[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Sherlock squinted his cat's eyes, quickly arranged several feasible path plans in his mind, and jumped from one step to another lightly.

"Brother, do you need a dress?"

Garfield glanced at Sherlock's black fur irresistibly.

"I don't think this is very appropriate."

Sherlock squinted and gave Garfield a cold look.

Garfield swallowed, and said hesitantly, "Obviously you don't need a...clothes that cover your butt."

Sherlock looked it up and down, and said in a deep voice, "Where?"

Garfield immediately grinned and said, "Come with me. It's in Room 112 on Baker Street. There's an old tailor who loves making animal costumes."

It lifted up its trousers and jumped a step. It felt that it had lost weight recently, and it was obvious that the overalls made him feel a little constrained.

"Don't know your name yet? Uh, why is it Mr. Cat?"

Sherlock gave it an eye shot. "Bombay cat, idiot."

Garfield twisted Yuanyuan's butt a little embarrassedly, and smiled awkwardly.

"My name is Lance Edley, what's your name?"

I saw the Bombay cat raised its noble jaw, squatted on the ground very elegantly, squinted its eyes and said arrogantly: "My name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."

Lance shrugged, obviously he didn't believe the cat's words, he subconsciously thought that the Bombay cat might have some kind of hidden disease, such as paranoia.

He complained: "You are the least Sherlock Holmes cat I have ever seen."

"I'm asking about your human name."

Sherlock pulled an exaggerated and frightening expression at it in displeasure, and shouted: "Sherlock Holmes, don't make me repeat my name again, I will make you regret having a brain like shit."

Garfield opened his eyes innocently, sighed a long and faintly, and said, "Anyway, it's good to have dreams."

He still couldn't believe that the black kitten in front of him was Sherlock Holmes?

The world isn't this crazy yet.

They jumped out of the window and came to a certain tailor's house. They scraped out countless pieces of pet clothes from other people's cabinets at a very exaggerated speed. The colorful clothes almost covered the top of Garfield's head.

Lance crawled out of the pile of clothes.

"Mr. Sherlock, I mean wishing to be Sherlock Holmes' cat. What do you think of this dress?"

Sherlock glanced at the clothes in Garfimore's hands that resembled Spiderman, turned his head silently, and cursed a few words in a low voice.

Lance twisted his neck. In fact, he was twisting his body. After all, the cat was too fat to have a neck.

"Maybe I need a tie to cover my neck."

So he began to look through other people's things. Seeing Sherlock's motionless appearance, Lance felt that he should be more reserved. After all, British men, including British cats, should be gentlemen.

What's more, he came to this country as an envoy representing the Qing Dynasty, and he needed to show the bearing of a great country in every small matter, but I heard that the Qing Dynasty had long since disappeared, and it seemed to have become China.

I really don't know what happened to the other father-in-law?

Are you all unemployed?

Lance misses Xiao Feidie inexplicably. If she is still alive, he means that if he can find Xiao Feidie's support, he must marry her as his wife.

In his previous life, he must have lost a lifeline, so Xiao Feidie didn't notice him. Thinking of his inexplicable heartache, he needed to try on a few clothes to soothe his traumatized heart.

It's just that he never expected that since he came to this era, fate would always lead him further and further into the trend of British fashion, and finally became a comrade.

Lance gestured a few times with a pair of swimming trunks, and silently complained that it was ugly. He murmured to Sherlock: "If you are worried about the old tailor coming back, then you should think about it. It was infected on the first day."

Suddenly, he was pleasantly surprised to dig out a pair of Superman swimsuit pants and a bow tie from a pile of clothes. "I think it will be easier for me to move." By the way, it made me show off my glory, and I am fascinated by thousands of British kittens.

"Girls are always interested in shirtless men, and it's clearly a British fashion."

He started to put on his pants as he talked to himself, but his figure is too fat, so putting on pants is really a laborious task for him.

"Hey buddy, help me pull up my pants."

He turned to look at the Bombay cat, oh my gosh, my friends and I were stunned.

"It's very handsome." In fact, he meant to show that the cat was dressed very coquettishly.

On the whole, he doesn't talk much, uh...he's actually a sullen house cat, he understood it that way.

Imagine a black Bombay cat wearing a mini black tuxedo suit, red bow tie, black mini shorts, and a hole just enough to reveal its tail, revealing its short cute paws.

"Actually, you can dress more conveniently, like Batman?"

The Bombay cat twisted its ass and turned its back on him, well, the guy was ignoring him.

The sound of the helicopter buzzed in his ears, Oulos frowned and looked at the red sky outside, sighing for a while.

"How soon can we get to the safe zone?"

"If all goes well, eight hours, dear."

McCaw was sitting on a chair, fiddling with his computer all the time, all this should have been so quiet and beautiful, until a scream resounded through the sky, Oulos held down McCaw who was about to get up, and frowned.

"I gonna go see."

I saw the pilot in the driver's seat clutching his stomach and throwing up, a black object, accompanied by the smell of blood, intestinal fluid, and pieces of meat, trembling uncontrollably.

He saw Olos.

She covered her mouth and said in disbelief, "You're infected!"

