I have two faces

The door of 221B was roughly kicked open at Sherlock's feet, and Mrs. Hudson's angry voice came from the kitchen.

"Sherlock! Next time you kick the door, I'll throw all your cigarettes into the toilet!"

"Enough Mrs. Hudson! Make your cookies!"

The sound of men's leather shoes stepping on the stairs is heavier than before.

"Watson! Watson!"

He went to stay with Mary again.

For the first time, Sherlock felt that the fact that his assistant got married really affected him. Of course, Sherlock would not admit it in the past. After all, he is a genius Sherlock who can solve a case by himself.

Sherlock put Enid on the sofa, to be precise, throwing it would be more appropriate.

The little girl sank into the sofa, because Sherlock was so unkind, Enid felt that the half of her body below the shoulder was so painful that she was almost numb.

A lot of blood was splashed on Sherlock's body, his mood was not very good, and he was slightly irritable.

Enid curled up on the sofa in pain, "If I hadn't been killed, I might have been thrown to death by you..."

"Based on your bleeding volume, you will be eligible to enter the ICU after 15 minutes."

Sherlock pulled Enid out of the sofa, holding Watson's medicine box in his hand, "You can't go to the hospital now, you have to be thankful that I am a good person, Molly Kelly."

Sherlock is a nice guy?

I'm sorry, but the only good people certified by Enid here are Steve Tony and that Spider-Man.

Sherlock saves Enid, most of the reasons are for his interest.

But what is to be thanked is still to be thanked.

"You broke my prejudice, I thought that a genius with a high IQ would not be very skilled, thank you... Sherlock hurts! Please be gentle, please??? You can't find a girlfriend like this! "

Sherlock squatted halfway beside the sofa, using scissors to cut off the clothes on Enid's shoulders, revealing a bloody gunshot wound.

"I don't need a creature like a girlfriend."

Sherlock simply cleaned the wound, put on medical gloves, and then took medical tweezers from Watson's medicine box to disinfect.

"You look...professional..."

Enid's heart was pounding, her eyes fixed on Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock paused, raised his hand nonchalantly to press Enid's other shoulder, and patted lightly, "Actually, you are my first living body to experiment, and I hope the body muscles of the living are the same as those of the dead. Cooperate."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock smiled brightly at Enid in comfort.

The kind of smile that looks fake at first glance, but also reveals obvious evil.

Enid tensed up all over, watching Sherlock's hand getting closer and closer to her wound.

Did he do it on purpose? ?

It's almost like what the hell is the slow motion scene in the movie? !

Enid was short of breath, and couldn't stand Sherlock's deliberate intimidation, so she backed away suddenly, "We can find a private clinic

!Sherlock, there is still a difference between a forensic doctor and a surgeon! "

Enid suddenly remembered something, and her eyes widened: "Wait, do you have an anesthetic?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and smiled, "No."

"!!!"

Sherlock quickly held Enid down, picked up the rope he had prepared when he was looking for the medicine box, and tied Enid's flailing limbs.

"I'm afraid of pain!!! Sherlock!! Let's go to a private clinic! I have money! As long as I give money, there will be a doctor willing to save me! You, you, you, you, please be merciful, please..."

Sherlock stuffed a towel into Enid's mouth.

The gunshot wound was serious, and the bullet was deeply embedded in the flesh. Enid was too nervous, and her muscles were tightly biting the bullet, which made Sherlock's work a lot more difficult.

Sherlock's face was expressionless, and the tweezers were stirring the wound, mixing with the blood, making a sound that made people's ears itchy.

Enid buried half of her face in the sofa, and gradually gave up struggling, biting the towel tightly.

It was already night when Watson received the news from Sherlock, and Mary also came to 221B with him, carrying a pile of women's clothes and supplies.

"I don't quite understand why you are covering up a murderer."

The girl on the bed fell into a deep sleep, and Mary wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Although she looks like an angel when she sleeps."

"Don't believe the truth in front of you, because the truth can also be disguised."

Sherlock made a cup of coffee and said comfortably on the sofa: "Moriarty is the main story, she is just a victim pushed out by Moriarty."

Watson understood the meaning of Sherlock's words, "Did Moriarty do her injury?"

"That's right, and there won't be only one wave."

Sherlock tapped the cup with his fingers, and his tone implied that he was about to move, "He will come again."

Enid hides Moriarty's secret, and Sherlock also wants to know how she did the live-broadcast murder.

Lestrade did test the victim's DNA in the furnace. According to the DNA database comparison, it can be confirmed that the victim is the CEO of the HPL watch company and an ordinary taxi driver.

But there is no connection between the two, how did Enid do it?

When Enid woke up, it was already late at night, she touched her forehead, it was fine, Sherlock's rough treatment didn't even cause a fever, the small cells in her body were really hardworking.

With a dry and astringent throat, Enid got out of bed with difficulty, went to the wall to turn on the light, and then was startled by a person who suddenly appeared from the single sofa.

"Sherlock...I can't help being scared...Aren't you going to sleep?"

Sherlock looked energetic in his pajamas, "You sleep in my bed."

