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Mycroft's expression was visibly stiff, and even Nunnally could see his displeasure: "These two are my father and mother, and this is my younger brother Sherlock. I believe they are here with you It must have appeared in movies all over the world, so I won’t continue to introduce it.”

Nunnally clearly saw the frenzied research expression on Sherlock's indifferent face!His sharp eyes, as if they were about to dissect people, immediately stuck to Tony's body, and shaved Tony from head to tail.

Tony: "..."

I really want to meet Holmes, but please, not while I'm still in a cast and bandaged!

Sherlock blinked: "You didn't amputate this Mr. Stark, did you? John has whispered in my ear countless times before I came. The height of that Mr. Iron Man is 186?"

He dragged his tone: "Of course, maybe what John said was the net height of your suit of armor, maybe I heard it wrong." Sherlock shook his head left and right, his pale and handsome face was flushed, "—And what about your battle armor?"

This curly-haired Mr. Holmes is obviously more interested in Tony's armor than Tony himself.

Tony: "..."

Nunnally: "..."

Wow!This is very hurtful!

Nunnally shot like lightning and held Tony who was about to get up and die with Sherlock, and persuaded: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, he is telling the truth."

Tony: "???"

Maybe it was completely injured by Nunnally's last knife, Tony leaned on the bed with a blue face and did not move, a pair of big caramel-colored eyes looked at Nunnally's back resentfully, trying to get on the little fool's back. Burn two holes with eyes.

Mycroft tapped the black umbrella that he never left his hand, and put on a very perfunctory smile: "The person you want to meet is here, now, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Miss Boshman to the office Keep working."

Mycroft firmly held on to the bottom line that Nunnally, a useful person, could not be left by the three uninvited guests in the room, and very coldly left Tony for his noisy family, and then he did not affect the elegance and quite He evacuated the safe house that suddenly became terrifying to him at a fast speed.

Holmes, big and small, rushed forward and surrounded Tony who couldn't get out of bed by himself.

Old Mr. Holmes: "How could such a world-traveling thing happen?" He dragged his wife and looked at Tony while muttering some terms that Nunnally would be confused if she was here.

Sherlock took out his mobile phone: "John asked me to take a picture. Don't look at me, it's not that I want to take a picture."

"..." Tony, who was watched by the crowd, silently took out the new mobile phone that Mycroft gave him, which can be used normally in this world.

Before Nunnally left, Tony was still lying on the bed and said goodbye with a smile that didn't seem to be disappointed at all. He was cute and reasonable.As soon as Nunnally and Mycroft left the room, he began to frantically send text messages to Nunnally with his extraordinary hand speed, the interval frequency was comparable to Sherlock's messages to John.

On the car heading to the office, Nunnally's text messages kept ringing, and Mycroft couldn't help but look sideways.

"Remember not to do all the work."

"John says he's seen Mycroft running around the office. Interesting, maybe ask Mycroft what he does to keep in shape while eating sweets."

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"Old Mr. Holmes said that Mycroft can play the cello. You can tell him to make a prophecy and play the cello once."

"Sherlock said that Mycroft's office is full of desserts. Help me find out what the desserts are in Mycroft's office."

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"Bring me back some nice donuts, darling."

Mycroft had never seen anyone as annoying as his brother, and today he finally did.

He asked kindly: "Don't you need to reply? Don't care about me."

Nunnally: "No, no need."

Nunnally sat like a cushion under Mycroft's meaningful eyes.

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By the time Nunnally finished all her work and followed Mycroft back to the safe house, night had fallen in London.

She stopped before entering the door, took several pictures of night scenes of London streets, and took pictures of the retro street lamps on the side of the street before entering the house with a donut in her hand.

Up the narrow stairs to the second floor, there is a relatively large and warm living room.Tony dozed off on the couch in the living room, and two excited-looking gentlemen sat on chairs by the dining table, one of whom turned out to be the short doctor who had helped Tony and Nunnally .

Nunnally suddenly realized something: "John, Doctor John? Oh, John Watson, I should have thought of it earlier!"

After she shook hands with the military doctor who stood up to welcome him with a warm and solid smile, she turned to look at another man who followed him.The other party's hair was slightly gray, but his facial features were handsome: "Hello, I'm Inspector Greg Lestrade."

