[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

Steve returned to his apartment and took a deep breath.The one-person apartment was the same as before he left, quietly waiting for its owner to return.Even though there was no ventilation, the air contained a light and humid atmosphere unique to this climate, his eyes softened, and he buried himself in the specially selected fabric sofa.

Who said Captain America couldn't make such a move.Thinking of the adoring eyes of the juniors looking at him during the mission, Steve was so stiff that even his sitting posture was rigid. For the sake of the hearts of these agents, he still couldn't face them casually.

The tense muscles seemed to have received a signal of safety, and they did not need to be as vigilant as when they were on a mission when they arrived at the peaceful harbor.The result of the sudden relaxation is a burst of fatigue.Even if he is a super soldier injected with serum and has a quadruple body that others envy, he still has the physiological feeling of a normal human being, not a machine that will never make mistakes.

The captain, who was working well, felt that his stomach was reporting on time. He could only sit up, took a simple sandwich and milk from the bag he had just purchased, and chose to enjoy his breakfast on the wooden chairs that matched the kitchen table.

The fine chewing sound immediately sounded.Captain America doesn't talk when he's eating, it's a habit he picked up in the military, when no one talks to you, no one knows when they're going to be sent to battle.

The wrapping paper was thrown into the trash can with a screeching sound.

"Well, it's obviously such a good weather..." He muttered, and the sleepiness made him unable to fall into a light sleep in his arms.

On the coffee table in the living room, the slowly dimming phone screen displayed a black and white record with only a number.

It stopped at the query interface, and only Steve's long breathing echoed in the room.

Merry was teaching Aerys how to weave knotted ribbons.

All kinds of handicrafts are very common here, and this is where the Brooklyn market is talked about.

The sharp-eyed girl also saw the words "MADEINA" on some gadgets.

"Look, thread it through here, and then tie it on." Meri taught attentively, and Aerys also learned it seriously. She was led to guide the lines and weave the colors, and the colorful ropes were flexibly interspersed under her hands. Then shape it.

Iris is very interested in these DIYs, so today she saw Merry started the afternoon work, and pestered her to learn.

"Look at your memory, I taught you once when I was a child, but now I have forgotten even such a simple thing." Meili's seemingly casual complaint made Iris's heart skip a beat, and the girl hurriedly handed over the finished product to her. She acted like a baby.

"I clearly remembered, don't you see that this is well done!" Iris coquettishly looked up, and saw Merry standing up, turning her back to her and putting the washed and cut pieces on the plate next to her. fruit.There seemed to be no problem, and she continued to work with her head down after a while.

The students in the middle school didn't know what happened. Not long after they came to school in the morning, the teacher informed them that they would have a holiday today.The students complained about why the school didn't explain it before they came to school in the morning, so that they had to walk in vain.

In short, after the students had almost evacuated, police cars drove quietly into the school's parking lot and closed the teaching building.The teachers, who were belatedly aware of it, had different expressions, worried and panicked, and comforted the stunned students who first discovered the scene.The girl finally stopped crying under the gentle comfort of her head teacher. The boy in the same class should be stronger, and explained everything he knew intermittently to the police.

The body of the young teacher had been taken off the rope by the police at the scene, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, which was creepy to watch in the quiet classroom.

"It's late." Sherlock couldn't turn the clock back even though he was staring at his watch.Under their urging, the taxi mentioned the maximum speed that the driver could control, the detective looked solemn, and the doctor showed the aura he had on the battlefield back then.The noise of someone walking in the empty hall caused the teachers to look sideways, and the students who stayed behind as the discoverers of the crime scene also speculated about the identities of the two.

"The cause of death was not suffocation." John squatted down, put on his gloves and carefully turned over his wound. The long knife marks were extremely sharp, leaving only a valgus mark.The fresh blood hadn't completely coagulated, and the strangle marks on the neck gradually became lighter when the corpse was removed, leaving a faint mark, "excessive blood loss."

Seeing the traces of a massacre, the well-informed John couldn't help turning his head to the window silently, trying to take in fresh air to relieve the dullness that had been suppressed in his heart for the past two days.

"Let them collect information first." Sherlock turned sideways to let the forensic doctor and the criminal investigation police continue their work. He avoided the traces and walked to the classroom that was temporarily used as a lounge. girl.He relaxed his expression, his light-colored eyes fully interpreted Mrs. Hudson's feelings towards people, and the girl began to think back, sobbing under his whisper of comfort, protectively skipping over what frightened her.

