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

"I don't think so. ’ You are very self-aware, ‘You know, if I rashly appear in front of him, it will definitely cause...how do you say that word?Blackening is blackening!He is very paranoid and not easy to get along with - besides, the little spider will go to practice with me, how should I lie if I really meet him? 』

[You haven't stayed with him before, how do you know he's not easy to get along with?All you have to do is make the impossible possible. 】The system said in a tone like a pyramid scheme, 【Think about it, you, as the host, have already come here, and you almost succeeded! 】

"Don't draw cakes for me, okay?" ’ You’re going to be annoyed to death, ‘Then you fix the problems that exist on Sherlock. 』

Originally, there was nothing to say between you as the host and one of the raiders, but now it is established without telling you with the bloody and lame reason of "a malfunction".

Who can stand this.

[Give me some time, and I will definitely settle it for you. 】The system said, and then it read another sentence, 【However, if you hadn't forcibly unlocked it, how could it have become like this? 】

Maybe it's because you've been in this world for too long, and you actually feel that the system's previously emotionless tone has changed at this moment.

You can now feel that the system must be secretly complaining about you.

"Then what should I do now? 』You have to ask the system.This matter is too difficult, you don't even know who to ask... In this world, there is no one you can confide in, and the consequences of losing your vest are worse than the end of the world.

The eternal Asura field, just thinking about it makes people feel dizzy.

So no matter how reluctant you are, the system is the only thing you can turn to for help.

...Although it is not very kind.

However, you have seen this kind of system of running away when things happen for a long time.As soon as you asked this question, the system took the initiative to cut off the spiritual connection between the two of you.

Run away, damn it.

The brown-haired man stood there staring at the two of you for several minutes, and couldn't think of what to say for a while.

The anger at Sherlock's refusal to treat him was already burning, and it was almost burning his nerves.But when seeing the current scene, those anger disappeared like water vapor for some reason.

"Uh, you..." After holding back for a long time, he pointed in the direction you were in for a while, frowning and trying to think about what to say, but his language organization ability unfortunately failed at this moment.

Sherlock's eyes flicked back and forth between you and John, and finally his indifferent eyes with a little regret fell on you.

He let go of you and quickly sat down on the sofa instead.I don't know if it's your illusion, but his posture is upright like a primary school student.

You kept that dazed expression on your face well, and you sat up too, but just when Detective Curly thought you would look at him, you looked at Watson.

You're sure your stare for help couldn't be more obvious.

You also saw the same helpless expression on Watson's face.

"...Can you tell me what's going on?" Your thoughts are still stuck on what the system said to you, and you feel that life is really deeply hopeless, and you are almost out of temper due to torture.

"It's a long story." Watson had no choice but to say to you, "Let's go out and talk. Now here—" He took a special look at Sherlock beside you, "It's not convenient."

If it is said here that Sherlock is sick, the patient will definitely start to argue that he is not sick with rigorous logical thinking, and eventually you and Watson will be involved.

Koko.

"We—er, me, Mrs. Hudson, Mary, Lestrade, they all think that Sherlock has some mental problems." The moment you walked out with him, you immediately closed the door , Put an end to the possibility of Sherlock coming out with you.

You think Sherlock is so weird right now - you don't even know how to get along with him.

Listening to what Watson said, you fell into deep thought for a while.

Then Watson continued to add: "He has been like this since—" He paused, "He has been like this for one night since he came back from a long trip. Obviously everything was normal when he first came back."

"...going away?" You carefully repeated the word he said.

"Who knows!" Watson seemed very dissatisfied with Sherlock not taking the initiative to tell him the itinerary now, "Maybe he was lurking in the underground organization as an agent again. He called this 'going away for a while'—according to me, just take a break." Fart heart! He was in a Russian underground for a while before!"

"Didn't he go to another city?" You feel that something is wrong, "For example, Gotham?"

Unexpectedly, Watson quickly denied it, "Gotham? No, he won't go there!"

The world is getting more and more magical.The events of that Halloween night have all been erased, and now the consensus is that his illness was due to an accident (perhaps) while going on a dormant mission, resulting in the current ironic aftereffect.

And you're the only one who knows the ins and outs of it all—it's all the system.

Now it's up to you to clean up the mess.

"So... what's the treatment plan?" You asked tentatively.

You know it all too well—there's no cure.Can only rely on the system for script repair.

Watson shook his head. "I didn't find the cause, but—although it's rude to say so, I must ask for one thing."

"What's the matter?" you ask.

"As you can see, he won't go anywhere except staying in 221b." Watson looked serious, "Can you help take care of him? You know, Mrs. Hudson can't follow him ...jumping up and down."

"Do I look like someone who jumps up and down? ? 』

This is the first thought in your mind.

"I will come regularly to observe his condition," Watson said.

History is always strikingly similar.Last time you had an excuse and were allowed to leave, this time, you have to stay here anyway.

Like the system says, you do have some responsibility too.

