tech killer

What Vivienne said was indeed very reasonable, and one would get used to this disgusting feeling.

This time "long-distance teleportation" Elsa finally didn't spit it out again, she quickly regained her balance, and then saw Vivienne with her hands on the desk, confronting the man behind the desk.

Before coming, Vivienne changed out of her somewhat strange robe and put on a very elegant suit skirt, which complemented her blond hair and blue eyes and looked radiant.

Now Vivienne, who is puffy, looks like a child.

Her gaze naturally turned to the back of the table, where stood a very dignified man in a three-piece suit.Elsa didn't hear what Vivian was talking to him just now. When she looked over, the man in a suit and leather shoes had already put on his black coat slowly and was reaching for the black umbrella hanging on the hanger.Vivian puffed her cheeks and wrinkled her nose: "I have a reason for this!" She emphasized again.

"OKOK, Ms Colburn," the man smirked at her, "I don't think you're here to see me, huh?"

Vivienne pulled Elsa bitterly, opened the door and went out before the man.

"I hate smart people." Vivienne became more lively after returning here, and her expression became more colorful. She took Elsa out of the building with ease, "The Holmes brothers really hate it."

Vivian took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from nowhere, glanced at the screen, took Elsa to a taxi, and couldn't help but drag Elsa to complain on the way to 221B Baker Street: "The Holmes family is all sick here."

She pointed to her head: "Sherlock still calls me a goldfish? I should turn his violin into a goldfish!"

Elsa couldn't help interrupting her: "Then you said, who is the person who can help me find Bucky?"

Vivian was quiet for a second.

She shrugged: "...Although I think Sherlock is poisonous, he is still very powerful... especially McCoff is still helping him."

"Who is Mycroft and who is Sherlock?" Elsa asked innocently.

"The one who was going bald just now is Mycroft," Vivienne complained, "You will definitely recognize Sherlock when you see him later."

"...?"

"The one with the longest face."

It is not far from Mycroft Holmes to Baker Street where Sherlock Holmes is located. When the taxi stopped, Elsa hadn't escaped from the description of "long face".Vivienne still dragged the confused little girl down, and knocked on the door of 221B.

It was an elderly woman who opened the door.After seeing Vivian, she gave her a big hug very enthusiastically: "Oh, long time no see, Vivian, are you here to find Sherlock?"

Vivienne and the lady came to a friendly kiss: "Long time no see Mrs. Hudson, is Sherlock there?"

"He's messing around with his stuff upstairs," Mrs. Hudson pointed upstairs. "By the way, he has a roommate now."

Vivienne laughed and complained as she took Elsa upstairs: "Merlin, is there anyone in the world who can stand Sherlock? Would you like to place a bet to see how long his poor roommate can last?"

Vivienne was interrupted by a raised voice, "Need me to tell you what a great roommate John is?"

Elsa had already reached the top of the steps, and she directly met the person leaning against the door.

It was a tall and thin man with a tall and straight figure, standing there with a somewhat condescending feeling.He was wearing a shirt, the collar and cuffs were unbuttoned, a little casual, leaning against the door, his eyes swept over casually.

But Elsa's mind was full of Vivienne's complaints, and she subconsciously said: "...It's really easy to recognize, the face is the longest."

The "longest" poker face instantly collapsed the original expression of disdain.He squeezed the words through his teeth: "Vivienne Colborne, is this how you arrange me?"

The two guys who seemed to have a lot of relationship just bickered like this.

Elsa leaned against the wall trying to lose her sense of existence, and looked at Mrs. Hudson in blank dismay.

The lovely lady lip-synced to Elsa: "They both always do that."

Elsa nodded, and sighed in her heart that maybe this is the way to get along. In the stories she has read, there are good friends who get along like this.If Vivienne and Sherlock heard Elsa's heartfelt voice, they would probably say in unison: "Who is this crazy girl/crazy good friend!"

Elsa silently went down to the first floor again, and stood with Mrs. Hudson.Mrs. Hudson whispered in Elsa's ear: "You know, I was shocked when I saw the two of them like this for the first time. Sherlock looked only ten years old at this time."

