New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

The sharp knife-like gaze shot out of the other party's blue-green eyes paused for a few seconds in the dim light.In the end, the end point of his gaze appeared——

He stared firmly at the hand you and the little spider were holding.

The look reflected in his eyes didn't seem to be any different from usual, it was still inorganic and indifferent.But you didn't dare to show your anger, and you were even so nervous that you unconsciously squeezed the hand of the young man beside you, causing the latter to show a slightly puzzled expression towards you.

Peter doesn't understand why you look so embarrassed when you meet Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Naturally, every movement you exhibit creates an inescapable cascade of butterflies.This effect is somewhat like continuous dominoes.In short, with your ability, there is no way to avoid it.

Even in the dark, the eyes of a famous detective still have the ability to see everything.

That little move of yours did not escape his eyes.On the contrary, his original inorganic eyes became sharper because of your movement, like icicles on the eaves in winter, so cold that your breathing stopped for a while.

Peter, on the other hand, was not affected by Sherlock's aura at all, and greeted Mr. Holmes, who was not easy to smile, very naturally and eagerly.

"Hey, nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes!" The six letters he was about to say to you in this silent night have been completely forgotten by him at this moment-he doesn't have to think about it for a while. It is easy to reveal, but it is a confession with a heavy weight.

Maybe the little spider thinks he's not ready yet.But... when I like it, every word says I like it.

"Uh...I mean, why are you here? Are you also here for the garden party?" The little spider even stepped forward and looked behind Sherlock very boldly, "Didn't Dr. Watson come with you? "

He has too many questions.And the moment Peter stepped forward, you quietly withdrew your hand——

You don't want to get too close to Sherlock.

However, it is another explanation for your actions to fall into the eyes of others.If you have the courage to look carefully at Sherlock's eyes at this time, then you will find that the ice has melted a little bit.

You hear Sherlock's deep, fast voice slowly wafting through the air.

"Yes, by the way, let's see if there is anything worthy of my attention in Gotham." Sherlock said.When he said this, his eyes swept over you again, and you shivered slightly because you felt his burning gaze on you.

Bingling hidden in his gaze, after his eyes shuttled back and forth between you and the little spider, finally took off the cold outer clothes on the surface, revealing the dark flame inside.

He, Sherlock Holmes, is angry now because of what you have revealed.

He carefully experienced the pain of tearing apart the bones and changing the skin, and tried hard to find out any knowledge about "love" from his extremely intelligent but rigorous brain, so as to summarize the influence you left on him. The part that cannot be glimpsed by the public for the time being.And you?

He no longer wants to repeat the evil deeds you committed to him in the spiritual world.

You have sinned forever in his heart.

You've tampered with his brain, which works so perfectly that it never does anyone extra favors.

"I really didn't expect to see you here. It's so fun to ask me to say Gotham, there are so many novel things here!" Peter suddenly opened his pocket as if because of a famous detective's words, and the sentence composed of countless words was just about to begin. It keeps coming out of there, swinging into your and Sherlock's eardrums.

"I suddenly remembered that I didn't take something! I'll go get it first—" You pretended to touch the small bag that was more decorative than practical, and said to the little spider pretending to be panicked .

Of course, a simple boy like Little Spider will obediently take the bait and believe your words.

He puts you first a lot of the time.Hearing what you said, he quickly said: "Oh, that's too bad, let's go back and get it together. Liz and the others are still there, so they shouldn't be lost."

You expected early on that he would say something like "Go back and get it together", and you quickly rejected him before he took action.

"Don't, don't, don't let you waste the good time now for me, I just go by myself!" You even emphasized the word "you" very thoughtfully, lest Sherlock take advantage of your language loopholes.

It would be nice if they both went away so you wouldn't have to suffer.

Wanting everything and getting nothing.

Seeing that Peter seemed worried and wanted to say something, you hurriedly said, "I'll be fine soon, and I'll come to see you. I'll call you when the time comes!"

The famous detective on the side remained silent.

Your heart is filled with a kind of fluke.You run as fast as you can, but for lucky people like you, the sky is always against your will.You just took two or three steps when you were stopped by a detective.

