[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

Her mind was full of black sunflowers, so that Tang Nana even dreamed that she was standing in a field of sunflowers in her dream. In her dream, she lowered her head and found that her whole body was painted black. It was really a black sunflower, just like a horror movie.

She and Watson met again later, first to find out who the final murderer of the Innsmouth case was, and second, to take them to some of her favorite attractions in New York, and thank them for coming to the church at night save her.

Sherlock still looks like that, if you want Donna to say it's a bit arrogant, if you describe it as an animal, it's like a cold and wise black cat. If you can't do it, you have a good heart.

Especially when he sometimes looked awkward to Watson, Donna would call him Tsundere from the sidelines.

Perhaps all detectives have their own case-triggering physique. She not only listened to the follow-up of the Innsmouth case, but also listened to the poisoning case that happened in the hotel on the first night they stayed in the hotel.

"I didn't expect that the knock injury on the head of Old Hansen and the cause of death were caused by different people. The murderer was also very clever. He knew that his illness deliberately induced massive bleeding..."

After listening to the story with relish, Victoria shook her head and sighed. On the opposite sofa, Don Nana was sitting cross-legged in home clothes, with her long hair coiled into a ball on top of her head.

"Yeah, isn't poisoning in that hotel scary? It's also because they knew the victim's drug history and deliberately used drugs that would cause a reaction to kill him."

"It's no wonder that most murders are planned by people close to you for a long time! But I didn't expect you to know the great detective and hear these stories."

"Whether the world is big or not, it is not small!"

Excluding herself from the story of Innsmouth, when Donna and Victoria chatted, it was all about Sherlock's experience.

"Well, also, is it possible for me to see these two stories from Watson's Weibo in the future? Do I now know the plot in advance?"

Talking a little excitedly, Victoria saw Don Nana swiping her phone with a tangled expression, and leaned over to take a look: "The best Christmas gift recommendation list? Who are you going to give it to? Are you so tangled up?"

"There are quite a lot of people. When I came to New York, I was taken care of by many people. If you don't have to be expensive, you have to prepare. I didn't ask Mr. Watson if he would write these two stories on his blog. I can't say..."

Don Nana said that she has already thought about Christmas gifts for everyone in the Avengers, including Victoria, and now she is struggling with what to give to Batman.

"But I've noticed recently that you have more messy deliveries, and it's almost Christmas and you're still struggling... It should be a Christmas gift from someone you like, right? Hehehehe."

Letting out a series of wretched laughter, Victoria moved her face forward maliciously, as if she must ask why.

"...That's right."

Responding vaguely, Don Nana suppressed the sweetness in her heart and continued to look for gifts.

Sherlock and Watson finally decided to return to London the day before Christmas. During these few days, Tony arranged a very luxurious hotel for them.

It was originally to thank them for their hospitality, but when Donna went to Stark Tower the day before yesterday, she was asked if she knew the details of Sherlock.

She naturally didn't know anything, and shook her head in confusion, while Tony didn't seem surprised, reminding her that because of Sherlock, someone from the British government contacted the embassy, ​​and then all the way to the embassy. Fury over there.

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., because of the discovery that Hydra had infiltrated the relationship, the relationship was very chaotic, and Fury himself was in a state of distress, so the news flowed to Tony.

"But I don't think Sherlock should be a bad guy."

"I didn't say he was a bad person, I just want to remind you that sometimes you always trust others too easily."

Tony pursed his lips helplessly as he spoke, and patted Donna on the head under the gaze of her shining eyes, with a little force that made her cry out in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that, make me really look like your old father, Xiaojiali and I don't have a daughter as old as you!"

She already knew Tony very well, and knew that this was a way for him to hide herself. Donna smiled happily from the sidelines, but the result was that she was arranged for more physical training...

On the day before Christmas, Don Nana received an unexpected call early in the morning.

Bruce Wayne said on the phone that he would be in New York today and wanted to ask her out for dinner.

She did remember that he said that he would come back to New York, but she didn't expect that it would be before Christmas, and he would invite her to dinner on the day of his arrival. What did he say at that time... Yes, there is something to tell her.

