tech killer

Today's Elsa can be said to wake up with a smile in her dreams.

The gentleman Mr. Watson gave up his bed to Elsa.Vaguely thinking of his father looking at his daughter, Watson did his best, even changed into a freshly washed bedding, and said good night to Elsa who seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

The little girl sank into the soft bed, the quilt pulled directly under her eyes.She hugged the teddy bear that Watson had given him, and said a stuffy goodnight through the quilt.

Watson turned off the light for her and closed the door softly.

Elsa doesn't have the habit of acknowledging her bed, but she can't sleep at all now.

Misperceptions buried long ago, after being questioned for so many years, can finally be broken by reality.She can be said to be a little proud of what happened tonight.Because of what Sasha said, she always thought that she would only bring bad luck, but now, she can use her ability to save people.

Elsa thought about it for a long time, and finally fell asleep peacefully inadvertently, laughing in her dream.

Early the next morning, Elsa woke up to the sound of dogs barking outside the window.

She stretched her waist, changed into a light green and white dress, used the skin care products that had been emphasized many times, and then stuffed the cute brown teddy bear into the space box, carrying her luggage Box down the stairs.

Mrs. Hudson had already baked the bread. She looked at Elsa and said with a smile, "Come and have breakfast."

"Yeah," Elsa got up early with a smile on her face, "Good morning, Mrs. Hudson~"

Mrs. Hudson knew that the little girl was staying overnight, and she took care of the rich breakfast for the girl who came for the first time, including bacon, ham, fried eggs, etc. Elsa had a very happy meal, but yesterday was a little bit better. The thrilling Watson was almost late, and he rushed out the door with a sandwich in his mouth just in time to drink a cup of coffee.

Mrs. Hudson watched from behind and shook her head: "I don't know whether he is reliable or careless."

Suddenly thinking that Watson might have slept on the sofa last night, Elsa just laughed and didn't speak.

Sherlock went around after breakfast, and did not choose Mrs. Hudson's handicrafts. Instead, in the following morning, after Elsa relaxed a bit, she accompanied the little old lady who was good at teaching and made several handicrafts. There was a lot of news - of course, not with Sherlock, he stayed upstairs and didn't know what he was doing, and from time to time he improvised some violin noises, which made Elsa wish that her ability could break his violin strings .

Just before lunch time, the police came to the door.

Elsa knew the police detective who came in. He was not young, but he looked reliable. His hair color was similar to her own. I saw him at the scene last night.Elsa never took the initiative to interact with people. She saw that the inspector didn't have much time to greet her, so she didn't ask.

Lestrade went straight upstairs as soon as he entered.A layer of sweat hung on his brow, evidently the torment of traveling in the heat of summer.He looked anxious, but he was holding something in his hand.

Mrs. Hudson was evidently used to it.The little old lady didn't even raise her eyes, she pursed her lips and continued to thread the needle.

Elsa's curiosity is not so great, she is still sitting on Mrs. Hudson's soft sofa, learning the old lady's craft to sew a small bag.

There was a bunch of random noises from upstairs, and there seemed to be some controversy, followed by the angry detective who came down empty-handed.He seemed to want to slam the door very much. He probably realized that the five-and-a-half-year-old Sherlock was actually renting someone else's house, so he forced a smile on his face and greeted Mrs. Hudson, before going out angrily.

Less than 10 minutes after Lestrade left, the neatly dressed Sherlock went downstairs elegantly.He was leaning against the handrail of the stairs, holding a file bag in his right hand and shaking it at Elsa: "Miss Sarn?"

Elsa retorted subconsciously: "It's Saren!"

"Alright, Miss Saron." He tugged at the corner of his mouth at the pouting girl, showing a fake smile, "The information you asked for is here."

Elsa immediately jumped off the sofa, throwing the small bag that was about to form in her hand on the ground.

She rushed to Sherlock's side, jumping to reach the file that the evil guy held up: "...you give me the things!"

Relying on his height advantage, Sherlock refused to give it to her, and deliberately covered the necessary route for her to go upstairs. When Elsa's eyes were turning red, Sherlock coughed and handed the document to her: "Look for yourself. I'm a little Go out first, if there is anything, I will talk about it when I come back at night."

After speaking, he waved his hand and left gracefully.