He said, "What did you drop? Describe its appearance. In such a dark place, it would be better for two more people to help you find it."

After hearing this, Peter quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, tell us about it!"

On the surface, Sherlock uses a question sentence. In fact, at the moment he speaks, your initiative here disappears—he is not asking for your opinion, but, he begins to speak when you say the first sentence. I know, you just want to use this excuse to run away.

He won't let you go so easily this time.

Your heart was lifted again, facing the different gazes of the two of them, you had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "A... burberry lip gloss. It is a transparent shell, and the cover is a black cuboid. But the base is dark. Red, with small print all over it."

You try hard to remember what a certain lip gloss of yours looks like, but you never really looked at it at all.The only way you can identify these lipsticks is the name of the brand emblazoned on the top lacquer, unless it has something really unique... like a camellia embossed on the base.

There is no one like Sherlock Holmes when it comes to seeing things.

He wants you to name the missing object and describe its appearance, just to test whether you are lying.Although... although he understood such an obvious fact from the beginning.

"But I really don't have to... I can find it myself. Don't waste your time because of me. I'm sorry!" You still don't give up. It's rare that the system didn't issue you a task this time, but it seems that history is always surprising. similar to.

The more you say it now, the more it seems to be covering up in Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock didn't say anything, but his steps were already heading in the direction you and the little spider came from.

You have no choice but to follow him.

But... how did he know that the place where you were just now was dark?

Is it—

You suddenly thought of something, and your pupils shrank into needlepoints.

Could it be that when you were playing that shameful game, he was also there, watching you secretly?

This idea is so bold that you shake your head in horror, trying to get these messy thoughts out of your mind.

Seeing your expression, the little spider walking beside you asked you with concern: "What's the matter? It seems that you haven't been in a good state since Mr. Holmes appeared... What's the matter with you?"

You groaned, and when you spoke, you sneaked a glance at Sherlock who was walking in front, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, I just... don't know how to get along with him."

Seeing this, the little spider stretched out his hand to touch your head, but put it down for some reason, patted your shoulder instead, and comforted: "It's okay, in fact, Mr. Holmes is a very nice person."

You didn't know how to answer again, so you could only hum inexplicably and continue walking.

Originally, the street lamps in this venue were scattered, which naturally made your figure hidden in the night.And you can just take advantage of this darkness to cover up your inner thoughts from being discovered by Sherlock.

And now, for some reason, it seems that someone has turned on all the light switches in this huge venue, and the street lights around this dark water are all lit up, and the sudden light makes you invisible.

This light came oncoming, stretching your shadow very long, and your steps were extremely slow, as if someone was stepping on your shadow to make you unable to move.

If that's the case.You can't help but think.

You never lost a burberry lip gloss or anything.There are not many things you carry with you, and you usually put them in your bag shortly after you take them out.

You are simply looking for an excuse to leave.

Sometimes you can trick yourself into a certain levity for a while, pretend you're a part of the world, pretend you're having the same amount of time as these extraordinary beings.You can also trick yourself into enjoying their natural affection for you without having to give anything up - after all, it's pretty simple, isn't it?You just need to take the scumbag script and follow it.Even if you do this directly, the system doesn't have to issue you some tasks to push you away.

Will you be happier than you are now?

And the only step to obtain such happiness is: trample on everyone's sincerity.

But you don't.

You have neither taken the privilege of being born to be loved for granted, nor have you truly taken a single step to pursue the love of your heart.

That's why—why you walk on eggshells, so carefully when you're faced with a choice.

You don't really know yourself.

Besides, do you really have the love in your heart?

Indeed, the beauty of these people who have broken into your life today is incomparable to ordinary people.Your attitude towards them may be different because of their respective personality traits, but they are all the same in essence - the same degree of concern.In fact, there is no one who can make you have a different heart fluctuation that is closer to love.

Some people are cold and conceited on the surface, but sincere and sincere on the inside.

There are people who are what they appear to be, and show their sincerity frivolously and honestly.

And you?

You won't be impressed that easily.

