tech killer

Elsa wolfed down her dinner, ran upstairs quickly, and sat down in front of Sherlock, who had already changed into pajamas and was fiddled with notebooks on the sofa.

Sherlock didn't even bother to look at her, his eyes stayed on the laptop screen: "Tell me, what do you think?"

Elsa opened her mouth, frowned, and held back for a while, "The ugly octopus should be destroyed."

The information Sherlock gave her was not very detailed, and the simple one-page paper only briefly mentioned a little content.But knowing that the ugly octopus organization can be described as a terrorist organization in the final analysis, Elsa especially wants to destroy them-just take it as a ridiculous sense of justice.

"Wait, wait, ugly octopus? What are you talking about?" Sherlock caught a strange term, and he finally looked up at the gray-haired girl, "What is an ugly octopus?"

"That's it." Elsa turned out the photo.

"..." Sherlock's expression twisted for a second, "This is Hydra."

"Oh." Elsa accepted this setting very calmly.

Sherlock thought he had met a very difficult guy.

"Do you know how to fight? Do you have a plan? Are you organized and staffed, or capable and rich?" Sherlock glanced at her, and the little girl in front of her looked harmless and immature, ignorant and possessed unique powers... …is just dead-brained.

Elsa needs to work hard to understand Sherlock's super fast long sentences every time, and then she misses the thoughtful Bucky even more.

As for Sherlock, she couldn't refute a word.

She just made a serious statement to her future teacher: "I will learn."

"The tone is not small. What does 'learning' mean? Want to snatch the princess back when you have nothing? You are whimsical about what Captain America didn't do."

Huh?It seems to have heard a name you have heard before?

Taking a deep breath, Elsa first let go of the inexplicable sense of familiarity, and repeated her decision: "I will study hard."

Sherlock: "..."

"Forget it," he carried the computer from his lap to the dining table, went back to the room and found a book with some traces of time and handed it to Elsa, "Look at the contents, do you understand?"

Elsa, who hadn't even read elementary school, was holding advanced books that college students couldn't understand, with question marks in her head.

"...I regret it a bit." The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched.

Watson, who was watching on the opposite sofa, couldn't help but put his fist against his mouth to hide his smile.

***

London is very peaceful recently, and Ping Lestrade misses Sherlock a little bit.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw him?

The last time Lestrade approached Sherlock in the case of the kidnapping of a cult member in the downtown area, and even ran an errand for McCoff, it seemed that he hadn't seen Sherlock for two months.

Inspector Lestrade, who had no work to do because the law and order in the jurisdiction was stable, came to 221B. Mrs. Hudson told him with a smile that Sherlock was not at home.

"...Where did he go?" Lestrade was a little curious.

Mrs. Hudson smiled: "It should be making up lessons for Elsa."

"Elsa?" Lestrade thought for a while, and equated the shy girl in his memory with this name, "I see."

Sherlock was indeed giving Elsa extra lessons at this time, and it was the kind that was about to explode.

The book in his hand rolled into a tube and knocked on Elsa's head: "Wrong, wrong, wrong! Why are you so stupid! Have you got your brains?!"

The poor little gray-haired girl was on the verge of crying.

Have you ever been taunted by a genius for two months?

Elsa experienced it.

She no longer doubts that she is a cursed demon, she just thinks that she is a fool without a brain.

Sherlock made formal plans for her training.

It is difficult to achieve a reborn growth in a short period of special training, but Sherlock's training for her is all she can use, even if it is only two months, the results are very gratifying.

Sherlock is very responsible. He made a plan after analyzing Elsa's special situation. For example, he is good at chemistry. After discovering Elsa's mosquito-repellent incense eyes, he only forced her to memorize some common sense, but he forced her to memorize some common sense about electronics. study.

"Three seconds," Sherlock tossed her a gun, "and go over there to assemble."

Pointing to the pile of parts in the other direction.

Poor Elsa has been thoroughly trained. She spent two seconds in a daze "scanning" the gun instinctively, disassembled it in a second, and then walked to the pile of parts with shaky steps, using subtle abilities to "sweep" the gun. The operation assembled an identical gun.

Then, with the assembled gun, reload, aim and shoot, hitting the tenth ring.

