[Comprehensive English and American] On a doctor's self-cultivation

Let other people solve it, so that I have time to look at my assistant, raised my eyebrows slightly, and drew a questioning expression.

Half of the assistant's face was hidden under a medical mask, and even his eyes were covered by a pair of glasses, which reflected light slightly, making it impossible to see his line of sight clearly.

"Doctor Hope, your eyes—" His tone paused, showing a little surprise, "—is a bit strange."

"It's glowing, Doctor. What's causing it, Doctor Hope?"

Phil Coulson thinks he's heard the coldest joke of the century - even colder than Nick Fury's joke about fishing Captain America Steve Rogers out.

So he managed to keep the overly eager smile on his face, and asked that Mr. Holmes of London City:

"Are you sure, that Miss Alcia Hope—" the senior agent paused, his eyebrows raised slightly, expressing a rather shocked and questioning expression, "—your subordinate, whereabouts are unknown, Mr. Holmes ?”

"I'm pretty sure, Agent Coulson." Mycroft Holmes's expression remained on top of a hypocritical and indifferent smirk, unchanged from before.

He moved his fingers, turning the movement of stroking the umbrella handle into a rhythmic tap, as if he thought about it for a while, and then spoke amidst Phil Coulson's unbelievable expression:

"Although Alcia Hope is my subordinate, as a citizen and a privileged person, I cannot supervise her all the time like any criminal prisoner."

Mycroft's expression was very frank, so frank that even Phil Coulson couldn't help but doubt whether the news he had heard before about the young brother who was constantly supervised by the British government was really accurate.

However, before he completely dispelled his doubts about this Mr. Holmes, the other party had already shifted to another topic that urgently needed to be resolved:

"Although I don't know the whereabouts of my subordinates for the time being, however," the smile on Mr. Holmes's face spread a bit, making the whole face a false smile, "as her officer, some Trouble, I think I can help solve it—for the trouble caused by my subordinates."

Phil Coulson immediately realized the meaning of Mycroft Holmes, thought for a while, and agreed to the other party's opinion very happily-in his opinion, there are two ways to solve the leak of news about the shooting. In addition to the appearance of one of the parties, the forces behind the two sides—although Tony Stark has always thought of himself as a person, he did not know that the "Avengers Project" had included him as a candidate—could reach a consensus and It is best to work hard for this.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Holmes." According to Mycroft Holmes, the senior agent who is almost certain to be the next director of S.H.I.E.L.D. said this, then nodded to Holmes, expressing the end The meaning of this call was interrupted by Holmes.

Phil Coulson heard Mycroft Holmes say:

"Although I don't want to get involved in the S.H.I.E.L.D. incident, a lady has entrusted me to inform a 'trusted S.H.I.E.L.D. agent'," he raised the black umbrella slightly, letting the tip of the umbrella tap the ground , making a slight noise.

His voice was transmitted to Phil Coulson's ears along with such a sound, "The lady said, be careful."

The last word was dragged on by his tone, which seemed to be meaningful.

The atmosphere upstairs in Block B of 221 Baker Street is in a rather magical state.

The expression on the face of former military doctor John Watson was slightly restrained because of the undisguised disgust of his cohabitant——Consulting Detective—but the surprised expression in his eyes was far from disappearing so easily.

Sherlock Holmes glanced over his assistant's face, and looked at his cohabitant's face for a while, although it was hidden, but still showed a stupid expression.In the end, he decided to close his eyes, delete the stupid expression like John Watson from his memory palace, and make a little space for other things.

John Watson easily noticed the impatience of his cohabitant, but he couldn't restrain his curiosity.

So he coughed, cleared his throat, suppressed his expression as much as possible, and asked very calmly and calmly (perhaps with a little excitement):

"Sherlock, can you tell me, what did you make a mistake in your judgment?"

During the period when John Watson was full of inner drama and couldn't extricate himself, the consulting detective lay back on the sofa again, put his hands together on his chin, closed his eyes slightly, and assumed a posture similar to a certain movement in yoga.

When he heard John Watson's words, he didn't answer, and kept his original action without saying a word, as if he was making a false impression to John Watson that he had fallen asleep.

