[Comprehensive British and American] Shoebill stork is passing by

When Watson came back, he found Sherlock asleep on the sofa, while the Shoebill squatted in the center of the carpet, surrounded by blankets and winter clothes he had pulled out of the wardrobe.

Watson: ...

"Sherlock."

"Ok?"

Watson pointed to the clothes used to build the nest and asked, "Why are only my clothes dragged out?"

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock pretended not to hear.

Watson stared at him for a while, but had no choice but to clean up by himself.

"By the way, Mrs. Hudson couldn't get through to your cell phone. She came to me and said that someone would come over later," Watson said to Sherlock while cleaning up, "She said she wanted to buy this house."

"?" Sherlock raised his head, "Buy?"

"I don't think Mrs. Hudson will agree." Watson was not worried.

"Why do you want to buy this place?" Sherlock continuously gave a dozen reasons why 221B Baker Street is not suitable for purchase, "Who would want to buy this place?"

Mrs. Hudson who just opened the door and came in: "..."

Watson: "..." He saw Mrs. Hudson open the door and come in, but he didn't have time to stop Sherlock, who was speaking extremely fast.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson has a high tolerance for Sherlock. Basically, she just complained about the messy chemical equipment on the table, and protested loudly because of the heads in the refrigerator.

"SHERLOCK-!!!" Mrs. Hudson screamed.

Not just because of the human head, but also the Shoebill!

"What is this?! Sherlock—!!!" Super screamed.

Sherlock quickly covered his ears.

The whalebill stork was also frightened and furled.

The whole stork stood up.

Originally, when it lay on its nest, it seemed to be about 1 meter at most, which was still within Mrs. Hudson's acceptance range.But once it stood up, the two-and-a-half meter whalebill stork almost hit the ceiling directly from the visual effect.

Mrs. Hudson couldn't bear the stimulation, rolled her eyes, and passed out neatly.

Watson: ...! ! !

"Mrs. Hudson?!" Watson hurried up to rescue her.

It was the first time that the shoebill stork met a human being who saw him roll his eyes. He was stunned. After a while, he chose to move his feet and nestled back.

Not my fault.

Daidai's blank expression fully expressed its emotions.

Watson sent Mrs. Hudson to the double sofa for guests, so that the innocent lady could lie down and rest, and then began to clean up the kitchen and refrigerator, and cleared the head out despite Sherlock's objections.

Sherlock stopped protesting when he put on the "with it and without me" attitude.

Then he watched Watson tidy up, and asked Sherlock to carry Mrs. Hudson to her bedroom to rest.

"Why?" Sherlock reluctantly got up to work.

"Didn't you just say someone was coming?" Watson was packing up the things he bought, and took out fish steaks from the plastic bag. "I still have to feed the birds, so I'm too busy."

Fish steak is a boneless fish steak that can be bought in all supermarkets in the UK. The biggest feature is that it has no spines.

Watson brought out a large basin from the kitchen, then gestured to the neck of the whalebill stork, picked out a few fish fillets of similar size and threw them into it.

He held the basin of fish and gestured to the whalebill.

"Go, change a place to eat with me."

Dazed, he didn't know why, but he followed, climbed the stairs with difficulty, and went to the third floor where they slept. Watson put the basin in the aisle, indicating that this is the place to eat.

"Do you know that you are not allowed to enter the bedroom?"

Watson pointed at the beak of the Shoebill stork with his hips akimbo as a warning, before hurrying back to the living room to clear the pile of clothes and make room for the guests.

Dazed: ...

The shoebill stork lowered its head, stared at the pot of things that seemed to be filled with ice, and fell silent.

This……

Dadai refused the act of eating fish carcasses, and turned his head away.

It looked left and right, approached the nearest door, opened it with a bow of its head, and walked in.

……

A smell of disinfectant.

The bed sheets didn't seem to be changed often, they were crumpled, and the room was in disarray, and there were some small holes in the wall, which Da Dai didn't recognize, but they were actually bullet holes.

It retreated silently, came to another door, and arched it hard.

This bedroom is noticeably more organized.

Shoebill storks are left and right.

It was brought out by Stark and Bruce, thinking that the bed was also a kind of bird's nest, so it raised its claws, stepped on the bed, and pressed it.

……

so hard.

Dumbly disgusted.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Watson, who was about to come up to collect the pots, turned around and went downstairs to open the door.The visitor introduced himself, saying that he is the one who wants to buy this 221B.

The obvious American accent gave Watson a headache.

"Are you... Tony Stark?"

"Otherwise? I thought the whole world knew me."

Wearing sunglasses, Stark looks a bit unapproachable with his office style. Watson has only seen this Iron Man in news and superhero interviews, and doesn't know him well. He just thinks this is not very good. Then, I can only smile and express my approval.

"Oh, Mr. Match Malone." Watson greeted another guest, "Sherlock didn't know you would come today."

"I didn't inform him, it was just a coincidence." Match Malone took off his hat as a sign of courtesy, and said in a voice that was too ordinary to be remembered, "Just treat it as an ordinary visit."

"Of course." He said politely, while letting the two guests go upstairs, "Mrs. Hudson is resting, Mr. Stark sit down for a while, and... I'll call Sherlock." Headache.

Watson once suspected that he had become Sherlock's butler.

"It's okay, I can wait." Stark sat down on the double sofa, pushed his sunglasses, and let his AI start scanning the apartment.

At this distance, Loki's little trick still works, and Stark's AI fails to detect the location signal of the shoebill, but the heat sensor gives him some clues.

There can't be another bird of this size, and it just happens to be in London, right?

While Watson was pouring tea, Stark got up and walked upstairs.

Daidai also heard a familiar voice, and was looking around at the entrance of the corridor. It was more difficult for him to go downstairs, so he didn't rush downstairs, but just tried to look around.

