[Zhongyingmei] A cookie that moves around

That was where Charles had made an appointment with her, and someone would be waiting there for her.

It's not that Eva doesn't trust the professor.

But there is nothing wrong with being careful, and she should indeed understand what she is going to face before acting...

Eva looked at the words on it and touched it subconsciously.

Diagon Alley?

A magnificent and amazing picture vaguely flashed in Eva's mind, and she couldn't remember any more.

But just seeing a few simple lines of description on the forum, Eva felt from the bottom of her heart, that is really amazing!

Eva immediately happily ignored the three message prompts, washed up and fell asleep.

She should wait silently for the meeting in a few days.

As for Sherlock Holmes who was dissatisfied with her staying behind... Eva was only staying here for a few days, and after the meeting, Eva planned to move out no matter what she could do.

And if a solution cannot be found here, Eva wants to go back to accompany Martha as soon as possible.

The next day, the newborn sun had just risen above the horizon, and Eva curled up in a small ball under the quilt, struggling to get out of the quilt for a long time.The icy cold awakened Eva from her drowsiness, and changed her clothes in slippers.

Less than half an hour later, Eva was fully dressed and went out.

Mrs. Hudson dropped by, and Eva followed her to where she was going, and then took a taxi to look around.

Anyway, I came to the UK for a trip, so I can't stay indoors all the time. Eva still wants to visit all the sights in London.

The simplicity and elegance of London spread from every street, making every newcomer intoxicated by the noble queen of London.The sun scattered in the thin mist, with a cool breath, deeply penetrated into everyone's heart.

In the afternoon, Eva stopped in a square.

White pigeons danced around the feet, and many running children swayed bird food while playing, attracting many birds to glide around.Beside the playful children, smiling parents are watching over them.

The warm appearance of the square made Eva feel happy, and sat down on the bench.

On the other side of the bench, sat a young boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was wearing a slightly worn overcoat, which tightly covered all traces. The small round glasses he wore made him look a little ridiculous, but those green and clear eyes were very beautiful.

Eva just glanced at it, and felt that it was like a flawless emerald, with a soft and warm light.

The warm sunshine on her body eased Eva's expression, and she heard someone reciting poetry not far away.

"Two roads diverged in yellow wood

(There are two roads in the yellow forest)

AndsorryIcouldnottr@elboth

(It's a pity I can't walk all the way)

……

Tworoads divergedinawood, andI

(Two roads diverged in the yellow forest, and I)

It looks the one less str□□eledby.”

(I chose the less crowded one)

That is Frost's "The Road Not Taken", which is very full of charm, with an inexplicable feeling of washing the soul.

The distant and long voice of the reciter slowly echoed in Eva's ears, making her listen involuntarily.

"That's wrong."

A deep voice sounded from the side, and Eva noticed that it was the boy next to her. His hands on his knees were clasped together very hard, and he looked very disturbed.

"That's unknown, and it's actually not bad." Eva softly refuted the boy's words.

The green-eyed boy glanced at her, "Isn't it a good thing to know the outcome?" There was no doubt in his voice, he was simply stating the matter.

"Never."

Eva didn't think so. She looked down at her hands, which looked so white and delicate in the sun, "Knowing more means taking on more." Just like the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Eva thought of her brother, the Avengers in New York, the X Academy standing quietly, and the Batman walking alone in the dark Gotham, "If a person knows that a huge disaster will happen around you in three days, What should he do?"

Eva's question stunned the green-eyed boy, "Tell every teacher I can find, let them inform more people, and guide the students to quickly practice the relevant knowledge."

Eva was also a little surprised, for the green-eyed boy's subconscious answer, as if she had been tempered a lot.

"Of course, but isn't that hard?" Eva took out the snack box Mrs. Hudson handed her this morning from her backpack, and the sweet smell followed.

She picked up one and handed it to Green Eyes, "If that person doesn't know, although the final outcome is very bad, no one knows about it in advance, and no one will blame that person for the irreparable disaster."

There was no bias in Eva's plain words, she just said this sentence, and then asked.

"Which do you want to choose?"

