[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Watson pressed his forehead: "How do we explain it to Mrs. Hudson?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Oh, I almost forgot that we lived with her, so where has she been these few days?"

"Italy, Sherlock, she's gone on a trip with her new boyfriend, she's told almost everyone on Baker Street three times and you don't know?"

"Useless information, I must have filtered it." Sherlock said indifferently, "Anyway, she must want to travel longer, and we just gave her a reason."

"The reason is that a hammer fell from the sky and blew up her home?"

Sherlock thought for two seconds: "It doesn't sound bad?"

Steve apologized: "I'm very sorry, if you two have no place to stay, can you stay in our hotel temporarily? I don't think Stark will object."

"What? Why?" Tony was puzzled.

Steve grabbed Tony by the shoulders and pulled him aside, whispering, "Otherwise, where do you want them to live temporarily?"

"I've slept on a park bench. There's nothing wrong with it except you have to be wary that someone will push you awake and have a shot at you in the middle of the night. Trash cans and under the bridge are also good choices." Tony replied without thinking.

"But we are running a hotel, why do we push others to live under the bridge?" Steve had a headache.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I forgot about this setting when the bomb was blown up, then let them live, I can give him a friendly discount, 3000 US dollars a night."

"Hey, don't you feel sorry for messing up someone's wedding?"

"What? It's not me who planted the bomb."

"But according to the doctor, it was you who lost his bride in anger."

"Oh, come on, I was with them when it exploded, the guy was wearing a groom's outfit, the bride was next to him, but he was nervous, his hands were shaking, his heart was arrhythmic, and he rushed into the fire without hesitation at the first moment Go find the best man, in view of the above, I don't think he will care about such a small matter."

"It's not a trivial matter, and it's right to worry about the safety of your friends." Steve explained helplessly. Occasionally he felt that his quadruple ability couldn't keep up with Tony's out-of-the-box thinking, but he always had infinite patience. , "This time, wait until I say something until you agree, or do you just nod?"

"Little Pepper is not as verbose as you, Captain." Tony wrinkled his nose, complained in a low voice, and stroked his mustache, "Okay, but I have conditions."

******

"Why do we work for your hotel?" Sherlock frowned, "I don't work for anyone."

"Because you are living in my five-star hotel now, and my hotel still lacks a few employees, or should we settle the consumption problem now?" Tony folded his arms.

"I can put John to do things for you. He's good at these things. Washing dishes and brushing skulls or something."

"Hey!" Watson called out in dissatisfaction, but was perfectly ignored.

"You can choose to keep staring at me now or get your work suit, Mr. Detective, or I'll call your parents? Oh, I almost forgot, you're an adult."

"Why should I work with a guy who has installed seventy cameras in the hotel plus thirty hidden cameras and obviously has excessive control and anxiety? By the way, he has a GPS on your belt, Captain." Xia Locke glanced at Steve.

"What?" Steve asked in surprise, but was also ignored.

"Because I have already chosen to cooperate with a consulting detective who has a wrinkled face when he smiles, but his mental age is only 12 years old. He wears a strange hat and even his underwear needs to be washed by his roommate." Tony smirked.

"I haven't said that your armor looks like typical teenage conduct disorder, and you look old enough to get Alzheimer's."

"Hey, this is already considered a criminal verbal attack, you horse-faced star."

"Oh, who's to say no, what? Are you going to take off the height insoles and fight with me?"

"Do you have to fight so childishly?" Steve sighed.

"Shut up!" The two turned their heads and said in unison, then turned their heads and stared at each other with embarrassment on their faces.

"Oh God, I feel like I saw two Sherlock Holmes quarreling." Watson rubbed his temples in despair, and dragged Sherlock's luggage with one hand, "Can we leave them alone?"

"Extremely happy." Steve fully agreed, and easily picked up the luggage of the two, "I will take you to the staff-only room first."

******

All contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. was cut off. Tony flew over New York that night, and even the Stark Tower was gone. He hacked into the U.S. National Registration Office to check. The fringe figures and alien populations like Thor who have been around for 70 years have not been registered, but even Tony himself, who is a standard citizen on the surface, is gone, leaving no trace.

Even if all traces of their existence can be eliminated, the foundation of S.H.I.E.L.D. is so deep that it is impossible to erase them all in one day, even disappearing... Or, are they simply outsiders in this world?

"Could it be a parallel world?" Tony frowned. He had never believed in the theory of parallel universes, which he classified as unscientific, but now there is only one explanation.

Tony tugged at his curly hair irritably: "If I really go to the parallel world, can't I transfer my bank account together!!"

Yes, the reason why he was in a hurry to open the hotel and even brought Sherlock here was that he, the billionaire Stark, had no account other than a sum of cash with him!

"Jarvis, how about I hack into the Pentagon and steal their military funds?"

[Sir, the captain said, if you have taken any illegal actions to embezzle funds, I need to notify him in time. 】

"...You traitor!" Tony slumped on the leather swivel chair and turned around, "You shouldn't have given him 30.00% of your management authority."