Sherlock walked ahead without any hesitation in his steps. Every step he took was confident, as if it was not the first time he had come here.

and many more……

The cloud of suspicion in your heart once again overwhelmed you disobediently.

You elbowed Peter beside you, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Holmes, have you been here before? Otherwise...how could he be so familiar with the road?"

It is not false that you will have such doubts.Although you have been walking around this lake almost all the time, if you are here for the first time, you will not know which entrance appeared on this winding road that you and Peter entered just now.

That absurd conjecture seems to have been verified in one way or another.

However, you are not particularly sure.After all, Sherlock is the kind of person who walks very confidently and confidently even if he doesn't know the way.

He was as proud as a king, except that the king was always throwing around his expensive, diamond-and-onyx, identifiable crown without paying attention.

People with noble souls don't need proof, that's superfluous.

Peter scratched his head, "I'm not too sure. How about I ask?" He was about to ask.

You grabbed his clothes without any hesitation, whispered: "Don't..."

You bravely walked a few more steps, this time you tugged at the hem of Peter's coat, and put the photo into the coat pocket with the other hand.

... lest a famous detective discover anything again.And you're not good at explaining.

"Here we are." Sherlock stopped at the entrance and said to you with a sideways face.

He's just stating a given fact, but he still looks... attractive.

The light hits his side, so the side facing you and the little spider seems to be covered with a light gray tone, hidden in shadow.You can't tell from his face whether he is in a good or bad mood tonight, but he habitually frowned slightly, his thin lips were pursed, and the small depression in the midsection between the peaks of his upper lip deepened.

This time you caught his gaze on your hand again, and hastily let go of Peter's coat.

He just looked away.

I don't know if your spirit is too tense, but you always feel that Mr. Sherlock Holmes at this moment is different from the past.You can easily smell his pheromones—he used to forcefully control his pheromones forever to prevent them from being smelled, and you are sure that his susceptibility period has passed.

You didn't dare to take another look at him, and immediately ran past him and trotted in.

Everything here is still the same as when you and Peter left more than half an hour ago.Those people in strange clothes are either lazily leaning in twos and threes, smoking and laughing at the table with weird food; Will be tired; or start one game after another with great interest like Liz and the others.

Those mellow red or golden wines evaporate in the air an ambiguous rose-colored champagne-colored alcohol vapor, and the closer you get to the table where the wines are placed, the more obvious you will see this scene.The steam blurred into your eyes, and then was dissolved by the air.

After breathing the fresh and condensed air outside, you suddenly realize that the air in the room is so stagnant, oppressing you invisible.

You paused for a while before remembering your business of turning back.

Find yourself Schrödinger's burberry lip glaze.

As soon as you turned your head, you were caught off guard by the detective's straightforward gaze.

He didn't start to help you find things like the little spider, but just stood quietly where you can see it when you turn around, with eyes that see through everything.

You stared at him for a minute or two, then hurriedly looked away and scanned the ground a few times.It's entirely because there is no silver 2 taels here.

You felt that his eyes still didn't leave you, so you simply took a few steps forward, until another stranger blocked Sherlock's gaze following you for you.

Then you hurriedly took out your lip gloss from your bag, pretending that you just found it, and even wiped the outer shell with a paper towel.

You didn't turn around immediately, but raised the things in your hand after a while, turned around and walked towards them.

"I think we can... go," you say.After speaking, he put the lip gloss into his pocket again.

You don't want Sherlock's eyes to rest on it for too long.

"That would be great!" Peter said sincerely, "I just want to take Yiri to a certain place, why don't you come with Mr. Holmes!"

you:?

Your mind is in a mess, and it is difficult to accept the sudden bad news.

Fortunately, you were still nervous for a long time, thinking that Peter would take you to some secret place to confess to you—and you have to think about countermeasures.It seems that you are worrying too much.Since he can also take Sherlock with him, it means that the place Peter is going to is very conventional.

As for why this news is said to be bad, it is naturally because the Shura field has changed from one person to two people.

You used to only have to deal with one person, but now you have to deal with two people at the same time.

Where there is a target to attack, it is the Shura field.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock agreed for the first time.

