[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Natch crouched under Watson's shelter, staring at Sherlock.

Sherlock felt the kitten's provocation, he put down the document in his hand, stared at it, and muttered in his mouth, making it hard to tell whether the man was talking to himself or to the kitten: " There is obvious intelligence in the eyes, and the behavior is in line with the basics of a cat."

Natch froze for a moment.

Sherlock grasped this point and continued: "Respond to my words, you understand." He spread his hands and looked at Watson, "This is not an ordinary little black cat, who knows what he is? A mutant ? Or something else?"

Watson looked down at Naqi seriously for a while, showing a puzzled look.Obviously he believed Sherlock 100%, but couldn't understand those words.

"It can't be Mystique, can it?"

"Meow." That's not it.

Sherlock was also a little puzzled, as if he was not sure about this matter.

This is a rare case.

Theoretically, Sherlock will have almost 100% mastery of a scene and the characters in it, only when he is too lazy to observe, and there is no time when he cannot observe.

But Naqi is indeed not such a well-observed existence.

Sherlock was attracted, he put down what he was doing, reached out and grabbed the little black cat's armpit, lifted it up, and observed it carefully.

Natch subconsciously curled his tail.

"I'm pretty sure it has an intelligent part."

Saying that, Sherlock turned Nack over and tried to lift the cloak. Nack kicked his face with a back hoof. Sherlock subconsciously closed his eyes and retreated to avoid it, but Nack jumped out.He had already hidden quickly, but the tip of his nose was rubbed by the tip of his paw, leaving a faint red mark.

Sherlock wiped his face and saw the little black cat standing on the table looking at him, raising his eyebrows.

"And it's somewhat aggressive."

Watson looked left and right, a little helpless: "The way you hold the cat is not right."

"It's not a cat." Sherlock was sure of that.

"And then?" Watson suspected that this was Sherlock's unreasonable trouble again, and was helpless, "It? She? Or him? I know that there are mutants in this world, but we can't attack one just by guessing." Kitten. Don’t make a conclusion without evidence, isn’t that your principle?”

"..." Sherlock fell silent, staring at Nucky.

Natch stared back calmly.

What's the use of seeing?The dimensions are different, and observations are almost useless. What Sherlock can see is only what Nach wants him to see. Even if the information he receives is too limited, the detective can't draw a correct conclusion.

Sherlock seemed to realize something, and looked away.

"This cat is a bit strange," he looked in Watson's direction, "remember this."

Then continue to toss all kinds of clues and record all possible things. Although Sherlock can remember everything with his brain, when he repeats it to others, "evidence" is a very important existence.

Watson blinked and looked at Nucky.

Natch had already glanced at what Sherlock had picked up, felt his sight, and looked back at Watson. This time, it seemed to see a slight blue light in Watson's pupils.

Not light in the physical sense.

Natch was taken aback.

There is also a thought in this body.

The blue gleam just now is the result of Naqi's observation from another dimension. From another more thorough angle, what it sees is not just the appearance of these characters on the surface, nor even these cells or molecules.

"Meow?" Who's there?

Natchy called to Watson.

Watson didn't understand. He obviously didn't care about the meowing, but after a while he turned his head and looked at Naqi.

One person and one cat stared at each other.

"Meow." This time Nucky made a meaningless cry.

Watson smiled, and lightly stroked its little head: "Little guy."

His pronunciation was soft, not his usual firm tone.

In the next moment, Watson recovered, and under Sherlock's yelling, he skillfully approached to help, sorting and storing the evidence one by one. Similar to Malone's guess, Sherlock was not going to share all the findings.

"Is that okay?" Watson asked meaningfully.

Sherlock snorted coldly: "He doesn't even say who he is, but you want to believe him completely?"

Watson immediately fell silent.

Naqi squatted aside and watched. Under the premise that the kitten was very intelligent, Sherlock had tried his best to guard against it, but Naqi was nimble and elusive, and Sherlock was not sure what it had seen. How much, how much can understand.

Compared with these documents and information, he paid more attention to the small eyes that Natch glanced at Watson from time to time.

It was a very clear looking gaze, but Watson didn't seem to be aware of it, and he would stroke the kitten from time to time to show his concern, which made Sherlock's mood drop directly: "You don't need to change Too many supporters. Now, find your shit-shoveling officer."

Natch glanced at him.

"Meow." Are you afraid of being abandoned?Why such a big reaction?

Strangely, Sherlock realized that he seemed to understand.

I could understand it all of a sudden.

Sherlock cautiously stopped his hands and stared at the kitten: "What good thing have you done?"

"Meow." It's just to help you improve your EQ a little bit temporarily.

When the little black cat meows, the tone is a bit long, and it sounds crisp and numb. The lazy tone penetrates into people's ears, making people want to rub their faces into its soft belly.

However, Sherlock frowned instead of taking a bite.

"Is it spring?"

Watson: ...

Watson took the little black cat into his arms before Sherlock was scratched to death.

