[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

At Heathrow Airport, Rosa looked at her watch. There was still half an hour left before she could board the plane. By this time, Mr. Detective should have returned from Russia.

The airport is an emotional transfer station. Relatives, lovers and friends are saying goodbye. They hug and kiss each other, tears wet their eyes, and of course some people wave their hands and turn away.

Time passed by, and the familiar black windbreaker did not appear in Rosa's sight. She blinked calmly and let out a breath. The radio was already broadcasting the last boarding reminder. She took the boarding Cards turned and left.

14 Downing Street.

"Sir, Miss Rosa has left." Anthea respectfully stood on the side of the desk and reported the information just sent by the agents.

"Understood." Mycroft put down the elegant platinum pen in his hand, the sunlight shining in from the square hollowed out on the ceiling illuminated his expression mysteriously, and his eyes turned to the tea table in front, with a delicate edge on it A pastry box inlaid with gold, the box is divided into two pieces with colorful macarons and rose pies.

Rosa walked into the seat, and immediately saw a handsome blond guy with a logo sitting next to him. The simple white short T was also very fashionable because of his strong muscles. He was really a sweetheart with big breasts.

The two briefly met their eyes and nodded to each other. Rosa sat in her seat and took out a book from her backpack to pass the time. It takes seven hours to fly from London to New York, so there is nothing to do But it's just too boring.

The girl next to her has been very quiet, except for the rustling sound of flipping through books. Although Steve has just finished his mission, he still feels refreshed. He flips through the magazines sent by the stewardess boredly, and one of them is about Captain America's report, the words of praise throughout made him a little shy.

When the stewardess came over, he asked for a glass of ice water, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and the girl's refreshing citrus scent was faintly faint, and he was instantly stiff, his muscles tensed, and the girl slept soundly, with a fluffy head Lying on his broad shoulders, he was in a dilemma and didn't dare to move. Turning his head to one side, he could see her eyelashes curled up like a row of small fans, and the upright man's ears were slightly steaming.

A few hours later, Rosa opened her hazy eyes and found herself lying on the shoulder of a strange man next to her. She stood up straight in shock. The two of them looked at each other, and their breath froze for a few seconds. She said hello: "Hi, I... sorry."

"It's okay." Steve smiled understandingly, and he held out his hand: "Steve."

"Rosa." She took it up and shook it gently.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, this is also a rare fate, isn't it?

Steve is an old-fashioned person, and his words are full of the feeling of the passing of time, which is really inconsistent with his young and fresh appearance, but Rosa is not a person who asks questions, and both of them consciously avoid private topics Instead, he chose to communicate on some social topics or historical issues. Steve knew very well about World War II, even as if he had experienced it personally. Rosa thought he must have done very thorough research, such an academic approach It really doesn't match his blond sweetheart look.

The chat between the two was very pleasant, and they exchanged contact information before getting off the plane.

Rosa has always known that New York is a city full of surprises, but she did not expect this surprise to come so quickly and so big.

After picking up her luggage, Liyi looked up and saw the hot news in the United States playing on the super-large monitor at the airport. She unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip of water.

"The stock of Stark Industries has reached a new high, and the value of Iron Man has doubled!"

"The Joker has escaped from Arkham Asylum, and the Gotham sky will be dark again!"

"Professor X goes to the White House to meet with the president, what will happen to the relationship between humans and mutants?"

With a puff, all the water sprayed out. Rosa was choked and coughed desperately, her mind was in a mess.

Why did she travel through the dimension again! ! !And when Marvel and DC merged, why can the superheroes of the Justice League and the superheroes of the Marvel world appear in the same world, which is against the rules!

She quickly took out her mobile phone and Googled Sherlock, and was relieved to see that Sherlock's blog still existed. It turned out that she had not crossed a dimension but broke a dimension wall. This world is really becoming more and more dangerous. In the future, she will live in New York where superheroes are flying all over the sky. Most of the superheroes' fame is achieved by villains. The probability of terrorist attacks in New York where superheroes gather is much higher than other cities.

She realized that she really wanted to die. How could Sherlock be a villain who would destroy the world if he disagreed with him? Wouldn't it be good to stay in London peacefully?

But what can I do?There is no turning back, she has already left without saying goodbye, and she can't do such a shameful thing as asking her to go back to Sherlock. She should just spend this year in New York honestly.

