God made me miserable

The night in Washington at the end of July was not cool, but for Zoe, who had just been picked up from the water, the night wind at this time was enough to make her wrap her blanket tightly.

"...Tony? Spencer? Mister Rogers?" The sudden change of time made her unable to connect the previous memories for a while.She went to the museum with Batman and Sherlock to find clues, and was led by the big detective to jump into the river?Oh no no no, it's the end of July, she and the little doctor exposed Hannibal Lecter's cannibalism to the BAU, and then Reid was kidnapped by Hannibal...

"Zoe, are you okay?" As the person who dragged the little girl into the water, Steve stood under the ambulance, facing the unkind eyes of the FBI agent, and asked with concern, "Is there anything else uncomfortable?" Although he pulled her up immediately after pushing her into the water, Zoe's fear of water flow was different from ordinary people, "Zoe, Zoe?" Steve was even more worried by the lackluster eyes of the little girl.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Stark." The prisoner blatantly hijacked FBI agents on the street next to the police station, threatened the FBI Special Advisor, and was caught by Captain America and Iron Man.Although Hotchner and the others didn't understand why Zoe fell into the water with Captain America again, and his little doctor stared at the two superheroes warily, this matter fell within their administrative scope. Must ask.

"We are the BAU team, and we are responsible for Hannibal Lecter's case. Excuse me..." Hotchner and Rossi, as representatives of the BAU, stepped forward to negotiate with the two superheroes - they can't come, Hannibal Lecter has been diagnosed by doctors at the moment as four broken ribs, broken arms, and open fractures in his left leg.

In other words, even if such an injury is carefully nursed back to health, it is impossible not to leave sequelae.

Captain America was so close, he beat their prisoner to death.

"Agent Hotchner." At this time, someone came from the other side, "Green, Department of Homeland Security." The visitor gestured at the ID in his hand. "We've been tracking down Hannibal Lecter." Detective Green nodded towards the two FBI agents. "Why don't we go back to the police station?"

"Zoe, are you okay?" Zooey kept silent, and even though Reed was pushed aside by Iron Man, he still insisted on not leaving, "You look very bad." To be sure, the girl's expression at the moment is very Difference.

"Ah? Ah... I'm fine." The blanket on her body ensured the temperature. Zoe sat on the bench of the ambulance with her wet hair on her head. She glanced at the little doctor in front of her in confusion, and then turned her head He looked at Iron Man sitting beside him, and finally looked at Captain America standing outside the ambulance. "I'm fine..." She was just organizing her memory.

"Zoe, all tasks are over." The system is really happy for its author. "You don't have to travel through time nodes anymore." In other words, the 20-year memory of Zoe Oswald that belonged to her own author finally belongs to Zoe herself again.

"I remember you said that I failed to persuade Loki to give up ruling the world." A large number of memory fragments flashed in her mind, and Zoe hugged her head, feeling as if she was watching a movie starring herself.

That feeling is both familiar and strange.

"The world is full of various crises and choices. It can be said that every decision made by everyone in the world changes and shapes the world to some extent." The voice of the system sounds very reassuring, "Zuo Yi, you have solved the crisis beyond what this world can bear. As for the future, it is not up to you and me to decide."

Zooey felt someone calling her in her ear.But she was still in the chaos caused by a lot of memories pouring into her head, and she didn't have the energy to deal with other people.

"Zoe?" Iron Man sitting next to the girl received no response, and patted her on the face worriedly, "No, go to the Avengers Building." He even planned to put on his battle suit and take her back directly.

"Stark..." Steve hurriedly stopped, "Don't let her catch a cold, Zoe just got out of the water..."

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Stark." At this time, another person stepped forward, "Please don't worry, Miss Oswald is fine." The visitor was dressed in a black suit, and his behavior could tell he was a professional bodyguard.

"Who are you?" Steve and his colleagues looked at each other, looking at the person who appeared suddenly.

"Mr. Holmes sent me."

It wasn't until she lay down in the bathtub that Zooey came back to her senses.

"Miss, why don't you take off your clothes first?" The girl that the BOSS told her to take care of got into the bathtub with her hair wet and her clothes on. She is paid!

Zooey rubbed her eyes and found that she had never seen the woman standing by the bathtub. "Who are you..." The just-right water temperature made her feel extremely comfortable.

"The boss asked me to come." The well-dressed lady secretary smiled and spoke softly, "Mr. Holmes is right outside. Miss, please take a shower first. I have prepared the clothes." She pointed to put them in the bathroom On the other side of the cabinet, the clothes have been sorted.

"Sherlock?" The surname Holmes can only remind Zoe of Mr. Detective who jumped into the river (fog) with her. "He's outside?"

"Yes." The secretary nodded, "But Mr. Holmes asked you to take a shower and change clothes first, and he will wait in the room. Don't worry." The secretary with high professionalism said that she didn't want to know what the girl in front of her was. What kind of identity is it.

How could Sherlock Holmes, who had the word "arrogance" written on his horse's face, take such good care of him, and even borrowed her here!

