[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

One bite or two.

Soon its beard was also stained with milky white bubbles, just like Santa Claus' snow-white beard, and the tip of its nose was stained with milky bubbles.

The little black cat didn't realize it at all, and was still licking and licking, eating the bats piled up with cinnamon powder, and quickly licked up the layer of milk foam on top of the mocha.

"Meow." It's delicious, I want another one.

Batman silently stared at the little black cat licking his mouth in silence, and then pushed his cup over.

OK, at least they can confirm.

It's not coffee that Natch likes, but milk froth.

Ye Yi rubbed his hands, thinking that he could make another twenty copies.However, Batman doesn't allow it, he also needs Nightwing to assist him in his work, not to be a professional shit shovel officer.

When Batman and Nightwing completed the integration of clues and pointed the finger at London, Natch licked the fifth point of milk foam. Nightwing couldn't help it, and finally brought a cream gun and squeezed a plate for it .

"Let's make do with it first?"

The pure white cream was piled up into a big pile in a very energetic way, exuding a tempting sweet smell.

However, Naqi just disliked it, it sniffed, turned its head away, and refused to make do with it.

However, it also knew that the two two-legged beasts were busy now, so it didn't force it. It jumped on the side of the Nightwing motorcycle and got down on the ground, and began to lick its paws and wash its face.

Ye Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

According to memory and clues, the previous investigation has actually entered a bottleneck period. The biggest problem is that the clues may be in Switzerland, and Dick, a social animal, cannot leave his job for too long to go to a foreign country.

So Batman decided to go alone.

Obviously, because he was going to go to work for a while, he couldn't fly directly there as Batman carelessly, but returned to Gotham and returned to his cave for repairs.

Natch looked up curiously as he began to apply makeup to himself, re-dressing as Malone.

"Meow." I want to go too.

Batman looked sideways at the kitten on the desk, stepping on Wayne's documents, and asked, "Isn't it good to stay at home? Damian can take care of you."

The answer is obviously no.

"Want to go to Europe?"

Based on the stories and historical sources about the plague doctor wearing the crow's beak mask, Batman had already guessed whether the cat would come from Europe.

Natch neither admitted nor denied, falling asleep in Batman's lap.

At this time, it was more than 2 o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, and the location was over the Atlantic Ocean.

On the direct flight from New York to London, there were only the two of them as passengers in a small plane. Watson was wrapped in a blanket and huddled in a super comfortable sofa chair, half asleep and half awake, while Sherlock stared at him from the opposite side.

A detective rests his elbows on his knees, fingers intertwined, staring at his partner in front of him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Watson, who was half asleep and half awake, was stunned by this: "What?"

"It can't be Mystique, I can recognize that kind of poor skin imitation at a glance," Sherlock stared at him, "Watson must be Watson, the question is who are you?"

"Sherlock..." Watson tried to say something, but was stopped by Sherlock's raised finger.

"Let him speak for himself," Sherlock demanded.

"Okay." Watson's tone softened, like soft cotton candy, with a natural affinity, "I'm sorry, I thought it was just Watson's own business." He said.

"name."

"Charles Xavier." This "Watson" introduced himself. "Perhaps you have heard of me."

"Maybe?" Sherlock stared at him.

Charles, this name is known to most people in this era, and Sherlock has also been brainwashed by his elder brother several times, so let's remember such an existence.

A mutant of the psychic ability department, moderate.

"I'm sorry to disturb your life," Charles said very gently, not like a leader, but more like an ordinary neighbor next door, "A child who is about to enter school suddenly disappeared before we received him." trail, and that has happened a few times, and I've had to resort to more tactics."

"This case has been handed over to Batman." Sherlock lied without changing his expression.

"I've been here all the time."

Charles wasn't offended by it, but he also refused to be taken for a fool.

Sherlock skipped the subject: "You saw the cat, didn't you? Tell me what you think. If you can help, we can exchange information we have on the kidnapping of mutant children, and, I didn't intend to lie to you, and I will not continue to investigate this case."

Mutants, superhumans, fantastic species and aliens.

Sherlock decisively crossed these things out of his world.

Knowing that this transnational case involved mutant children, Sherlock had already decided to withdraw.

"The cat? You mean the little black cat." Charles was silent for a moment, as if he was considering the question, "It's very special, maybe my idea is not accurate, if so, do you want to listen?"

Sherlock made a "please" gesture.

"Actually, I have always felt their existence, not only these on the surface, but also the deeper grunts, it is like a torrent in the depths of the world, there is a huge shadow sleeping, it is not Respond to me, since I was a child, I only regarded its existence as an illusion, a price of ability."

Charles recalled good memories and smiled warmly.

"Until one day my family took me out to play in the sea. At that time, I was still very young, and I slipped and fell into the sea while playing. I was frightened, and desperately called for help, and my ability radiated out randomly, but the boat was far away, and they didn't notice. Me, at that time my ability was still very weak, and I couldn't pass it further."

"It sounds terrible, but you survived."

"Yes, that kind of existence responded to me. It is very strange. It looks like a killer whale, but there is no fixed group. It told me that this is not a problem, and pushed me out of the water," Charles shrugged Shoulder, "We had a good chat, and he told me that it's not often that Twolegs can communicate with it like that."

