[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

The alleged crime scene was an abandoned elementary school.

It's been abandoned here for a while.

Sherlock walked around the door, as if he was familiar with the place, and began to search. Malone's route was different from his. When Sherlock found the office upstairs, Malone went down, as if he was going to the warehouse. look.

The two acted separately in a very "tacit understanding".

Watson shrugged helplessly at him and followed Sherlock's footsteps, which made Dick a little embarrassed.

"Okay, what's the next step?" Dick asked Nucky, looking down.

Naqi meowed, and turned his head to indicate the direction Malone left.

"Two people on each side, reasonable arrangement." Dick muttered and caught up with Malone.

I don't know what this matchmaker Ma Long usually does. At this time, he groped on the wall at the end of the warehouse, prying open a mechanism with a few strokes, and opened the secret door.

Dick: ...

Dick caught the flashlight thrown by Mr. Malone.

"I heard you lost your memory."

"Yes, my brother told me so."

Dick had Natch wrapped around his coat in one hand and a flashlight in the other. They were exploring down the steep staircase, which was made of metal and made a squeaky noise when they stepped on it.

"It's a pity, you were my good assistant before, I hope you can get back your memory as soon as possible."

"Sorry, I never heard of you." Dick was a little innocent.

"Oh? I was in the hall with your other family members the day you ran away, and then you ran away." Malone was very calm, but it wasn't hard to hear that he was indeed complaining.

Dick was even more innocent.

It is indeed his problem to act too decisively, and now there is no other solution except embarrassment.

"When do you plan to go back?" Ma Long asked again.

"I'm not sure, maybe just these two days?" Dick rubbed the kitten in his arms, "After all, that's a foster father who would try to use a card to tell his adult adopted son to sleep well...It's a bit hard to accept, right?"

When Dick put on a strange expression, Malone's expression was also slightly distorted.

Natch turned his head innocently, looked at Malone, looked at Dick.

"Meow." Is this the time to be distracted?

Dick didn't understand, but Malone got what Nucky meant.Withdrawing his mind from Dick, he slowed down and went down gently, and soon reached the end. They searched for it, but there was no special trace.

Malone flipped the light switch, and the entire basement lit up.

A long aisle.

"The upper part is very dilapidated, but the lower part has not been abandoned for a long time. Maybe we can find some clues." Ma Long continued to move forward as he said so.

Dick looked at this place where even the aisles were paved with tiles, and felt a chill in his heart.

The pale light illuminated the two of them, and under the refraction of the tiles, it turned into a faint blue layer. Occasionally, there were red spots on the corner of the wall, which seemed to have been deposited for a long time and could not be cleaned.

They also found many traces similar to bullet holes, old and new, and with different powers.

It looks like a massacre has been carried out here.

And it's repetitive.

Dick gasped and hugged Natch a little tighter.

"Meow." Naqi called out.

Dick took it as comfort.

The comfortable cry proved that Naqi felt good about this place, and was lazily nestling. When they passed by a certain iron gate, Naqi suddenly jumped out of Dick's arms, shook his hair on the ground, and walked away. went in.

As long as the cat's head can pass, the whole body can pass.

Even the orange cat has this skill, let alone Naqi, who is so small.

Dick & Malone: ​​ …

Ma Long quickly pried open the door lock, and the two chased in. They found Naqi sitting on the operating table with a broken shadowless lamp above his head, and the left and right cabinets were full of various strange instruments that could not be explained.

Dick hurried over to pick up Naqi, only to find that the operating table was stained with blood. Compared with the human body, the bloodstains on the waist and abdomen were the most obvious, and the one on the head was not much better.

"Meow." Naqi tilted his head and motioned to both sides.

The three-layered strong belt has been worn badly, and it will not get to this point under normal circumstances.

"Live...?" Dick choked on himself.

Ma Long, however, was a little taken aback, very calm, and had already begun to check the surrounding equipment.

This made Dick feel uncomfortable and familiar at the same time. Naturally, he stepped aside to check the contents of the other side of the cabinet.

"What the hell is this?" Dick gritted his teeth.

He felt his temples beating violently, and he wanted to scream, but he didn't want to make a sound.

It was at this time that Dick realized that he really should have known Mr. Malone, even if he had no memory, he still didn't want to lose face in front of his opponent.

"Meow?" Are you asking the one who opened the head, or the one who pumped out the intestines?

Naqi was not affected by the atmosphere here at all, it climbed up Dick's shoulders, and the fluffy belly layer rubbed against the back of Dick's neck covered in cold sweat, bringing a warm and warm breath.

"Hmm." Dick snorted, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "I don't understand your 'meow', little guy." He rubbed his cheek against Nucky's face, chest tight Feeling relaxed too.

Natch made a low call to Malone.

A sound that can only be made when the throat is pressed and air is blown out from the depths of the throat.

