[Zhongyingmei] There are new relationships every day

Sherlock is worthy of being Sherlock, who can always make people speechless.

Alicia had no hope for Holmes. She looked at the boy who carefully put the violin back into the case with tenderness in her eyes.

Conan started packing his luggage.

He appeared in this world with his schoolbag and violin case on his back, directly in front of Sherlock Holmes, and when Watson came back, he saw two Holmes.

He stuffed his things back into the backpack, and then found a strange-looking ring with two rings connected together from the interlayer of the schoolbag.

The little boy stood firmly, with some youthful arrogance in the corners of his brows and eyes.

"It's nice to meet you, and I've had a good time these few days, but I'm going back."

He was carrying his schoolbag, and the violin case was under his armpit. He held his ring-wearing hand steady, and began to draw circles with his other hand, muttering: "If you don't go back, Stephen will beat me up."

For a moment, everyone was staring at him, and no one spoke.

Loki's eyes were fixed on the little boy's hand, and his lips were tightly pressed.

——He felt the fluctuation of magic power.Different from his power, but the origin is the same magical power.

Surrounded by several people, Conan's thin chest stood out. While Alicia and Watson were stunned, the golden-orange magic power built a channel, and a hole leading to an unknown place opened in front of him.

At a glance, the "door" leads to a classically styled room with no one in it.

Alicia:! ! !

Little Holmes made up a line with an aria, and finally he couldn't help laughing: "I'm about to return from a trip that deviated from the route, I hope I won't be punished for endorsement."

"When I become the supreme mage, I will come back to see you!"

Conan stepped into the hole.

He put the violin case on the ground, turned his head, froze for a moment, and screamed: "—Uncle John, my notebook!!!"

However it was of no use.

Channel is closed.

Watson looked at the notebook in Sherlock's hand, and then at the place where Conan disappeared: "...Wow."

The dream of a young writer may be shattered.

Except for the card in Alicia's hand and the notebook in Sherlock's hand, Conan's appearance and departure seemed to be an illusion that would be evaporated at any time, without a trace.

Sherlock was still flipping through the poor debut novel of "Son", with a mocking face.

"Boring." He closed the notebook and threw it on the coffee table, "John, did I ask you to send the text message to Lestrade?"

"When did you ask me to send a text message? Why don't you send it yourself?"

"Before you go out," he stood up from the sofa and took off the coat from the hanger, "he refused to receive my text messages."

Watson: "..."

Forget it, I will post it now.

Alicia looked at the two of them getting along, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Originally, I came to see old friends. After all, it is not proper for her to lose contact after graduation.But obviously, Sherlock would not contact her even if he had her contact information.

He's fine and can continue to piss people off.This time I didn't analyze them from head to toe as soon as they met, probably thanks to Conan.

Alicia put away her aura of standing up at work, and winked at Loki.

The fiancé was very understanding and raised his arms to her.

The smile on Alicia's face deepened.With brisk steps, she stuffed the blue card into her bag and put the bag on his arm.

Loki: "..."

Alicia: I'm so happy about that.

Only then did Watson react.

He hurried to save the scene: "Sorry for the poor hospitality. Would you like to sit down for a while, would you like some tea? Or coffee?"

Alicia shook her head: "No, since we're fine, let's go first."

Originally, he had no position to keep people, Watson scratched his hair and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you."

What is there to apologize for?

Alicia is very clear about Sherlock's style. This gentleman is able to be a roommate with Sherlock and also defends him mostly. It seems that he is really a very straightforward person.

The girl with platinum hair raised her chin: "It's hard work with Sherlock, isn't it?"

Watson was taken aback for a moment, and licked his lips. The smile was not wide, but there was real emotion in his eyes: "No, he is a good man."

"Alicia Stan," Alicia held out her hand to him, "I was in a hurry just now, and I haven't had time to ask your name."

The military doctor quickly reached out his hand: "John, John Watson. Nice to meet you, ma'am."

"You know my number. If you need anything, you can contact me." Alicia blinked her left eye. "Of course, it may be faster to contact the older Holmes."

Hua grew his mouth wide: "You too—"

"Shut up Alicia, there is a connection between you and the fat man who is losing his hair, John doesn't need it," Sherlock threw the coat on his body with great momentum, "I won't give it away."

The platinum-haired girl let out a hey, and went downstairs directly, while Loki, who was helping her carry the bag, even looked back at Sherlock who was standing upright.

Sherlock looked at him expressionlessly, and made a mouth shape, with a hint of sarcasm.

- "THOR."

The black-haired evil god tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the green in his eyes was particularly strong.

Really... I hate this mortal who should bow down to him.

He simply turned around and went downstairs, deciding to let him live temporarily.

After Alicia and Loki left, Watson sat down on the sofa: "Sherlock, you can't keep everything from me."

"I'll tell you what I need to know," Sherlock said disapprovingly, "Let's go, Lestrade should let us pass."

"What are you—"

The next second, a text message was received on the mobile phone. The inspector of Scotland Yard had no choice but to send Watson the address of the scene.

The corners of Sherlock's lips raised slightly, showing off proudly: "Let's go."

"..."