If you could find a better way of coping...then he might have avoided this situation.

You said yes.

The flag is set up to be broken.

You know this well.

So you run all the way here and push open the glass door, panting.When I walked in, I deliberately checked the time. It was 59:1, and I was late by [-] minute.You've seen other interns get their badges and go in.And the second fact you realize is that the little spider came later than you, definitely and definitely late.

It is estimated that he went to fight for justice again.

The staff will lead you to the office on the left side of this floor to get your own badges—even though you are interns, you will still be issued this. Osborne Enterprises.

After you have been standing at the door, the security guard explained the situation, and then he led you into this office—the desk was covered with orange work cards, and a black-haired woman was sitting in the office.

She has straight bangs and looks more classical, but for some reason it gives you a mysterious feeling.You always feel that she seems a little familiar, you may have seen her somewhere.

When you first came in, you saw the name on the office door: Felicia.

Originally, you just wanted to quickly find your job card and flash people, because you were really embarrassed and a little nervous when you met the unkind eyes of these two strangers.

"If I knew it, I would have come earlier..." When you think about being forced to play a number game with Sherlock last night, you can't remember how many times you lost.He painted all kinds of patterns and some simple letters on his face, and the crime tool is your own lipstick.

It's three o'clock in the morning and he is sleepless at all, pestering you, you are confused by his serious and clingy appearance.You can't remember how many times you have denied "I'm not your lover", but he was able to tell the complete process from the two of you to confirming the relationship.

Although it is a forgery, everyone except him knows that these do not exist, but when he speaks from his mouth that can only spit out the language related to solving the case, it has a different feeling in his heart—those experiences (some) are real. Yes, it's just that the final result in his mind has changed.

Sherlock Holmes isn't a good storyteller at all, but this time... if you weren't [-]% sure it wasn't true, you'd almost believe him.

The consequence is that the two of you have been arguing about this matter for a long time, until you are so sleepy that you can’t even say a word, then you escape into your bedroom and say “I’ll talk about it tomorrow” ambiguously.

I hate to admit it, but you can't say enough about Sherlock.

So you go to bed very late, and you don't even get up on such an important day today.

It's too awful.

Unexpectedly, the work card with your name on it could not be found no matter what, and your long search made the other two people present a little unhappy.

"Miss, if you're not an intern in our company, don't waste your time here." Felicia's voice didn't fluctuate, but you could feel keenly that she didn't like you.

"I really am," you answered her, "I can show you my ID card and student ID card, I passed the recruitment."

"I don't think the words of people who are late on the first day are credible." The decent smile on Felicia's face remains the same, but you can see her sarcasm towards you from it.

You really want to refute her and it's only a minute away, but you have a hunch that if you say something, she will complain even more.

So you were silent, didn't answer her words, thought for a while and said, "...Maybe someone took my job card on purpose and sneaked into the interns."

The security uncle said: "How is it possible? No one is so idle, you must be the one who pretended to come in!"

You don't bother to say a word to him and just start fumbling around in your carry-on bag for your ID.After a while, you put your hands in your coat pockets again, trying to find what you want.

But no matter how your fingers move inside, the hard card touch that belongs to the certificate has never appeared.

But you clearly remember that when you went out, you checked to see if you had brought all the important things.At that time, the certificate will stay safely in your pocket.

Is this the magic of lucky E?

Could it be because it fell when running over...

The dark-haired woman looked at you even more unkindly. It seems that both she and the security guard took you as a girl who deliberately pretended to come in to cause trouble for them and increase their workload.

God knows, that's not what you want at all.

...If I knew it, I would have come sooner.You are a little embarrassed, but this is still the first day of your internship, your work card was taken away by someone else, and you lost the certificate you used to prove your identity.

The atmosphere in the office was condensed and gloomy. Felicia didn't want to say a word at all—she was in a bad mood today.Her real job is to go to the top floor and become the new heir's secretary, not deal with a group of young middle school students here and hand them work cards.

And you inadvertently took her most wanted job.

The culprit who made her feel bad is you, but you didn't realize it—after all, Harry, who just inherited the family business not long ago, just rejected her request without a trace of suspense, and chose an intern on the list at random as his interim secretary.

It just so happened that when this young master caught a glimpse of your name, his eyes froze for a moment.

You will be the Chosen One.

You happen to be dealing with her at this time, so naturally she won't give you any good looks.

"Then I'd better go. I'm sorry for wasting your time." You said softly, and when you said the last sentence, you still looked up at Felicia who had been sitting in your chair without moving, "I will The documents were found quickly—”

The black-haired woman who had been looking at the phone screen raised her head after hearing what you said, with a mocking smile on her lips, she looked at you, and then at Mr. Security next to her.

"No, miss, you won't use it anymore." The uncle said to you.

you:?

If it was placed in the period before you accepted the task issued by the system, you would definitely not feel so sad when you heard the other party say this to you.But now it is not the same.

You have to... you hate to admit it, you have to be near Harry Osborn.

