[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

In 221B, Jeff is a lot more honest.

It's not that these two two-legged beasts know how to deal with him better than the faceless owl, it's just that the refrigerator here is not so friendly, no donuts, no pudding, and a fucking head or something.

Jeff is not afraid of that, but affects appetite.

"Meow?" Have you lost weight?

Natch, who was idle, poked his paw at Jeff, who was pretending to be dead.

"Jie Jie Jie!" I want you to control!

After screaming twice, Jeff fell back on the spot.

At this moment, Sherlock pushed open the door and let out a loud "PANG——!".

"go out!"

Natch jumped onto Sherlock's shoulders with Jeff in his mouth, hooked his front paws on the coat fabric near the collarbone, probed down, his upper body tilted down, but it was still very stable, and he stuffed Jeff into Sherlock's coat inside the pocket.

"Meow." Stay well.

Jeff was out of breath.

Sherlock tied up his scarf and went out.

It was already dusk at this time, when they went downstairs there was a taxi waiting, Sherlock jumped up without thinking.

His smoking cessation patch was also confiscated by Naqi, but he didn't usher in the Shura mode he thought, and he didn't feel the pain of scratching his heart. On the contrary, as long as Naqi was near him, his mind would be extremely clear.

And the little black cat gives him an injection from time to time, which is enough to cope with most high-intensity work modes. Instead, he has developed a habit of scratching his stomach when he is hungry. Compared with smoking or alcohol and noise, It is a good meal itself, which can make his nerves highly concentrated.

On the contrary, if he does not eat, the hunger will directly stop his brain from functioning. Unless he is highly concentrated, he cannot resist the urge to eat something.

It just doesn't make sense.

This is not normal.

Very abnormal.

In the taxi, Sherlock carried the cat over, leaned over and buried it in the cat's fur and sucked it hard.Soft and soft, with warm body temperature and soft belly, the feeling of comfort and joy filled all of Sherlock's senses at once.

Naqi put his paw against him in disgust, and pushed his face away.

Sherlock was satisfied and put down the cat.

Naqi jumped onto the seat next to him, squatted down and licked his paws, with an extremely disgusted expression on his face.

At this moment Jeff poked his head out of Sherlock's pocket and looked ahead.The taxi driver drove them straight for a while, then suddenly turned a corner and went to the suburbs.

"Abandoned factory? Come on, get creative."

The driver's expression remained unchanged, he just glanced briefly at Sherlock from the rearview mirror and asked, "How do you know?"

"Is there a special explanation for this?" Sherlock was a little impatient, "A sudden commission was sent to my mailbox, mysterious, thrilling and interesting, completely in line with my personal preferences, the only additional requirement is that I must arrive immediately. Of course, Even if the other party doesn't ask for it, I will go there right away."

"And the most coincidental thing is that there is a taxi downstairs at this time, and it just arrived not long ago." Sherlock couldn't help shaking his head at this point: "When you mutated, didn't you have an option about intelligence?"

It's so sad.

Sherlock Holmes is really sad for the IQ of these people.

That's when he'd probably start to miss a guy.

Natch looked up at Sherlock, then lowered his head and continued to lick his paw.

"What else?" the driver asked.

"The two pets I brought, whether they were cats or hamsters, were obviously abnormal after they got into the car, and you were not surprised at all. London is not Gotham in the United States, and it has not yet been where demons and ghosts are everywhere. Super Premier League It's flying all over the sky, you are too calm."

"..." The driver was persuaded and didn't say a word.

The car drove to a place far, far away, and at first glance, it left the range of London.

For the next hour, Sherlock just watched the scenery outside the window receding continuously, feeling the killer mouse on his chest sleeping into a pocket-shaped mouse cake, and looking sideways, he found that Naqi had also slumped into a lump. ball.

It seems that to them, the human threat is not a threat at all.

They have finally arrived.

This is a very old house.

Sherlock looked up at this strange house, and he noticed that something was wrong with his spirit, and he had a strong desire to explore, as if there were some shocking secrets screaming at him.

"Meow~" Naqi let out a soft cry, and jumped onto his shoulder.

Sherlock returned to his senses instantly, and showed a puzzled look.What happened to him just now?Why such an eagerness to enter this house?Even forget to observe the surrounding environment carefully.

The "driver" was quite surprised.

"Do you also have the protection of psychics? We thought you had nothing to do with mutants." The man asked.

Sherlock frowned: "What are you talking about?"

He didn't give the man a chance to continue talking nonsense, and strode in.

After entering, it was obvious that something was wrong with the house.

A large white ball of hair was tangled in the corner of the hallway, and the room was so low that for Sherlock's height, the hair on top almost brushed the ceiling.

Nachion looked up and jumped on top of Sherlock's head.

Sherlock shrank his neck reflexively, and quickly realized what was wrong, straightened his body. There seemed to be a gap in the roof that was directly pressing on his head just now, at least it would not be a problem to stuff a Nack.

It stretched out its claws and scratched upwards, but it didn't reach the ceiling.

Naqi sniffed the surrounding air and let out a low cry: "Meow."

Sherlock didn't understand, and kept walking.