Only then did Enid realize that she was in 221B, and she was now in Sherlock's room.

Giving up his bed to a weak girl, is Sherlock so gentlemanly?

"I just want to ask you a few questions when you wake up, don't get me wrong."

Enid poured a glass of water to moisten her throat, and moved her left arm in a paralyzed state, which involved the heart-piercing pain of the wound.

Sherlock didn't use anesthesia.

Enid suddenly felt that she was simply great.

"what is the problem?"

"The heart of the ocean is in your hands"

Enid clenched her hands tightly, and smiled softly: "Moriarty gave me a birthday present, but I returned it. I think it's too precious. After all, I have only a normal relationship with him, so it's not suitable for such a meaningful gift." one's gift."

However, Enid didn't figure out what the relationship between Molly and Moriarty was.

But it shouldn't be a problem to fool Sherlock a bit.

Sherlock was silent.

Enid: Kind of spooky, maybe you know something else? ? ?Are you not enemies?

Enid looked at Sherlock's expression, hesitated, and said tentatively.

"I know that you and Moriarty are rivals who fell in love and killed each other. The case in Glasgow can fool the police but not you."

Enid changed to a more comfortable position, but the pain still made Enid frown.

"Me and Moriarty had a falling out."

Enid, who mentioned that name, looked lost and dazed, as if she had left Moriarty with the sense of chaos that she had to rethink how to move forward in life.

Sherlock took a sip of coffee slowly, "Obviously, so, what do you want me to do for you?"

He guessed again.

Enid felt discouraged when someone poked a hole, "The case in Glasgow has nothing to do with me."

Enid lowered her eyes, her pale face was delicate and non-aggressive, "I don't want to participate in Moriarty's game, but he doesn't seem to think so."

As expected, Sherlock wasn't surprised.

"Where are those two people in the live broadcast murder case a few days ago?"

Enid's eyes were deep blue in the night: "If I told you now, you would be very boring, I know you like to play the game of wisdom tree, abandon Moriarty and play with me."

Sherlock agreed without hesitation.

Enid: Is it my illusion that I suddenly feel a little pitiful for Moriarty?

No, it's not.

"Good night, Miss Enid."

Sherlock held the doorknob and looked back at Enid: "I have one last question."

Enid: "?"

"Are you really Molly Kelly?"

Sherlock's eyes are deep and wise, they are rational and will not be confused, even if they are confused, it is short-lived.

He blinked playfully, said nothing, and closed the door.

Enid: Chatting with geniuses is really exhausting, where the hell am I giving away?

She just barely got nominated for an Oscar, right?

Enid can't leave 221B for the time being. The police released Enid's bare-faced photos, washing away the exaggerated clown outfit. Many people can't imagine that the delicate and lovely girl is the same person.

Gradually, someone began to provide clues to the police station.

"I saw her passing Baker Street."

"I saw her go to a supermarket."

"I saw her with a monster in a red and blue uniform."

More and more information poured into the police station.

And there is more and more personal information about Molly Kelly, even the news when the TV is turned on.

And Sherlock, who harbors criminals, seems to have no burden.

After living with Enid for three days, he dug up two-thirds of all Enid's information.

The remaining third of Sherlock is stuck on Enid's strange magic.

Who can believe that Enid is from the future?

"Sherlock! You're so smart, can you help me find someone?"

"not interested."

"Sherlock!"

"OK... Where did you go just now, I guess, the suburbs? You went to meet those two people you hid? West, a small remote villa..."

With a bang, Enid went straight into the bathroom to take a shower, wiped out the evidence, and threw all the clothes into the washing machine.

However, after coming out, Sherlock still pointed to Enid and concluded: "You have some kind of superpower that can cross the area, which is at least 50 kilometers away from Baker Street."

Sherlock looked curious.

Enid: "..."

You are awesome.

I will never chat with you again, friends.

I don't know how Watson spent the time living with Sherlock.

This person is not normal at all.

He would play the violin at 02 o'clock in the morning, and walk around the house alone at 30:[-] in the middle of the night, muttering strange words.

The desk is never clean and tidy for a moment, full of draft books and envelopes.

But if anyone moved even a small corner of his desk, Sherlock would notice it immediately.

Then go into rage mode.

"Mrs. Hudson! You moved my desk again!!"

"Who else would clean up your kennel but me? Look what a mess your house is! If you can use your clever mind to spend a ten-thousandth of it on cleaning, I will be thankful!"

Sherlock, who had never quarreled with Mrs. Hudson, was depressed for a while, "But it's much better than before, Enid is cleaning!"

"Hmph! She's not your girlfriend, why should you clean it for me!"

Sherlock snorted coldly: "She is willing! Mrs. Hudson, even if my house is full of microorganisms, don't disturb them to establish a flora. Please give me some private space, thank you!"

Mrs. Hudson chopped off her feet angrily: "You put the specimens in my refrigerator!"

Enid took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, "Don't look at me, I'm still a child, I want to grow taller."

Then Enid drank milk and watched their daily fights.