"Okay, okay, we don't care about fools." Coaxed.

Naqi squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and the plane's ears were behind his head, looking like he was going to pounce on someone at any time, and Sherlock was obviously not too satisfied.

"My reasoning is absolutely reasonable." Sherlock stared at the cat dissatisfied. "I said it was wrong, put it down. Watson!"

This guy likes to switch to his surname and yell when he's irrational.

Watson beeped softly: "Reasonable, maybe yes, reasonable? When has he ever been 'reasonable'?"

He bumped the kitten and coaxed it again, at least it coaxed the ear of the plane back, but Sherlock was still shouting, so he had to let the cat go, otherwise, if the cat doesn't scratch people don't know, Sherlock will definitely start scratching people.

Naqi, who was put down, was not angry anymore, and stopped barking. He looked at Watson and then at Sherlock, and felt that there seemed to be something strange about the relationship between the two.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like Ma Ma is bringing a three-year-old leather child.

And Ma Ma can't control the child at all.

Natch tilted his head, jumped to the side, and watched Watson quietly working. Sherlock simply stood between him and Watson. Natch would be blocked if he changed two angles. Jump on tall cabinets.

There was a small gap between the top of the cabinet and the ceiling. Naqi grabbed the edge of the top of the cabinet with his front paws, jumped up with his hind hooves a few times, and burrowed in.

"Whoa-"

Natch: ...

A bunch of things fell down, and there were quite a lot of them. Documents, papers, and photos were all placed in special waterproof bags. With a quick glance, you can find more than a dozen reports grouped together.

Sherlock put on his gloves and opened it to check, and found that it was all mutant investigation records.

"Professor X, Magneto and the early records of the older generation of X-Men, as well as the recent Scarlet Witch, etc.," Sherlock read quickly, flipping through one sheet at a time.

Naqi poked his head out of the flat gap, made a "meow", hooked his tail, and there was a rustle inside.

Sherlock immediately put down the things in his hands and walked under the cabinet, just as the things inside were hooked out by the cat's tail and fell into Sherlock's arms.

"These are young people's. They're still kids. This is a mutant research facility."

"This is a small school."

Watson talked to Sherlock with very little energy, and focused more on the kitten on the cabinet. He carefully stretched out his hands and tried to catch the cat. He didn't care much about being scratched twice. paw.

The cat goes up through this kind of gap, but it is difficult to come down, mainly because the hind legs will be stuck and cannot be stretched when coming down.

"Year-round boarding." Sherlock snorted coldly.

This guy is much more straightforward. He took a long pole and stuck it into the gap, and swung it out.

Natch:! ! !

Naqi rolled out before being hit by the pole.

Watson hugged him: "Sherlock! This is a kitten! Can't you give it a little patience?" Huo Da said, "For the sake of helping you discover the information?"

"Our work is not over yet John. The real question is why these materials are hidden. And," said Sherlock, looking up, "this method is not clever, and it may be discovered at any time. They are in a hurry, There was a rush to evacuate, some people wanted to burn everything, and some people tried to leave something behind."

"Internal conflicts?"

"Good inference, it seems that your attention is online today."

Watson was too lazy to complain about Sherlock's words. He held back, but still couldn't help complaining: "My attention is always online, thank you."

And try to smooth the kitten in his arms.

Naqi pressed the ear of the plane and stared at Sherlock with squinted eyes.

"Meow!"

With a sharp and piercing meow, Natch kicked Watson's chest with his hind paws. The kick was very hard. Watson fell backwards, but was surprised that his chest didn't feel any pain. As if there was no force.

In the blink of an eye, Naqi has already leaped towards Sherlock.

In theory, Sherlock's fighting skills are no joke.

The life trajectory of this guy is similar to that of Batman in the early years. He traveled far away, traveled and fooled around in strange places, learned various fighting skills, clashed with various people, and even went undercover, to the drunkards and gamblers. Gathering places took great risks to conduct squatting and investigation.

How could such a person be unable to defend against the attack of a kitten?

Sherlock turned the stick in his hand and turned it sideways to block the cat.

It's a pity that although he expected that Naqi was not ordinary, subconsciously he still felt that the fighting power of the little black cat was still within the range of cats. Sherlock was not given a chance to react.

Naqi directly "kicked his nose to his face" and stuck to Sherlock's face, and moved his paws quickly.

Oddly it doesn't hurt.

While Sherlock was in a daze, Naqi jumped aside, squatted on the table, and began to lick its paws. The cat, which should not be able to express much emotion, had a weird, subtle, half-smile expression on its face.

Sherlock was a little unresponsive, and he noticed that Watson looked at him with a strange expression.

Like... holding back a laugh?

He subconsciously touched the top of his forehead which was a little too cool.

……

his hairline.

One left and one right, completely symmetrical, about the size of a cat's paw.

"Meow~"

Looking at Sherlock's smooth forehead and elongated horse face, Nucky let out a happy cry.