John Watson: "..."

John Watson: "...Sherlock?"

Still no response.

The former military doctor was a little anxious and a little angry. His appetite was whetted by consulting detectives, but he only said half of his words, which filled his heart with anger.

John Watson waited for a few seconds, but did not wait for any word from the consulting detective who was lying quietly on the sofa.

He felt angry again—although he had often felt unspeakable anger since he became friends with Sherlock Holmes (?), but even after experiencing it so many times, he still couldn't restrain it now.

So the former military doctor got up and left, storming out of Block B, 221 Baker Street, to find his new girlfriend.

Sherlock Holmes jumped up almost as soon as John Watson walked out of the downstairs door, and jumped to the window with great strides, staring at John Watson's whereabouts, making sure that the cohabitant had gone far away and He won't come back suddenly halfway and walk to the coat he hung.

His fingers fumbled lightly for his clothes, from the pockets to the interlayer of the clothes, and finally found what I wanted to find.

It was a very small USB flash drive, and the words "AH" were not clearly engraved on the metal casing.

The consulting detective's eyes lit up, cold gray eyes mixed with a little green and blue, shining extremely brightly.There was an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said something softly—even the tone was extremely pleasant:

"Found it."

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Well, the main line should go to Maige, right?

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Recently addicted to Uncle Ba, unable to extricate himself

You should be glad you didn't play with him in this article

Otherwise, Uncle Ba x Dr. BEcp is a proper one——————————

Okay, now that we're talking about Uncle Ba, let's tell everyone quietly.

I opened a pre-receipt pit, which is a completely different Su from this article!Cool!arts!

This article will be opened at the end, of course, if the pre-acquisition effect is good, it will be advanced _(:з」∠)_

Next up the text

Interested little angels, poke into my column and collect it

Bihart

btw, I drew the base map for the cover!I wrote the words!The version is arranged by me!I cried by myself!

Again btw, I want to tweet!

[Comprehensive British and American] Very good, this is very Tom Su

Very fat, ready to be slaughtered!

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Advance Collection: "[Comprehensive] Hello, Tina"

Fifteen-Character Introduction: The Little Psychiatrist and Her Psychiatrist

Copywriting: Tina never thought she was a little psychopath

Even if thrown into a mental hospital

She still believes that she is a normal person

Then she met a super psychiatrist

And then

She became a normal little mental patient_(:з」∠)_

Q: Why do you think you're a normal little psycho

Answer: Because I found out, my psychiatrist is not normal

CP has been decided, Tina x Uncle Ba [American drama version]

Involving a fork man, Marvel boss

ps. Everyone loves little Tina

pps. Glory belongs to the original work, bugs and OOC belong to me

ppps. The author's IQ is flawed, please don't give up or give up

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It was dark after the surgery.

All the lights in the room have been turned on, and the lights are too bright to be dazzling.

Alcia Hope had already changed out of the surgical outfit at this time, holding a cup of steaming tea in her hand, and sat quietly by the side.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were obscured by the hot air and hidden in the mist, making her look blurry.In my mind, I kept thinking about the question asked by the assistant just now.

"My eyes...?" The doctor heard his assistant's question, but didn't realize what he was asking for a while, and repeated what the assistant said at the end of the sentence with a questioning tone. word.

The assistant heard her question, and repeated it with certainty, the voice was suppressed very low, but it was transmitted to the doctor's ears very clearly:

"Yes, Dr. Hope. Your eyes," the assistant paused slightly, "are a little strange."

The assistant's voice was a little strange.Alcia Hope thought inopportunely, and then thought that this was just a cooperation with Mycroft Holmes just now, and the people he arranged were destined to be unknown to him.So she put down this skeptical question and concentrated on thinking about what the assistant said.

"What's the difference?" The doctor's voice came through the medical mask, a little indistinct, as if he was raving.

After hearing Alcia's words, the assistant took out a clean scalpel from the neatly placed instruments and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor instantly understood what he meant, took the scalpel and placed it in front of his eyes.