Nunnally opened her eyes wide in surprise: "This is really beyond my imagination!" He was unexpectedly handsome, completely different from what was written in the book.

Greg smiled, and also shook hands with Nunnally to say hello, and then skillfully stuffed the prepared black tea and cookies into the hand of Mycroft who was about to speak, obviously to his superior The character who loves to assign and enjoy is well known.

In private, Greg was a little embarrassed to get along with unfamiliar women when he didn't wear a police badge, but as Tony was glad, Nunnally always had a magical power that made all the men who got along with her forget her gender, I only remember her rough lines... So after Nunnally's social barrier speech several times, Greg has completely figured out how to deal with Nunnally.

To be honest, this couldn't be more difficult than usual, right?

At this time, Greg, who was completely relaxed, was asking Nunnally about whether superpowers really existed. Nunnally sent a little star to him who was full of curiosity.

This is Mycroft's star.The mild-tempered inspector urged Nunnally to give him Mycroft stars to vent his dissatisfaction with the boss who always ordered him around.

Greg poked the Mycroft star several times with his finger, sending the chubby little star flying around.

John was explaining to Nunnally that now he no longer records the diary by handwriting, but uses the method of blogging to communicate with people all over the Internet about the incomparable cases that Sherlock has cracked.

Nunnally looked around suddenly as she listened: "Huh? What about Sherlock?"

Because there is more than one Sherlock Holmes sitting in this house, everyone has already called several extremely intelligent Sherlock Holmes demon kings by their first names.

John laughed: "He is shopping with old Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, and it may take a while before he comes back."

There was a look of sympathy mixed with schadenfreude in Mycroft's always cold eyes.

The chat between Nunnally and the two good-tempered gentlemen lasted for a long time. Her social retardation did not cause any conflicts between the two gentlemen. It's been a few years, and Nunnally's level of irritating is not at all comparable to Sherlock or Mycroft.

Mycroft kept smiling the whole time, eating biscuits with Grego's black tea, but his eyes seemed uninterested.Apparently the British government prefers to stay in its own office, rather than this apartment that is too small to turn around.

He didn't comment on Greg's bold act of poking his star face to face, but looked at the gray-haired inspector calmly, until Greg himself started to feel weak, and touched his round and round cheeks as compensation Mycroft, quickly let go of the boss's natal star.

Nunnally stretched out her hand to catch Mycroft back, and pinched Xing Xing's belly.

Mycroft's original sitting posture suddenly froze, and his face changed suddenly: "What are you doing?!"

Nunnally was taken aback by the other party's harsh questioning, and pinched Xing Xing again.

Mycroft quickly put down the black teacup, stood up and grabbed Nunnally's hand holding the star: "Let go, don't pinch it."

Tony occupied the entire couch comfortably, lying down and nibbling on the Mycroft star that Nunnally brought back, when he heard Mycroft's sudden sound, he immediately stretched his neck vigilantly: "What are you doing? ? Let go of Nunnally."

Mycroft frowned, his muscles tensed, and his eyes fixed on the white-haired little girl.He didn't listen to Tony's words to let go of Nunnally at all, but instead held Nunnally's hand even tighter.

Nunnally didn't know why, she stared blankly at Mycroft for a long time before she suddenly realized what was going on, and quickly let go of the Mycroft star in her hand.

She almost forgot about this problem. After all, this problem happened silently and without warning. If it wasn't for Kuaiyin's accident, she would never have discovered it. To a certain extent, it is returned to the deity of the stars, so that the deity is also affected by the same.

Nunnally used this ability when saving Kuaiyin before, but after that time, she never touched the stars so directly, and even forgot about the change in this ability.

Detective Greg, who came over because of Mycroft's abnormal reaction, sighed, obviously disappointed that he didn't have the same effect as Nunnally when he just poked Mycroft's star.

Nunnally rubbed her eyes subconsciously: Strange, did I just see a bunch of gay gas again!

Two wisps of half-black and half-gold mist of luck were squeezed together angrily in the gay room, squeezed together for a while, and then inseparable. One side of the mist was connected to Mycroft's chest, and the other side was connected to the honest man. The chest of Inspector Greg, who was sitting upright.

Nunnally's awe-inspiring eyes on Holmes suddenly changed: ...Did I discover some big secret!