After the wait was over, Enid handed Sherlock a pack of cigarettes, "Saved from Mrs. Hudson's hands."

Sherlock looked at Enid.

"Thank you."

Enid swears that was the most heartfelt thank you she'd ever heard.

"Where is the case going?"

Sherlock held the newspaper and didn't look up, "You can't expect the police who only get paid. The case in Glasgow has nothing to study. Once you find the Heart of the Ocean, everything will be solved."

"The heart of the ocean is in Moriarty's hands."

Whoever has the heart of the ocean is the murderer.

Enid: Moriarty, you got caught early.

"Wow, you can think better, at least I can find those two people you hid."

Enid shook her head, "By the time you find it, I'll be gone."

"Ok?"

Enid smiled.

It's good to have a brother.

Sherlock had just left the house when Mycroft found Enid.

Wearing a British three-piece suit and holding an umbrella, this tall man is elegant and gentlemanly, and his apology is only polite.

"Please leave my brother."

"I can provide you with money and a plane ticket, new identification, and you can go to another country to live safely."

"Sherlock is a person with nothing but brains, but his IQ is not the best in the Holmes family. If Miss Molly needs anything, I think I, a politician with a low position, can help you."

"But the premise of all this is to leave my childish brother."

The little girl sitting opposite Mycroft had smooth and beautiful black hair, clean, quiet, non-aggressive, like a harmless lamb.

Even in comparison, Mycroft is really cold and heartless.

"Now that you drive me away, you are undoubtedly sending me to die. As long as I leave this room, the killers sent by Moriarty will immediately arrest me."

"But Moriarty won't hurt you."

Mycroft smiled lightly, but Enid was a little mmp in her heart.

Why does everyone seem to understand the relationship between Molly and Moriarty, except myself? ?

"But I'm hurt..."

After thinking for a while, Mycroft made a proposal: "I can arrange for you to enter a nursing home, but I'm not sure when you will come out."

Enid's first reaction was Arkham.

There is also a hospital like Arkham in the UK?

Enid looked at Mycroft like a villain.

"I hope you can think about it tonight."

McCoff left.

The stupidest Sherlock in the Sherlock Holmes family?

Then how smart is his brother?

He obviously looks like Moriarty, a guy with a worrying hairline...

Enid rubbed her face, feeling the air was dull, went to the window and opened it.

A red paw that looked like a beast suddenly stuck to the window glass, imprinted in Enid's eyes, it was terrifying and frightening, it opened the window, and then stretched out to Enid's shoulder.

"I'm injured!"

The red claws paused in the air, and an upside-down spider appeared in front of Enid's eyes.

"Enid, I heard you killed someone? Wow, that's cool~!"

Spider-Man in the red and blue uniform whistled.

Enid looked down at the street from the window. It was empty.

"Don't test me, Spider-Man. I've been very sensitive to the emotion of testing recently. I didn't kill anyone. My hands are still clean. You don't need to send me to the police station."

Enid was a little tired.

Spider-Man was silent for a while, heaved a sigh of relief, he rolled over and landed on the window sill firmly, looking into Enid's eyes.

"I believe you."

Enid paused in her heart, and inexplicably, a sour feeling came to her heart.

Her childhood was very happy, maybe too happy, but fate took away her father, and Enid's youth has been dark since then.

Enid is very sensitive to human kindness, but Enid herself is not a purely kind person.

Kindness also requires qualifications and conditions.

"Thank you, Spider-Man."

The little spider's neck was suddenly embraced by the girl's hands, and she leaned gently on Peter's shoulder.

Peter squatted on the window sill and did not dare to move. He looked behind Enid, and there was a curly-haired man with a horse face standing at the door. His expression was playful.

But suddenly, he seemed to hear something, turned and left.

Peter's whole body stiffened gradually returned to normal.

"Can I see your face?"

Peter immediately pressed Enid's hand, "No, don't look."

"It doesn't matter if it's disfigured, I have experience."

Enid couldn't detect any emotion from Spider-Man's mask, but his hands were shaking, and his body was tense as hell, as if the face under the mask was like Dad, so ugly.

Enid gradually suppressed her smile, and raised her hand to gently stroke the interface of the mask.

"I used to steal my dad's face masks when I was a kid, but his uniforms were cheap at first, and then he got new ones, and the old ones belong to me. They're still in my house in Gotham. If I have time, I will take you to see?"

Peter: I don't really like the red uniform monster...

But Peter didn't have the courage to say no to Enid.

"I'm going back to the United States the day after tomorrow... My family lives in Queens, New York... Ah, no, let me go find you. After all, as a friend, it's polite for a boy to take the initiative."

Peter's breathing slowed down as Enid's hands tugged at the edge of the mask.

"you……"

Suddenly, Enid froze.

She looked behind Peter, and there was a man in black standing on the top of the opposite apartment building.

He had a metal arm that shone coldly in the sun.

The author has something to say:

Because I wanted to write about the appearance of the Winter Soldier, this chapter became long and thick without knowing it...

Winter Soldier: Sir, who are you hugging?

Spider-Man: ...

Enid: ...