The shadow of the doctor's eyes was clearly reflected on the not very wide blade.

Between the brows is the slight fatigue caused by the long-term operation, and below that is the pair of strange eyes that the assistant called.

At this time, there was a faint blue light.It looks weird and mysterious.

Alcia Hope put aside the cup that had lost its temperature. There were busy medical staff coming and going around her, and she was in the tense and busy atmosphere that is unique to hospitals.

She closed her eyes slightly, raised her hands unconsciously, and touched her eyes.

This pair of eyes that still had a strange light just now are no different from ordinary people - of course, except for the condition of heterochromia iridum itself.

The assistant who asked the question disappeared at some point.

Doctors were not alarmed that the unusual changes in the eyes had been discovered.She knew very well in her heart that she had always been under surveillance—or should I say, under protection.This means that some things are not destined to spread unprepared, on the contrary, everything is under control.

So the doctor sat there, waiting for the arrival of the man sent by Sherlock Holmes - and it was probably Mycroft himself - carefully recalling every incident that occurred during the operation. A detail, and then connect them with your own perception, trying to find out the moment when your eyes change and the difference after such a change.

William Stryker was standing next to the experimental bench.

After the first step of the experiment was successful, the laboratory has completely quieted down.In addition to the seemingly indistinct current sounds from various high-tech equipment, and the sound of the pen tip across the paper when the experimenter is recording, there is only one person left in the laboratory who is said to be one of the Hydra, The voice of the person who participated in the brainwashing experiment on the legendary "Winter Soldier"—and the voice of the girl lying quietly on the experimental table, which is comparable to raving.

There is nothing special about the gentleman's voice, but that is why it shows something special between each of his phrasings.He spoke every word very smoothly.There is a strange rhythm at the pause of the sentence, and every sentence is full of very strong and clear guidance and hints.

The eyes of the young girl lying quietly on the laboratory table opened unnaturally, and there was a strange light attached to those eyes.In the quiet laboratory, her voice followed the voice of the gentleman from Hydra, gradually weaving a strange story about her own eyes.

Arcia Hope's thoughts didn't last long.She quickly received a notification from Mycroft Holmes, and then slightly adjusted her clothes, followed the instructions and left the hospital, and got into a small black car with a special license plate number.

When she opened the car door, she saw the gentleman who had just become her chief sitting in the back seat with no expression on her face.

The doctor paused for a moment, then greeted the officer:

"Hello, sir."

"Sir."

When Mycroft Holmes walked out of his office, Anthea, who was quite aware of his officer's itinerary, was already waiting beside his little black car.

Anthea would only put away the mobile phone that she never left her hand for receiving information when she was facing the officer.She opened the car door for her officer, and waited respectfully for the British government to sit down, then closed the car door, returned to the co-pilot position, and instructed the little detective who was acting as the driver to drive.

Mycroft sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest.

Anthea has already picked up her mobile phone again, her fingers are jumping rapidly on the keyboard, classifying the information that is transmitted every moment, and then sending it to another device.

Very quiet inside the car.

Mycroft crossed his hands and put them on his knees. After closing his eyes for a while, he said abruptly:

"How is Charlie doing?"

Anthea, who was sitting on the co-pilot seat, paused for a while on the currently open interface, and switched to another information interface when she jumped again.

She took a closer look, then smashed the above information, put it back together, simplified the complicated information, and then reported to her chief:

"Mr. Holmes did not leave Block B, 221 Baker Street, after you left the Diogenes Club."

She paused, trying to see the change in the officer's expression from the rearview mirror, but she failed.

Then she continued:

"But 5 minutes after you left, Mr. Holmes seemed to have taken something out of his overcoat. Afterwards, he found out the monitors hidden in the living room, and threw them all into the refrigerator in--towards a gentleman's head."

Mycroft's expression finally changed a bit, as if he was missing something pleasant, so his tone seemed a little softer:

"What did he find?"

asked Mycroft.

"A USB flash drive. Sir." Anthea zoomed in on the video and adjusted the clarity, "There are initials on it—'A.H'. It seems to be something from Dr. Hope."

