lover was a man or a woman, he didn't have any thoughts about Mycroft now, although he was a charming gentleman.Lestrade was almost tempted by Mycroft, but since McCoff was an "insignificant" government official, and he was an ordinary person, he thought there needed to be some distance between them.

"Perhaps what you think is true may not be."

Mycroft's words were like a bombshell, and Lestrade was stunned. He choked on the steak he had just eaten.Lestrade coughed violently but still held the fork in his hand, and Mycroft didn't expect that he would scare Lestrade, so he immediately handed the water in front of Lestrade...

After recovering, Lestrade silently hid the fork that he accidentally bent, because he was too excited just now to control his strength.But to be honest, talking to Mycroft was really exciting, and the possible answer almost made him spin.

"Don't make such a joke, Mycroft."

Mycroft shrugged. It was obvious that pursuing someone did not happen overnight. Perhaps his way of expression was relatively secretive, so it was normal for Lestrade, who was half a goldfish, not to know.

That night Lestrade had indeed been greatly frightened, causing him to sleep unsteadily, his mind was full of things that Mycroft said he liked him, and even Lestrade dreamed of The wedding of himself and McCoff.

So Lestrade was completely woken up by his own brain hole. He jumped up from the bed, sweat was all over his forehead, he thought he really had a nightmare, and McCoff Getting married... It's scary to think about it.

Lestrade touched his wrist. He didn't know why he woke up this morning with a backache. Does Spider-Man have such a backache every morning?

Lestrade rubbed his waist, is it really because of his age?

"Damn it, why are you late again?"

"Late? How is that possible."

After Lestrade answered that sentence, he felt a bit of coolness, because he knew that no outsider could appear in his home. If someone talked to him, there was only one possibility other than a thief, and that was...

Lestrade was an atheist, so he couldn't believe that he heard the voice of a ghost, and how could the ghost say that he was late.

"That bitch! How dare you seduce my boyfriend, I'm going to kill her!"

This time Lestrade heard a woman's voice, or a young woman's voice. Lestrade rubbed his arms, murdering and breaking the law, and since a man can be seduced, it is because his will is not firm.

Lestrade got out of bed quietly, clenched his fists and tiptoed towards the door. He already suspected that robbers or thieves had entered his apartment.

He is confident now, who told him to be Spider-Man now!

Lestrade slammed open the bedroom door, but the living room outside was empty, and there were no thieves or gangsters he imagined.Lestrade frowned, so he was hallucinating just now?

"Hi, is anyone here?"

Although he is an atheist, he can become Spiderman overnight. It is also possible that there are ghosts in this world.

It's just that no one answered Lestrade's words, and the only sound in the room was Lestrade's own breathing.

Lestrade scratched his head, it's fine, it should just be that he didn't wake up and had auditory hallucinations just now.

He checked the time and it was true that he had overslept, so Lestrade wanted to use his own spider silk to get the milk out first, and he needed to go out within 10 minutes.

It's just... nothing happened, not a single thread came out of his wrist, as if overnight he became that ordinary person again.

Greg Lestrade put his hand on the wall, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of static electricity, his lips moved and a smile appeared, well, he became an ordinary person again, the life of an ordinary person survived With the lives of ordinary people, Spider-Man is nothing but a dream.

He still took 10 minutes to wash up and go out. Since there was a small problem with his car, Lestrade chose to take the subway.

Lestrade was standing in the subway with his sandwich. He looked outside and thought about what he was going to do today. He hoped that today would not be too busy. He still had a kind of exhaustion after strenuous exercise.

Lestrade felt a little proud of his feat of becoming Spider-Man yesterday, a day of a superhero, which is something that many people dream of experiencing.

"The life of ordinary people is really good!"

Lestrade thought he was an ordinary man again, but...

"*! This man is so hot! Ass/ass is so t/m/d up!"

Well, apart from this strange auditory hallucination, he is still an ordinary person.