Elsa, who had learned to complain, was expressionless, feeling that Vivienne's words were too watery.This guy can help her find Bucky?Just this... a guy who is no older than five years old?

When the two people on the second floor were about to start fighting, the door was opened again.

Mr. Watson, the good old man who pushed the door and walked in, carried the bag without looking up: "...I bought dumplings, can Sherlock have this for dinner?"

He raised his head and met two murderous faces.

"...I don't seem to come back at the right time?" Watson shrugged awkwardly.

***

At the end of the Shura session, Mrs. Hudson knew they had something to say, so she offered to make some snacks and avoided it. Watson, looking at the two kindergarten children who were angry at each other, couldn't laugh or cry.

In the end, it was Elsa who decided to break the vibe.

"I heard...you are the best detective?" Elsa struggled to organize her words.

Sherlock Holmes didn't show any "anger" towards her, but just emphasized his unique profession.

Elsa has no idea about all this, she just wants to find Bucky.

"I'm looking for my friend who was kidnapped," Elsa recalled the chaos that day, "he may have been captured by a terrorist organization, those people killed and destroyed randomly...he..."

Sherlock's eyes swept over the tense Elsa, and interrupted her speech: "Looking for a kidnapped person? Boring. Why don't you ask John to send Greg a text message and call the police for you?"

As he was talking, he took out his mobile phone as if he wanted to send the text message to call the police.

Watson looked at Cinderella with her head down, and called Sherlock's name with a high pitch.

Sherlock didn't raise his head, ignored Vivienne who was pinching his flesh, and insisted on saying something boring.

Elsa suddenly became angry.

She stared at Sherlock, and then the mobile phone in his hand, which was still working, suddenly emitted a puff of gray smoke and went on strike.

Sherlock suddenly looked up and said something interesting.

"You did it? Are you a witch like Vivienne? No, you are not like her," he finally began to look at Elsa. "A teenage underage woman, naive, coming to England for the first time , the accent is very strange, the words are also special, I guess...even going out for the first time? There seems to be some special ability, obvious personality flaws, social barriers, no close people, the person you are looking for is right for you It's important but not your family... lover? No, no, no, no, you haven't thought of that much, then it's pure dependence... You know something, you know why he disappeared, but you don't know where he is."

He spoke very fast, so fast that Elsa couldn't understand the meaning of this long speech, she could only repeat her question again: "Can you, help me find my Bucky?"

Sherlock didn't answer her. He asked for Watson's cell phone and put it in his palm: "You prove yourself first."

Exploding a mobile phone was not difficult for Elsa at all. She thought it was Sherlock's condition, and happily let the new mobile phone fall apart in his hands. It did not explode but fell into a pile of parts safely.

Sherlock was silent for a second, and smiled at Elsa amid Watson's broken roar: "So it seems that you are a mutant? Interesting, I will check it for you."

Mutant?

Elsa seemed to be hearing this word for the first time, but it seemed like she had heard it before.Elsa frowned and recalled what Sasha said. Sasha never thought they were human. What she said was that they were cursed devils.

Sherlock didn't care what Elsa was thinking when he was distracted. He casually put the pile of parts in his hand on the table next to the mobile phone he scrapped first, and clicked on the table.Vivian, who had been watching quietly for a while, puffed her cheeks, but took out her wand in a very tacit understanding, and said "recovery as before" reluctantly.

Magic is always so magical, Watson watched in a daze as the parts of his mobile phone were automatically arranged and reorganized, returning to the way he handed it to Sherlock.

No...it seems to be earlier, those tiny scratches and everything can't be seen.

"Return you." Sherlock threw Watson's phone back, and then he straightened up and put down his raised legs to sit a little more formally, as if he was going to be serious, "Now, miss, tell me carefully what you are looking for. people."

***

At the same time, in Queens, New York, USA, next to Ryan's hotel.

The young X-Men who was supposed to pick up the new mutants sighed.

"Professor, we are late." Alex Summers talked to Professor X in his mind, "The little mutant is gone."