"Cub!" Stark exclaimed.

Match Ma Long looked up to the other side of the aisle, but didn't move. He knew who the sofas in 221B belonged to. He sat on the other side of the double sofa and took the tea from Watson.

Seeing that there was only one person left in the living room, Watson was taken aback and asked, "Where's Mr. Stark?"

"I saw him go upstairs." Match Ma Long looked indifferent and concentrated on drinking tea.

Watson: ...

There are not only big birds upstairs, but also a Sherlock Holmes.

Watson hurried upstairs.

Match Malone lowered his head and played with his watch. Now that Stark had found Daidai, Match Malone concentrated on other things. His watch sent out a weak scanning signal, covering the entire room in an instant.

Bat AI is reshaping what happened recently based on the information left over from the energy in the room.

And found traces belonging to Loki.

What's interesting is that the AI's scanning feedback showed more biological traces. There were other visitors here today, but it is temporarily impossible to tell whether they are the clients of Detective Holmes or someone else.

There was noise upstairs.

"Who are you?" This was Sherlock's dissatisfied voice, "The living room is downstairs, now, get out of my corridor, both of you!"

He pointed at the Shoebill and Stark at the same time.

And Stark saw the basin at the end of the aisle at a glance. The frozen fish fillets in it were obviously not waiting to be thawed here, which shocked Stark.

When did his family suffer this kind of grievance? !

"That thing can't be used to feed the shoebill! It only eats live food!" Stark quickly stopped in front of Daidai, and protested seriously to Sherlock.

Sherlock:?

He saw the basin and realized that it was Watson's masterpiece.

"As far as the amount of fat is concerned, it will be fine if you don't eat it for a few days." Sherlock quickly calmed down, "So this is your bird, but it is wearing Batman's anklet. What is the relationship between you two?"

Just after asking, before Stark opened his mouth, Sherlock talked to himself again and waved his hand.

"That's not important, it doesn't matter." He refused to be occupied by meaningless gossip information in his memory.

Stark: ...

Stark had to take a deep breath, but before he could take it out, Sherlock continued talking to himself.

"Your bird was lost, you didn't find the person who stole it, you found me. How did you do it? Money, technology, researchers, and blacksmithing... that doesn't explain how you knew the bird was in my house. "

Stark: "...perhaps the name 'Stark' explains it."

"Who?" Sherlock asked.

Stark: ...

How did this guy do it?He deserves more beating than himself, more beating than Hawkeye, more beating than Loki!

Even worse than Batman!

Stark chose to push Daze down the stairs, and yelled at Match Malone: ​​"The one above is for you, before I decide to shoot him in the head, tell him to shut up!"

Match Ma Long knew this would be the case, and said calmly: "Then let's change."

He passed the scanned data to Stark, and asked Stark to solve the problem of signal blocking on the whalebill stork, while Sherlock, a guy who is difficult for ordinary people to communicate with, was personally in charge of Match Malone.

"Mr. Holmes." He greeted the other party.

Sherlock, who was quickly descending the stairs, immediately stopped vigilantly.

"Ma Long." He recognized the other party.

A detective who can speak almost all accents, but Sherlock can be sure that the other party is from the United States.

The two started a brief conversation in the aisle.

And Stark took the whalebill back to the living room, took out Ant-Man's capsule, opened it, and inside was a box of water tank that had been shrunk, and it was enlarged back to its original size in the blink of an eye.

"Shuh—" There was a beautiful sound of water.

Dazedly patted his wings.

It is the sound of its favorite dinosaur fish patting water.

Sounds like a lot of energy!

Stark opened the lid, allowing the Shoebill to enjoy the fish.

"Poor Daidai, you must be starving." These two humans are too unreliable. How can anyone feed the whalebill storks with quick-frozen fish from the supermarket? This is the most cruel abuse!

Stark sat aside to make room for Daidai to concentrate on foraging, while he turned on his watch and cooperated with AI to correct the positioning data of the whalebill stork and detect the source of interference.

The interference comes from some kind of mysterious force field, which is preliminarily speculated to be a product of Asgard.

Stark is confident he can fix this.

He just needs a little time.

We all know that.

Naturally, some people became anxious.

"Here they come," said Red Skull to Loki. "Stark will soon be able to finish your trick."

Loki took him to the tall building next door to monitor the interior of 221B through magical means.

Red Skull was a little annoyed. "We haven't found what we want yet."

Ever since he was defeated by Captain America last time, his base was ransacked by the Avengers, and he found himself dying soon, Red Skull has been a little abnormally nervous.

Loki didn't bother with him, and continued to stare at the screen.

"Patience, impatient, how can you get the prey?" The God of Trickster smiled happily, but at the same time, he implied displeasure, "Without equipment and backup, you dare to chase after him like this. Who are you looking down on?"

Just as Loki muttered, the clouds rolled up, and London was instantly engulfed in dark clouds.

Loki froze.

Thunder and lightning split the darkness.

Loki lowered his head and saw Stark in the magic monitor smiling very proudly.

"It's difficult to find Loki's whereabouts, but Sol has been on my tracking map, and my backup is here." Stark was showing off to Match Malone, "This is the tacit understanding of the Avengers."

"..." Match Malone.

"Looks like you've found the guy who sneaked into my house."

Sherlock turned his head to look at Match Malone, and immediately understood what was going on.

"So, you're the... what?"

"Justice League." Watson answered helplessly, "God, it's like you don't know the color of the sun."

Sherlock: "You don't know either."

Watson: ...

The sun is red?yellow?White?

Watson was a little stuck, and for a while, he was really not sure which the correct answer was.

Lightning pierced the dark sky.

Another shock.

Loki jumped up with a jolt, and disappeared in place.