Block B, 221 Baker Street, was exceptionally quiet after John Watson left.

Sherlock Holmes found out all the little things that he didn't pay much attention to before, gathered them together with a sense of accomplishment, and smiled at the camera.Then he threw all these little things into the refrigerator—right in front of a Mr. Skull who had just arrived here not long ago.

Then he entered John Watson's bedroom very naturally, took his cohabitant's computer into the living room, and spent a few seconds to unlock the password.

He also found computer-related content in his memory palace and wrote a fairly simple small program—in order to temporarily avoid the group of Mycroft Holmes' subordinates who were monitoring him all the time.

When everything was ready, he took out the small USB flash drive he found out of his coat and inserted it into the computer.

Without a doubt, a password is required.

The consulting detective fell into brief contemplation. His hands were clenched into fists and pressed against his chin, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes showed a different color under the blue reflection of the computer.

After thinking about it, he first entered the letters "AltheaHope" and pressed the Enter key, and the screen displayed the words "wrong password".

The eyes of the consulting detective did not change because of the prompt of the wrong password, but revealed a taste of nature.

"Interesting. Let me think about it, what kind of password it will be." Sherlock Holmes' voice came from his chest, and diffused into the air through his throat, full of undisguised interest.

"It's not the name. Since you gave it to me, it means that I must know it." There is no John Watson, but there is Mr. Skull from a long time ago.The consulting detective's eyes drifted to Mr. Skull, who had been placed on the fireplace for a long time, and seemed to be talking to himself:

"I don't know her preferences, her age, her date of birth, it's irrelevant - so what else do I know about her?"

"Gender - nonono, it's not that simple. As for occupation - the job content is not sure. So, what else."

Consulting detectives seem to be asking themselves aloud.

"I know it, and she knows it. I can guess it, and she knows I can guess it."

"Well, I see." Sherlock Holmes' eyes lit up, and he tapped his fingers on the computer keyboard a few times, inputting a mixture of numbers and English letters, and pressing the Enter key with certainty. .

The computer made a beep, indicating that the contents of the small USB flash drive were successfully read.

"Very simple," said the consulting detective after he had unlocked the code, "but quite clever."

The author has something to say: I'm already thinking about how many episodes I should write :)

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution

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☆, H【Correct a mistake】

The little black car drove the doctor to a place that was relatively unfamiliar to the doctor.

Diogenes Club.

After the doctor got out of the car and saw the place he came to, he silently recited the name several times in his heart.

The map of the city of London has been firmly remembered in his mind.Although the buildings in the City of London underwent some slight changes during the period when I was not in the UK, these changes have been repaired after a period of time after I came back, so Arcia Hope knows very well Where did I arrive - the Diogenes Club, a rather strange place.

After Officer Holmes and the doctor got off the car, the little black car stayed in place for a few seconds, and after they took a step, the passenger in the co-pilot seat was fiddling with his mobile phone all the way, except when he asked the doctor at the beginning. After the doctor said hello, the young agent drove away without saying a word.

Arcia followed Mycroft into this well-protected club in London.

The British government didn't say a word, holding the black long-handled umbrella that he had brought since the first meeting, and the tip of the umbrella touched the ground very rhythmically with his walking pace.

The waiter signed in sign language and seemed to be asking the officer some questions.

Arcia was quite unfamiliar with sign language, so she turned her gaze away from the waiter, and instead looked at the various arrangements in the club.

There are comfortable seats in the hall, and in front of each seat, a small round table is carefully placed, with tea sets with unique patterns placed on it.

Every guest sitting in the seat is very well dressed, even in such a club with strong secrecy, there is nothing wrong with their actions.

Almost everyone took a newspaper and read it quietly in their gold-rimmed glasses—there were others—occasionally picked up a teacup from the small round table to sip steaming black tea.

Quiet and eccentric.

Standing in front of the doctor, Mycroft Holmes, who was communicating with the waiter, nodded slightly after the quiet "conversation", as if to confirm something, then tilted his head slightly, signaling the doctor to follow, and walked into the club go.

The sound of footsteps was almost non-existent in this club covered with soft carpets.