They had lunch with Sherlock as promised. In the afternoon, Nana and Watson talked a lot about the case and writing, but Sherlock naturally wouldn't join their conversation, and stayed in the room because he felt bored and irritable. Facing a pile of newspapers, I started trying to find something interesting.

Donna thought of the case of the missing girl in New York, and she decided to tell Hannibal about the case after obtaining Hannibal's permission. If it was Sherlock, she would definitely be able to give useful advice, and maybe he would be able to help analyze the case directly. is the murderer.

As the planned time approached, the three of them stood on the street in front of the hotel, and Don Nana accompanied them waiting for the taxi they had booked.

Sherlock raised his chin facing the street: "That man is waiting for you."

"Eh?"

As soon as Donna looked to the other side of the road, she saw Bruce Wayne leaning against the body of a champagne-gold Lamborghini. When he saw her look over, he raised his hands that were in his pockets in greeting.

"Why did he come so soon..." She couldn't help but whispered, and then looked at Sherlock and Watson apologetically, "I'm sorry, he invited me to dinner, and he planned to come to my apartment The one who picked me up didn't expect him to come directly."

"It's okay, anyway, our car will be here soon, you go first."

Watson shook his head indifferently.

"But... that car is really rich!"

Thinking of Iron Man Tony Stark's handwriting, Watson couldn't help looking at Donna with a slightly different look in his eyes, as if he misunderstood that the people she knew around her were big local tyrants.

"Bruce Wayne."

Sherlock on the side spat out the name abruptly.

"Hey! I also remembered when you said that, isn't he the playboy of the Gotham Wayne Group who often appears in newspapers and news!"

Watson's unbelievable expression was very wonderful for a time. He remembered all kinds of lace news about Bruce Wayne, and suddenly began to worry about Donna.

"Tang, listen to me, such a man is not reliable."

Don Nana waved her hands again and again: "Uh, Mr. Wayne and I don't have that kind of relationship..."

"Don, is this the friend from London you mentioned?"

No longer satisfied with waiting, Bruce Wayne took advantage of the light change at the intersection and walked over. He showed a beautiful smile and nodded friendly to the two.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Wayne, Don's friend."

"I really didn't expect to meet the famous Mr. Wayne. Hello, my name is John Watson, and he is Sherlock Holmes."

"Hello."

Compared with Watson's sincere introduction, Sherlock still responded with a smile that is socially necessary, but he is not not interested in Bruce Wayne, on the contrary, he has looked up and down and studied him several times in a short period of time. back and forth.

In the end, he even extended a hand to him on his own initiative. Bruce Wayne reached out and shook Sherlock kindly, while Watson and Donna looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

After Sherlock got the clues he wanted to know, he withdrew his hand, and the conclusion he drew made him frown very quickly, and then he looked at Donna who was talking to Bruce Wayne, as if to observe her Reaction.

"Oh! The driver called me. Don, go, we can still talk by phone in the future."

After glancing at the incoming call, Watson answered the phone after speaking to Don Nana.

"Then I'll go first, I wish you all the best of luck!"

Donna said goodbye to the two, and followed Bruce Wayne towards the car.

"Is it really okay if Christmas comes to New York?"

In the West, Christmas is like the Spring Festival in a flower-growing country. This is a festival that should be spent with family members, and Donna can't help but think of Ah Fu, showing a bit of worry on her face.

"It's okay, because I'm not in Gotham for Christmas this time, and Ah Fu also took the vacation to reunite with his family. In fact, I also considered that if I was in Gotham, he would definitely stay with me, so I chose this time."

Seeing through her thoughts at a glance, Bruce Wayne replied with a smile. He opened the co-pilot's door for Donna in a gentlemanly way, and put his hand on the car frame to prevent her from hitting her head.

"Thank you."

Sitting in the car, Tang Nana took a sip of the elegant perfume in the car. She couldn't help but bend her lower lip. She suddenly remembered the things she had prepared in her bag early in the morning. Bruce Wayne, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said: "This is a Christmas present. One is for Mr. Wayne and the other is for Mr. Batman. Please pass it on to me."