The driver begged her in pain to save him quickly, but before Oulos could make a move, he rolled his eyes and turned into a zombie, grinning and trying to pounce on her, and various unknown liquids flowed all over the floor.

Oulos was surprised and helpless with his mouth. Fortunately, the seat belt restrained the driver, and he couldn't rush over for a while, but he opened his mouth and desperately wanted to rush over, but the seat belt was pulled by him. Shake in a controlled manner.

After Oulos reacted, he quickly fired a shot at him.

"damn it."

When McCoff ran over from the passenger compartment, he looked at the driver who had been shot in the head, showing a disgusted look.

"Now, we have to drive ourselves."

Oulos pouted, with a helpless look on his face.

"I can't drive it, can I?"

She subconsciously glanced at McCoff's huge body, well, the driver's seat can't accommodate him at all, and she is the next unlucky driver.

"Mycroft, don't you think—you—should dispose of the body?"

Oulos looked dissatisfied at the big fat man who sat back in his seat, fiddling with his broken computer as if he was deaf.

"Honey, I'm working on the virus problem."

In fact, he still has several meetings to attend.

She yelled, "Damn, get these things out of the driver's seat first, or I won't be flying, and you will hold your goddamn computer and go to god with boring meetings and me."

Oulos gave him a hard look, and snatched the broken computer of a big fat man who was stubborn and unrepentant.

"How to deal with it?"

She roared: "Damn it and throw it out."

With the wind whistling in his ears, Mycroft threw a headshot zombie out of the plane in disgust. As for whether it would hit someone or a zombie, it had nothing to do with him.

Oulos looked at the vomit in the driver's seat with a little distaste, took off his coat and wrapped it up for himself, regardless of Mycroft's objection.

Mycroft gritted his teeth and said, "For God's sake, Oulos, can't you bear it?"

"I put up with it, Mycroft, so I took your coat, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here at all." She pointed to the driver's seat where she was.

An unpleasant smell made her roll her eyes.

"If these disgusting things can infect viruses, I must be a zombie in no time, Mycroft."

"Forget your poor coat, without it my dress would be dirty."

Mycroft found that recently Olos seemed to be getting worse and worse tempered and disliked him more and more. A man and a nagging woman should choose to shut up wisely.

Lance lay lazily on the shelf in the supermarket drinking milk and said, "Mr. Xia, how long will it take to go to the research institute?"

"With your current pace, it will take you a lifetime."

Sherlock gritted his teeth and looked at this nasty cat. He was hungry within a few steps along the way, or he came up with all kinds of ghost ideas. His instinct told himself that bringing this idiot would be something he regretted in his life. .

Garfield stretched his waist, half-closed his eyes and said, "To be honest, I thought there would be a lot of zombies in the supermarket, but now there isn't even a single one."

Sherlock dismissed Garfield in contempt and said: "Apparently, many survivors have visited this supermarket. Water, compressed biscuits, instant noodles and other necessities of doomsday life have been taken away. Zombies should also be cleaned up by them. "

There was a rustling sound from outside, he squinted his eyes and said, "There is one left."

The zombies obviously noticed them and rushed towards them. Lance stood up and shouted meow~

But no matter how it yells, he won't transform.

"Run."

Sherlock hopped onto another shelf and yelled at the frozen fool.

"Please, I can't move."

Garfield cried, "I'm about to die, Xiao Fugui, come and save me."

Without the pain of being eaten as expected, Garfield opened his eyes and saw that the shelf fell on the zombie, and the man-eating guy struggled to get up and pounce on him.

Hell, he's just a cat.

If Sherlock could sense Lance's heart now, he would mercilessly ridicule him as a retarded Garfield.

Maybe Garfield is lazy and brainless.

"Idiot, run."

Sherlock jumped to his side and bit him hard.

"The zombie didn't bite me, why did you bite me! Crazy!"

Then Lance found himself able to move suddenly, and he quickly left the supermarket with the Bombay cat.

The fence was still safe, so they jumped onto the telephone pole and took a rest for a while.

"Did you bite me just now to divert my attention?"

Bombay cat arrogantly ignored him.

"Why did that shelf just fall down just now?"

Then Bombay Cat officially said to the cat in front of it: "If a cat weighs [-] catties, it will be about [-] catties through the action of force, but after receiving the sprint, the force will be strengthened. The support is precarious because of the old relationship, and there aren't many items on the shelves, so it's not too hard to knock it down."

"!!!you will not...."

"what?"

"You can't really be Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

The Bombay cat glanced at him arrogantly: "Stupid cat, you have lowered the IQ of the whole street."

"Then you are really Mr. Holmes?"

A certain cat nodded proudly.

The author has something to say: Thank you Jin Xiaolang for mine, wow.

This end of the world will end when they get to the safe zone.

Fatty is going to study for exams, uh, that's it. . . .To test, test, try. . .

The hard-pressed Western economics is really difficult, difficult, difficult.

Lance "now is a pure and unidentified British boy, who used to be the little father-in-law of the magic chef Xiaofugui"

Sherlock CP original heroine

Mycroft CP Olos