Jeff Mouse also poked its head out, sniffed around with the tip of its small nose, showed a strange expression, but didn't say anything, got into Sherlock's pocket again, and continued to sleep deeply.

There was only one road in this place, not even a door, and Sherlock kept walking, gradually losing his sense of time, and what was even more strange, he didn't seem to feel tired himself.

There's something weird about this place.

If it had been before, before these goddamn espers and what not, he would have thought he was on some sort of hallucinogen, as he had already experienced with the Hound case.

And now?

demon?Alien technology?Who knows what it all came from.

"I just said that in this era, it doesn't matter whether the earth revolves around the sun or the sun revolves around the earth." Sherlock muttered in a low voice.

"Meow." You are making excuses for being lazy and not remembering common sense.

Natch yelled lazily.

The aisle was crooked, and it was strange that Sherlock didn't notice this. In comparison, there was a feeling of being spied on all the time hovering in Sherlock's mind, and that was the problem that gave him a headache.

"What kind of mutant ability is this?" Sherlock glanced at the kitten that fell on his shoulder.

He really has no "common sense" in this regard.

Naqi shook his head and said that this is not a mutant ability. After staring at it for a while, Sherlock realized that the kitten did not want to reveal the existence of the phone, so he continued to move forward.

Finally, a door appeared at the end.

Open it, go in, and the door shuts itself.

"It's okay, it is said that on the magic side, automatic doors are a luxury." Sherlock was picky.

But Natch could smell his emotions of fear.

Unlike Batman, who is used to fighting against darkness, Sherlock obviously doesn't know much about "the pressure of another world". Feel the hopelessness of force majeure.

He hasn't gotten used to this yet.

The room was empty.

The driver who came in with him took off his hat and introduced the people present to Sherlock, "Mr. Holmes, you can call me 'Professor Zemo'."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly: "Sorry?" He didn't know him.

Zemo was not surprised: "Of course, Moriarty told you that you can't even tell who turns the sun and the earth, and you don't care at all. Of course, you don't know our existence. After all, our home court has always been in the United States. .”

"so?"

"The reason I'm looking for you is that I can't find Moriarty."

Moze's smile looked like an ordinary person, not aggressive, and looked normal, so normal that even if Sherlock passed him by, he couldn't tell whether he was a criminal.

"Moriarty? Oh, I see. You think I fell off the cliff with him, and I came back alive, but he disappeared, so I know where he is, right?" Sherlock looked up and scanned the surroundings , "However, have you overlooked one point: I don't know how I got back."

Zemo looked at him, obviously not believing it, and then moved his eyes to Naqi: "But your cat must know something."

Sherlock remained calm: "Cat? Do you expect it to dance for you?"

"Not bad?"

Saying this, Zemo approached Sherlock, to be precise, he approached Nucky who was squatting on Sherlock's shoulder.

"I know you, a special kind of existence that reveals the essence of the other side of the world. You are beautiful and pure, there is no distinction between good and evil. From some perspectives, you are the most correct form of life."

Natch: ...?

It looked at the human's indescribably low spiritual value and the nonsense words, and blinked blankly, obviously surprised by this description method.

What the hell is beautiful and pure? ? ?

What's the deal with them? ? ?

"Meow?" Correct?us?

Natch felt ridiculous.

When did they have a penny relationship with "correctness"?

Moreover, for life, where is the so-called "correctness"?Even Twolegs knows that life is constantly evolving, and that what it is now is just a temporary stop in the endless possibilities.

No one is "right".

Naqi showed disgust, turned around, and pointed his butt at the man.

It hates this type of human beings very much. It only has a half-knowledge, and it shows a natural look.

Obviously even it itself, or even the existence of that "it", dare not say how much it understands the world, but some human beings are so arrogant, taking things that are just "possibility" as truth, and thinking how powerful they are.

Natch thought about it and was sure he didn't like that Zemo.

So when Zemo turned to the front of the black cat, Naqi bared his teeth and made a "hoo".

"Coincidentally, I hate you too," Zemo said calmly, "tell us where Moriarty is going, little guy, we all know you understand and understand your rules. You are a good boy, Right?" He knew very well that Natch wouldn't give him a paw, so he felt safe.

"According to our informant, you have only recently come into contact with Aegis and the Avengers, and we have noticed your existence many years ago." Zemo showed a victorious smile, "The bad guys are always faster step."

"Interesting, you look a bit like Moriarty now, and you don't look too stupid, why don't you go up and replace it? Moriarty No. [-]? As his old opponent, I can build you a seal."

Sherlock taunted casually, and pulled Naki, who was still baring his teeth, into his arms.

Naqi rolled in his arms and looked up suspiciously.

"Meow?" Are you trying to protect me?

"Shut up and stay honest." Sherlock was inexplicably nervous, and there was a layer of sweat in his palms.

Faced with Zemo's obviously weird smile, Sherlock knew what was wrong here, and he was caught when he entered. This guy had asked about "the protection of psychics" before, that is to say, it might be Some sort of mutant ability or something like that, and his brain was being affected.

Subconsciously, Sherlock tucked the cat into his coat.

Naqi, Naqi seriously felt this strange feeling.

Protected?

The author has something to say: *The house is also a Demo, in order to prevent spoilers, the specific instructions will be placed in the next chapter.