Sherlock was barely satisfied: "Let's do this first."

He nodded: "Your ability is different from what you used a month ago."

Elsa's voice was almost drifting: "Okay."

The feeling of overuse of abilities is actually very bad, and it is not the same as the emptiness of exhaustion. It is difficult for Elsa to describe the feeling of fragility. Fortunately, Sherlock can now grasp the general idea.

Elsa actually worked really hard.She misses Bucky who doesn't know how the situation is now, and always feels that if she doesn't work hard, the other party will suffer a little more.

She is not willing.

Sherlock's targeted training is still very useful.He is not a mutant, and he doesn't know how to use the abilities of a mutant, but his eyes are very poisonous, and he can see what Elsa can do.He assigns tasks to Elsa, and Elsa must do it, and then do better and better.

Probably because of Elsa's existence, Sherlock Holmes no longer felt bored during this time. Not only did Lestrade have the illusion that something was missing, but even Watson was less tossed by Sherlock.In the evening, he brought desserts to Elsa's place to replenish her strength with the delicious little cakes that Elsa was lying on the ground.

Poor Elsa was beaten down by the merciless Sherlock.

Mr. Sherlock has always believed in practice.Anyway, it took Elsa two months to finally learn to fight back when being beaten—for example, now—even though she was lying on the ground, she gave Sherlock a panda eye~

a ha ha ha.

Elsa grinned and was helped up by Watson. She turned around and saw Sherlock holding a bottle of iced water to apply to her eyes.The other party showed a gloomy smile: "Good job Elsa, let's continue tomorrow."

"I was wrong..." Is it too late to apologize now?Students and instructors will suffer when they fight against each other!

Of course it was too late.

Elsa: Mistake, it's too late.

***

Although Watson invited Elsa to live in 221B again, Elsa chose to refuse.

She changed into a set of clothes, and walked slowly back to the basement with her space box.

The place where Sherlock took her to train was a very secret underground training ground, with everything that one could expect, but Elsa always felt that she could feel the shadow of McCoff in this ground, after all, there were surveillance cameras, and from time to time Twisted, skipped her entirely and went straight to Sherlock.

Apparently, Sherlock also knew about these cameras. Elsa asked whether to deal with them first, but Sherlock just glanced at the surveillance location and said lightly, let him go.

Thinking of Vivian's words, this is probably the unique love between Holmes brothers.

Elsa went back to the basement where she rented, took a shower first, then rolled a few times on the bed, and took out the mobile phone that Sherlock had given her.

Mr. Sherlock disliked that there was no way to contact Elsa at any time, so he got her a small mobile phone.The appearance is white, small and practical; Mr. Watson also provided Elsa with a small method: "At that time, my psychologist said that blogging is a way to speed up adapting to society. You can also try it. interesting."

Elsa opened a blog, and wrote whatever came to her mind every day. At the beginning, there were only three or two sporadic clicks. Elsa didn’t care too much. Recently, she gained a small fan. Math problems, and then cheerfully leave a message in her incoherent elementary school students' texts, and she can also extract her point of view.

Elsa's blog name is simple and rude, only A·S is written, and the personality signature of her self-introduction uses a network phrase she has recently learned to apply: "Hydra eats shit."

After returning to her temporary territory to relax, Elsa lay on the pillow, excitedly opened the blog, and the reminder of the private message was really bright.

M: Hi~ Why haven't you written anything today?

S: I just came back.

M: Did anything interesting happen today?

S: The princess punched the dragon and was locked up by the dragon again.

M: Wow, that's really unfortunate.Did the evil dragon cause any problems for Her Royal Highness today?

S: That's not true, you seem to like deciphering?

M: Yes, yes, yes~ What a fun thing to decipher~ The sense of accomplishment at the moment of solving the mystery will be addictive.

S: I don't know, I don't know anything.

M: Don't be so frustrated, come on, let me tell you something you want to know.

Elsa chatted excitedly for almost an hour, and finally fell asleep holding the phone accidentally.

The screen flickered twice, then went dark because of the lack of power, and Elsa didn't see the last conversation on the screen.

M: Her Royal Highness has been bullied so much, have you never thought about getting rid of the dragon?

S: What, the dragon is also a good friend.

M: Even for Her Royal Highness the Prince?