[Zhongyingmei] My backstage is so big!

Tony Stark stood in front of Jon Snow, condescending, with burning eyes.

"When did he appear?" After a long silence, he asked.

"Yesterday." Antarina naturally shot out first as a muzzle, and voluntarily admitted, "I told Peter not to tell you."

Stark looked over at once and raised one eyebrow: "Oh?"

This expression contains a lot of words, but Antarina can sum up the main two meanings-either "I thought we had reached a consensus on a certain issue", or "Don't tell me you still have Some teenage stupid desire to prove themselves", or both.

Antarina thinks it's not that complicated, and she admits that she did it more for personal reasons.

"Don't look at me like that, you don't really want to hear the reason why I did this from my mouth." Antarina was so watched that she had no choice but to speak, she saw through him, "I won't either Here's your chance to mock me to my face, Mister Stark."

"Ha." Stark didn't feel embarrassed at all, "It sounds like I can't ridicule you if you don't say it."

"So I choose not to leave you a story, so our great Mr. Tony Iron Man Stark, can I entrust Jon to your care first?" Antarina raised the corners of her lips, showing An obvious smile.

"Oh, you know you can just say put him with me?" Stark smirked at her too.

Antarina was a little helpless: "Mr. Stark." She looked at him with an expression of begging for mercy.

Stark's expression improved, and then he looked back at Jon and raised his eyebrows at him: "Okay big guy, I need you to answer me a question before I leave." He looked at Jon blankly Innocent look, "Are you afraid of flying?"

It took Sherlock a while to find the news.

Because it was one of the most serious cases in the country that year, the news media published very detailed information about the case after obtaining the consent of the police station - including the debris scattered around the house, sprayed on the furniture and walls The blood on the bed, and... the dead hostess was lying on the ground, her lower body was covered with a tablecloth enough to cover her lower body.

He quickly scanned the report, and was about to turn his head to call Watson—this is also how he behaved when he made a major discovery, but he suddenly met the face and gaze of a girl.There was a sudden pause, Sherlock's pupils shrank, and he looked at the other party with an extremely stiff facial expression.

But it was only two or three seconds before he looked up at the stiff John who was surrounded by three men behind the girl.

Oh, two men, a boy.

"Crooks." Sherlock's voice almost came out of his chest.

"Holmes." Antarina also spoke, but she was very calm compared to Sherlock lowering her voice as if annoyed, "I believe you have now obtained the verification you want."

"How is this possible." Sherlock stood up, he could still look at her before, but now she was only up to his chest.

Antalina did not answer his question, but raised her head high and said, "Don't continue to investigate, how about it."

"That guy tortured a corpse and killed a person." Sherlock could feel his chest trembling, "And you showed up in front of me carelessly, and you didn't hesitate to ruin all the efforts you made in front of me... that's Want to tell me not to continue the investigation?" His eyes narrowed, and his voice became softer and softer. If you listen carefully, you can hear the gnashing of teeth, "What are you doing, Crooks."

"I didn't do anything." The girl in front of me sighed with a teenage face, "but I need you to keep your distance."

And on his knees it's impossible for Sherlock Holmes to keep his distance.

But he wouldn't be stupid enough to say it, so he deliberately said, "Oh, what if my answer is no?"

Antarina smiled at him, still with a familiar arc and a familiar expression: "I know what you're thinking, Sherlock." She called his name, "So this is the second time I came to you reason."

As she said, she suddenly stepped forward and took his arm: "Let's go."

Sherlock was motionless and stiff: "Where are you going?"

Antarina said, "I'll take you to see the truth." She looked up at him, "I know that if you don't get the truth, no matter what method you use, you will come back to investigate all this yourself sooner or later. So long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." It hurts, I will take you to see it directly, and then you have to stay away from this matter."

Peter followed them out of the library and into a remote alley, and then he watched James raise a finely crafted stick to the back of Sherlock's head, while Teddy raised it to Watson. took a stick.

"I have no other choice, do I?" But surprisingly, Sherlock spoke suddenly.

Antarina's voice was still calm: "I'm sorry."

"No, need, need." Sherlock paused every word, gritted his teeth.

James and Teddy looked at each other, and Peter saw the tops of their sticks glow blue at the same time.

Two seconds later, Sherlock and Watson softened at the same time. James and Teddy caught them in time, and James said, "Leave this to us. If you two want to do anything, go."

Antalina took a step back, she looked at Sherlock with an apologetic expression, and then turned to Peter.

The latter nodded slightly to him, so she followed behind him and left with him holding his hand.

Antalina's depressed mood didn't get better after leaving that alley.

She didn't even care that she was walking hand in hand with Peter on the street, the sound of pedestrians and vehicles seemed to be unable to reach her ears, until Peter took her to a coffee shop and asked her what she wanted to drink.

"Matcha latte." She suddenly came back to her senses and replied.