Like a warning or a complaint.

He's not ready yet.

The little black cat uses very subtle purrs to express itself.

Malone snorted.

He knocked here and there and found a hollow place for him.

"There's something under there, come and give me a hand."

As he said that, Ma Long cut a long and thin thing into the crack of the brick, scraped it, pried open a small opening, turned it around twice, and he actually pried out a handle.

Malone motioned for Dick to stand on the side of the trapdoor's hinges, and he stood in front, with a flashlight in one hand and a stick in the other, ready for battle.

With the short time of getting along with him, Dick's affection for this person has passively increased, and his trust level has also increased.

In such a short period of time, Dick has realized that the relationship between himself and this Mr. Malone is extraordinary, and he believes in this person without any reason.

So he went over and took his place and took the handle.What really gave Dick a headache was that Naqi jumped back onto the operating table and continued to squat without minding.

Go back and wash the cat.

thought Dick.

It shouldn't be a big problem for him and Jason to wash a kitten.

Thinking of cat washing, it seems that a trap door is not a big deal.Dick took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and counted down steadily: "3, 2, 1!"

With steady and gradual effort, the trapdoor was lifted by Dick.

"Galala la la la—" screams.

Natch poked out the cat's head.

That thing is a continuous mechanical mechanism. When the trap door is pulled open, the things underneath will automatically rise.

I thought it was a passage, but I didn't expect it to be a storage grid.

Storage compartments on the floor.

"What's this?" Dick looked at this, device?Some doubts.

"Mutant ability suppression device."

Malone recognized it immediately.

"Change, what?" Dick couldn't keep up with the rhythm, "Okay, don't explain to me." He spread his hands, seeing that Malone really didn't intend to explain, but felt quite natural.

"Our previous relationship must have been very good." Dick said subconsciously.

He has already understood his own character, and he also knows that he likes lights and other people's attention. If he is forced to talk to a silent person for a long time without needing to reply, then this person must be cherished by him.

Dick asked, "We're a great family, right?"

Malone glanced back at him, his expression subtly softened a little: "Yes."

"it's great."

Dick's mood rose accordingly.

Malone shifted his gaze to Nucky again, and to Dick's surprise, the guy asked Nacky to go upstairs and spy on Sherlock and Watson, as if Mr. Malone didn't think the two would share their findings.

"It's just a kitten!" Dick protested.

Malone smiled.

Nucky didn't refuse the offer, he hopped onto Malone's shoulders, stomped on his strong bicep, and leaped out, running out the door, Dick chasing after him, but the aisle was empty.

Dick stared at the empty aisle for a while, and suddenly remembered Jason's subtle expression when he said "they". At that time, Dick only felt a subtle shock, but now he seemed to understand something.

"Nach? Hmm..." Headache.

This time a bunch of memories fell down in a row, Dick staggered and was supported by Malone.

Natch, it, them.

A split second.

Naqi didn't have the strange movement ability of the Faceless Owl. With only his speed, he reached the upstairs in just a few breaths. He looked around and searched from room to room.

"Kitten?" Watson's voice.

"Meow."

Naqi let out a soft cry, tiptoed and catwalked, came to Watson's feet, made a small half circle, slipped in from Watson's feet, and slipped into the room in an instant.

This is the office on the second floor.

Sherlock was looking at a miserable old file, which had obvious signs of being burned. I don't know why it wasn't completely burned, and half of it remained.

Natch jumped on top of the table.

Sherlock subconsciously lowered his hand and swept it directly to the floor.

Natch:?

The little black cat rolled over and got up, blinking its beautiful golden eyes several times, obviously not quite understanding what happened just now.

Watson followed in, looked at the cat, looked at Sherlock, helpless.

"Sherlock, this is a kitten."

"A weird kitten." Sherlock didn't raise his head, and his voice was coping with it as always, "Attention!" At this word, he raised his voice, and then quickly lowered it smoothly, "Don't just Look at the surface of things, John."

Watson: "...what is your rivalry with a cat?"

"You're not a cat lover. See how long it's been since we met, and you've started to speak for it." Sherlock continued to read the information and felt that he was the truth.

Watson: "...if you suddenly and for no reason sweep such a small dog off a table that is at least twice its body length, I will also speak for the puppy."

He suddenly realized what was wrong, and paused: "Are you making trouble with the kitten, Sherlock?"

"No." Sherlock denied instantly.

"I understand that tone, Sherlock." Watson laughed, shook his head with a helpless smile, picked up the kitten and put it on the table, and stroked the cat's back twice, "I'm not protecting it, but, it Just an ordinary kitten."

"Ordinary." Sherlock repeated the word.

"Meow." Any questions?

Natch looked at Sherlock.

And Sherlock took the time to look at Nach, showing a critical expression, but didn't continue to emphasize anything.