[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Sherlock was actually asleep.

Natchy’s grunt sounded like magic. Originally, he was so annoying that night, thinking about meaningless things, and cleaning up didn’t work at all, but it only came for a while, successfully interrupting his thinking, and instantly let go Brain, coupled with hypnotic voices, Sherlock fell asleep in bed in a short while.

Peaceful like a baby.

After settling the goods, Watson took Naqi back to his room.

"It's unbelievable, are you some magical guy like a fairy godmother or a magic nanny?" He rubbed the little black cat's head.

Natch cried softly, and lay down on the edge of Watson's pillow.

"Meow~" is not it.

Perhaps in return for Watson's gentle character, Naqi also behaved very docile and not aggressive.

Watson liked it even more.

"Because of my commission?"

Naqi nodded, it thought for a while, tried to use its claws to pull the mobile phone around its neck, and then stared at Watson, it was testing Watson's acceptance, and after finding out that this person was particularly resistant to torture by Sherlock So relieved, he turned on the projection screen.

[This is your residence, and you must have a direct entrustment from your roommate before you can 'legally' assist in the management of one of the members. At the same time, other problems arising from this need to be taken care of by the entrusting person. 】

Naqi flicked his tail, and even made a "swish" sound when he was fast, and his typing speed was getting faster and faster.

Watson was dumbfounded.

After about ten seconds, he finally came back to his senses.

"I've known for a long time that you are definitely not an ordinary cat, but this is too unusual. Are you really not a mutant or something?" He sat down on his sofa and relaxed.

[Of course not mutants. 】Nach honestly knocked, 【You can almost 100% believe every word I express. 】

"100%? Sherlock will definitely not believe this." When Watson said this, he seemed to be laughing at himself.

Naqi comforted him with a soft cry, coquettishly.

[My race does not lie. For the Longevity species, lying is meaningless. When a life has a life that is hard to see the end and an excellent memory, then any lying is just asking for trouble. 】

A lie needs a hundred or even a thousand lies to cover up.

Even in the most boring of times, they find this behavior really tiring.

And there is no gain.

However, there seems to be a different situation in human society, and those Naqi don't quite understand it.

"It seems that we are different, huh?" Watson smiled, changed into pajamas and got into bed, "Humans sometimes tell lies, and lies are not always bad. By the way, Mrs. Hudson will not be here tomorrow, We're going to fix our own breakfast."

Watson was quite distressed by this, and he turned off the light helplessly: "Sleep, have a good dream, little guy."

Natch blinked in the dark, thought for a while, and decided to make Watson's wish come true.

So it got into Charles' dream.

In the dream, it belonged to a certain morning more than ten years ago, when the first ray of sunlight broke through the darkness.

Naqi sat side by side with Charles on the cliff in the light, with the abyss beneath it, and Charles' wheelchair stopped not far behind it.

"Come to see me, friend." Charles asked it.

It said: "I want to learn chess."

Charles agreed with a smile.

The next morning, Natch got up at six o'clock, looked at Watson, who was soundly asleep, and started typing text messages to Batman, telling him that Malone's vest was being targeted by a strange guy named "Mycroft" Yes, let him be careful.

Then it went to the kitchen.

Watson was awakened by the smell of food.

The smell of freshly baked bread fills the house.

Is Mrs. Hudson back?

Watson was thinking in a daze. He couldn't resist the scent, so he got up in a daze, put on a coat, floated out, and followed the scent honestly to the living room.

Freshly baked steaming bread is on the table.

He saw pan-fried chicken thighs and Caesar salad, and fresh juice, topped with orange slices for garnish.

Watson froze for a moment, but didn't react.

If he remembered correctly, Mrs. Hudson didn't like such little tricks?

Natch sat at the corner of the table, next to a white porcelain vase, Watson remembered that, it was a good decoration, Watson also brought back flowers, who knew that Sherlock was flailing his teeth and claws when he was working, and all kinds of disgusted it took up space , almost broke several times.

Mrs. Hudson got very angry but had no choice but to take it back into the warehouse.

Now it is brought out, and there are two pure white roses on it.

"You did it?"

Natch conceded.

"Meow~" Remember to wash up before eating.

Watson unexpectedly found that this time he understood it very smoothly. It felt like he had suddenly learned a foreign language.However, that is not an intuitive "understanding", it is more like a different kind of empathy, which is wonderful and pleasant.

"Okay, by the way, I'll wake that guy up for you."

Waking Sherlock up in the morning is a terrible job. Sometimes, even Mycroft has to call a few people over to carry Sherlock away.

But thinking about today's breakfast, Watson believed that Sherlock would not want to miss this.

"No! I just want to sleep!" Sherlock, who was forced to get up, immediately yelled in protest. When Watson put on his coat, he almost screamed: "Why is breakfast more important than sleep? Sleep until noon, get up Isn't the first meal you eat after breakfast not breakfast?!"

"Of course not!" Watson seriously refused.

When the two of them dragged into the living room, Sherlock fell silent amidst the scent.

There is one more soup on the table.

It looks like a soup made of fish fillets, tofu, and some kind of vegetables. It is milky white, with some oily green colors floating around, dotted around the edges, and it looks very appetizing.

Sherlock fell silent quickly, and after staring at Nucky silently for a few seconds, he sat down and began to eat.

"Meow?!" Did you eat after brushing your teeth and washing your face? !

This guy's living habits are worse than Batman and Stark!

Naqi had the urge to record it and send it to the numbers in his mobile phone.

The little black cat meowed, but Sherlock didn't appreciate it, so that the picture was very chaotic for a while.

The breakfast was a mess.

Watson didn't bother, he packed up and sat down to eat. The mighty Sherlock finally succumbed to his appetite, brushed his teeth and washed his face obediently, and then sat down to eat. Be picky about the meal.

