[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Tony added with a smile: "Oh, I'm also comfortable saying that because your wedding dress is too tight for any of the guns."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about?" Watson swung his arm away from Tony's grasping Mary's hand, protecting his wife behind him.

"Perhaps Mary should stand in front of you, Dr. Watson, she can shoot through coins within ten meters. Have you ever compared which one is more accurate?"

"Shut up!" Watson looked very angry, "Mr. Stark, although I am very grateful that you caught the murderer who wanted to murder the major, if you don't stop slandering my fiancée, I think I need you Leaving my wedding venue."

Such an upright character, Tony raised his eyebrows, thinking of another blue-eyed guy who was so righteous that he painted the national flag on his uniform. He glanced at Mary, who had a bad complexion, and slightly bent the corners of his lips: "Your ordinary wife solved the jumping code in less than a minute, and her memory of details is better than almost everyone present, if you don't believe , you can ask Sherlock."

"Sherlock?" Watson froze for a moment.

He believed Sherlock so much that it had become a habit, and he hesitated for a few seconds to refute.

Tony raised his eyebrows and thought, Bingo, now that the gap has been found, he is about to speak again——

【倒计时提示：5、4、3、2、1——】系统音突然响起。

"What's going on?" Tony asked in surprise.

[The timer ends, the [Criminal at the Wedding] mission failed——]

And the second the system sound just fell, a deafening explosion exploded in their ears.

The explosion did not happen on the floor they were on, but the resulting heat wave still quickly swept across the face, the smoke gradually spread in the lobby, the guests screamed in panic, the gray-haired police officer and the female forensic doctor were Busy maintaining order and evacuating guests.

Tony froze for a few seconds, then shouted angrily, "Jarvis, what are you doing?!"

[Sorry sir, permission issue, answer prohibited. 】

"Shit! I'm going to donate you and Benben together sooner or later." Tony shook his head irritably, watching Watson who glared at him reflexively, "I really don't know what's going on this time. !” While talking, he decisively smashed the wall next to the gate, and the width of the entire gate was doubled in an instant, and the number of people who could walk out side by side increased a lot.

"Oh God, Sherlock... where the hell did he go at this time?!" Watson grabbed his hair and clicked his tongue. He still grabbed her shoulders and sent her outside the door first.

"Hey, hey, Mary, look at me." Watson straightened his fiancée's shoulders and looked at her seriously. "Would you wait for me here for a while? I'll be right back, and I'll listen to your explanation carefully." , I will listen to whatever you say, I will not believe what that tin can says."

Mary's eyes flickered for a moment, and she seemed to have finally regained her composure. She grabbed his sleeve and asked weakly, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Sherlock." Watson said without any hesitation.

Mary was silent for two seconds, raised her head and smiled slightly at Watson, and patted the thin smoke off his shoulders: "Oh, be safe, don't worry, that guy Sherlock has nine lives, so he's definitely fine."

"Yeah." Watson nodded apologetically to her, turned around and hurried into the burning building.

"Feeling sad? You know he can't give up on any of you, he's such a nice guy." Tony landed firmly on the lawn, put down the brat in his arms, patted his buttocks, "That pretty lady crying over there is your mother, right? Go ahead."

"Indeed." Mary's expression didn't change at all, but she seemed to be covered with a cold mask. All her softness was probably given to Mr. Watson, "He never hesitates, whether it's with me live, or die with him."

"I know you are approaching Magnussen in private, and your surprised expression is also very cute, I mean, both the doctor and Sherlock like you, and I will definitely like you if I see you twice more, after all, you are Such a lovable type, so I have no problem with the little secrets between your husband and wife, the person who loves to be the messenger of justice may still be flying in the sky." Tony shrugged, and he didn't know what happened to his employees. Falling from mid-air no, "It's just that our little lives are tied to a rope for some inexplicable reason, I hope you stay by the doctor's side obediently, and don't take your gun to explode the horse without authorization." Gnudsen's head, that's what men do."

"...you know a lot more than I thought."

"In a way, I don't want to, I just have a good memory." Tony thought, who made that show play so many times.

"Then you should also know why I'm looking for Magnussen. The evidence in his hand can get me out of prison." Mary looked up at the burning hotel, her eyes were brightly colored, "Once a person has been in the dark, even if he stands in the sun, the shadow will always follow him."

"Your husband has such a strong tolerance that most people are surprised. It feels terrible to praise a man like that... oh, I mean he won't mind, he will just be jealous that Magnussen is the master of this world." The person who gave you the most secrets."

Mary suddenly smiled and shook her head: "Why do you think Magnussen is the person in the world who holds the most secrets about me?"

"Uh, sorry, what did you say?" Tony froze for a moment.

"It's true that I want to kill him because he knows my secret, but he's actually just No.2..." Mary said softly.

Tony turned his head to look at Mary in doubt, and felt that Mary's face was gradually doubled in front of him. The world was spinning, as if it had fallen into the bottom of a colorful kaleidoscope, and the prism kept refracting all kinds of broken lights. The voice sounded very distant.

