[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Sherlock is protecting Narch, although he is not sure whether his actions have some practical significance, his actions are completely out of instinct, out of human nature's care of the family.

If Watson were here, he would be surprised and moved.

Sherlock Holmes.

In the torrent of life, his human side, which had been silent all along, spit out only a few sporadic bubbles.

"Meow."

Natch made a sound of relief for Watson.

Two-legged beasts should look like two-legged beasts. As a short-lived species but with a long-lived thinking mode, it is easy to get lost in the short life, like a meteor, flying across the night sky, leaving behind a short tail.

This made Naqi suddenly think of the woman named Natasha.

Also a mercenary, Natasha is completely different from Hawkeye. Her character is too flexible, like a bride wearing a thick long veil, making it impossible to see whether the bouquet in her hand contains a knife.

Natasha's body has also been altered, maybe one day?Maybe after the two sides get more familiar with each other, the vigilant lady agent is willing to let her lick her fur.

Natch brought his attention back to the present.

Zemo smiled. "I think you'll change your mind."

Subsequently, he left in diameter.

Sherlock frowned slightly, and found that all the entrance and exit doors had disappeared, and the ceiling seemed to be lower.It didn't look like some kind of mechanism, he didn't hear any movement.

"Jie?" Isn't this my old friend?

Jeff poked his head out of his pocket, rubbing his face instinctively, and screamed softly.

Natch looked at Sherlock's neckline. Humans were sweating more and more. It jumped to the top of the human head to look at the ceiling. From its perspective, it could be seen that the so-called "ceilings" were all entangled hairballs.

It's fluffy, and it seems to be a little comfortable.

Naqi took out his mobile phone and started typing: 【This is 'Haunted House'. 】

They are not compatible with most electrical appliances. Generally speaking, when they use their abilities, surveillance devices that require signal transmission will be interfered to a certain extent, and the specific degree is determined by the coverage of the abilities.

In such a state where the entire house is covered by the influence, the monitoring equipment is definitely unusable.

"Haunted house? The kind in a boring horror movie?"

Sherlock sat down, thinking about the reason for the uncontrollable throbbing of his heart. It was an emotion similar to fear. Needless to say, if this continues, he will be "scared to death" in a short time. And the biggest problem is that he doesn't know what scares him.

[…] Naqi began to recall what a "horror movie" is, but it is not difficult to understand this word literally. The presence.Occupying various corners of unoccupied houses and calling more parts of itself to gather, the last house becomes a 'haunted house'. 】

[Similar to becoming its stomach.It will attract people to enter, and eat the fear and energy of human beings. In the end, human beings will only be left with skeletons that look extremely old. 】

"So it doesn't look like you?"

[Yes, it is harmful, and the executors have been looking for it for a long time.In the last operation, the enforcers only caught Jeff, but it ran away. 】

Jeff is in a good mood visible to the naked eye.

It smiled sharply, ran around the room, its limbs and claws danced so fast that almost only afterimages were left, making rustling sounds, it was very happy.

Sherlock felt that his lungs began to have difficulty breathing, and his muscles tensed and twitched uncontrollably, forcing him to intensify his breathing: "When was the last time you acted?"

[Maybe decades, or ten years?I have no discernible sense of time. 】

It seems that Naqi is not very worried about Sherlock. After all, if Sherlock is really dying, it can cure him. The problem is that if the problem here is not solved, Sherlock will still be "scared to death" again.

Although it doesn't matter, it even feels a little funny.

But human beings don't seem to accept the cycle of "dying soon", "healed", and "dying soon", and it is easy to blow up the mental value directly.

[Did you see any hallucinations? 】

Natch asked Sherlock, in order to make humans focus, it leaned over and almost put the projection screen into Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock pushed the little black cat away a little bit: "Uh, it's okay, I see you are a humanoid monster wearing a huge black crow cloak and a bird's beak mask. These words are poisonous beetles, and crawling around."

He paused for a while, then continued: "It's okay, I know very well that these are hallucinations."

