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Speaking of these people Elsa knew, besides Bucky, Watson was the most reliable.

It's not about ability or how, well, it's about character and image.

No matter how you pick and choose among this group of people, you can only come up with one Watson as reliable.Even if in fact everyone is reliable, but Elsa is a person who looks at the surface.

Just so superficial.

Elsa trusts Sherlock, but she will never contact Sherlock directly, including those things that bother her.After all, Sherlock did not hold back Elsa in the end and agreed to her return to the United States, but if he was reluctant, he would definitely play a small temper arrogantly.

Elsa is also full of fear of Sherlock's devil training, and doesn't want to be ridiculed as a fool again, although she is really not smart enough.

Therefore, Mr. Watson is the only one Elsa can confide in.

Probably Watson was busy and didn't reply to her message right away, so Elsa started packing up the apartment that she needed to live in in the future.

This apartment is not very big, but the design is good, it is more than enough for one person

Basic furniture and home appliances are available, and the manager has just opened the switch for her, and now the TV and refrigerator have started working again.Elsa put her precious space box on the bed and started digging around.

It can be said that Vivienne took everything Elsa had in the cave with her.Even if you lose a lot when packing up in London, the leftovers can fill an entire room.

Elsa loves the feeling of being full.

The bed in the room has only mattresses, but Elsa has brought her own pillow and quilt.

She happily put on the light blue sheets, put on her new pillow, and then patted the one Bucky bought for him fluffy, and put it on the other half of the bed.

She still has pots and pans, and those books and odds and ends.

Elsa was as hardworking as a bee at this time, and then she washed and hung up all the dirty clothes that had been saved for a few days.

The space box from the British magic world comes with a fresh-keeping function, and the vegetables Elsa grows by herself still maintain a certain degree of freshness-I didn’t take them out during that time in England, and Elsa was tired from training If it doesn't work, I don't even have the heart to cook by myself.

So the little girl who can finally cook by herself again is very satisfied.Even if the food outside is delicious and even better than her own ordinary craftsmanship, Elsa who is really used to her own taste still misses it very much.

There are still some materials that Elsa bought before in the space box, which is enough and can be stuffed into the refrigerator.

Elsa had just finished her delayed lunch and was chewing on a piece of bubble gum when Watson's video invitation came.

The screen was switched on, and the first thing that appeared was Sherlock's unhappy face.

Elsa was shocked, and the bubbles that had just been blown out immediately burst and touched her mouth.She didn't even have time to think, she just wiped it indiscriminately, then sat down properly, holding her mobile phone as if she was holding a bomb.

...I always feel that if Sherlock finds out what I have done recently, he will be trained by the devil.

Sherlock, who was facing the camera, was wearing pajamas, looking relaxed.It's just that after meeting Elsa, the little curly hair exuded a sense of threat. Looking at the stiff Elsa, Sherlock smirked at her, stood up and walked straight away, revealing Hua's face behind him who shook his head helplessly. born.

Elsa let out a long sigh of relief.

Jet lag, it's already evening in London.

"How does it feel to go back to America?" Watson asked her with a smile, "Is it the same as before?"

Grey-haired girl feeling high emotionally being cared for.She smiled and said a lot of her thoughts, like a real, carefree 16-year-old girl who hasn't lost everything.

On the other side of the screen, Watson looked at the girl in high spirits earnestly, with a smile on his lips.He likes to see the child's happy appearance.

The conversation went on for a while, and even Mrs. Hudson came up from downstairs to say hello.But the little old lady was very busy, so she just said hello and went to do her own thing.

After the chat, John Watson, who couldn't escape worrying, began to struggle with the so-called guardian issue: "I haven't mentioned it before, but I have ignored it all the time. If you are in the UK, I can still be your guardian, but this time you America..."

He called out to Sherlock: "Sherlock! There are omissions in doing things, isn't this your style?"

The big devil answered them from a distance, very disdainful: "Isn't she in a hurry to leave, ha ha."

This sentence ha ha...

Elsa, who was at the bottom of the food chain, shivered.