The three of you walk away side by side.At this point you are standing in the middle, and the two ends of the balance, that is, on the left and on the right are Sherlock and Peter, the detective and Spider-Man.

You have the same feeling that Ned shared: that you, too, have been played with by life today.

"Where are we going? You should tell me this time."

The atmosphere at this time was too strange, it was fine for Sherlock not to speak, but the point was that the little spider, who had always been talkative, suddenly lost his speech.This atmosphere seems to have been condensed into plastic little by little by some means, until it is so oppressive that you can't breathe.Therefore, you have to open your mouth and try to liven up the atmosphere.

There are very few times in Sherlock's life when he simply goes somewhere without purpose.It's his first time in Gotham, and he's clearly not here to solve crimes.This answer is too simple, just waiting for you to lift the paper covering it.

And Peter... He originally wanted to take you to a place that was more silent and deserted, and confide his heart to you.

Iloveu.

These six letters.

When I like it, every word really says I like it.This seems to be true - but it also needs to be based on the other party's keen observation.

Many heroes always bow down for love, and he is no exception.

Undoubtedly, the appearance of Mr. Detective was beyond his expectation.Two people turned into threesomes, and it seems that this confession has to be temporarily stranded.

"That's right there." You walked to the place where you took pictures of the strange couple again.Only then did you really observe the building in front of you - the red church.

"I just thought of it suddenly, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go!" Peter said.

You want him to know.You normally wouldn't turn down his offer.

To spare him a lost look in return for Halloween, you say yes.

The red church is just like its name, the decoration on the outside is rust red, but the outer edge of some parts of the wall has fallen off, and the red bricks are exposed, which looks a little dilapidated.

But at first glance, it is deliberately old, because this is one of the attractions of the Halloween venue.

Halloween has always been associated with ghost legends, so it's no surprise that such an attraction will be set up.The street lights that were turned on just now seem to have been set with a time switch, but now they are all turned off suddenly, and you can only observe everything in front of you by the moonlight.

It just so happened that the deep night was enough to exaggerate the horror atmosphere.

You took a step back calmly, just in time to bump into Sherlock - he was standing behind you, only a step away.

You made intimate contact with his chest for the first time, you turned your head to look at him, and before you could say a word, he held your shoulders and carried you aside.

Great, you're already starting to regret it.You shouldn't have agreed to Peter so hastily! !

Although you scoff at things like ghosts, you will never step into a haunted house on your own initiative.

No reason, even if you memorize the core values ​​of socialism, you will not take the initiative to step into it.

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But Peter has already reached the door, and he is about to open it. He looks at you: "What's the matter? Come in."

"Okay, okay!" You smiled at him.But maybe only you know, you smile so forcedly.Hearing your answer, Peter went in quickly.

"You're in a relationship." You suddenly heard Sherlock next to you say such an unfounded sentence, and it was a declarative sentence.He seemed convinced of this conclusion.

"Ah? I didn't." You reflexively denied it.

You are an innocent girl, where did you find your partner.

Without that dog system, you swear you would stay away from them!

"You didn't?" He asked back, and you could hear a kind of impatient childish emotion from his tone.

"Then, what is this?" His hand parted your hair, revealing the back of your neck.

Yes, the mark left on you by the little prince of Asgard has not faded.

It stands to reason that this faint trace should have disappeared long ago, but it hasn't for a long time.

Could it be that the traces left by the gods are more effective than the people on earth?

"This... was just an accident." You turned your head to look at him, and bumped into his eyes.

"Are you marked?" he asked knowingly.

"Absolutely impossible!" You started to get irritable, obviously Sherlock can know from your pheromone whether you have been marked or not, the obvious fact, but he still wants you to say it yourself.

His air pressure is obviously a little low tonight.It seems that a large part of it is due to you... Thinking of this, your attitude softened a lot.

"Now talk to me about that message?" Your mood gradually boils down to anxiety with every word he utters, "Otherwise, I'll bite you."

It's just a threat.

The threat of red fruit.

A detective held you closer, he held you in his arms, and you could feel his breath falling on the back of your neck like burning feathers.

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