But will Natch give him the chance?

The answer is of course no.

The fish soup is delicious and mellow but not greasy. The chicken chop is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, rich in juice but not greasy. The bread is springy on the outside and soft on the inside, just like a cake.

Sherlock's expression stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his eating speed became faster and faster.

Watson sighed.

I feel that Sherlock will really make troubles for himself. He is obviously very satisfied with the food, but he still has to put on a bad face. Don't you feel that the facial expression is stiff and uncomfortable?

He doesn't understand the thinking of a famous detective.

And Nucky had already decided that the Twoleg was just in trouble.

It gently curled its tail, watching the Twolegs eat to their heart's content, breakfast is the beginning of the day, and a good breakfast can make human beings have better resistance to blows throughout the day.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Watson asked Sherlock.

Sherlock took the time to glance at him, but said nothing.

As we all know, for Sherlock, not finding fault is the greatest compliment.Watson laughed out loud at this, which earned him a contemptuous stare.

After breakfast.

Watson went to work in the clinic, and Sherlock put on his coat and went out.

Naqi yawned greatly, stretched himself again, and then opened the window and got out.

The streets of London always smell of water mist, the smell of earth and animals permeates all the bricks and tiles, and under the concrete floor, Nach can still smell the rotten smell that belongs to his era.

"Meow~"

The cat jumped on the branch and walked around the eaves.

It unhurriedly followed Sherlock's trajectory and came to a street corner.

This place is obviously a slum, and a child in ragged clothes like a beggar got out.Just like Batman has "Robin School" and a special orphanage, Sherlock also has his "Mini Detective Gang".

The little beggars shuttled through the streets and alleys. Their existence couldn't be more normal. Even if they got closer to eavesdrop on the information, they would at most be expelled. Few people would go to the newspaper office to beat up a poor little beggar.

Then they bring back the intelligence in exchange for what they want.

And Sherlock is responsible for protecting their freedom in this area, so that they will not be dragged to the orphanage by the police, nor will they be trafficked or even killed by other adult beggars.

Human relationships are always wondrous and indescribable.

Natch leaned against the wall and watched them talking in a very low voice.

They found a little mutant who was attacked and hid with them.

Naqi rested his chin and looked down, feeling quite surprised. This seemed to be the first time it saw humans helping mutants other than "superheroes".

Or maybe it's because it only roams the streets and never peeks into other people's houses?

It never prys into other people's privacy, so naturally it doesn't know many private things.

Their voices were too low, and more conversations could not be heard clearly. Sherlock quickly went to the next location, and Naqi looked at the group of little beggars, and turned his head to follow.

Just as it was about to lift its feet, a large shadow fell from above.

The cat took a half step back alertly, squinting its eyes to look at the unexpected visitor.

"Goo!"

It was a pigeon that fell down.

The color of the pigeon's fur is very special, as if it is wearing a small silver-gray suit, with white feathers on its neck that resemble the collar of a white shirt, and a gray and white tie with diagonal stripes underneath.

The recognizability is very high.

It is obvious that it belongs to the same kind of breath.

Usually it's fine, but today it's only a working cat.

Naqi decisively stretched out his paw and slapped it away.

A pigeon with a gentleman's top hat tied around its neck with a ribbon made a series of "coo-coo-coo" sounds, and a small pocket watch was hung around its neck. As it fluttered, the pocket watch swung left and right.

Naqi just watched it flutter up again, and the pigeon and the cat looked at each other silently.

This is the land it is familiar with, but this pigeon is not someone it is familiar with.

On the side of intelligent creatures, they are giving birth to new partners all the time.

Naqi has no hostility towards this guy who is much younger than himself. Seeing that the other party is curious about him, he simply took the initiative to join him with the mentality of early contact and early farewell.

The pigeon cooed and tilted its head to look at this guy.

Naqi approached slowly, as if hunting, but the pigeon was not too vigilant, allowing the kitten to get close enough, the fur paw moved, Naqi raised the paw, and poked the pigeon's fur with the meat pad Fluffy belly.

The pigeon became more confused: "Googoo?"

So soft.

Natch showed a puzzled expression.

"Meow?" So soft.

Pigeon looked down at her belly and tilted her head: "Gee?"

The soft and elastic cat pad, the soft super fluffy pigeon belly hair, when the two collide, each other shows the same confusion.

Then the pigeon was startled suddenly, and the pocket watch started to vibrate suddenly. It tried to look down at the pocket watch, and the pigeon showed a completely suffocated expression on its face, and flapped its wings and flew away.

Natch: ...it thinks the pigeon should have its brain repaired.

Turning around again, Sherlock was gone.

Naqi showed a self-doubting expression. This was the first time he suddenly turned a corner to fish when he was doing serious things. The feeling of not being able to help fish was as if he had been infected with a strange state.

The little black cat shook its head vigorously, from the head to the tip of the tail, and got rid of the inertia of wanting to mess with time, and immediately followed the faint breath left on Sherlock to search all the way, and chased after him. .

This time Sherlock went to a place where homeless people gathered, and naturally blended in and talked with them.

Then he missed lunch, and then he missed dinner.Naqi's expression also began to change, from leisurely and carefree, to squinting eyes of disapproval, to the last blue veins in his head.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Sherlock finally started to stumble back.

He looked like he was in a very bad spirit. If he hadn't eaten a good breakfast, he would probably have his head on the ground right now.

Naqi gave a disapproving look.

The author has something to say: *Gentleman Pigeon (Cuckoo).

It is a terrible urban legend (bushi) that the Gugu monster who loves fishing not only loves fishing himself, but also infects his companions and targets to enter the state of fishing together.Keke, this is a good recognition.