The doctor quietly followed Sherlock Holmes, and silently recorded every room he passed. Finally, under the leadership of Mycroft Holmes, he came to a rather secret place—at least in the eyes of the doctor, if no one led , Even the door of the room will not be found anywhere—in the room.

There is a simple and elegant desk in the room, a chair is placed behind the desk, and a chair is also placed in front of the desk.

Chief Holmes motioned for the doctor to sit down, and he immediately sat behind the desk. He put the black umbrella in his hand, and watched the doctor sit up a bit awkwardly. It was the first time since seeing the doctor until now. Opening:

"Alcia Hope. Dr. Hope, now, let's talk about your eyes."

The officer, however, did not hear the doctor's answer.He moved his gaze to the doctor, and found that the expression of this new subordinate was a little strange - full of confusion and, questioning.

It was still quiet in the laboratory.

The Hydra researcher, who had been in the guiding state, stopped abruptly after a short conversation with the girl on the experimental table, with some doubts on his face.

The gentleman tentatively called the girl whose consciousness was in a relatively weak state:

"Doctor Hope?"

Then he didn't get an answer from Arcia Hope.

William Stryker could clearly see that the gentleman specially invited from Hydra was full of doubts.

He walked slowly to the gentleman, the sound of his footsteps was so clear in the relatively quiet laboratory, that the gentleman glanced sideways at Stryker when he stopped, and then turned to Alcia Huo The experimenter, who was monitoring and administering drugs, made a pause gesture.

Watching the blue light in the eyes of the girl lying on the experimental table gradually disappear, and then gradually close her eyes, her expression is peaceful.

The gentleman from Hydra backed away from the experimental table, and Stryker followed the pace of this gentleman and retreated to the outside of the laboratory.The two quietly watched the busy staff in the laboratory through the transparent special glass wall for a few seconds before someone spoke.

"Why did you stop all of a sudden?" Stryker pushed the glasses that had slid down slightly on the bridge of his nose, and then asked with his hands behind his back.

The gentleman from Hydra was silent for a few seconds before speaking, but he didn't immediately answer Stryker's question, and instead brought up another unrelated matter:

"You know how much energy went into brainwashing 'The Winter Soldier'?"

He paused for a while, but did not wait for Stryker's answer, but said to himself:

"A lot of energy—it took a lot of time. Brainwashing can't make him completely forget some things that are etched deep in his memory. A full-blown brainwashing effort again - by machine, and by psychological suggestion."

"Psychological suggestion and guidance is a very complicated thing. Although it is not very difficult to implement, it is very difficult for some people to implement it." The gentleman looked through the glass wall in front of him and watched intently. The girl lying on the experimental table, "For example, this Miss Hope. She has given her psychological hints to herself—of course, it may be other people. As far as the current situation is concerned, it is about A certain period of her experience. And I obviously touched something in the experiment just now, so that her subconscious has a certain rejection of my words."

Mycroft Holmes has once again returned to the Diogenes Club.

By the time he walked into this particular club, the time had passed when he usually arrived here.

Realizing this, the officer frowned slightly.

Such exposed emotions disappeared in a flash, and when he gave orders to his subordinates sitting in the co-pilot seat, he had already returned to his usual calm state, as if everything was firmly in his hands.

The little black car drove Anthea away from the Diogenes Club and headed towards Baker Street.

Mycroft stood there for a few seconds before walking towards the club.

The weather in London City today is so good that the secret room in the club is quite brightly illuminated by the sun.

Mycroft sat on the only chair in the room, and in front of him was a desk full of various paper materials that had been categorized.He first glanced at the monitoring content in Block B, No. 221 Baker Street—it was no surprise that the displayed content was the head details of the unknown gentleman, which were photographed from various angles. He even thought about what kind of experiments his younger brother was doing with great interest.

After such a short period of relaxation (?), he turned his mind to the most complicated thing compared to other things so far.

During this period of time, Dr. Q of the Military Intelligence Department sent a lot of related messages.

Mycroft Holmes deduced this information from the location of the "little monster" outside London, and has been seeing the possible characters in this little monster and the various events these people are involved in.