"Twolegs?"

"They learn from anthropology. It seems that humans think that some non-human creatures will call humans this way."

"..." I felt dizzy when I heard it, "So Naqi is the second one you meet."

"Not really. In fact, they are everywhere. Every time I search, if I let go of my ability to investigate, I can touch them to some extent. Sometimes they will spy on me, but that doesn't seem safe. Generally speaking Said, I will block this existence."

"You think they're dangerous."

"After all I don't have any safe access to understand their nature, and I believe that's what you all want me to do about 'protecting your own brains.'"

Charles smiled faintly.

This is true, Charles's brain is enough to destroy the world, and it is also enough to make many people prefer to destroy him first.

It is not very meaningful to continue the conversation. Both of them know little about Naqi, and they tend to deviate from the topic if they think about it wildly.

So they jumped to the step of exchanging information.

Sherlock's way of speaking is always sharp and likes to stab contradictions, while Charles is the opposite. The mutant leader prefers to look at everything with a peaceful and neutral attitude.

The conversation between the two is still "pleasant".

Charles also invited Sherlock to visit his school later, but Sherlock declined.

Thinking back to the body, Charles blinked.

"It's a pity he refused to come over as a guest."

Eric, who was leaning against the wall next to him, raised his eyebrows and showed disapproval: "Stop contacting them, your thinking is too straightforward to guess."

"But I have nothing to hide." Charles smiled innocently.

Yet Eric was already pushing his wheelchair, ready to take him back to his room: "It's time for bed."

"Where's our little friend?" Charles looked at the bottom of his cup, and saw a pair of orange eyes, "You're here again."

Different from other people's experience, for Charles, the little guy is a regular visitor, and he watched the little guy living at the bottom of every cup crawl out calmly, with water droplets on his snake's tail, spelling letters on the table .

[I have a name, my name is Circ or Siecor. 】

It's spelled two ways, and it seems whoever gave it the name didn't really decide which to use.

Charles glanced at it and made a note of it.

"It's a good name, we'll see you in our dreams."

Siko, the big-headed snake, spat out the letter.

During Xavier's dream, Siko got into another water glass.

On the bat plane, the automatic navigation was running, and Batman, who had changed into a bat suit, was sitting on the operator's seat, half asleep and half awake, with the kitten by his hand, sleeping lazily in a ball.

Nach felt that this man was obsessive-compulsive, but Batman was obsessive.

He would never let several vests overlap, so as long as he was on the bat's vehicle, no matter how troublesome he was, he would have to remove his makeup and put on Batman's costume.

Falling asleep and falling asleep, Naqi heard something vaguely and raised his ears.

It was a big lazy first, and then it jumped off the table lightly, and came to the warehouse behind, where its cat bowl was fixed, with clean water and temporary cat food in it.

While Natch doesn't need any of this, the Twolegs are always well prepared.

At this time, at the bottom of the water basin, those orange-yellow vertical pupils were staring at it, and the impurities inside shone with dim fluorescence, which was a kind of light, but made the surroundings seem even darker and silent.

Natch sat in front of the sink and stared at it.

"Hiss..." Xavier invites you into his dream.

Xavier?Mutant.

Because mutants are not a disease to Naqi, but just a variant on the path of human evolution, Naqi has no interest in mutants, and has not had in-depth contact with this group.

"Meow?" Why?

"Hiss." Mutants have all kinds of abilities, and your humans will need more information.

my human?

My Twoleg?

Natch thinks he likes that notion.

The little black cat raised its chin slightly reservedly and then lowered its eyes, looking at Xi Ke with a high posture.

"Meow~" Okay, I'll go and have a look.

The little black cat turned back to Batman, and found that the human was already awake and looking at it, so this time it nestled directly on the big bat's lap, feeling the palms covering its back, purring comfortably After a while, I fell asleep again.

This time it turned on its own spirit.

Look for that mysterious power that is probing.

This should be Xavier.

The remaining spirit and vitality of many students in the daytime are filled here, and fear and curses of the world are also filled in every dark corner. They have been unfairly hurt, and these hatreds will leave almost eternal traces .

Under the huge black cloak, the person wearing the crow mask walked slowly.

Thick leather gloves, the tip of the finger sticking out like a slender probe touched a door, which belonged to the head of Xavier College.

The moment it was touched, the black mist corroded up, then stopped quickly, and retreated back.

The door opened.

Charles, sitting in a wheelchair, looked in the direction of the door with those beautiful blue cornflower eyes.

"I thought it was going to be a kitten."

On the seat opposite him was a cat cushion.

Tangerines pattern.

Charles smiled, the cushion disappeared, and the tall chair returned to its standard size.This is his dream, and he is in control of everything.

The human figure turned its head slightly, as if observing Charles through the dark crystal mirror on the mask. After a while, it walked over and took the seat prepared for itself.

"It's sunny in the afternoon," Nucky said.

Through the anti-epidemic crow's mouth mask, its voice was muffled and somewhat difficult to recognize.

Charles glanced sideways out of the window, the sun was shining brightly.The sensory experience of the spirit world is related to the bearer, and this warm but unobtrusive light symbolizes Charles' thoughts.

"Yes, great for entertaining new friends."

Charles said happily.