[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

"Cuckoo."

Crisp chirping.

There are not many pigeons in New York. Except for designated parks, it is difficult to see pigeons roaming freely in the streets and alleys. For tall buildings like Stark Tower, it is even rarer.

Stark instinctively felt something was wrong.

It's more than ten o'clock in the evening now, the pigeon is night blind, how could it be so late and still flopping outside.

Thinking about it, Stark felt a little tired and yawned.

It's ten o'clock in the evening. According to the original plan, Stark would go to the laboratory to stay for a while before going to bed. If there were no special circumstances, he would simply wash up and go to bed at twelve o'clock.

However, today's situation is a bit special, he can't wait until twelve o'clock, and now he wants to bury his head in the bed.

Not sleepy, just stuttering.

My head began to empty automatically, and I couldn't help but want to cuckoo.

What's going on here?

Stark instinctively felt something was wrong.

The genius's brain instantly went into strike mode, and soon he fell down on the sofa, hugging the soft pillow, and began to be in a daze.

What am I doing?

It's a waste of time and a waste of life!

However, he just couldn't get up, and he couldn't think of resisting.

He could feel his spirit melting, had he seen the butter on the pan?Just like that, it bubbled, began to melt, and gave off a sweet smell.

"Cuckoo~"

The crowing of pigeons was still ringing outside.

Stark was sure he wasn't sleepy at all, but he wasn't exactly awake either.

Stark took out his mobile phone, flipped through news, novels, or other things, pushing various recommendations in the chat software meaninglessly, swipe back and forth, aimlessly, and his mind went blank.

Obviously there was nothing he wanted to see, but his fingers were still fiddling.

I should get up, or just go straight to sleep.

This is the correct use of time.

Stark is well aware of this.

But he just couldn't stop flicking the phone screen meaninglessly.

Just when he started to think about whether he should take the time to call the people on the magic side, his mind began to wander about whether he should have a supper and what to have for breakfast tomorrow.

The pigeons, which had been quiet outside for a while, suddenly made a strange cry.

"Gu..."

The voice became lower and lower, as if screaming and suddenly fell asleep.

Stark was attracted.

Then I saw lightning flashing outside the window, it seemed that there was a problem with the circuit, and then the entire Stark Building's circuit was completely offline, and the whole building went dark.

The network is also GG.

After three seconds, it was still pitch black.

The backup power was not brought online, neither was the network system.

This building uses clean energy and is independent of the city's power grid. It is absolutely impossible to cut off power due to some ordinary things, let alone the network system, which is Stark's key protection object.

unusual.

What's even more unusual is that he's still fucking paralyzed on the bed!

Stark growled internally.

A lazy growl.

"Meow—" there was a drawn-out meow.

Something out of the ordinary woke Natch up.

With the cat meowing, Stark felt his mind wake up instantly, and his laziness subsided immediately. Immediately, a carp jumped up from the bed, ran to the living room and hugged the little black cat.

"Something must have gotten into my head just now." Complaint.

Natch looked at Stark, his eyes half-closed, apparently still awake.

[It is the passive skill of 'Gentleman Pigeon'. 】

The projection state of the jewel-shaped projection device is determined according to Naqi's thinking. At this time, the projected letters are wobbly, loose and loose.

Apparently, Naqi's spirit was also caught in a "cuckoo" just now, and he has not fully recovered.

The little black cat yawned big.

"What's the matter with the circuit and network???" Also fished?Can this thing still affect the circuit? ? ?

[I don't know.Might be 'goo' too...?Our abilities often passively interfere with electronic equipment. 】

Naqi didn't understand the principles of this aspect very well, so he could only give a general idea.

So Stark put down the little black cat, let the nano armor cover his whole body, and flew out to check.Naqi followed and also ran to the rooftop.

I saw gentleman pigeons squatting on the edge of the roof.

Close your eyes and shrink your neck.

Just fell asleep.

Stark: ...

He hovered in mid-air, turned his head to Naqi's direction, and pointed at the pigeon, meaning: this guy?

Natch nodded.

Although I don't know why this guy fell asleep here, but it is indeed the chief culprit that made everyone sneak away and even cut off the power of the building.

Natchy jumped up and walked to the upper right corner of the "K" in "STARK".

Gentleman pigeons squat here to sleep.

Naqi went up and poked it with his paw, but the thing didn't move at all, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of waking up.

Based on this vigilance, it is no wonder that I have to find such a high place to sleep, otherwise half of my sleep will be played by wild cats without knowing it.

Natch pushed again.

The gentleman pigeon still didn't wake up, but something slipped from its back.

This guy rolled down unprepared, Naqi was taken aback, before he had time to grab him, when it chased to the edge, he saw that thing spread its body and showed its wings, and instinctively entered a state of gliding.

It's the sugar glider, the "Haunted House".

The sugar glider was ignorant, didn't wake up at all, flew directly to the glass on the lower side, stuck to it, and then merged into the Stark Tower.

"What's going on?" Stark was taken aback.

Naqi purred softly, as if to comfort Stark, but the wind was too loud high up, Stark didn't hear clearly what the little black cat meowed, but saw that his building began to change.