"You're right, my wedding dress is indeed too tight to fit a gun, but it's enough to fit some other things."

"terribly sorry."

******

"Sherlock? Sherlock!" Watson shouted.

The man standing quietly in the center of the room was slender, with his head slightly lowered, his curly black hair resting on his eyes, and he looked confused when he turned his head: "John?"

"Yes it's me, congratulations you haven't burned out your brain yet, so what are you doing here? The bomb went off right on top of your forehead, you know that?"

"So?" Sherlock asked in a confused tone.

"That's why I came to you, genius." Playing this kind of quiz game with Sherlock, Watson pressed his forehead, and he really didn't know who was crazy.

"... Oh, by the way, explosion, thank you for reminding me, I noticed it." Sherlock seemed to come back to his senses, and raised his eyebrows before he really noticed, clenched the white business card in his hand, and moved Stuck it in his suit pocket, he naturally asked, "Where's Mary?"

Watson's expression darkened: "I'll send her out first."

Sherlock looked at Watson and blinked: "What happened? You look like you were thrown into the washing machine and lost two inches of height."

"...Shut up, it's nothing, this is not a good place to chat."

"We've both talked in worse situations and I don't think there's a problem with that, or do you need me to pour you a cup of tea? We don't have to make our own fire to boil the water since it's almost burnt down here."

"...About Mary."

"Mary's what?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"The tin can that smashed through our ceiling said a bunch of nonsense, saying that Mary is not Mary... Oh, what am I talking about, you don't have to answer, anyway, let's go out first."

"Oh." Sherlock was stunned for a few seconds, as if thinking of something, he pursed his thin lips, frowned, and said, "At this time, I should hold your hand to comfort you." ?"

"Which damn website is this from?" Watson laughed dumbly, but naturally took Sherlock's hand and dragged him down the stairs.

"In the mailbox at the door, there is a leaflet about caring for people with intellectual disabilities on the street. There is also a big pink heart drawn on it, which is very in line with the aesthetics of normal human beings."

"Haha, to send something like this to Sherlock Holmes! Knowing that you, an arrogant bastard, would probably shake hands with 80.00% of the people on Baker Street."

"It's 90.00%, but I'm only holding yours now, do you feel touched?"

"Ha, it's an honor." Watson gasped as he stood on the lawn, and there was another crash from the building behind him.

Watson straightened up, let go of Sherlock's hand, wiped the black ash on his forehead, and then froze.

"John? Did it crash again?" Sherlock asked, looking in the direction of his line of sight, and instantly understood the reason, "Oh...Mary."

Mary was wearing sunglasses and sitting in the driver's seat of a black Jaguar. She looked at Watson and seemed to mouth something.

Sherlock squinted to read the other's lips.

'It wasn't just shadows that followed me, it was darkness itself. '

Mary smiled miserably at the two of them, and started the car.

Watson stood there for a long time.

The firefighter standing aside holding a water gun suddenly spoke in a somewhat abrupt voice: "Your uniform is really eye-catching, buddy, are you an admirer of the hero series comics?"

"You misunderstood, no..." The man being teased scratched his head in embarrassment, then raised his head as if remembering the business, he even had golden eyelashes, "I'm here to find someone, do you have any?" I saw a guy in gold and red armor, uh, a guy with a low voice and a bit of a nasty personality."

The description is concise and vivid, and it can make people think of who it is almost immediately.

Watson recovered and asked, "Tony Stark?"

"Yes, that's him. We came here together, but halfway, uh, he flew out of the window due to a small accident. I think he should have fallen near here." The man in tight uniform said solemnly Said.

"...he fell into my wedding venue." The corner of Watson's mouth twitched, so where did these guys come from, an alien planet?

"Oh." Captain America was stunned for a moment, "I think it would be a good thing to meet Iron Man at the wedding?"

"Nothing, he just smashed through my ceiling and took my wedding photographer and scared my bride-to-be."

"……terribly sorry."

"You're talking about that big guy in armor." The firefighter in protective clothing seemed to be a very talkative person, and he wiped a handful of water mist from the wide mask, "Hey, he was still here just now, why is he here?" It was gone in a blink of an eye."

"He came out with Mary, I remember, did he go with Mary?"

"boom--"

Everyone raised their heads, and a piece of wood with a blackened corner fell out of the window on the fifth floor, and a golden-red gauntlet firmly nailed it to the ground in front of them.

It is engraved with a string of crooked letters: "Help! Handsomeishere (Help me! Handsome Iron Man is here!)".

Everyone: "..."

The fireman raised his head: "Ah, it fell from the most burned floor."

Watson looked at the raging fire from the window, then at the board, and fanned the little black ash floating in front of his eyes: "Oh, why don't we bury it and pretend it's okay."

Sherlock adjusted the collar of his coat: "I agree."

Captain America turned his face away silently.

In the next second, Iron Man's heart-piercing cry hit everyone's eardrums from the window on the fifth floor: "Hhhhhhhelp!!!"