Rosa reluctantly accepted this fact, then dragged a few large boxes and hailed a taxi to her pre-booked apartment in Queens.

The landlady is very friendly. Seeing her living alone, she not only taught some safety skills, but also thoughtfully prepared dinner for her.

Rosa actually has a slight obsession with cleanliness. The [-]-square-meter bachelor apartment made her clean completely new, and she didn't feel tired because she borrowed superpowers.Although the apartment is small in size, all internal organs are well-equipped, and there is no shortage of electrical appliances and kitchen utensils.But some personal items still need to be purchased, and she needs to go to the supermarket tomorrow.

Lying on the clean and tidy quilt, Rosa thought she would not be able to fall asleep, but soon fell asleep. In the dream, there was still a pirate ship that was cruising the vast sea unscrupulously.

tomorrow is a new day.

London, Cambridgeshire.

Sherlock has been sitting silently on his exclusive sofa. There is a glass vase with fresh lilies on the low table in the living room. The curtains are closed, and the room is dark. His figure is a bit lonely and lonely. Like a star in the eternal night.

She left.

Those memories that he sealed in the corner of the memory palace appeared in front of him uncontrollably, the bright sunshine, cheerful laughter, light footsteps, flying skirts, and the coquettish "Mr.", emotions are eroding With his firm will, swaying his excellent judgment.

It shouldn't be like this!

Sherlock Holmes is the world's number one great detective, but an insignificant person left!

His eyes flickered, and finally dimmed, like dim stars, waiting to erupt again.

A few days later, Sherlock moved out of Cambridgeshire and lived in 221B Baker Street, and a month later a retired military doctor named John Watson moved in.

The name Rosa became a secret word, and no one dared to mention it again. She came like a fragrant wind with a wonderful dream and left soon.

"Mrs. Hudson, please help us prepare some food." Watson greeted loudly as soon as he entered the door, with unconcealed excitement.

He and Sherlock had just solved a bank robbery and had to admit that his cohabitant had a brilliant mind and was even more charming when he reasoned deductively, although most of the time he was a choking bastard!

"Doctor Watson, I'm not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. She said angrily, but she still took out the tray and began to prepare the food.

In the living room on the second floor, Watson is sorting out the case, which is very helpful to his writing. He does not have a photographic memory like Sherlock. Even if he has experienced it personally, some details will inevitably be forgotten with the passage of time. , but readers love details.

His blog is more popular than Sherlock's. Sherlock's blog is full of incomprehensible papers, except for two articles signed by RR. RR's article has a unique style. It narrates the case in a poetic language. The ups and downs of the plot touch people's hearts.

The same click-through rate is unmatched!

His goal is to write a blog that surpasses RR hits in his lifetime.

He remembered that he once asked who RR was, and Sherlock replied that it was an irrelevant person, but he felt that the matter was not that simple, so he secretly asked Inspector Lestrade who had known Sherlock the longest, Molly Forensic He and Mrs. Hudson turned out to be a secretive two who asked one question and three did not know, which aroused his strong desire for knowledge, but who could know the secret that Sherlock didn't want to tell?

Mrs. Hudson stepped up the stairs, and saw Sherlock leaning against the window playing the violin: "Oh, it's this piece again."

Watson's sense of music is not very good, but he clearly knows that this piece is Schubert's "Rosamond", and Sherlock always pulls it up unconsciously.

Sherlock's piano sound stopped abruptly. He looked indifferent and had a sense of distance: "Mrs. Hudson, thank you for the food. I think Mr. Welch from the bakery next door would be interested in having a cup of coffee."

"Have a nice meal!" Mrs. Hudson hurried downstairs.

"Didn't you say Mr. Welch already had a family in Ireland?" Watson looked at him strangely.

Sherlock said indifferently: "Her ex-husband is a drug lord, Mrs. Hudson won't mind."

Watson nodded ignorantly: "Then let's eat, Mrs. Hudson has prepared food."

The noodles were overcooked, the soup was too salty, and Sherlock ate the pasta on the plate expressionlessly. The function of the food was only to fill his stomach, so it didn't matter whether it was delicious or not.

However, Watson was very happy with the food. This is not bad food for a bachelor. You must know that his cooking skill is only to cook the food well.