"Well, there was no class at that time. Me, hiccup, Simon and I have always been the first students to arrive at class." Still out of fear, the girl began to hiccup uncontrollably. Sherlock squatted patiently beside her, waiting for her to stop. When he came down, he comforted the girl with his eyes, which made her courage a little, "Well, it seems that the doors and windows are closed, but they opened as soon as I pushed the door."

"That's right, we thought we had to wait for James to open the door before we could enter." The boy named Simon continued, "James is the class monitor and he has the key, but in fact we usually don't lock the door after school."

"James told me the day before yesterday that his key was lost." The teacher who was holding the girl added, "There is a record of changing the key in the security room."

"What about the things you saw after entering the door?" Sherlock tempted, he had already got some clues, but the more important clues were the things in the classroom. "For example, this gentleman?"

"Well, he, he is our new German teacher." The girl shrank into the teacher's arms, tears seemed to fall again, "Ms. Edins has only taught us for two months."

"That's right, Jim is a good guy." The boy nodded aside, "In private, he always asks us to call him by his first name, and he even plays ball with us!"

The appearance of that name made Sherlock's pupils shrink, and he realized that something was wrong there.

All the news and information obtained in this case were too smooth for his logic.

It's like it was tailor-made for him.

"Although it seems that there are bloodstains splashed and splashed by the knife, this is not the first scene, but it is true that Mr. Eddings died here." After multiple confirmations, the police told them that the teacher was not there last night. Back to his apartment.

"A large amount of anesthetics and anti-healing serum were detected in his blood." John couldn't help frowning, "Hey, Sherlock, the composition of this serum is a rare thing."

"Well, of course I know that," he said absent-mindedly, "it's not surprising that there is someone who is supporting our Mr. Puppet, no matter how rare it is."

"Uh, who are you talking about?" John looked at him suspiciously, "Could it be that you know who the murderer is?"

"Let's go, let's go and see the surveillance." Sherlock said in an unquestionable tone, but he knew that there would be nothing useful in the surveillance. This was just an excuse for him to attract John's curiosity. Although it was lame, it worked. .

John looked at his lips that had been tightly pressed since just now, and the thin lips that were not rosy before were even paler now.

He sighed after Sherlock, and adjusted to his usual state the moment the detective turned his head.

Watson just learned not to ask.

"Iris, I'm going out to pick up the order for the hotel's daily necessities." Meri was putting on her shoes in the hallway, she only brought her keys and wallet, and half-opened the door just as she was about to leave, Iris' voice came to her ear.

"Huh? But I have to go out later!"

Seeing the little emotions the girl naturally showed in front of her, Meili curled the corners of her mouth in relief, and at the same time reminded her to be careful outside, come back immediately after dark, and other trivial matters.

"Okay, I got it, then I'll hang up a sign that I'm resting later, anyway, no guests have come to the door recently."

"Just treat it as a rare leisure."

"Click."

"The stage outside is ready." The man's face hidden under the hood was obscure, obviously his mental state was getting worse day by day, but he didn't notice it, and now he was in a state of excitement.

The pointer dutifully does its job, round and round.

"Ah, I found it." Iris leaned on the window, trying not to let the woven bag on her shoulder slip off.Pick and choose, dazzling crystal products of different shapes are distributed in a dazzling array of shops, all kinds of wind chimes with different ethnic styles gather together, and familiar decorations and toys stay quietly on the shelves for people to enjoy. Picking, all the odds and ends that come across the ocean find their place here.

"Well, wouldn't it be too obvious if I used a color?" In her hand was the cane dyed blue, red and white, which was obviously inspired by the Stars and Stripes. Iris tilted her head and thought After a while, happily decide to use them.Anyway, there are so many American elements, the captain should have seen it for a long time.

So she packed enough materials, and she snatched away a handful of loose white feathers under the condemning eyes of the shopkeeper.

"...?" Looking back, the feeling of being watched disappeared.

Aerys turned around in doubt, thought for a while and continued walking on this path, after all, this was the fastest way to get back to the hotel.After a few minutes, lo and behold, there was another fluctuation like that.She learned how to behave this time and closed her eyes directly, trying to find the place that made her feel inappropriate from the direction of the gaze detected by her sixth sense.

So the interspersed lines took shape in her mind.

Before she could confirm the target, a sense of dizziness came from all the limbs, and the oppression and pain from the cells made her lose consciousness all at once.

"Got you, devil."

Hoarse pious words, this was the last voice she heard.

The author has something to say: update get√

Hey, sweetheart is here again!

Although I can't help but feel that Sherlock has a higher sense of existence than the captain orz