Wake up every day as a superhero

"Good morning, sir, your breakfast is ready for you."

Lestrade opened his eyes in a daze. He hadn't noticed the difference at home today, but when he reached out to get the clothes by the window, he couldn't find them after a long time.

Lestrade woke up in an instant. He opened his eyes and looked at the coat and trousers hanging on the hanger, and the neatly ironed shirt hanging on the other side. He felt like he was at home again.

"Sir, I don't want to remind you, but you still have 10 minutes to eat and 5 minutes to wash up."

Lestrade thought it was his telepathic ability, so he didn't take it seriously, and he was still sighing in his heart that he probably heard what the housekeeper said...

Wait, he can only hear the thoughts of others, not the words that have been spoken.

Lestrade turned around quickly, and saw the behemoth in his room, the behemoth he had just ignored.

Lestrade's eyes widened, and he rubbed his cheeks with both hands, oh my god, he read it right!This is... Iron Man's armor!

When Lestrade looked at the armor, the armor seemed to sense that Lestrade's eyes had turned his head, which made Lestrade couldn't help exclaiming, this is so handsome!

When Iron Man appeared, Lestrade felt that he was definitely the most handsome superhero in the world, bar none!This is exactly his childhood dream, steel armor!

Lestrade leaned forward cautiously. He was thinking about whether this was an early Christmas gift. Just as he reached out to touch the armor, the magnetic male voice just now sounded in his ear.

"Sir, you are going to be late, my suggestion is that you'd better shorten the time you go out to 10 minutes, and I will pack your breakfast for you."

If Lestrade heard the voice correctly, it came out of the armor. He opened his mouth and saw Iron Man's armor reaching out, holding his shoulder, and then pushing him into the bathroom.

It wasn't until Lestrade finished washing that he was sure it wasn't a dream. Iron Man's armor appeared in his home!It was still golden and shiny, and looked extremely expensive.

"Is this my Christmas present?"

"Sir, it's clear that Christmas is still some time away."

That voice inside the armor ruthlessly debunked Lestrade's fantasies, but what the hell was it, if not a Christmas present?Does he go to hell every morning? !

"Sir, remember to bring the Bluetooth headset on your desk, I will be by your side at all times."

Lestrade nodded, he still had a feeling of living in a dream, and Lestrade found that his telepathic ability seemed to have disappeared, because he could not hear any sounds now.

"Sorry, what's your name? I don't know your name yet?"

The magnetic voice immediately replied upon hearing Lestrade's words, "Jarvis."

His name is Jarvis, Iron Man's AI butler, and a rare artificial intelligence.

"Now you need to go out, sir, and the armor is in the box at the door, together with your breakfast, please be sure to take them."

What Jarvis meant was obvious. Lestrade had to bring the armor that had been folded by himself to work today.

Five minutes later, Lestrade went out with a tiny bluetooth headset and a light box in his hand. His brain is still at rest. This is the third day when something strange happened around him.

When he woke up the morning before yesterday, he was Spider-Man. When he was shopping in the supermarket, he solved a few robbery criminals. Yesterday, he seemed to have the telepathy ability of mutants. Today, he has an extra set of armor in his home, and an AI named Jarvis takes care of his life.

Lestrade was standing downstairs in the apartment. Apparently, besides having an extra set of armor at home, he seemed to have some money. Probably... at least the sports car in front of him could not be leased even if it was leased. .

"Sir, here is your car and keys."

The man in a black suit gave Lestrade the keys to the luxury car with a smile. Before Lestrade could say anything, he heard Jarvis say : "Sir, that's the only way I don't think you'll be late."

"…Thanks, Jarvis."

Lestrade put the box containing the armor in his hands on the co-pilot seat, and he sat on the driver's seat rubbing his hands. If such a car is based on his salary, he can probably buy a wheel in his lifetime, no matter what he is today. Iron Man is still nothing. Being able to drive such a car for a day will make you money.

Lestrade stepped on the accelerator, a good car is different, you can tell the difference from the starting speed.While waiting for the traffic light, someone whistled at him. I have to say that today he has earned enough attention for this extremely luxurious sports car.

Lestrade arrived at Scotland Yard at the fastest speed, and Anderson had just parked his car. He was surprised that it was a tycoon who came to report the crime, but who knew that when the door of the luxury car that made him covetous was opened, a man got out of it. An extremely familiar person, his immediate boss, Greg Lestrade.

"Head..."