Watson shook his head, and followed Sherlock with his jacket in hand.When the two of them reached the door, a voice came from behind: "Mr. Holmes, I think you need to return something to me."

When was there someone behind it? !

Watson turned his head abruptly, and the sofa he had just left had changed, replaced by an elegant classical high-back sofa with a man sitting on it.

Behind him is a red cloak with a collar, his hands are wrapped in yellow gloves, embracing his chest, his hair is straight and short, and there is a touch of white at the temples.

Watson didn't know if he was dazzled, but he seemed to see the collar of the cloak behind him trembling, as if to say hello.

The strange visitor was wearing strange clothes, like a uniform, sitting on the sofa and looking at the two of them: "Long time no see, Mr. Watson."

"Long time? Wait, who are you?!"

Watson looked at the man on the sofa, and at the enthusiastic Sherlock beside him, feeling that his brain was not enough.

Speaking of which, the two of them look a bit alike... Don't tell me there's another Sherlock Holmes?

Watson's heart was full of panic.

"'Doctor' Strange." The Supreme Master announced his name to him.

Watson was silent for a second: "So, I mean... are you a doctor?"

Doctor Strange was silent this time.

"...I'm a doctor," he decided, "I'm also a mage. Conan asked me to help him pick up what he left behind."

Watson suddenly realized.

The amount of information received today is too much, no matter what happens, he will believe it, even if he tells the doctor in front of him and the detective next to him that one person played a trick on him, the poor military doctor will believe it today.

Doctor Strange raised his eyebrows at the excited Sherlock: "It seems that Mr. Holmes doesn't really want to cooperate with me."

He raised his eyebrows, and a book flew out from the bottom of Sherlock's messy stack.

It was a special book that seemed to be incompatible with the scientific society. When it flew into the air, it shook it very uncomfortably, returned to the coffee table, and arched Conan's notebook on his back. It flew unsteadily to the hand of Doctor Strange who was outstretched.

Watson was terrified: "Sherlock! You left a magic book?!"

"Put your surprise away, that's a deal between Conan and me," Sherlock looked very unhappy, his eyes fixed on the mage from another world, and he pointed at the book, "This is mine."

"I don't think so," Doctor Strange waved the book in his hand, "Seeing you, I really want to see my original self. Obviously, magic that requires faith to exist is not suitable for you."

After he finished speaking, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the room, forcing people to close their eyes. When Watson opened them, everything returned to its original state.

All the doctors and doctors are gone.

Watson: "...So you left that book to study magic? I thought you were not interested in magic!"

Fortunately, he thought Sherlock was a rigorous scientist, so he didn't study these things excitedly!

Sherlock ignored him, his gray-blue eyes fixed on the restored sofa, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Ask the detective: "SHIT!"

***

Alicia stayed in London for a few more days, and returned to Washington with the team that Rocky had dug into the studio.

Loki started to get busy again, not knowing what he was busy with.Alicia also took the time to complete all the translation work.

She has a lot of free time now, doing beauty treatments, shopping, and analyzing and exchanging the latest trends with Natasha...Happy.

The long hair had just been maintained, and Alicia was flipping through the webpage boredly while calling her mother.

"Huh? Yes, I agree."

She blew on the steaming fragrant black tea: "Why didn't you agree? I think he's very nice. You weren't a few years older than me when you married Dad, right? Oh, agreeing to propose isn't the same as getting married directly."

Alicia stuck out her tongue: "I know I know you're doing it for my own good. I still have something to do during this time. I'll see you when it's over...Okay, take him with you. My brother will go back too? No problem. "

There was a smile on the corners of her eyes and brows: "I love you, help me and my father say that I love him too."

The phone call with my mother is over, and the news page has pushed a message about the appearance of Thor.

Alicia almost opened the document and started to write a speech, only to remember that she had resigned after a while.

They all resigned, regardless of his Avengers!

Alicia closed the computer with a snap, and went leisurely to the kitchen.

And the Avengers Building in New York...

The burly blond Thor scrapped a piece of glass as usual.

Tony was getting used to it.

"I don't think you'll ever learn the virtue of walking through the door," Iron Man rolled his eyes, telling Jarvis to replace the glass with a new one. "In such a hurry?"

He just showed up in New York 10 minutes ago, and now he has arrived at the building, looking really anxious: "I thought you would go to Dr. Foster first."

Jane Foster, Thor's Earth girlfriend.

This time, however, the name was a blast.

"Don't talk about Jane," Sol said with a painful face, and took off the package on his back that was covered by his body. "I seem to have been dumped by her."

Natasha has also arrived at this floor, and just heard this sentence: "Well dumped, except for a better figure and good looks, and taking it out to save face, it is useless to have a boyfriend like you."

Sol: "..."

Then Hawkeye also came out of the elevator: "Tell me, how did you get dumped?!"

Hawkeye, who has been bored recently, is now going to rely on this gossip to have a good time.

Saul feels that he and his colleagues are out of love.

His eyes moved to the package in his arms.

There seems to be something special about the wrapped fabric, Tony can't see anything, and Jarvis can't scan the result.

Iron Man raised his chin: "What is this?"

Saul opened the package with a sad face.

— a baby.

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