"..." Naqi was convinced.

"Jie Jie." Barren imagination.

Jeff was very happy.

Naqi slapped it away with his paw, and the hamster ball bounced, bounced into the corner, and quickly merged into the wall.Naqi followed and pulled it curiously, but it couldn't penetrate.

It looks like the haunted house is welcoming its old friend.

These hallucinations caused by the haunted house are not neurological problems caused by drugs, but the influence of magic. Sherlock can't show more resistance.

At the same time, the negative problems of excessive drug use also began to make trouble.

Because of the use of some poisonous substances, his heart, lungs, and brain nerves have suffered irreparable injuries. It's just that he usually exercises and the existence of the thinking hall helps him cover it up.

In extreme environments, these problems are immediately exposed.

Natch watched as Sherlock's breathing began to weaken, and his heart was quickly overwhelmed by the constant fright.

It hesitated, and soon sighed helplessly.

"Meow..." I am a doctor, not a soldier.

Natch meowed helplessly.

Then the little black cat sat upright, moved its paws slightly, and immediately a black mist diffused from under its cloak.The mist quickly touched the wall, and the two sides obviously repelled each other, and began a fierce struggle like a chemical reaction. Some white mist appeared with the reaction, and quickly dispersed to the point where no trace could be found.

Sherlock's panic level began to level off.

His ability to self-regulate is very strong, as long as he is given a little air strike, he can force himself to calm down.

Panting, Sherlock supported himself, and he blinked his eyes hard, trying to see the surrounding situation clearly.He saw that the black mist was sticking to the wall, emitting black smoke like mold, constantly offsetting each other with some white hairy things on the wall, but no one really attacked anyone, and they maintained a stable state. status.

"what have you done?"

"Meow." Make harmless the substances it releases.

"Oh shit, I got it. What's wrong with me?" That's definitely not normal.

Sherlock's level of cat language has always fluctuated with changes in his attention, but this is indeed the clearest understanding.

You are sliding into the abyss.

Sherlock began to mutter under Natch's meow: "Abstract metaphor, waste of time."

Natch: ...

Suddenly I don't want to talk to him.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Like the whispered call of a ghost on a moonlit night.

Here comes the Faceless Owl.

The whole "Haunted House" began to shake, swaying as if trembling, and then, countless balls of hair loosened, and rushed out of the window under Sherlock's stunned gaze.

The house has also been restored to its original appearance.

- an abandoned wooden house.

Natch watched calmly.

With the previous experience, this time the Faceless Owl's attack was very precise, and the tentacles were entangled to form a black membrane, which wrapped all the hairballs in it.

Natch jumped out of the window.

Sherlock forced himself to chase, and ran out of strength after two steps, leaning on the window frame to look out.

He saw Naqi spread out the black mist, saw the scorching figure swaying and flickering in it, a humanoid creature with a crow's mouth mask stretched out its hand, and opposite Naqi stood a pole-like owl with no face .

Above the Faceless Owl, a faceless man in a dark suit turned his head slightly, he seemed to be looking at Sherlock, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything. The black tentacles should be wrapped around something, and that thing was Struggling violently, the figure with the crow's beak mask just stretched his hand into it.

The violent trembling caused the ground to vibrate, and there seemed to be soul-inducing street lights flickering on and off in the air, shaking endlessly.

In an instant, everything fell down again.

It's only a second.

But Sherlock was able to remember, his thought hall remembered everything tonight, and saved it into a huge portrait, covered with an unusually heavy wine-red carpet, sinking into the depths of memory.

As the faceless owl's blank face approached, the world was occupied by barren whiteness, and he also sank.

You shouldn't let humans see this.

The Faceless Owl was whispering.

I'm not the one responsible for maintaining the rules.

Naqi refused to take more responsibility. The black mist behind it surged alone for a while, and the body of a sugar glider was spit out. The eyeballs were diffuse and pale gray. It seemed to be a corpse. Very nice, pure white and glossy, obviously it's not real.

