[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

Loki asked the Shoebill to give the two their brains back.

Dazed but not in a hurry, he just watched them quietly, watching Watson's body sticking to the wall of the aisle, and even forgot to untie the bogus bullets wrapped around him first.

Holmes was watching them too.

"Sherlock?" Watson called out to his little friend.

Holmes just waved him to shut up.

Sherlock Holmes, an outstanding detective, has a poisonous tongue, indifference, high IQ, and anti-social. These are all the labels on him.

It's as if Loki can still play Thor after being reduced in age, Luthor can still read documents after being demented, and Stark's dementia does not prevent him from machine armor.

A person like Sherlock Holmes, even if he is demented, will not be completely dumbfounded.

At least for now, he is still thinking.

This is interesting.

"Your abilities have declined?" Loki asked the Shoebill with a smile.

Daidai: ...I don't want to talk to him.

It's staring at Sherlock.

Dadai was probably in a daze, but Sherlock's mind was still spinning. Taking advantage of this time, he took out his mobile phone, took pictures, and searched for the other party's relevant information based on the pictures.

"Shoebills, birds, eat... what they can eat."

Calm down, put away your phone.

Shouting "things that don't need to be remembered", Sherlock just sorted out the information about the Shoebill and threw it out of his memory palace.

"Oh... these are not too necessary..."

He babbled for a while, and he didn't know what to throw out. He directly cleared a lot of places in the palace, and even his brain was refreshed a lot.

Then Sherlock looked at Loki again.

The face is still the same, but Loki's face itself is very deceptive, and it looks harmless to humans and animals.Coupled with an exquisite and neat suit, he looked more like someone from Mycroft Holmes' side.

This realization put Sherlock in a bad mood.

He patted Watson on the shoulder, turned his head and left.

After thinking about it for a while, he looked down at his ankle ring, murmured, and opened the restraint device.

Loki: "I said you can close that damn thing, come on, I'll pick it off for you."

But Daidai didn't want to, it staggered its left and right claws and backed away flexibly from Loki's hand, obviously it wanted to keep this, and according to the agreement, it would open the suppressor.

"Stupid bird." Loki commented.

In exchange, Dumbly grabbed his hair and pulled it out.

"Hey!"

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"...I can't believe it, we just killed Moriarty?"

On the back seat of the car sent by Mycroft, Watson belatedly covered his face.The layer of rationality covered in his instinctive impulse came back again. Looking at what he had just done, Watson sighed.

"What happened?" Even he knew something was wrong.

Especially Sherlock's actions.

Shooting on impulse without being fully sure?

This is so un-Holmes.

"I love adventure." Sherlock actually explained something for himself just now.

"But you don't like being stupid." The co-pilot took off his virtual mask and looked back at them, "What happened just now? It's different from the plan we agreed on! What about your suspended animation plan? Except Moriarty, who can give you a chance to fake death?"

Mycroft taunted his brother bitterly.

"Maybe it's those aliens flying all over the sky?" Sherlock complained back, "Didn't you also remedy it immediately? What about the N plans?"

Mycroft: ...

He didn't know what happened to him just now.

Obviously he has a plan, and he can also use those snipers to make a fuss.

Maybe Watson would be implicated by making a mutual death effect or something, but that was Sherlock's mistake, but the he just now did nothing, just cheered that the damn Moriarty was finally dead.

"...something happened that we don't understand," said Mycroft.

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know." Sherlock continued to complain.

At this time, the driver suddenly interjected: "For example, there is a bird chasing us now?"

Generally speaking, Mycroft's people will pretend to be objects, not making a sound or moving, blending perfectly into the background as if it is their highest aesthetic need.

So when they start talking...

other people:? !

Watson and Sherlock turned their heads at the same time and saw the Shoebill flying above.

Sherlock hugged his head: "No! Don't let it pass by! Don't come to harm my brain!"

"I guess it won't." Mycroft is very calm, as he has always been. "The distance between me and it is smaller than before. Now that our minds are still clear, it proves that there is no problem for the time being."

"But it can still take my brain if it wants!"

"Forget about your brain for a moment."

"Oh? Sounds like you know what's going on, tell me, our 'big shot'."

"I'm just a 'little person', Sherlock." Mycroft took out his computer, slapped it, and handed it to the two people in the back seat to look at it for themselves.

That is a document.

It probably belongs to the level where you don't have to worry about being killed if you accidentally see it.

