[Comprehensive British and American] Liaison Officer Daily

Sherlock took his parents back to the safe house at about nine o'clock in the evening, carrying large and small bags in his hands. When he walked up the stairs, because the things in his hands were too heavy, the wooden stairs made an unbearable sound. The squeak of heavy loads.

The small safe house became more lively now.

John and Greg expressed their surprise that Sherlock Holmes hadn't read the comics of the Super British series, and began to talk about science.

For this, Mycroft kept a polite smile and refused.

Holding a black teacup and cookies, Big Holmes went into the kitchen to refill water by himself, leaving the two goldfish in the living room who were spitting bubbles around him and trying to pull him into the bubble-spitting team.

Then, he was dragged away by an existence more terrifying than goldfish—the old Sherlock Holmes and his wife dragged away the leisurely British government, and Sherlock, who was still accepting the gloating eyes of his brother before, threw a vengeful blow at Big Holmes. Obvious and exaggerated facial expressions.

Greg asked curiously: "In your world, do legends about the goddess of death and the goddess of revenge exist?"

Nunnally thought she had misheard: "Die...what the hell?"

Nunnally scratched her face. She felt that the world on her side already had heaven and hell, so there should be no need for the goddess of death, right?

"The Goddess of Death is the goddess who is in charge of the souls of people after death. This is the setting in the comics." Greg thought that Nunnally didn't believe in the existence of gods. "In our comics, the Goddess of Death is a She is a very powerful character. In order to master more souls, she bewitched a lot of powerhouses at the level of interstellar overlords, and even made a villain at the level of cosmic overlords fall in love with her, and wanted to sacrifice her life in the universe for her. Happy."

Feeling that the story was a bit illusory, Nunnally suddenly thought of the dream she had after the Battle of New York, in which an unknown female voice told her to be careful of the scythe on her head...

When one thinks of a sickle, the first thing that comes to mind is the God of Death. Could it be that the sickle above the head that the female voice mentioned refers to the Goddess of Death?

Nunnally broke out in a cold sweat belatedly.

Then she must be careful!After all, according to the Goddess of Death's setting, I have saved so many lives through prophecy before, it is like posting a challenge post to kick the hall in front of the Goddess of Death!

Nervous and nervous, Nunnally's head knotted again:

Wait a minute, this is not right!

So, what do heaven and hell do?

Aman also said before that there is a small world in heaven to accommodate the soul after death, which means that after death, their souls do go to heaven or hell, so what about the goddess of death?

Nunnally:? ? ?

Tony poked his head from behind the sofa: "That is to say, according to your settings here, the goddess of death wants to expand the number of souls in her hands?"

Greg shrugged, nodding in confirmation.John has been pulled into the kitchen by Sherlock to rescue the two brothers who fell into the old devil and his wife, and the task of explaining is all transferred to Greg's shoulders.

Tony nodded: "Then it makes sense, no wonder even Heaven is surrounded by that pile of snot—"

Nunnally covered her ears: "Don't shout like that!"

Tony changed his words graciously: "—Unidentified objects, swamps, slimes, you can call them whatever you want. In short, if those piles of things can invade heaven, it must be that the black hand behind the scenes must have the existence of power beyond human beings, and Even the law of the evil god's gift can't compete with the ruined future, then the other party must be stronger than the evil god's law, which is completely consistent with the identity of the goddess of death."

"As for why heaven appeared first..." Tony cast a conniving glance at Nunnally, "Okay, okay, the unknown things are fine, don't stare at me, heaven is the first place where unknown things appear Place——Because the Goddess of Death wants to master more souls, but as long as there are heaven and hell, no matter how many humans are killed, these souls will not fall into her hands, so she gives priority It's better to drop unidentified objects into the heavens than to capture fallen human sites."

How to deal with the goddess of death, they didn't discuss the reason until the end.

However, ever since they knew that they had arrived in the wrong world, Tony and Nunnally did not expect to find a solution to all the problems. It was already very good to have a rough guess about the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Everyone gathered together to eat a dinner warmly prepared by the old devil and his wife, and then went back to their respective homes.

Sherlock dragged John to run fast, fearing that Mycroft would take the terrible job of sending his parents home, so poor Inspector Lestrade was mercilessly requisitioned by Mycroft for the rest of his leisure time. Escort the old devil and his wife home together.

Judging by the expression on Greg holding the car keys, he seems to have resigned himself to his fate.

Nunnally squatted in Mycroft's office for nearly a week, handling some troublesome intelligence follow-ups for him.Big Sherlock Holmes seems to have no psychological barriers to using the superpowers of visitors from another world to help him with his work. On the contrary, he can't wait to keep such a time-saving and labor-saving talent forever.

He didn't expect himself to have such an ability, because he believed that as long as all these were placed in front of his eyes, he would be able to find out the answer very quickly.But why work so hard on yourself?If you have this time, it is better to drink more tea and eat a few more biscuits.

Mycroft was lazy and confident.