[The captain was also very surprised by this. 】

"...It's just a precautionary measure. If your master and I lose our hair one day, at least there will be someone who can take you in." Wearing a shirt with a loose collar, Tony lay on a swivel chair and looked out the window. A little serious.

[…] The electronic butler fell silent.

"It's dawn, I hope Dr. Watson's publicity will be effective, and there will be new guests today." Tony yawned, stretched his limbs casually, and stood up.

【Sir, you haven't slept for 24 hours, what you need now is...】

"Mute, long-winded fellow."

******

The second request from Tony is that Dr. Watson needs to promote their hotel on the blog, and indicate that all Sherlock's business is now arranged by the hotel. The news on the Internet has been spreading fast, and soon many people know about it There's a hotel in Baker Street that will help with any trouble, as long as you can afford it.

...if you can walk into Tony's office with a healthy heart.

Tony gnawed an apple and sat in the office openly looking at the surveillance camera, while answering the man who made the request: "Sorry, sir, modern technology may not be able to make your face look like Beckham or Armstrong. A cyclotron-jet Armstrong cannon might be considered."

On the first screen, Zhong Sheng was walking up and down the hall complaining: "Hey, Sherlock, why do I have to do a job like a security guard as the only gentle and normal person here? ... Oh this one What's wrong with you, lady? What? My husband is having an affair... No problem, you don't need to go to our boss for such a trivial matter, I can solve your troubles with one shot and I promise that if you want, I can revive him and take another shot... "

Sherlock: "..."

Tony casually switched to another monitor's perspective, oh, the guy standing at the checkout counter looks really annoying.

"Cheap deodorant, second-hand woolen cap, disposable condom, empty old wallet..." Sherlock, the receptionist at the counter, stood in front of the long table in a neat suit, looking at the blue face of the middle-aged man in front of him, pretending to be "Oh, sorry, I mean, are you sure you want to swipe this credit card you stole?"

Guest a: "...that belongs to my brother."

Sherlock smiled again: "I'm sorry, are you sure you want to swipe this credit card that your younger brother who has a successful career and a happy family has reflected how useless and social scum you are since childhood, reluctantly agreed to lend you?"

Tony gnawed on the apple boredly, watched Guest A run out of the hotel door after paying the payment, switched the screen to the third monitor, and casually said to the guests in front of him: "I'm looking for a cat!" Gentlemen, please transfer to 201 and 202 next door and wait for one night. Don’t worry, our Hulk’s hunting level is top-notch. Tomorrow your pets will lie quietly, silently, and permanently beside your pillows Yes, what? Oh, you need to ensure that it is alive, please pay another handling fee..."

In the third monitor is Steve sitting at the door of the office and helping to register. The blond-haired and blue-eyed Captain America smiled awkwardly: "Well, lady, your hand is almost touching the root of my thigh. , are you sure you still need to investigate your husband's affair?"

Tony looked at Captain America, who had a rosy face and was breathing normally, for a few seconds, and immediately cut to the fourth one a little annoyed.

The fourth monitor is in the cafeteria. The restaurant waiter Max chews gum and says to the guests in front of him: "Hey buddy, what do you want to eat?"

Guest b: "...the one over there who is struggling and being stuffed into the pot is..."

Max turned back and said calmly: "Oh, Sledgehammer, Hulk, put that poor guest down, your ingredients are in the other direction."

Guest b: "..."

Max smiled like a flower: "I'm sorry, our chef is a bit naughty, but you'd better make a decision within three seconds, otherwise you will be the next one to be stuffed into the pot... One, two, three, when you're done, let's have a piece of chocolate Tower bar, that looks great on your greasy figure."

Tony threw the apple core into the trash can remotely from high altitude, turned off the screen and sighed sincerely: "Ah, it really makes money through harmony."

Guest abcd: "...harmony ass!"

******

Standing in front of Tony's office door, Watson took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and saw a beautiful woman with a good figure sitting on the waist of their boss on the desk, That picture is as crazy as it is, oh, what's even more exciting is that Watson thinks that beauty seems to be Mary's bridesmaid.

But the good news is that, while not complete, they are at least clothed.

"Badtime?" Watson coughed awkwardly.

"If you know, you should go out and close the door." Tony lazily raised his head and glanced at Watson, without any sign of shyness, "It's off-duty time, my dear."

Watson glanced at his watch: "There are still 5 minutes, I think you should receive the last guest?"

"Who?"

"I."

Tony raised his eyebrows, sat up and kissed the bridesmaid Jenny's face: "Sorry, look, there are always so many men who don't understand style."

Jenny hooked his tie with her index finger: "Now you are one of them." She stood up, greeted Watson and left the room.

Tony untied the loose tie and threw it aside, blinked his sour eyes, sat on the table and spread his hands: "Okay, let's follow the procedure? Mr. Watson, what do you want to ask? "

Watson smiled wryly, rubbed his hands together awkwardly, and sat down on the reception chair: "I..."