[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Naqi followed them all the way, followed them from the city to the suburbs, and all the way to an abandoned factory.

What amazed Mycroft was that even on the national road, the little black cat could still follow them, at a distance that was not too close or far, with an unhurried look, smooth and fast.

"Oh, shouldn't we keep some demon hunters behind?" Mycroft spread his hands jokingly, "Look at this black cat, something must have been missed in the fire scene back then."

"We both know how stupid that is." Sherlock frowned.

"Are you ready to start defending it?" Mycroft asked.

Sherlock choked, showing a strange expression, and then immediately fell into deep thought, reflecting on what nonsense he just said.

The car drove directly into the warehouse, the gate closed, and Mycroft took out a tablet-like thing and poked it twice.

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head slightly: "We can't scan for any other creatures entering, huh, tell me, what did you provoke this time?"

Sherlock almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

"A 'peer with' gift."

"Your 'peer'? It's the guy who didn't let you 'die' that day. I hope you know how much trouble you caused us by not 'dead'."

Mycroft told other bodyguards, drivers, etc. to leave through the small door. The car was swallowed into the ground. He walked to the iron table and chair next to him and sat down, still looking very disgusted.

"It's your people who are moving too slowly. What does that have to do with me?" Sherlock sat down opposite him and began to calm down.

He found Natch.

Just the top side of a pile of irregularly stacked shipping containers on the other side.

Following Sherlock's slight gesture of nodding his head, Mycroft also found the little black cat. After staring at each other for a moment, Mycroft looked away.

"I can't tell where it came from, but it looks pretty good."

"In fact, we all know the disadvantages of inbreeding. Generally speaking, a cat is a cat. Bloodline may determine its possibility of being afraid of water, sleeping tendency and whether it is docile. The greater the risk."

"You don't support bloodlines?"

"What does that have to do with me?" Sherlock showed a puzzled look.

Mycroft was silent for a moment.

Of course, Mycroft was very aware of the virtues of his clever younger brother, and knew that Sherlock was just teasing himself, and it didn't matter that his younger brother had been beating for a day or two, so it didn't matter.

The real problem was the cat.

Mycroft looked up again, and the cat was gone.

He naturally hung down and followed the "zigzag" to search among the containers, and soon found the little black cat in the downward direction. Seeing it approaching silently, he walked to Sherlock's feet and squatted down.

"Your?" Mycroft gave a scrutinizing look.

"Meow." No.

Sherlock looked sideways at the black cat, then at his brother who was interested, and narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, it's my cat."

"Meow?" Don't you dislike me?

Natch was stunned by how quickly the Twoleg could change.

Sherlock will raise cats, which is probably more difficult for Mycroft to accept than the end of the world, so he chooses to refuse to accept this unscientific thing.

"Let's talk about something serious." He took out some information and handed it to Sherlock.

This is the "international case" that Sherlock has been investigating before, which is the reason why he went to Bludhaven. When he disappeared, Mycroft really did a lot of things. When these documents were opened, All vital information.

Sherlock turned over one by one, never forgetting.

Natchy jumped onto the table, and before getting any closer, Mycroft raised the umbrella across the table to block its tiny paws, frowning slightly.

"I'm not a cat lover. Little guy." Mycroft seemed to know that the cat's intelligence was extraordinary, so he talked to it calmly. "Before I blow you away, just go and stay aside."

Natch looked at the umbrella, at him.

He looked suspicious.

It wasn't that Naqi was doubting this person's skill, it just felt that the umbrella was not strong enough.

The little black cat thought for a while, then reservedly put its paw on the umbrella, and gently pushed it twice.Immediately Mycroft felt the umbrella being pushed, with such force that he could not shake it.

Then Naqi withdrew his claws, squatted down, and looked at the human innocently.

The little black cat tilted its head slightly, its big golden eyes shone with a moist luster, and its black pupils dilated more obviously. It felt as if even the animal part disappeared, leaving only cute and cute.

Mycroft: ...

Gee.

Take back the umbrella.

"What the hell is this creature?" asked Mycroft.

Sherlock drew a little attention to look at the little black cat who was pretending to be good, then lowered his head and continued to read the file: "I don't know. That 'Ma Long'

for me. "

"You finally admitted that you had contact with that American?"

Sherlock snorted coldly: "You have already started the investigation." Then he threw the documents to Mycroft and watched him light the brazier at their feet and burn the documents.

"What really surprised me was your progress." Sherlock stared at the firelight. "Are you old?"

"What do you think?" Mycroft accepted the awkward concern of his younger brother, and after asking back, he made a new request of his own, "Would you mind keeping this cat for me?"

Sherlock reached out and rolled Nack into his arms, staring at his brother, emphasizing.

"I'm very mind."

The ensuing conversation about the little black cat is completely unhappy.