"Mutated animals?" Watson exclaimed.

Then there is Sherlock's complaint: "Is the world too peaceful now or something? Why are there so many meaningless strange things?"

No one cares about him.

Sherlock will be full of complaints about anything that has nothing to do with reasoning.

Whether it's brewed coffee, sunshine, or a normal lunch.

"I can't believe it, and you call me a lunatic?! Ha!" Sherlock was still muttering, "What kind of lunatic would hand over the suppressor switch to a bird?"

Already having an idea, Mycroft directed the driver to take the car in the other direction.

Watson is still out of state.

"What suppressor?"

"It's on the leg!" Sherlock almost said directly: You are blind! ?

Watson: ...

This gigantic shoebill had an ankle ring, and of course Watson had seen that too, and he thought it was just an ordinary device to prove that the owner was not wild.

"The red light means, open?"

Sherlock: "Otherwise can it be 'closed'?"

Watson: "..." He suddenly had the urge to let the shoebill close his anklet, so that he wouldn't have to think about so many issues of etiquette and gentlemanly demeanor, and he could simply put such a smack on Sherlock's face. fist.

Not so stupid trying to reason with Sherlock Holmes.

The car quickly turned into another alley, turning in the opposite direction to the city of London.

The shoebill also followed. Because it was too big to make a turn, it circled half a circle before thumping and following up again.

"It is indeed following us consciously."

Hearing Mycroft's words, Sherlock rolled his eyes severely.

"I said, say something I don't know!"

"I'm not talking to you." Mycroft was very calm. "Don't Watson have long ears? Or are you the only one here who needs extra attention?"

It was as if he was helping Watson to make a "Sherlock Card Explainer".

Hua Sheng, who didn't need a explainer, took a deep breath silently, resolutely not giving the two brothers the slightest look.

The driver put them on a farm that was more than an hour's drive away from London. After getting off the car, Watson noticed that there was nothing around. Looking in through the window, there is not even a table and chair in the room.

Look back again.

The pitch-black car had already spit out its exhaust and sped away.

perfect.

Sherlock sneered loudly.

Mycroft, the "good brother", left with the car, and had no intention of staying to share the risk.

Watson was more open-minded. As Mycroft, it was really impossible to take risks with them. To put it bluntly, if they were trapped in the enemy camp, the most they would lose was the dinner menu, or the interpretation that the enemy could not understand at all. However, Mycroft has many government secrets in his head.

And it's written very plainly.

So Watson just spread his hands as usual and sighed.

"Okay, there's no one else around, so if something goes wrong, we're the only victims."

"..."

Sherlock was speechless about his friend's thoughtfulness and good temper.

"If I can stand one Holmes, I can certainly stand a second."

Facing Sherlock's white eyes, Watson responded like this.

Sherlock refused to get entangled in this kind of issue, because he couldn't beat Watson in this aspect, and this guy slyly changed the subject directly: "What about the bird."

The good-natured Watson just used his hands to build a shade on his browbones, watching the sky.

"coming."

He saw the big bird.

Fully extended wings provide perfect protection against the wind.

It glided over their heads, Yazi, who was not very good-eyed.

Then circle once, twice, three times, aim, and land.

The shoebill landed beside them, and it was not easy for Daidai to land. It shook its wings and jumped a few times before finally standing still.

Then the action stopped.

When the shoebill stopped, it happened to be facing the two sideways, so it quietly looked at them with one eye.

About half a meter away.

It seems to be a safe distance for humans, but for such a big bird?

Anyway, Watson hoped that it would retreat another 5 or 6 meters, which would be at the limit of his gun's range.

"So..." Watson was still confused, "What are we going to do now?"

The Shoebill does not move.

That posture made Watson feel a sore neck.

As the minutes passed, his neck really started to ache.

"Did it get paused?"

Relying on someone to show off, Sherlock boldly lowered his head to check his phone.

"No, it's just in a daze." Sherlock affirmed this. "Now, unless you can speak bird language, we can only wait and see if it can speak human language."

Perhaps provoked by the sharpness in Sherlock's voice.

The shoebill moved suddenly.

The humans took a step back in unison.

But the bird just turned its body silently, changed to face the two humans, and continued to examine them without blinking.About ten seconds passed this time, and Dadai seemed to have made a decision.

It opened its wings slightly, lowered its head, swayed from side to side, and trembled with its dull fur.

It's like a gentleman's greeting.

Sherlock & Watson: ...?