[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

At the gate of a certain park in London, a small umbrella shed was set up, and a few smiling staff members were sitting. The name and promotional slogan of the association were drawn into banners in front of the table. Some people passing by stopped, some Just took a few glances and left.

A huge teddy bear doll awkwardly waved to passers-by, with a bunch of colorful balloons tied to its chubby elbows. A group of children giggled and ran around following the colorful balloons floating in the air.

"Thank you for your support. After signing, you can go to Mr. Xiong to get a souvenir." The staff member said gently, smiling at the shy little boy with blue eyes in front of him.

The boy shrank behind his mother nervously, and after a while, he popped his head out again and said softly like a mosquito: "Thank you."

"Okay, Sammy, go and get your gift." The young woman touched her son's head gently and encouraged, "Say hello to Mr. Xiong."

The blue-eyed boy nodded hesitantly, and moved closer, but there was a circle of children around the teddy bear, all vying for the gift bag and balloons in Teddy's hand, the boy didn't dare to squeeze in, and surrounded the teddy bear. After several laps, I still just stood timidly.

Surrounded by the children, the teddy bear seemed to see him miraculously, and even waved at him, which was funny and cute.

"Me?" The boy pointed to himself and whispered in surprise, "Are you calling me?"

Teddy Bear nodded.

The blue-eyed boy walked up with some hesitation, and carefully folded his little hand in the round palm of the teddy bear. The boy smiled softly, "It's so soft."

The teddy bear shook his head proudly, while avoiding the attacks of other children, he spread out the gift bag to him.

"Do you mean I should choose one?" the boy asked.

Teddy Bear nodded.

The boy lowered his head and carefully selected, finally took out a gold-red car, and smiled innocently: "Can I have this? Mr. Xiong, its color is like Iron Man!"

"Iron Man?" the other kids yelled. "What's that?"

"Don't you know? It's all over Twitter. Tin Man. They say he's the new urban legend in London. He flies around at night, like a UFO," said another older boy, but The tone was full of disdain, "There are really people who believe it."

"It's not flying around! It's chivalry! He's so handsome!" The blue-eyed boy suddenly shouted loudly, startling everyone around him, and turned to look at him. The boy saw so many people staring at him. Looking at him, his face turned red all of a sudden, but he still tried his best to defend in a low voice, "He is real, he really exists, I have seen him, really, he even hugged me out of the fire ..."

"I also saved Namek with Spider-Man!" The big boy rolled his eyes, causing the children next to him to burst into laughter.

The blue-eyed boy's face turned even redder. He wanted to argue with the other party, but he was too nervous and could barely speak a complete sentence when he stumbled. At this moment, a big furry hand patted his head, and he raised his head , and found out that it belonged to Mr. Teddy Bear.

The teddy bear leaned close to his ear and whispered, "It's okay, boy, I believe what you said."

The boy was startled, it turned out that Mr. Teddy Bear could talk!And the voice is so young, so nice... But what makes him even happier is that someone is willing to believe him: "It's true!" He nodded vigorously, as if wanting to prove how serious he was.

The teddy bear nodded, and Sammy laughed seeing the honest and cute expression on Xiong Xiong's face.

The teddy bear fiddled with the gold-red car for a while from its clumsy paws, and then handed it over to the boy. He also untied a red balloon from his hand and tied it around his wrist.

"This, give it to me too?"

The teddy bear stroked his head.

"Sammy?" the young woman called out not far away, "we should go home!"

"Okay!" Sammy turned around and shook hands with Teddy Bear reluctantly. It could be seen that he liked this big guy who had just met but was willing to believe in him. "Mr. Xiong, goodbye!"

Teddy didn't speak, but waved at him cutely.

The red balloon in Sammy's hand was floating in the air, flickering, playful and full of energy from a distance.

It's more like... some kind of extremely eye-catching mark.

*****

Mycroft's car was parked in front of the hotel. His car was always in a steady dark color, as if it could blend into black.

He stood before the disintegration, hesitating for a while. The arrogance of the Holmes family has always been astonishing. Their self-esteem and genius brains make them unable to tolerate the existence of mistakes. Mycroft has higher requirements on this than Sherlock. To the point of harshness, and precisely because of this, it is extremely difficult for them to admit their mistakes, but the fact is that the smoke bomb incident was indeed the negligence of Mycroft, and he came here today Meeting Tony is tantamount to admitting his mistake and bowing his head to Tony.

Mycroft was really unwilling to admit that he was wrong, especially Tony Stark, who seemed to be not a person who would considerately expose this matter, but just this morning, another case happened, After weighing and comparing, the balance in Mycroft's heart was still inclined to the clues about Moriarty, so he still came.

