Chinese food saves the world

Washington Ronald Reagan National Airport

After the trial, Hollett was almost wrapped in the arms of the master of cross-dressing Sherlock Holmes before reluctantly leaving the watertight Supreme Court surrounded by the media.

Hannibal Lecter is not traveling with the two. A former patient living in Washington hopes to meet with him for psychological counseling, so Hannibal will return to Los Angeles tomorrow.

It is a pity that after the two arrived at Reagan National Airport on the south bank of the Potomac River, they took the shuttle bus from the waiting room to the apron, but they failed to board the passenger plane to return to the warm City of Angels immediately, but were told that they needed to stay on the plane temporarily. Waiting on the ping.

Due to the snowfall in the eastern United States, in order to ensure safety, the air traffic control department required to increase the safe distance between the aircraft, which caused the Boeing 747 to be delayed when it arrived in Washington. At the moment, the cabin is still being cleaned, refueled and maintained.

At present, I am afraid it will take another 10 minutes to board the plane.

The vast tarmac, with the white snow falling from the sky, is covered in silver and looks the same.

Holletti was wearing a black coat with horn buttons, and Mr. Detective wrapped his dark blue woolen scarf around her neck, even covering half of her face, making her pale face and blue eyes.

Sherlock was wearing a black-gray wool trench coat, tall and thin, with an indescribably elegant style, and Hollett was standing in front of him, blinking at him with big eyes, so obedient.

The consulting detective frowned, "What do you want to do? The last time you looked at me like this was when you were 15 years old, because you threw my chemistry experiment report into the fireplace and burned it up."

"That's because you shot at home, and my physical equipment was shot through three holes." Hao Leti explained the cause and effect seriously.

Sherlock lowered his eyes to look at her, his dazzling cheekbones, masculine snub nose and pair of contemptuous green eyes formed a kind of too unique charm, and his voice was even more confusing, "You really must get revenge little villain."

"Then you are a lonely drug addict." Hollett would not give up easily.

The consulting detective leaned forward, seeming to get closer to her, "So what are you doing with this junkie?"

Hao Leti pointed to a piece of white ground not far away, "I'm going to step on the snow."

Sherlock was not surprised that Hollett sometimes had very childish ideas, perhaps because she herself was a child who was forced to grow up too early, and the wise and the child were her two sides.

"If you run away, I'll leave you at the airport." There was imperceptible connivance in the detective's deep voice.

Although it often snows in Washington, the passengers waiting on the plane are still taking pictures with their mobile phones, and some young people are playing with the snow.

Hollett did not go far, and the location was still within a reasonable range for boarding and waiting. However, the snow here has not been cleared in time, so a layer of fluffy snow has piled up. It is very interesting to hear the creaking sound when stepping on it.

But because it was outside, of course it would be very cold, Sherlock frowned, pulled her to his eyes, and helped her wrap the scarf tightly again, "This is the damn Washington Airport."

Hollett had to look up at him, "I suddenly felt that you might be very suitable to be a kindergarten teacher, Xiali."

Sherlock patted her on the head, "Give me back the scarf if you talk nonsense again, heartless little dwarf."

Hollett wrinkled her nose at him, and when she turned around, a man in a wheelchair suddenly came into her sight——

Wearing a three-piece suit and cashmere coat, he looked very young, but his hair had completely fallen out.

This makes people very curious about his age. Just based on his appearance, you would think that he is only 30 years old at most, but that kind of vicissitudes and wisdom are not what men of this age group can possess.

Even his appearance can't be regarded as a typical handsome guy, with slight freckles on his milky white skin, but his face is extraordinarily beautiful, especially those blue eyes, which can simply captivate all living beings.

He smiled at Heletty with a gentleness that made you feel like you were melting into a deep blue lake.

But Hollett put away her happy expression just now, and she passed him quickly, making Charles Xavier feel extremely disappointed in an instant.

Then, he saw the petite girl bent down and picked up a snow-white kitten from the thick snow.

This milk cat had been buried in the snow for an unknown amount of time. Because of its snow-white fur, it was extremely difficult to detect. Its pupils dilated, its eyes turned completely black, its body was stiff, and it no longer had any signs of life.