After reading the information, he calmly picked up the communication device and dialed the quartermaster's contact information.

The other party picked it up instantly, with a serious tone: "Sir."

Mycroft Holmes heard the young quartermaster's response with great satisfaction, and he said:

"You can start, draw this net, Dr. Q."

The quartermaster was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about something, but in the end he still didn't say what he was thinking about.

The quartermaster looked at the computer screen covered with various codes in front of him, and replied in a serious tone: "Okay, sir."

After the consulting detective unlocked the password of the small USB flash drive left by the doctor, he quickly flipped through the contents.

All kinds of files are categorized and placed in different folders. To some extent, it is very convenient for Sherlock to find them.

The reading and thinking speed beyond ordinary people allowed the consulting detective to quickly find what he wanted to find, and what Alcia Hope hoped he would find.

Sherlock Holmes first found the file of the case in which he judged wrongly, clicked on it, and flipped through it quickly. After confirming that he did not make a mistake this time, he smiled with satisfaction, and then turned his attention to a special file named on the file.

"Well, 'WCUDFM'." He said the words, with unabashed distaste on his face, "What a stupid way to name it."

However, he opened the file quickly and looked at it very carefully.

What was contained was a picture—a map of the City of London, with all its streets and lanes and various underground lines meticulously marked.

And, a period of time is shown as the recording of the day of the arson.

Sherlock Holmes played the recording without hesitation.

A rather familiar voice came from inside—it belonged to Kim Moriarty.

His thoughts went blank for a few seconds because of the voice, and then his whole body was aroused.His unusually bright eyes and unabashed expression betrayed his emotions.

"Perfect." His tone carried a sigh from the heart. "Very interesting."

The author has something to say: Dongfeng girl who gave guidance and hints to the doctor smiled and said nothing

Dongfengmei: After all, I used my strength to enter the male lead (?) candidate. Although I was defeated by the fat man in the end, I am the one who can live to the sidelines, so Hi Claw is a big hot chicken in front of me.

Hi Claw: QAQ

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Everyone can guess what the name of the doctor's file means

Yes, yes... no?prize

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Tell the truth

I really don’t know why the last chapter can’t be swiped in the app

yes i did update yesterday

But it's on the catalog page

So it's probably jj's cramp everyday?

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Alcia Hope began to feel a subtle sense of dissonance about where she was, who she was facing, and the situation she was facing.

The sense of discord comes from the fact that the incident that is happening in front of her makes her feel familiar, but at the same time, it is subtly different from her own vague memory.

And when she began to realize that some of her memories were in a rather fuzzy state, she really noticed something was wrong.

As a genius in the traditional sense, she has her own system of memory—she has created countless trigger points in her mind, and categorized her memories into these trigger points.

Such a self-contained memory method makes it very easy to solve many problems related to memory.At the same time, the existence of trigger points also makes all memories in a state that can be clearly recalled at any time.

So when she noticed that her memory was showing signs of blurring, she felt quite inconsistent.

Such a subtle sense of disobedience made her vigilant.Even when facing the officer who had just become himself, he did not immediately answer the questions he raised, but chose to respond with a silent attitude.

The time of silence was not long—or rather, the time for her to be indifferent to silence was not long.

What happened next before her eyes made her realize from facts rather than senses that she was not in a secret small room in the Diogenes Club as she thought.

When she just had a suspicious state of mind, everything around her began to change.

The change starts from under her feet.

The ground, which was originally covered with soft and thick carpets, gradually began to disintegrate slowly, like various special effects that only exist in science fiction movies.

And when Arcia raised her head in surprise, everything she saw began to gradually collapse.

The desks, windows, portraits placed in this small room... and the officer who was already in a static state, "Mycroft Holmes".

This is probably a dream.Alcia Hope thought so.

It started, passed, and ended without a reason.

The only difference comes from my own vague memory and my own eyes.

The speed at which the environment is collapsing is not slow.

From the small room in the Diogenes Club, it gradually expanded outwards.

In the city of London in memory, the streets, buildings and even people included are gradually disappearing around the place where the doctor is.