So at least you have to be in the Osborne Enterprises building, otherwise you have almost no chance.

Besides, you don't really want to go back to 221b yet.

"As far as I know, you don't have the right to fire an employee casually." Your attitude is rare tough.

"You're just an intern," the security guard pushed you out without any effort, and you had no room to resist.

"What are you doing?"

Just when you were about to be pushed out of Osborne Enterprises by him, someone spoke.

Both you and the uncle looked back——

Harry Osborn is standing not far away, just looking at you too.You also notice that he seems to be holding something in his hand.

Harry on this timeline does not appear to be any different from when he was in the boarding school before. The only difference is that his status has advanced.

From the heir of Osborne Enterprises to the president of Osborne Enterprises.

The moment your eyes met his, you turned away, and the security guard stopped pushing you, dumbfounded.

Harry looked at the ID card in his hand, the name on it was Jiri Reedus.

He had a little impression of this name. He remembered that when he sat in the office on the top floor for the first time, he impatiently picked up the list of interns full of names, and this was the first name he caught a glimpse of.

Oh, and he also refused to promote the original Felicia for this reason-the reason is quite ridiculous, just because he likes the name.

It seems that this is not just a simple name for him - those carried on it have (maybe) a place in his heart.

It's just that the new intern didn't arrive on time.But it didn't matter, and he didn't care too much.Originally, it was just a momentary interest, so naturally it doesn't matter whether you like it or not.

In his field of vision, your face overlaps with the one on the certificate.

You stay where you are, watching Harry get closer and closer to you.

"Here." He handed the ID to you, and your eyes froze on his face for a while before reaching out to take it.

"Thank you." Your tone couldn't be softer.

"Come with me." He said this.You still don't understand the status, so you glanced around and found that no one answered his voice, so you pointed to yourself in disbelief, "Are you calling me?"

"Of course." His soft gaze in front of you became cold and hard again when he glanced at the security guard at the side.

Harry winked at the other party, and the other party stopped pestering you.

"But I don't have a job card." You whispered, and at the same time, you secretly had doubts in your heart.

Why is Harry acting like he doesn't know you?

"That's not important." The young man said lightly, and led you to the sightseeing-style transparent elevator, "Just follow me."

After entering, because there are only the two of you in this elevator, Harry's posture is relatively relaxed, and he is leaning against the railing inside.

"Nice to meet you." He usually had a cold face, but he smiled lightly when he came to you. "I'm Harry Osborn." You noticed a small smile on his left cheek. pear vortex.

As a courtesy, you also formally state your name.

"Just call me Harry," he said.

You responded, but still didn't say it.

After all, you are working for him now.

Given that you are in a lot of situations today, you are not ashamed to ask what your job content is.

An elevator with only two people always seems particularly quiet when they don't talk to each other.

You sneaked a few glances at Harry, and found that he was wearing a khaki V-neck trench coat today, and his casual attire did not look like the president of a large company.You have every reason to suspect that if other people who are not yet familiar with the heir see him at this time, they will definitely rush to ask for a phone call.

You didn't dare to get too close to him, so you stood on the side next to the elevator buttons.

His face was quiet and peaceful, and when he was not smiling, his whole aura was strong, and he seemed not very approachable—he was thinking about something.

But he's really pretty when he smiles.

"What are you doing?" You looked at him too nakedly.

You, who peeked at the bag being captured at the scene, quickly waved your hand and denied, "It's nothing, nothing."

Harry still had no expression on his face, making it clear that he didn't quite believe your words.

However, he took the initiative to defeat you in your pair of light brown eyes.

"It's here." He didn't delve into it, and walked out of the elevator after saying this.

top layer.

"Mr. Osborne—" When his soft eyes swept over you, you suddenly changed your words, "Harry, what is my job?"

Harry had clearly not thought about it.He didn't really know what a secretary generally did.

He is just a boy who has just inherited the family business and is not much older than you.

His ice blue eyes wandered around the spacious office, and finally took a stack of documents from his desk to you.

"Get them in order."

You snorted and took it from his hand, "...Then I'm leaving?" You were a little at a loss.

You thought you would follow the group of interns to see the latest scientific and technological achievements developed by Osborne Enterprises.I didn't expect... that's not the case at all.

Is the assignment of work also depends on luck?

"You—" he paused, "You just need to stay here."

you:?

"Don't go anywhere."

He clamped your shoulders, and you half pushed and sat on the sofa, with the stack of documents that Harry said needed to be sorted out by you on your lap, which is not really thick.

You almost have to wonder if you are here to work.

This Harry... seems to be easy to get along with.

You really want to ask the system what's going on now, why is Harry Osborn acting like nothing happened, like this is just the first meeting between you two.

It’s weird.

But the other party is sitting across from you now, so you have to bow your head and sort out these neatly sorted files.

After a while, you hear him speak.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-1923:31:56~2020-01-2022:50:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 chestnut;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!