Then the little gray-haired girl explained some experiences that she thought were okay. As for Deadpool or Batman, Elsa didn't mention a word.She knew that Watson would be worried if she said it, and Sherlock might be interested in helping out with some ideas, but Elsa didn't want to bother others.

She doesn't want to.

Elsa's mood fell instantly.

Mr. Watson was very considerate to the little girl. He actually knew what Elsa was hiding, but in the end he just told her to be safe, and followed her mind to hang up the video.

Regarding the issue of custody in the United States, Watson, who is just a veteran military doctor, has no good ideas, and Sherlock, who can solve the problem, doesn't want to bother with Elsa. Questions aside.

Isn't there still one month left!

It's still early to hang up the video, but it's past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Elsa could finally collapse on the bed regardless of her image.She twisted for a while, lay on the bed and turned on the phone again, looking at the name on the blog that was no longer lit up with some confusion, feeling a little worried in her heart.

Elsa's only online friend is M, but since she came back to the United States, M has never appeared again.

She doesn't have any friends, and she can't find anyone to talk to. There are some things she wants to share or complain about, but she can't find anyone.She used to talk to M, but why did M disappear?

While she was thinking about things, the icon of M suddenly lit up.

Elsa's eyes widened subconsciously, and she suddenly wondered whether her mutant ability had produced new changes.

Of course not.

M sent Elsa a subtle message over the Internet.

M: Little princess, you are beyond my expectation?

S: What do you mean?Are you up for another challenge?

M: No, I just found that there is something beyond my control, unexpected things always make people not so happy.

Elsa frowned in confusion. She couldn't understand what M was talking about, but it felt like something bad was about to happen.

S: What's wrong with you?

M: Is Gotham not fun, little princess?Where are you going this time?Still optimistic about New York?

S:?

S: How do you know?I didn't say anything about Gotham?Didn't I mention the blog?

M: This is a little secret~

Before Elsa could reply, M suddenly chose to send a voice.

Although it is said to be a place for text communication, there is now a voice function, and voice can be used during private chats.

Elsa clicked on the voice, the sound of the phone was not loud, but the aria-like male voice was very clear.

"I'm starting to look forward to our meeting, my little princess."

Elsa was taken aback.

Her brain capacity is not that big, and she is not even sure whether this voice is what she has heard before, and after the voice is played, M disappears again.

The only point of intersection between her and M is this blog number.Elsa didn't know what was going on, but she suddenly remembered what Deadpool said.

"Your friends are worse than mine."

She was sitting by the bed, holding the mobile phone in her hand, lost in thought, and muttered to herself: "... friend..."

After less than 10 minutes of contemplation, Elsa froze suddenly.

She began to think about whether to go out and get familiar with the neighborhood, at least to know where to go to replenish the things she needed.Speaking of which, although there are most of the supplies in her space box, there are some daily necessities that need to be replenished...for example, tampons.

Inaccurate menstrual period is really a very troublesome thing.

She rubbed her painful belly with a bitter face, looked at the bright and dazzling red on the light blue bed sheet with embarrassment, and had to admit that this matter could not be delayed any longer.

The keys to the new apartment were hanging by the door, and Elsa's small purse was on the dining table.

She took the keys and wallet and ran straight out, rushing downstairs in a hurry.

The sky was still bright, and there was no one in the building or at the entrance.Elsa didn't pay attention to people either. She looked left and right, trying to figure out which direction to go.

And she decided on the direction, and after walking a few steps, Elsa was stopped by a male voice.

Elsa turned her head, and a man wearing a helmet and straddling a scooter called out to her.The man supported the motorcycle with one foot on the ground, and got out of the car after seeing Elsa turn around.

"That... girl..." The man whose face was hidden by the motorcycle helmet parked his motorcycle and coughed twice in embarrassment.

He walked up to Elsa, without taking off his helmet, but first took off his tan leather jacket and handed it to the little gray-haired girl who looked up and blinked inexplicably: "You, cough cough, your pants... that ..."

The dazed little girl didn't react for a moment, and it wasn't until another wave of falling pain hit that Elsa immediately understood what happened.

She blushed instantly.