Charles couldn't help but say, "There is no cure."

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw a burst of golden light from Heletty's palm holding the kitten-->>

The light is very faint, perhaps only his position and distance can detect it.

In the next second, the kitten started to move, its pupils returned to normal, and it even let out a very soft cry.

The kitten, which had no vital signs, came back to life with just one touch from her.

But X Academy's brain wave tracker has never detected her existence, and even at this moment, the distance between the two is so close, Charles still can't read any of her thoughts and memories.

Hollett gave Charles a flat look, put the kitten into her warm embrace, and then went back behind Sherlock.

And the consulting detective, because of this man who suddenly appeared, his expression became more and more serious, and his brows were frowned——

His eyes were too similar to Hollett's.

Perhaps because he has lived in Oxford for many years, Charles Xavier has an elegant British temperament, and his pure British pronunciation is even more pleasant, "Heletty, I'm sorry, I'm your—"

He was interrupted, and Heleti spoke calmly, "Charles Xavier, the head of the X-Men organization, has the most powerful psychic ability on Earth, and is my blood grandfather."

What she said not only shocked Charles, even Sherlock was extremely surprised, but Holly only cared about how to make the kitten in her arms warmer.

She looked at the mutant leader with a very young face again, "I read your interview in the New York Times when I was 14 years old, and after many inquiries, I probably guessed this boring story—"

"You have a son, although you did not know of his existence until he was an adult, his name was David Charles Howler, who was diagnosed with split personality and schizophrenia when he was young, and spent most of his youth. He was in and out of mental institutions until his multiple personality disorder was confirmed to be an extraordinary superpower. As an Omega-level mutant named 'Legion' [Legion], he is also considered to be the currently known The strongest mutant ever."

Hollett took off the scarf and wrapped it around the kitten's body, with a sincere voice, "Mr. Xavier, I don't blame you, but I have grown into an independent woman, and I don't need to seek asylum by blood."

Charles Xavier felt more and more guilty, but Sherlock's tone to her could be called a reprimand, "You knew these things ten years ago, why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't want to leave Olos." Hollett had just arrived at Holmes' house at that time, and she was very afraid that the rational and ruthless Mycroft would send her away.

The detective's expression became more dangerous, with deep eyes, "Only Olos?"

——This heartless fellow!His care for all these years has literally fed the dogs!

Hollett looked at Little Curly with a terrifying expression, and reluctantly added, "And you and Mike, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes."

"Middle-aged fat control freaks can be excluded," Sherlock looked at the mutant leader, "Sorry, Hollett grew up in Holmes' family, and she doesn't need other inexplicable family members."

Charles' eyes are bluer than sea water, but he is still watching Heleti, "I don't know what's wrong, I can't detect your ability, but Heleti, you need someone to teach you to control your ability, And receive systematic guidance and teaching."

Sherlock was undoubtedly surprised by the "controlling ability" that Professor X said, but he didn't reveal it, let alone press Heletty about it.

"Control ability?" Heleti looked at the gentle and compassionate Mr. Pretty, "Are you sure I'm a mutant?"

Charles was taken aback by her questioning. It was obvious that he had never encountered a mutant who could not be perceived by him, so he could only answer, "Just as an experiment, I can create a mental shield for you to avoid Powerful psychic forces drive you out of control until you can control them."

Admittedly, this is a very tempting proposition.

"Try to talk to me, Heletty, you can take my private jet back to Los Angeles," Charles looked gentle and decent, "just for the kitten in your arms, after all, civil aviation won't let you take it with you." It boards."

Hao Leti did not directly agree. She first called the airport staff to ask if there was any cat lost in the consignment. When she got a negative answer, she temporarily gave up the idea of ​​finding the original owner for the cat.

If it's a stray cat, it's obviously not a good idea to leave it at the airport.

Five minutes later, Heletty and Sherlock entered the Blackbird fighter jet, the fastest plane in the world, with a speed of 5 times the speed of sound, nothing in the world can fly over it.

The consulting detective sat on the left side of Heletty, looking at the milk cat on her lap. It looks very healthy now, lying limply on Heletty's lap, and fell asleep purring with its belly exposed. .

Sherlock squinted at Hollett, "This cat is as heartless as you."