If it wasn't for Nunnally's resistance to some assassination missions, he would have liked to let Nunnally do all the pending tasks accumulated on the desk in the CIA office. Believe him, this kind of cheeky thing He doesn't feel the slightest embarrassment in doing it.

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Tony was very sorry.Although a week was enough for him to recover to the state of being able to use a wheelchair, during this period of time, the private detective consultant's house on Baker Street did not enter any visitor worthy of his wheelchair going out to watch.

Hearing this, on the other side of the video screen, John, who was holding a laptop and working hard to inspect the scene for Sherlock, broke out in a cold sweat. On his first field trip, he suddenly wanted to push him in a wheelchair!

Fortunately, Sherlock didn't seem to have any reaction to Tony's words, but he nodded in agreement, saying that the recent cases have indeed become more and more boring.

Tony complains: "Are the criminals in London hibernating?"

Sherlock's curly hair flicked listlessly: "Boring."

John stared at the two video frames on the computer screen. Sherlock was on the left and Tony was on the right. He couldn't tell which of these two people was more hateful for a moment. How about going out and doing your own things?"

You know, he is on top!class!They were picked out by these two bastards to inspect the scene for them!

Sherlock wrapped his bathrobe tightly around his body with an offended look: "Noway."

Tony, on the other hand, turned his head to the side in surprise and looked at Kulina, who was still buried in the information and trying to figure it out: "He actually let me go out, and I am still a poor patient in a wheelchair!"

Nunnally raised her head wordlessly: "..."

This is not the time for you to just complain that none of your visitors deserves to be seen in a wheelchair.

The black curly-haired cat yelled impatiently to tell his doctor, the excrement shoveler, to move to the next place quickly, and stop sticking around in one place all the time, and covered the scene with his head; the Persian cat with big caramel eyes turned around With the only head in his body that doesn't hurt, he tried to persuade his liaison officer to put down the paperwork that he was sure to have, and go out to buy himself some donuts.

While the two cats are pointing and ordering their shit-shoveling officer, they still don’t forget how sweetly they meow a few times to give their own shit-shoveling officer a little sweetness. The strategy of carrot and stick is used perfectly.

Sherlock was content to enjoy the point-and-see remote on-demand service: "Yes, John, I really don't know how I lived without you before."

Tony was actively and tirelessly trying to prevent Nunnally from continuing to read the document, like a cat standing in front of the shit-shoveling officer with its soft belly turned over and firmly occupying all the sights to prevent the shit-shoveling officer from continuing to work: "Nuna Li, Nana Li, Nana Nana—”

After being injured and unable to move, Tony seemed to suddenly develop a new sticky attribute.

Across the computer screen, Nunnally and John exchanged helpless glances between poop shovelers at the same time, and each began to comfort their cats.

John skillfully coaxed the curly cat: "Where else do you want to see? Oh, do you already know the murderer? Great, let's finish this case quickly, and we can go out for a dumpling before we get back."

Nunnally pushed away the documents in her hand, took out her keys and went out to buy donuts. In order to prevent Tony from being in danger in the safe house alone, she released a stream of bright stars and stuffed it into Persian with big caramel eyes. In the cat's arms, as a furball to soothe him.

Tony, who was still obediently holding the star stream, waited for Nunnally to go out, and he really started to stretch out his paws to wipe the star stream on his hand: I saw this kind of star stream in the video last time, isn't it possible to take all the surrounding stars away? Is everything minced?But it's pretty safe to hold in your hands now.

Bored, the unlovable Persian cat stretched out its paws and patted Xingliu, which was quietly in his arms, touched it back and forth several times, and began to carry out various tests with Xingliu, which was formed into a sphere.

For example, poking your finger into the star stream, or stuffing the star stream into the glass of water on the side.

Star Stream: ………

Xingliu was softly pressed into a small hole by Tony's fingers, but unceremoniously twisted the glass into powder, and the water in the glass was also evaporated into a cloud of water vapor.

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The donut shop that Nunnally was going to was about 10 minutes one way from the safe house.

Don't ask if there is no nearby dessert shop near the safe house. You must know that Tony is a picky gourmet. During the time he came to the world of Sherlock Holmes, he has already ordered Nunnally to run almost all the dessert shops in London. That one satisfied him the most, and he was not willing to take a second bite of donuts from other stores.

Nunnally took a long breath of relief while sitting in the taxi, rubbed her dry eyes, and relaxed her sitting posture.

However, having such half an hour of relaxation time every day is quite pleasant for her who has been buried in the documents, so that she began to wonder if Tony asked her to go out and run far every day to buy Donuts, I deliberately wanted her to go out and relax.

The taxi was driving steadily, and the buildings beside the road were gradually thinning out unknowingly. In the end, the car made a screeching braking sound in a remote and uninhabited open space, and stopped abruptly.

A black pistol was loaded, and the black muzzle went over the back of the seat in the front row, pointing directly at Nunnally behind.