"...Well, I didn't expect there to be a gift, I was very surprised..." Bruce Wayne took the gift she handed over, looking at the two gifts wrapped in red and green colored paper in his hand, he felt a little complicated, "I'm very happy , I think he will be very happy too."

"Hahahaha, then I will borrow your good words. I also hope that Batman will be happy after receiving it."

Speaking of which, Donna couldn't help laughing again. Seeing Bruce Wayne looking straight at her, she slightly restrained the uncontrollable smile on her face and explained: "You know, I have always liked bats. Xia, I like him even more after getting in touch with him, of course, keep this sentence secret! If I let him know that I said such a thing, I will be ashamed to see him."

Her smile burned his heart again, as if it had been stabbed by something sharp, it didn't hurt but a little numb, and then it began to jump uncontrollably at an accelerated speed.

Those shining black eyes were like the most alluring poison in the world, bewitching him to keep looking in, and after drinking it, he could never get out again.

Bruce Wayne couldn't move his eyes away again, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down before softly responding: "Mmm."

Turning the car key, he drove Donna to the restaurant. He wanted to tell her all his secrets tonight.

Sitting in the taxi to the airport, Watson looked through the notes and photos he had taken in the past few days, thinking that the original trip to Innsmouth had finally seen the legendary God Cthulhu with his own eyes, and the unexpected Watson, who was on vacation in New York, couldn't help talking endlessly until he felt something was wrong while he was talking.

"Sherlock! Are you listening to me? What are you doing?"

Seeing that he couldn't get a response from the people around him after he said a bunch of serious words, Watson turned his head and saw that Sherlock was holding the phone with both hands, and his thumb was moving quickly on the buttons.

"Texting Don."

Replying concisely, Sherlock pressed the send button, and the phone was twirled in his hand and put back into his pocket, with the corners of his lips raised in a good mood.

"Didn't we just separate? Did you forget to tell her something?"

Thinking of the scene where the three of them parted just now, Watson looked puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing serious, I just think you're right, Tang is a nice person, so as a...friend, I reminded her, something she didn't seem to have discovered yet."

Shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head, Sherlock answered lightly.

"what's up?"

"It's not a big deal, it's the man just now, Bruce Wayne is Batman's business."

"what?!!"

Watson couldn't help but yelled, and then immediately realized his gaffe and raised his hand to cover his mouth, and carefully looked at the driver in front of him, who was also glancing at them through the rearview mirror.

He felt extremely embarrassed, pulled Sherlock's clothes and approached him with warning eyes: "Hey, keep your voice down, Batman's identity is a secret, how could you just say that? And the driver is here!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Very well, at least you have started to trust my judgment no matter what, and I'm very happy about that, John."

"Isn't that because you never miss it..." Watson's tone softened a little, "Are you serious? Bruce Wayne, that famous Gotham playboy rich man is Batman?"

"That's right, although he doesn't look like 'I'm not happy' with his mask off, but yes, it's him."

"Oh my God... Don seems to like Batman very much, will she be very stimulated..."

The kind-hearted Watson first considered Don Nana's feelings after learning about it.

"I think she should be very happy."

Hardly thinking about it, Sherlock expressed a different point of view from Watson.

"why?"

"Because I also told her that Bruce Wayne obviously likes her very much. He may also be worried about her kidnapping last time when he came to New York this time. He cares about her very much. In other words, Batman also likes her, and she also likes her." If you like Batman, isn't that what everyone loves?"

"?!!!?! Sherlock, did you speak so bluntly to Tang in the text message just now?"

"What's the matter? Didn't you say before that you can tell the other party about this situation?" Sherlock was baffled by Watson's such a big reaction.

"When did I say that?"

Seeing that Watson didn't admit it, Sherlock imitated his tone and said, "Sherlock, let me tell you, even if your smart brain detects who you like, don't point it out casually. Human feelings are very fragile. Unrequited love Being told by you is like an emotional death sentence."

"so?"

"So, the two of them are not unrequited love, why can't they break it?"

"It's over, it's over..."

Annoyed and slapped on the forehead, Watson didn't want to explain to Sherlock why it couldn't be broken.

"Look, Tang replied to me and thanked me."

