[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

There were footsteps in the corridor.

Naqi jumped out quickly, and jumped directly on the person who came, making a nest.

Sherlock, who rushed out with a stick behind him, braked quickly, and almost bumped into Mr. Malone, who was hugging the cat.

Ma Long raised his hand and pinched the stick held by Sherlock, frowned, his eyes swept across Sherlock's obviously changing hairline, pretending that he didn't see any problem, and pushed the stick away .

And issued a warning in a cold tone: "This cat has an owner."

"Meow." I've already said I'm not your cat.

Sherlock stared at Malone for a while, then leaned the stick against the wall casually: "It seems that both of us have different discoveries, for example, let's share information."

"Of course." Malone agreed, and handed Natch to Dick.

Dick, who followed, obediently took Natch and put it in his coat. He took a peek at Sherlock's hairline, and quickly looked away, for fear that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

He ran his fingers along the hem of his coat and scratched the cat's hind leg.

"You are naughty."

Natch purred to show that he was not being naughty.

The adults were exchanging information, and the children were playing. Dick took Natch to the corridor outside, and asked in a low voice, "Can you type? I seem to remember."

Natch arched his lower abdomen and tried to raise his head.

"Meow." You finally remembered.

"Come and try?" Dick looked down at the cat's fluffy face, rubbed it, and then handed over the phone.

Naqi squinted his eyes because of his rubbing, and felt that Dick sat down cross-legged against the wall, it jumped out of his pocket and landed between Dick's legs, thinking that his portable mobile phone might scare him Seeing the Twoleg, Natch accepts Dick's phone.

[Yes, I can spell, and we often communicate like this. 】

"Wow..." Dick blinked, not scared, just surprised, "Are you a mutant? I mean, are you my brother and sister too?"

[I'm not a mutant, nor your sibling. 】

"Well," Dick was a little disappointed, and his beautiful blue eyes soon filled with anticipation, "Then are you our cat?"

【I'm not. 】Nach replied decisively.

Although the eyes of Twolegs are very beautiful, it is not a reason to sell himself.

Dick, who realized that he failed to seduce him, was not too embarrassed, but laughed: "I remember that you were very difficult to attract, only Batman is different, right?"

Naqi looked up at him quietly, as if he didn't understand.

Dick asked again, "Is it because we lost track of you when your interest in Batman faded?" He asked lightly.

Naqi wagged his tail and tilted his head slightly, as if looking at an ignorant kid.

[Don't blame my professional ethics. Basically, my after-sales service can last for the lifetime of human beings. At least you don't need to think about this issue in this lifetime. 】

Dick was very surprised by this, and a little embarrassed that his little thoughts were punctured. He looked away, and then looked back: "So, how will it be calculated in the next life?"

"...Meow?" Are you serious?

Natch was questioned, and was stunned by the shamelessness of the two-legged beast.

It looks at him.

The tip of the tail shook twice, and tapped the phone.

[If you can still remember me in the next life and meet me again, I won't pretend that I don't know your soul. 】

Dick knew Natch was serious.

"What if I don't remember?" He pushed forward.

Naqi squinted his eyes: [Then you won't be obsessed with whether you have encountered my problem. 】

Dick was overjoyed when his little thoughts were exposed again. He rubbed Naqi's little head vigorously: "Then it's settled."

Naqi raised his head slightly, and pressed Dick's thumb pad with the middle of his brow. At the moment Dick was stunned, Naqi softly "grunted".

Dick could feel something different.

It's not a physical feeling.

It's something more complicated, mysterious and frivolous.

It seems that a thread of fate has been gently moved by an invisible hand, leaving a subtle trembling aftertaste.

"Meow." Naqi whispered.

Thank you, Twolegs, although you don't know anything, I won't fool you.

Natch raised his chin slightly, looking a little proud, watching Dick feel warm and sticky in his heart. He picked up the kitten with both hands, hugged it in his arms, and sucked hard.

Ma Long opened the door and came out, and saw this super useless cat-sucking look, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Naqi's unlovable expression, felt funny again, and shook his head.

"Get up from the ground immediately and work."

"Here we come!" Dick was alive and well in a second.

In the room, a lot of information was spread out, perhaps because of the existence of Naqi, Sherlock didn't do much to cover up, but some things that might be evidence were not handed over.

"Meow." Naqi called out softly, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

Malone stroked the cat's fur.

"It's really a good cheating." Sherlock's expression made people feel that he wanted to applaud him sincerely, and the taste of ridicule was almost written in every hair.

Malone was unmoved.

He also made his findings public.

There seemed to be no way to dismantle the downstairs installation, so Malone chose to take video and photos, and searched the room.

"Complete information, dissection equipment, mutant ability suppression device." Watson counted.

Hard hammered.