Lestrade was holding a heavy-looking box in his hand, and then waved to him, looking very happy.

Anderson pointed to the sports car parked there and said, "This is... your car?!"

Of course, this can't be Lestrade's, and he can't tell lies for his boring self-esteem, only to see the man shrugged and tilted his head and said: "Obviously the answer is no, this is a temporary excuse for a friend." I'm just driving for a day."

"Sir, you can say this is your car, and it can be yours whenever you want."

There was a hint of a smile in Jarvis's voice. He designed thousands of possibilities, but he never thought that Lestrade would give this answer.

"Oh no, Jarvis, I still have some self-knowledge."

Self-knowledge means that Lestrade knows that he can't afford such a car at all, and he is very satisfied to drive it once.

Anderson began to think about when Lestrade had such a rich friend. Lestrade glanced at Anderson and said, "Even if you are curious, I won't tell you anything."

"Boss—you can't be like this!"

Accompanying Anderson in the background is Lestrade's hearty laughter, which is his secret.

Donovan thought his boss was finally back to normal today, except for what Anderson said about Lestrade's sudden change of car.But that doesn't mean much, Donovan just laughs at Anderson's deadly curiosity, and curiosity killed the cat.

But Donovan knew that their leader looked... very happy today, Scotland Yard was not busy today, so after she looked through the glass into Lestrade's office, she found that their leader seemed to be talking to someone He was on the phone with a big smile on his face.To be honest, Lestrade loves Jarvis, the humorous AI. He knows a lot of things and speaks very well. Lestrade really enjoys chatting with him.

At the same time, what Lestrade likes more is that he can tell Jarvis about some things. He is ai who knows what it means to keep secret.

"Mr. Mycroft Holmes, you mean? It is undeniable, sir, that you are a charming man, and it is only natural that you should attract the attention of Mr. Mycroft Holmes."

In Jarvis' eyes, Lestrade is the best man in the world, and he deserves the best.

"No, no, Jarvis, I really don't think there's anything about me that Mycroft likes."

It was because Lestrade positioned himself in this way, so when he knew that Mycroft might be interested in him, he was a little... panicked.After all, they are people from two worlds. Mycroft Holmes holds great power in the British government, a gentle gentleman, and he is the little detective of the homicide squad in Scotland Yard. If it weren't for Sherlock, they wouldn't have any intersection.

"You shouldn't deny yourself like this, and Mr. Holmes' car has come downstairs to Scotland Yard. I think he wants to invite you to lunch."

All the surveillance cameras are Jarvis' eyes, so he can see everything.And just as Jarvis finished speaking, Lestrade's cell phone rang. Lestrade covered his eyes as he looked at the signature on it. It was really that guy Mycroft.

He took a deep breath, wondering if he should answer the call.

"Sir, you should answer this call, considering that Mr. Mycroft Holmes is very suitable for your requirements for a partner."

"Jarvis!"

If Jarvis were human, he would wink at Lestrade now to show his innocence, but please believe him, the fact that McCoff is eligible is really his conclusion after comprehensive calculation.

Under the "encouragement" of Jarvis, Lestrade answered the phone call of Mycroft.

"Mr. Detective, the car is downstairs, may I have the honor to invite you to lunch?"

Lestrade hesitated a little, but since the food at the place where Mycroft invited him to eat was delicious every time, he was willing to show his face at this time, no one would have trouble with the food.

"Okay, but Mr. Holmes, I still have half an hour before my lunch break, so I can only ask you to wait."

Mycroft's deep laughter came from the other end of the phone, "No, you just need to go downstairs."

Lestrade muttered something about diabolical bureaucracy, which made the man on the other end laugh even louder.

I have to say that the high-level officials are really overwhelming. Their chiefs are all vampires, and they would never turn a blind eye on weekdays, but Mycroft opened his mouth. Even the biggest boss of Scotland Yard Son will also give him the green light.

"It seems that you cannot refuse Mr. Holmes."

"Mute, Jarvis."

Of course he couldn't refuse, so Lestrade left work early with his suitcase in front of everyone's eyes, and just as he imagined, there was only the secretary of Mycroft in the car downstairs. Anthea, he knew that the busy man Mycroft would not come over in person.

"Hi, Mr. Detective, the boss is waiting for you in the restaurant."

Lestrade shrugged. He was used to seeing Anthea in the little black car every time. By the way, he was wondering if this was a small date.

"This is an appointment, sir, between you and Mr. Mycroft Holmes."