With a 'look, I'm right' expression on his face, Sherlock raised his phone to Watson.

Tang's three words of reply flashed brightly on the screen: Thank you.

"Ah."

Watson, who had lost his ability to speak, let out a sneer, and leaned back in his chair, not wanting to speak.

Also in the moving vehicle, Donna, who was sitting in the co-pilot, had just finished replying to Sherlock, her face was calm and her mind was already in chaos.

She put the hand holding the mobile phone on her lap, her fingertips were cold, she stroked the fabric of the skirt twice, and turned her head to look at Bruce Wayne who was driving.

He focused his eyes on the front, and was in a good mood. His thin lips were curved, and his side profile highlighted his bone advantage more than his front face. But the more he felt that he was good-looking, Tang Nana's mood became more complicated at the moment.

She had imagined countless times what kind of face would be under the mask of Batman, but she never thought that the answer was right in front of her eyes, and she was even one step away from the answer, thinking about it this way made her feel even more mixed .

"You seem to enjoy watching me while I'm driving."

A voice tinged with a smile came from his mouth, and Don Nana's black eyes moved slightly and her brows frowned.

"Mr. Wayne, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. Could you please take me back? I may not be able to have dinner with you tonight."

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong with you?"

Bruce Wayne immediately changed lanes and stopped the car when he heard the words, looked at her and asked nervously.

And she suddenly started to use 'you' again, which gave him a very bad feeling.

The worry on his face was real, which made Tang Nana's heart soften for a moment, but when she thought about what he had been hiding all along, she became angry again, and she clenched her fingers into fists with an unusually firm attitude: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired I want to rest."

Sensing that Don Nana's mood was wrong, Bruce Wayne closed his eyes for a moment and thought about everything just now, but he still didn't understand the reason.

"Did something happen? You look very bad."

Looking around her body, he caught her resistant attitude towards him, straightened his waist and stepped back a little to reduce his sense of oppression on her.

"Mr. Wayne..." Don Nana raised her eyes, and there was some steam in her black eyes, "Are you Batman?"

Asking him in the calmest tone, she restrained her almost uncontrollable trembling voice, she thought of what she said to him just before getting in the car, and the Christmas present for him and Batman in the back seat.

Don Nana felt like a fool.

"..."

Originally, he had arranged everything and planned to find a good time to confess tonight, but he never expected that Donna would ask this question first, and Bruce Wayne was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

His throat tightened, he knew that he couldn't keep silent at this juncture, Tang Nana had obviously misunderstood something, if he continued to keep quiet, he would have confirmed his misunderstanding and added new faults.

"Yes, I am Batman."

Bruce Wayne's acknowledgment shattered the last fluke in her heart, but at the same time she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her face away and looked out the window to hold back the sore feeling in her nasal cavity, not wanting him to see the strange and concealed nod , and finally repeated in a muffled voice: "Well, Mr. Wayne, please send me back."

This time he chose to temporarily obey her choice, and started the engine again. The destination had changed from a hotel to her apartment.

They didn't speak again until the car stopped in front of the apartment building. Seeing Donna unbuckle her seat belt and get ready to open the door to get out of the car, Bruce Wayne stretched out his hand to hold her wrist, his dark blue eyes deeply Looking at the shadow cast by her long eyelashes.

"I was going to tell you about this today. I've been hiding it from you since you came to Gotham. I'm sorry."

"But anyway, in the end I got to know about it first from someone else, didn't I?"

Dodging his gaze, she was afraid that she would not be able to look into his eyes and continue to refuse because she was not strong enough, she withdrew her hand and opened the car door.

"Thank you for taking me back. Goodbye, Mr. Wayne."

After closing the car door and bending down through the car window, Don Nana turned around and ran into the building as if fleeing.

It wasn't until her figure was blocked by a corner that Bruce Wayne withdrew his gaze, propped his elbows on the steering wheel and supported his head with a headache.

He screwed up, and the way Donna got angry he didn't know what to do, he'd rather she yelled or called him a liar.

Her calm and restrained reaction...

Bruce Wayne was sincerely worried that maybe in the future she would keep him away with the phrase 'Mr. Wayne'.