"Also," Malone said, pointing to the corner of the document and the shadow of the device, "there are signs on each document, as well as on the equipment. They seem to be self-made, but the signs have been erased."

There are only corners left on the document, and the device is clearer. Although it has been worn, it can be seen that it is something like an octopus.

Dick frowned slightly.

"I remember the sign."

"It looks a bit like that," Watson tapped his head, trying to recall: "Hydra?"

"You remember?" Malone looked at Dick.

Dick shook his head hesitantly: "I don't remember Hydra, but I remember this. It's like..." He closed his eyes and tried to recall, and the memories were always fragmented. Under Malone's encouraging gaze, Dick tried to find those Memory, "Before, I was investigating unknown disappearances, and I seemed to have encountered this..."

The headache became more and more intense, and the pain tried to force Dick to give up thinking about this problem. However, his stubbornness was not so easy to defeat, and he continued to concentrate with a frown.

Even if he loses his memory, this guy is still a son of the bat family.

Naqi sighed, hooked the fabric on Dick's chest with his front paws, leaned his upper body up, and gently touched Dick's chin with the tip of his nose and beard.

Like a kind of calm and comfort.

It is said that because of the frequency problem, the purring of cats is just enough to make people relax physically and mentally and feel happy.

In Naqi, this function is obviously infinitely magnified.

With a sigh of relief, Dick found the most important thread.

"It was about a week ago at night. At that time, I received a request for help. The unknown disappeared. The requester said that the person just stayed at home and disappeared out of thin air. As a mutant, the parents of this child are extremists because they hate those mutations. genetics, without even going to the police station to file a report about it.”

Dick's expression looked a little helpless, but also angry.

"Who is calling for help?" Sherlock asked, "Did the missing person disappear without anyone else noticing?"

"The one who came to ask for help was a friend of the missing person, a mutant who was hiding and had no identity at all. He was weak and harmless. The missing child was hidden by his parents after he was discovered to be a mutant. I have been saying that I am seriously ill, and it won't be strange if I don't show up in a short time."

"It sounds like, at least on the surface, it doesn't matter if he's missing." Sherlock nodded slightly. "How did you rule out the suspicion of those parents?"

"I didn't," Dick shook his head, remembering the source of his anger. "They sent the kid out because those people told them the kid would never show up again."

The people in the room unanimously showed a "perfect" expression.

The conflict between mutants and ordinary people is not so easy to eliminate, and the most ridiculous thing is that the existence of the two parties cannot be completely differentiated. Ordinary people may give birth to offspring of mutants, and mutants may also give birth to ordinary people.

Watson shook his head: "We and mutants are obviously the same species."

"It's a pity that it's even more unfair to idiots. At least Superman is not human."

An incompetent person can only think: If both parties are of the same species, why should someone be born with supernatural powers, and their wages can be deducted even if they just go to work?

Some people just can't see the contributions of others, they just stare at a little bit of gain and babble endlessly.

Sherlock said "heh" in his usual cold and hard tone, and then forcefully brought the topic to the point.

"What's next? Your investigation."

"I, I don't remember." Dick's head was about to smoke.

This is a bit embarrassing, after all, this is a patient, Sherlock just wanted to say something, out of the corner of his eye, Watson had already started to get lucky, and immediately swallowed the words he was about to say back under his throat.

The health of patients is the bottom line of Watson, which cannot be stepped on.

They ended the cold conversation, only Malon looked at Dick for a while.

After the two experienced detectives personally searched, everything in this elementary school could not be hidden. Soon they dug up the remaining value here and decided to leave.

"Our cooperation is over." Sherlock announced calmly.

Malone agrees with this.

So the two sides shook hands.

"Pleasant to work with."

Watson, who was watching from behind, couldn't help sighing. Sure enough, only the same kind can cooperate in certain matters. When Sherlock usually cooperates with the police, the one who is so heavenly can't wait to go to the house to expose the tiles. This time, with this Marlon Although the Mr. Detectives were full of sex, at least there was a peaceful ending.

So Watson went to shake Dick's hand too.

"Pleasant to work with."

The two will return to London tonight in stars and moons.

"that's it?"

Seeing the backs of Sherlock and Watson going away, Dick was stunned for a while. In his impression, shouldn't the so-called cooperative investigation be a half-month project?

Ma Long snorted: "This is called efficiency."

He led Dick back, looking more familiar with Bludhaven than Dick.

"Do you remember where your home is?" Seeing that Dick just shook his head, he asked again, "Do you want me to take you there?"

"Huh? Do you know my family?"

"Haven't you noticed? Our relationship is very close."

"……"close?What kind of intimacy?

Dick's brain suddenly started to let go of itself, and he almost hit the wall.

"Meow." I don't think I cured him, why don't I open his head again?

Natchy hummed feebly, obviously he had nothing to do with Dick's imaginative head.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who fed the reserve food between 7.18~7.22~

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