"Okay." Peter got up to buy something to drink, while Antalina turned her head to look out the window.

He had chosen a good spot, by the window, which was exactly what she needed.

Peter will be back soon.

Antarina withdrew her gaze, looked at him, and then raised the corners of her mouth: "Your expression is full of worry." She didn't wait for Peter to express, and continued, "I won't treat you like this, and if you are enough Keen, you should feel how reluctant I am to do this."

"I feel it." Peter looked at her, "and I fully understand you."

"But you are still afraid that one day I will treat you like this, or to both of you." Antarina pierced his heart.

Peter opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, because this was what he was worried about.

"I won't do this to you." Antarina said again.

"If..." Peter didn't know where the courage came from, he said suddenly, "What if it's to protect us?"

Antarina was taken aback for a moment, then lost her voice.

"Look." Peter seized on this, raised his eyebrows at her, and sat back in his chair, "I know, you'd still make the same choice. Because you think it's a good thing for us, Is it right."

"You can't confuse you with Sherlock Holmes." Antalina is much older than Peter, and she knows the boundaries, "I know that you prefer to lend a helping hand rather than stay out of it. And you also have this ability , so I won't treat you like this."

After she finished speaking, she paused, showing a slightly embarrassed expression: "I said the wrong thing."

"Yes." Peter hugged his chest, which is a typical self-preservation and resistance posture in interpersonal communication, "Those words just now give people the feeling that you won't erase our memory because we can help you; then if Can't we help you?"

Antarina murmured: "I... I didn't mean it that way." She didn't regret the decision to erase Holmes' memory, but this decision still affected her.At least here, her original intention is that it is her honor that these capable people are willing to lend a helping hand to her, and the whole thing has something to do with them, so no matter what, she will not make a move to eliminate them memory decisions.

Like she said before, they can't be confused with Holmes.

And compared to Sherlock Holmes, their ability to protect themselves is stronger.

This is the first time Peter has the upper hand in a conversation with Antarina.

But he would rather not have such an advantage.

Peter's expression softened, but he seemed to need a little time to think: "Who are they?"

Antarina was puzzled for a moment, then realized: "James and Teddy?"

"Yes." Peter nodded. There was no doubt on his expression that there should be something more after this sentence, but he didn't say it.

Antarina was silent for a while, then pursed her lips, leaned over and whispered, "They are wizards."

"Witch... what?" Peter also leaned over when she leaned over, but the next second he thought he had heard wrong, "Wizard?"

"Keep your voice down." Antalina said immediately, looking at him who shrank his neck dumbfoundedly, "Their world is not allowed to be exposed, although now your existence has made them look less mysterious It’s not particularly concerning.”

"I, I thought all wizards needed, that is, when they cast magic, they needed some special assistance." Peter opened his mouth and continued after a while, "You know what I mean, it's just some weird potions. Category."

"I know, the ones you mentioned are called potions; and the wand is also an auxiliary tool." Antarina said.

"Then..." Peter fell into deep thought, and after a few seconds he showed an expression of wanting to say something but was embarrassed to say it. He began to unconsciously sweep the table back and forth with his hands, and licked his lips because of nervousness, "Last time you just went to Birthday for one of them?"

Antarina was really stunned, and then she couldn't help laughing.

Peter's face flushed, and his gaze moved down, suddenly to her lips.

Antalina's lips are beautiful, with a moderate thickness and a healthy and beautiful pink color.

And his straight gaze caught Antalina's attention, so she said, "Peter."

"Huh?" Peter suddenly raised his eyes and bumped into her sight, swallowing subconsciously.

Antarina knew that now was an opportunity, but just when she was about to say something, a flash of this boy standing in front of her holding a game console last night, said, "I know you can't sleep, so we Let's play the game" screen.

A boy's clumsy but fervently persistent concern.

"No." Antarina's words made Peter's expression light up.

"Then is he a wizard too?" Peter asked again.

"Yes, and he is the greatest wizard in the world now." Antalina replied.

Peter paused, then asked cautiously: "Then how old is he now?"

"...138 years old." Antalina smiled and lowered her eyes, not looking at Peter's expression as if he had untied his heart knot for many years.And her smile didn't last long, and Peter quickly noticed her sudden loss. He froze for a moment, then understood.

So wizards aren't immortal... Peter was vaguely aware of this.

But Antalina was always able to quickly adjust her emotions. When she looked up at Peter again and was about to say something, the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.At the same time, the drink that Peter ordered just now was served on the table.

Antalina picked up the cup while answering the phone: "Dean?" The movement of preparing to drink stopped, "Sam?"

Peter was drinking the same matcha latte across the way, looking straight at her.

Antarina also looked straight at him, then lowered her gaze slightly and said, "Okay, we'll be there in a while."

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone and said, "Dean has an accident."

The author has something to say: My focus turned out to be that you guys are leaving before you finish your matcha latte... (I didn’t write it myself