It's starting to look worn out, full of the vicissitudes of time.

Something like vines covered it, and Stark subconsciously flew upside down for a short distance, away from the surface of the building. The system was scanning and analyzing whether it was vines or moss, but to no avail.

If you just look at these changes with the naked eye, it seems that the building has been penetrated and corroded by time, and it has gone through decades in just a moment.

……

Stark recalled the materials and technological means he chose, and felt that a zero could be added.

Hundreds of years have passed in an instant.

"Beep."

The automatic door made a loud noise suddenly, deliberately attracting everyone's attention.

It was the downstairs door that was tightly closed, including other entrances and exits. Now only the roof door in the entire building is still open, as if to welcome Stark's entry.

Natch sighed helplessly.

The haunted house fell into a drowsy sleep, and it actually regarded the still inhabited Stark Building as an abandoned building, and temporarily stationed here.

Thinking of the captains who were still inside, Stark had a headache.

"Let's go, let's gather people together first. How to deal with this? Isn't it already harmless?"

Natch sniffed the floor, and projected letters began to fly around him:

[It is indeed harmless, it will not directly affect the spirit of the entrant, nor can it directly instill fear in you to cause brain damage.It will probably only release some things that look scary but will not touch you directly, so as to simply intimidate, similar to the kind of haunted houses made by humans. 】

That sounds okay.

Stark smacked his lips.

As for how to deal with...

Natch thought about it.

[Theoretically, Qiuqiu will only play scary games and hide-and-seek with us now, as long as we can find its body in the haunted house, we can release the attached state of the 'Haunted House'. 】

"Will it move?"

[Normally, yes.But not necessarily now. 】Speaking, Naqi looked at the gentleman pigeon.

"……"Too.Now the sugar glider probably fell asleep somewhere.Stark asked helplessly, "What about this pigeon?"

Naqi was also very helpless: [I can't wake up, let's leave it like this for now. 】

After confirming with the little black cat that there is absolutely no danger inside, Stark landed, put away the nano-mecha, and assumed a posture of visiting a haunted house.

"I've never played a haunted house before, so let's take it as a fresh one today."

Naqi didn't care about the haunted house at all, and went in first, followed by Stark.

"Dah." The automatic door closed behind him.

The room was very dark, only the green emergency indicator light under the corner was on, occasionally flashing twice, as if there was something wrong with the circuit.

Stark tried to use the headset he had been wearing to contact his smart system at home, but there was no response at first, and soon there was a busy tone on the opposite side, and the sharp sound directly penetrated the eardrum and penetrated into the human brain, instantly causing Stark pain His eyes were blurred, and he pulled the headset and fell to the ground under conditioned reflex.

"What the hell?! Interference?" Stark rubbed his red ears, MMP in his heart.

There was a chuckle.

It sounded like a young child running from one end of the room to the other.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da--!"

Very cheerful sound of leather shoes.

The sound almost exploded around Stark for a moment, and then moved away quickly, making Stark tremble, and broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

I turned around and looked, but there was nothing.

Naqi was attracted by the sudden movement of the human, and squatted down to look at Stark.

Stark is still tense on the surface, but inside he screams: something is wrong, very wrong.

I know the floor of my own home best, unless it is military boots or some special high-heeled shoes that can make this sound.Or maybe that child has the weight of Captain America, and with the strength of Natasha's kick, he ran out of the little girl's sense of joy.

……

Thinking about it this way is even more terrifying.

Stark was frightened by his own imagination, and couldn't help asking: "What is that?"

Naqi raised his ears and shook, as if he was a little puzzled: "Meow?" What?

No fonts flew out, and it seemed that Batman's communicator was also affected, unable to input correctly, but some red noise was projected, trembling, like blood flowing.

Natch didn't mind the situation, and just shook the fur vigorously, trying to shake them back to normal.

Under the shaking of the little black cat, those noises danced more cheerfully, and vaguely began to gather together.

Stark suddenly felt bad everywhere.

"Turn it off!"

The little black cat turned its neck, and the noise swayed even more violently, as if something was about to be condensed from the invisible, and crawled out of the void.

Stark held his breath, and his mental value began to drop.

That's when Nucky realizes that this thing scares Stark.It flipped the device twice with its claws to completely turn off the device, and then looked up to see Stark's 10% mental value dropped instantly, and felt that the situation was not good.

It is not afraid, nor does it care.

Don't say that this place is all for fooling people, even if there are really ghostly things rushing towards it, it won't be afraid.

But Twoleg was afraid, and he was too scared to admit it.

After thinking of Holmes who was scared into a heart attack, Naci sighed helplessly, climbed up Stark's trouser legs, squatted on Stark's shoulders, and stuck his waist against his neck.

Infinite warmth came from the warm kitten's body, calming down the rapid heartbeat of humans.

"Meow." Don't be afraid, I will protect you.

The author has something to say: *The weird part of Gu Gu Gu just got down and browsed the forums as soon as I wrote it, I began to feel that something was wrong with this character...