"Welcome? This is the first time we have met like this, Mr. Holmes No. [-]." Tony sat on the sofa in the hall with a big grin, his smile was full of provocation, and as expected, the tone of his mouth was mocking, "We need to cherish such a meeting. Ah, it's not easy, after all, I was one step away from going to another world with the Capitol because of your ingenuity."

"I've heard of you for a long time." Mycroft curled the corners of his lips with a smirk, and looked around pretendingly. Although Max and the others were pretending to clean up, they all had ears pricked up, but they were obviously less Someone asked, "Mr. Rogers is not here?"

Tony scratched his face indifferently: "Our schedules are different. It's normal to stagger the time, or do you just want to talk to him? It turns out that you are so open and like to play rebellious types with you, and the feeling of being slapped in the face will still Addicted?"

Tony's words were stinging, but Mycroft didn't waver, just raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, but as far as I know, you haven't seen each other once since Mr. Rogers brought you back and sent you to the hospital. Didn't I see Mister Rogers desperately trying to save you, I thought the relationship between you is so bad that you can't stand it when you meet?"

Tony's face changed slightly. Mycroft's ubiquitous eyeliner is really annoying. He is indeed deliberately avoiding Steve. In the past two days, their communication has been through Jarvis. The hotel is so big. Tony hid in his lab for days to hide from Steve, but he would never admit it: "You can't bear to see me too, can't you? But you came anyway, and so did he, since Everyone can't take it, so let's just skip the small talk."

"Very happy." Mycroft walked to Tony's office on the second floor.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Office, are you going to discuss such an important clue in the hall?"

"The office is for business discussions, and only guests who have swiped their cards can enter." Tony curled his lips, "Are you going to pay now?"

"Payment?" Mycroft narrowed his eyes.

"Of course, do you think I will give you the clue for nothing?"

"The person who was almost killed by Moriarty was you. I think we are now cooperating for mutual benefit. You take revenge, and I catch Moriarty."

"When did I say I was going to take revenge on him?" Tony opened his eyes innocently, "You know that I am actually weak and kind, and I can say that I have no intention of revenge at all! After going through so much I was physically and mentally traumatized after the terrible incident, and I just wanted to be alone in a corner and cry..."

Tony really wiped the corners of his eyes with a sad face, but the next second his tone became cheerful: "So now it's you~ here~ please~ please~ me, I'm just a pure and innocent trustee."

Mycroft feels that his good upbringing is not enough. Tony Stark's thick skin has far surpassed the human offline, and he can qj the whole earth by inserting it on the ground.

"Sherlock, who is in charge of accounting at the front desk, is not here, so I will write you a list of debts first." Tony smiled and handed him a piece of paper, and Max, who stretched his neck to peek from afar, couldn't help but scream. Said: "How many zeros do I have behind this? I'm sorry, I just sighed. The last time I saw so much money was still in the account balance of the idiot who was in front of me to withdraw money. I restrained myself for a long time before I went up to him. Throat cut."

"Remember to do it next time, honey." Tony said with a smile.

"What kind of strange material do you want?" Mycroft looked at the items listed on the list, many of which were not only in circulation in the national laboratory.

"This has nothing to do with you." Tony shrugged. "We have limited time to think about it. After all, we don't know if the plana that blows up the Capitol will not work, will the planb that used to be a fog bomb be put on the right track."

Mycroft nodded without much hesitation. The price Tony proposed was not unacceptable. Although the materials were a bit weird, it wasn't too difficult for him to get them.

Tony smiled and said, "Thank you for your patronage. We will officially take over your order at Fulian Hotel."

Although he didn't care about it at all, it was obviously a lie that everyone knew. With Tony Stark's personality, if someone provoked him, even if the other party was the president of the United States, he could turn the world upside down.

So before McCoff came to him, he did a private investigation. The phone number on the flyer was real, but when Tony called to find out, he found that there was no such employee. He compared other flyers and found that Moriarty's pseudonym was added, only the one sent to Sherlock has it. Maybe this organization has no connection with Moriarty and was just used, but how did the bombs get sent to people? hand?Mail by knowing home address?

"Is there any connection between the victims?"

Mycroft shook his head: "No, actually there is still a connection..." But he didn't continue.

Looking at the other person's gloomy face, Tony suddenly realized what he was going to say. Although there was no connection between the victim's interpersonal relationships, they all had one creepy thing in common. In every family, there were at least a child.

After their understanding, every person who signed a donation will be given a small toy as a souvenir, but adults are generally not very interested in these small toys, but children are different. They are innocent and romantic, and they can't put it down for their favorite toys.

That guy... actually used the child as a bomb!