The human form pulled its hand out from the tentacles, and stuffed it into the sugar glider's mouth with a trace of white fluff.

The sugar glider's eyes turned red.

The surgical needle guides the black silk thread to suture quickly, and from another dimension, the "haunted house" and the sugar glider are permanently sewn together, combining the two into one.

Where is Jeff?

Faceless Owl looked at Naqi.

Natch looked at him too: it's not my responsibility.

Although Naci's after-sales service lasted for a long time, the execution was related to its mood at the time.Obviously, now it cares more about Sherlock's state than the hamster or sugar glider.

The black mist dissipated, and the little black cat walked over to the house.

"

Goo. "name.

The Faceless Owl bluffed its wings.

Naqi glanced back: "Meow." Ball ball.

"..."

The Faceless Owl began to realize that maybe Natch's ability to choose a name was worse than his understanding of "treatment".

While the faceless owl was looking for Jeff and waiting for the sugar glider to wake up, Natch squatted beside Sherlock and waited for the human to wake up.

About ten minutes later, Sherlock woke up in convulsions.

It can be seen that in order to wake himself up as soon as possible, he has gone through a lot of hard work in his thinking hall.

Natch raised his cat's paw and lightly pressed it against the tip of Sherlock's nose.

"Meow." Lie down for a while.

Sherlock was stunned, the soft pads pressed against the tip of his nose, there was a bit of coolness, and there was some smell of the land, the strange thing was that there was no dust and mud on it, it was as clean as if it had never touched any dust.

He fell back in diameter, lying on his back, experiencing the process of various senses gradually returning to his body.

"What's wrong with me? Oh no, you don't need to answer me." He seemed to know everything, and when his hands and feet felt basically stable, Sherlock tried to sit up again to cope with the dizziness, "Okay, no problem."

He staggered back to the wooden house and looked around hastily.

"Your friend did a good job. He evacuated in a hurry and failed to deal with all the clues."

Sherlock muttered, and got to work.

Natch crouched on the window frame and watched him.

Looking at this guy lying on the floor in a shapeless manner and inspecting it inch by inch, it was so meticulous that it was unbelievable. This is a scene that you can't see with the two tech freaks like Batman or Iron Man. Naqi is willing to look at it for a while.

The room temporarily entered harmony and silence.

Outside, the Tentacles of the Faceless Owl spread out, and it caught the Killer Mouse trying to escape from nowhere. It wrapped its tentacles around the hamster and flapped its wings, while the Sugar Glider stayed where it was.

This newborn animal is not the size of a palm, it can only be said to be two laps bigger than the Killer Mouse.

At this point it is fully awake.

With a pink nose tip, its eyeballs turned black after precipitation, and it was staring at Naqi with those all-black pearl-like eyeballs.

Natch: ...

Suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

ZKR is a lesson from the past. In this operation, Naqi did not empty out the emotion of "haunted house".

It's just that he didn't expect that the sugar glider, which Naqi called Qiuqiu, would stare at the little black cat even when his feelings hadn't been completely emptied.

It scrambled up a nearby branch and swooped down on Nack.

Natch showed its refusal with actions.

Watching something gliding over.

Naqi lowered his body silently.

Sherlock, who was squatting by the window to check the details, happened to look up.

"What?!"

Confused.

The author has something to say: *Qiuqiu (haunted house), a kind of soft ball like a dandelion, usually floats in the air and cannot be seen directly. All the haunted houses are a whole. Afterwards, others will come over one after another, forming pompoms in the corners of the house, and the attached house will become a "haunted house", attracting people to explore, absorb their fear and spirit, and strengthen themselves.

After being rendered harmless, Natch sewed it onto the corpse of a sugar glider.

*The image about this guy was inspired by Dog Furballs.For example, Samoyed, if the fur is not cleaned one day in summer, "terrible" things will happen the next day.

*The ability comes from the "hound" in Sherlock Holmes. (But they are not the same. Ball is on the magic side.)