Natch stared at the bonfire mournfully. The Two-legged beast burned too fast. It couldn't see clearly with its eyesight and speed. Maybe gasoline was poured into it?

The most amazing thing is that it does not have the ability to restore dead objects.

"Meow." Cheapskate.

Natch was dissatisfied and made a "hoo hoo" sound at Mycroft.

Sherlock was immediately satisfied: "Look, it hates you."

Mycroft didn't want to bother with his brother, who was so stupid in some ways.Talking too much really gave me a headache, so he directly ordered the eviction: "Let's go, I'll let someone drive you."

Sherlock wanted to refuse, but in the wilderness outside, if he was asked to walk back until midnight, he could only accept his fate even if he was so angry that his liver hurt.

"I really hate him."

In the car, Sherlock gritted his teeth in front of the driver.

"Meow." Seconded.

The common topic of one person and one cat didn't last for two seconds. The driver stopped near Baker Street, ruthlessly carried out Mycroft's request, and drove the guy out of the car when Sherlock started to find fault.

They were walking in the rain, and Sherlock's cat-holding skills were really not very good. He put his hands on the cat's armpit, and those who didn't know thought they were holding some kind of dangerous bomb.

"So, you just came back like this?"

When one person and one cat returned to 221B, Watson looked at him dumbfounded: "Didn't anyone ask why you were hanging out in your pajamas in the middle of the night?"

"The traffic police stopped for me." Sherlock was very calm, "I said my cat ran away."

In order to hug Naqi, his face was whipped several times by the cat's tail, and now there are red marks on it.

Watson had nothing more to say about it.

Soon it was time to go to bed, and Sherlock was still struggling. It seemed that visiting his brother was a fatal blow to his mood, and the scream of the violin in the middle of the night was still echoing in the room.

Watson took it for granted.

Naqi raised his small head and looked at Sherlock quietly amidst the sharp noise.

After washing, Watson walked by the living room on his slippers, and shook his hand in front of the little black cat's face. He found that the little guy was completely stupid, his pupils were dilated, and he was staring blankly in Sherlock's direction, as if he had eaten something. petrification magic.

"Be gentle with our new addition, Sherlock."

Watson tried to say something, but Sherlock ignored him completely. He was intoxicated by the scream of the violin, repeatedly, and his body was still shaking, as if he was really intoxicated by this terrifying "music".

Watson: ...

"My God, I'm also half of the tenants here, can you be more similar."

He complained half-truth, shook his head and was about to go back to the room. Fortunately, he had already prepared efficient earplugs, and the living room had also been remodeled with perfect sound insulation, so he wasn't very afraid of Sherlock's violin attack.

In such a loud voice, Watson himself couldn't hear what he said.

Natch heard it.

The little black cat shook its head violently, its ears that were lying down slowly stood up instantly, and looked sideways in Watson's direction, the cat's eyes were shining brightly.

"Meow?" Let me help you with this?

Watson didn't understand, but he was surprised that in such a noisy environment, he could still hear Natchi's meow clearly, and it didn't feel sharp and harsh.

After staring blankly at the little black cat for a while, Watson suddenly felt that he could understand again.

"You want to do me a favor?"

Natch nodded.

This picture is a bit weird.

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness. If, I mean if, you can really help me, like help me control his diet, go to bed early and wake up early after work, and don't touch the damn thing .”

But Watson had no expectations.

"You know? There was a time when he was in such poor health that I thought I'd see his dead body lying on that damn sofa when I woke up in the morning."

"Meow." Don't worry.

Natch walked up to Watson and squatted down.

In the mess created by Sherlock himself, it walks comfortably and gracefully, sitting upright, and at a glance, it immediately feels that this cat is very good, full of good breeds of integrity and reliability.

During the period of my stay here, his life will be managed by me. According to human rules and regulations, these managements will be used to pay for the accommodation during this period, and you don't need to pay other costs.

Such a feeling slowly emerged in Watson's mind.

Watson was taken aback.

"Am I hallucinating or...?"

Then he saw the little black cat jumping up suddenly, stepping on a high book shelf, and leaping towards Sherlock. With Sherlock playing the violin and ignoring his surroundings, Naqi easily fell into this place. on the head.

Sherlock: ...? ? ?

Before the two-legged beast could react, Nucky stepped on his shoulder, and then the whole cat twisted along the direction of his arm, pushing the violin away from Sherlock's shoulder, and the precious violin was thrown to the ground. While walking, it landed on the sofa with precision, and landed safely and softly.

The first time Sherlock saw a cat attacking people like this, he was stunned.

In this short period of time, Naqi looked at his hairline that was beginning to heal, narrowed his eyes, went up to mend it twice, then rolled and jumped to the ground, seeing that Sherlock was completely stupid, and then he showed satisfaction line of sight.

"Meow."

Send him to his room to sleep.