"I see, you go out first." Climbing out of the bathtub, Zooey motioned for the beautiful young lady to go out, "I can do it myself." She doesn't like being surrounded by people watching her bath.

"Okay, call me anytime you need something, and I'll stand outside the door." Miss Secretary nodded, then opened the door and walked out.

"Zoe, are you feeling okay?" The system didn't make a sound until the author changed the water, took off his clothes and lay down completely in the bathtub. "Receiving 20 years of memories at once may have an impact on the brain. If you feel uncomfortable, go to sleep first."

"It's not that serious." Zooey, who had sorted out her memories, shook her head, "I just feel a little... a little weird." The memories poured into her head made her feel strange.There is a sense of difficulty associating memories with feelings—

As if those memories were someone else's story.

"After a period of digestion and sorting, you will be fine." The system comforts, "It's just that you are not quite used to the memory being returned to you suddenly now. It will be fine after a while."

"I hope." Nodding, Zooey turned on the faucet to wash her hair, "I have to ask Sherlock what's going on."

"The Avengers has been famous for a long time, but now it seems that it really doesn't deserve the name." My child was caught and thrown into the river by the fool Captain America, and after coming out, he couldn't recover for a long time.Sherlock didn't intend to reason at all, so he put the pot on Steve's head.

"I'm fine." After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zoe sat on the sofa opposite the big detective with her still wet hair and looked at him.

In her mind, she has two kinds of memories intertwined——

The big detective took her into the water, and then she woke up at this world node.

But there is also a memory that shows that she accidentally fell into the river, and Sherlock fished her out of the river.Not only that, but during Gotham, she also served as the assistant of the big detective in the investigation, and together with the other party, she caught many bad guys.

"What? You don't recognize me?" Sherlock, who knew what Zoe was facing at the moment, raised his eyebrows, and planned to strike first before his own children could sort out their memories. "Still out of fright?" He deliberately raised his eyebrows in disgust.

"I was wondering why you wouldn't get sick by jumping into the river in winter." In another memory, she had a high fever for several days after she came up from the icy cold river in Gotham, and was despised by the big detective for her poor health. .

"Maybe it's because we have different IQs." Sherlock lived up to his reputation for being a poisonous tongue.

"Sherlock, what the hell is going on?" She searched through another memory, but Zoe didn't find any experience that could explain her own close relationship with the big detective. "What are you..."

"You don't know these things." This matter must be said before Zoe sorted out her memory, so as to minimize the damage.Sherlock leaned on the sofa, crossed his hands on his chin, and looked at the little girl opposite, "The Oswalds have a rare genetic disease, and they cannot have their own children. You were adopted by them."

The big detective looked serious.Zooey blinked, not knowing why the topic came up here. "I was adopted...what does it have to do with what you want to say?" There were two loving smiling faces in the memory, but Zooey couldn't recall that feeling for the time being.

"I'm your uncle." Sherlock knew his timing was right. "Zoe, I am your biological father's younger brother. I am your uncle."

The hotel room was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

"What did you say?!" Zooey felt that she couldn't keep up with the detective.

"Mycroft Holmes is your biological father, and he is the one who knows you are in danger." Sherlock had already begun to imagine in his heart the beautiful picture of his brother being rejected by his daughter. "I led people to carry out the trapping of Hannibal Lecter this time." Otherwise, how could the ogre mess up and send it to the door?

He couldn't interfere too much with his niece's actions, and had to rely on limited clues to find out exactly who was Zoe's target, and he had to protect the little girl's safety without Zoe realizing that he was helping her.

He is also very tired, okay?

"Mr. Holmes." At this time, the secretary who had escaped knocked on the door, "Mr. Stark is visiting."

"Wait a while!" Zooey didn't have the heart to think about anything else now, "Are you my uncle?!"

"Yes." Sherlock looked at the big eyes of the little girl opposite, and nodded innocently, "But if you don't like a father like Mycroft, I agree with it." How could such a good boy who knew how to adore him be Mycroft's daughter!

It's very likely that his parents picked up the wrong child in the hospital!Maybe Mycroft wasn't his own!

#System: Hey hey hey, big detective, you're so inferior! #

"System, what's going on?" Zooey didn't think Sherlock would tease her with such things, but...

"Zoe, just take this as your cheat."

The system, who clearly knew the author's life experience, comforted softly, "After all, you will face a group of blackened male gods soon, if there is no cheat..." The system recalled the death that its author had done.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on :)"

The author has something to say: it's uncle!uncle!How could you guys forget about such a big killer like Brother Mai!Come to think of it, I've already mentioned it many times before!For example, Zoe's information was sealed up by powerful people. For example, Zoe made such a big death in London, but it has been calm and nothing happened!For another example, after Juanjuan reappeared, he always thought that Zoe was "my child"!child!Of course it is the next generation!

Starting from the next chapter, the miserable lives of the male gods will begin:) Let us wave small handkerchiefs for them and wipe away their tears.