The green eyes are holding the biscuit in a daze.

Blocking the sunlight with the back of her hand, Eva took out her phone, smiled and looked into the green eyes, "Shall we take a picture?"

The green-eyed boy frantically looked at the girl who approached him, watched her leaning beside him, and took a photo with his mobile phone.

The boy's funny little glasses and clear green eyes were frozen, and the petite girl beside him was smiling brightly.

There wasn't much conversation between the two of them, they chatted one after another.

But the deeper the conversation, the more Eva felt that the green eyes always had some kind of pessimism, so she gave him all the dessert boxes, "Since you're not happy, let's eat more desserts."

If you eat more sweet things, you may feel much better.

Facing the green-eyed surprise, Eva shook her phone, "Give me your E-mail, and I'll send you an email."

Eva wanted to send him the photo just now.

The boy shook his head, "I don't have a cell phone."

Eva kept the surprise in her heart and didn't show it on the surface, so she naturally leaned back on the back of the chair, "Okay, then I can only enjoy it by myself."

Green Eyes smiled briefly, and that was the first he ever smiled.

Very light, but very comfortable.

When Eva came back from buying ice cream, the green eyes were gone, but a very beautiful feather was left on her seat.

Fiery red, vibrant, graceful...

Eva put it away cherished, even though no one told her, she knew it was a gift from Green Eyes.

That boy is a good guy.

Good people always have a harder life.

Eva was back in Baker Street around four or five o'clock in the afternoon, just in time to come in with Mrs. Hudson.

After helping Mrs. Hudson with dinner, Eva looked at the quiet room above, "Aren't the two of them here?"

"They're often away, maybe they're out to handle cases." Mrs. Hudson greeted Eva to sit down. "Even if it's okay, John has to go to work. This is the most troublesome time."

She shook her head with a smile, as if talking about a naughty child, "Sherlock is not a person who can sit idle."

Eva agrees with this very much, and hopes that she will never meet him again in London these days.

It's not a problem for him to see the ins and outs, and it doesn't matter if he sees through the secret, but Sherlock's way of speaking...

Well, sure enough, only doctors can stand it.

After having dinner together, Eva rushed to wash the dishes, and then went back to the house, only then did she realize that she hadn't replied to Dead's message.

After hesitating for a while, Eva turned on the laptop as if she was dying.

After logging into the forum, Eva was very desperate to find that the number of messages popping up in the upper right corner had increased to twenty.

She doesn't want to open it at all!

Move the mouse to the information bar, and after two clicks, the new message pops up automatically, and Eva's entire desktop is immediately blocked by these garbled words.

"Black, have you read what I sent you last time? Speaking of which, the person I killed on the road yesterday happened to be the one who was offered a bounty. It's amazing. I don't like this thing. Why would someone like to eat cookies? It's too sweet By the way, Black, do you like gems or not? I think it’s good. By the way, have you finished translating the thing I asked you to translate last time? If it weren’t for this broken forum that couldn’t take out the task, I would have finished it a long time ago..."

The remaining nineteen items were even more stinky and long. Eva glanced at them and hurriedly scrolled down.

This is the bad point of this forum, the message must be scrolled to the bottom to close this frame.

But Dead talked too much, 80.00% of which were nonsense. Finding the point with difficulty and twists and turns in this long speech has always been something that made Eva despair.

It was so easy to skip it, and it took more than ten minutes. Eva covered her face and compressed the organized file and sent it to the forum. The system automatically sent it to the mailbox designated by the tasker.

Just as she was about to log off, there was another ding-dong sound on the computer. Looking at the bright red 1 in the upper right corner, Eva silently opened it.

"Hahahahaha, this speed is too fast, it's really good Black, I will still find you next time, I really like Little Spider, but he looks really too small, I don't know how it feels to fight A broken neck is really not a good thing, do you like cookies, or I will give you all of them, it's so hard to eat, I'll call you..."

Eva: ...

That's why, Dead is her regular customer, but Eva doesn't want to talk to him at all.

Her biggest expectation is that Dead at least punctuates, really!