Elsa didn't have much mind to take care of that useless guy. Holding that thin file bag, she seemed to have found the whole world back.

She didn't even have time to sit back on the sofa, and opened the thin file bag while standing still.

There were only three sheets of paper and two photos in the file bag.

A photo was placed on top, and the corners of Elsa's raised mouth froze at the moment when she saw the photo.

"I've seen this pattern..." She frowned, and her thin white fingers flicked the red icon in the corner of the photo, "It's that ugly octopus."

"...They killed people and took Bucky away." She said to herself.

There were thoughts in her mind that Elsa couldn't sort out by herself. She calmed down as much as possible, and traced the face of the protagonist in the photo with her fingertips.

This is a very blurry photo, probably cut out from a monitor. It seems to be a bit old, and the person on it only shows half of his face with no facial features, but the conspicuous mechanical arm with red stars is Can't hide.He looked similar to when Elsa first met, with half-long hair, a cold breath, a gun, and other weapons seemed to be carried behind him.

"Bucky..." Elsa said the name softly, looked at it a few more times reluctantly, and opened the next photo.

For this picture, she can only smile.

In this ID photo, he looks much younger and more energetic than when he met later, his hair and beard are trimmed cleanly, he is wearing a formal suit and even a tie, his good-looking eyes are bright, and he looks energetic Lively lad - nothing like the other photo.

Elsa's eyes moved down, and there was a line written in the lower right corner of the photo, which was his name——James Buchanan Barnes.

Elsa couldn't help wanting to laugh. She looked at James's photo and laughed for a while, and then began to look at the documents that were thin but weighed more than a thousand catties.

There is indeed not much content on paper, and a person's original heroic life is condensed in this thin page.Elsa felt sad looking at it.

She traced the four numbers "1944" with her fingertips, recalling the appearance of James, and suddenly wished that he was like the story of "The Time Traveler's Wife", who traveled here from her own years to meet her, rather than suffering.

The content of each of the three sheets of paper is different. Although Elsa is ignorant, she doesn't understand everything.She sat on the sofa all afternoon with her file bag in her arms, without saying a word, lost in her own thoughts, and didn't pay much attention to lunch.Mrs. Hudson was also very considerate in not calling her, but just took the ready-made things there and let them cool down.

As the sky darkened, Sherlock and Watson returned to 221B together.

The door was just opened, and Elsa seemed to be awakened. She turned her head and looked at the tall and thin man who opened the door: "I'm going to find him!"

"What?" Watson was a little confused.

Sherlock looked at the girl again, and there was so much meaning in his eyes that Elsa still couldn't understand: "What are you going to find him with?"

The gray-haired girl's expression was firm: "I want to rescue him!"

Sherlock smiled playfully, and raised his eyebrows: "Just you?" Before he finished speaking, he attacked directly, and before Watson's accusation was uttered, he had twisted the hands of the little girl who had failed to resist. Lay down on the sofa behind you.

"Sherlock—you!" Watson thought it was a bit too much for a big man to bully a little girl.

Sherlock let go without interest: "Come on, John, I'm trying to make her sober, she's going to send me to my death, I don't care about it, but I have to think about whether that crazy girl Vivienne will be with me first when she comes back." Have a fight."

He sneered: "Salen, if you are like this, you should first think about how to survive in this world."

Elsa fell face down on the sofa and did not move.On the one hand, Watson felt that Sherlock's behavior was a bit excessive, and on the other hand, he felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.He opened his mouth to comfort the decadent girl, but he really didn't know how to speak.

Sherlock's wise eyes swept over Elsa.

Just as he was about to lift his legs to leave, a hand stretched out and grabbed the hem of his shirt: "...teach me."

"Ok?"

The girl raised her head from the sofa, and her amber eyes, which were originally clear and somewhat soft, became firm, as if she had the courage to face everything and would not back down no matter what happened.

"You say I'm looking for death, you say I can't survive in this world, then you teach me how to survive, how to get my Bucky back from them."

"It's kind of interesting..." He suddenly smiled, stepped forward and grabbed Elsa by the collar and pulled her up from the sofa, "Then sit down and eat."

He raised his chin to signal the dinner that Mrs. Hudson had put aside: "I'll wait for you upstairs."