[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

"Even if you say so now, I still do not believe that you are Mr. Holmes."

Garfield loosened his trousers, uh...a little tight, and said, "A few weeks ago, I was honored to meet Mr. Sherlock Holmes from 221b."

Sherlock squinted.

"Are you the homeless man in the xxx square?"

Lance was horrified, but he had to declare that he was definitely not a homeless man, he just hadn't eaten for a few days at that time.

It straightened its yellow-haired chest, and said with a righteous face: "I am an authentic British gentleman."

Sherlock shrugged. "Maybe."

"You may have been a professor or a doctor before."

Lance looked at him again with a horrified face. He was the little father-in-law Li who had traveled through time. He didn't know anything about the identity of this body, but it was surprisingly believable to learn the past of this body from the mouth of this Bombay cat.

"Is there anything else?" He asked with an expression at this time, as if asking about this year's horoscope.

Sherlock grinned at him ironically, and he could almost see his full, white teeth.

"It seems you don't know anything about your past."

Lance panicked, maybe this guy is really Mr. Sherlock Holmes, my God, if it is true, this guy is my idol, I actually eat, sleep, and share with my idol these days... He seems Thinking too far.

"Oh, I just lost my memory."

This is a boring old meme, but it has always been useful, but obviously the temperamental Mr. Cat in front of Lance didn't believe it, and he rolled his eyes.

"Well, it's not funny, who the hell are you?"

Garfield tried to explain, "I've lost my memory, bro."

Look at it, standing on a telephone pole, like a cheating girlfriend trying to clear his girlfriend up... dammit, he's screwed again.

Sherlock shuddered and looked a little sick.

"If you have a younger sister who often pretends to have amnesia, you can tell whether a normal person has amnesia or not as clearly as white and black."

Garfield covered his mouth, the fur in his mouth, he now needs a pair of human hands to help cover his mouth, to show that he is terrified.

He was thinking wildly again, he hasn't bathed for a long time, what's wrong with the hair he eats?

please!It was his own hair.

"I do not quite understand, Mr. Holmes."

"Based on your ability to understand, I explained that you may not understand, so you continue to be confused."

Bombay cat looked at Garfield with a deadpan expressionless face and lost his mind countless times. He was always unable to accurately understand how these "goldfish" survived by relying on their stupid brains.

"who are you?"

"Trust me, I don't want to resort to extreme measures, that would be troublesome."

"You should have heard of my brother who is happy to hang and hang. He is always willing to help me torture others. I really don't want to hand you over to him." It's such a hideous face in my mind.)

Sherlock stood on the telegraph pole like a machine gun, chanting and standing still. Maybe he had already accurately calculated the maximum possible angle of standing or lying down without any effort.

Genius is always keen to calculate everything.

"Okay, okay, okay, I say, I say!!!"

Garfield pulled a cigar out of his pocket, god knows where he got it, and Sherlock's eyes were almost glued to it.

"You made a wise choice." Sherlock said blankly.

"Before that, give me your cigar."

"What?" The wind was so strong that I suspected I was deaf, especially on such a serious and serious occasion, especially on a telephone pole.

"If you don't give it to me now, you have to believe that in a second you will become the ration of those mindless garbage below."

Garfield immediately gave the cigarette to a fierce cat who was addicted to cigarettes.

But it still half-sarcastically said: "I'm afraid you are at most a snack, an appetizer to them..."

Garfield: "Sir, while you complain about my miniature body, can you pay attention to your body that is not much bigger than mine?"

Another eye shot.

Sherlock regretted with a strange smile on his face: "Your weight is far more than mine, and I am ashamed of myself."

The wind was whistling in her ears, and the sound of the aircraft starter was getting weaker and weaker. Olos frowned and looked at the street below, thinking about a good place to land.

"We're out of gas, Mycroft."

"Then find a place to land."

Mycroft didn't raise his head, his eyes were still fixed on his computer, and he didn't notice someone's annoyed voice at all.

So much so that he was punched by someone, Mycroft lowered his face and covered his stomach, trying to look seriously at the girl in front of him and say a very serious and serious thing.

"Oluos, haven't you noticed that your recent violent tendencies are getting worse?"

Olos snorted coldly. "If you didn't make me angry, I wouldn't be violent."

"Damn virus, goddamn helicopter, goddamn fat man, you need to lose weight Mycroft, you can't always make me do these things while you're always looking at a crappy computer."

McCaw took a deep breath, trying to calm down his emotions.

"I'm working on the virus and I have to keep abreast of what's going on in Edinburgh."

"Then what did you learn?"

"They have already begun to research the antidote and have made great breakthroughs. Moriarty is also there."

Olos said angrily, "That's really too bad."

That guy Moriarty is a wreck wherever he goes.

"No, I heard that he and his brother killed many zombies and were regarded as gods by the survivors."

Olos yelled, "What!"

This news can destroy a person's three views.

She was trying to calm herself down, she needed to breathe, she immediately opened the door of the helicopter, the strong wind almost blew her mouth crooked.

Until McCoff turned it off and looked at her angrily: "Damn it, are you going to commit suicide?"

"I just want to breathe, it's stuffy, stuffy... What the hell is that brother Moriarty who just popped up out of nowhere?"

Mycroft said blankly, "Who knows?"

"It's not fun at all."

"I heard it's called Thor, a big fool who swings around with a hammer."

I wish I wasn't overthinking it, holding a hammer and calling it Thor, she bet that hammer can still discharge... what is not Thor?

So Moriarty is Loki?The legendary Norse god Loki, the cunning man, treacherous god, shapeshifter, liar, sky walker, air traveler...

Well, she accepted, and it took three seconds.

Back to topic.

"Now we have to find a place to land."

Mycroft glanced at the computer and said, "There is an open space fifty kilometers to the northeast. There are factories and crematoriums nearby."

"Okay, just land there. Before that, please pack our luggage, just to loosen your subcutaneous fat."

Mycroft frowned and said angrily, "Oluos, I've already lost thirty pounds this month, which is a new record."

Oulos said coolly: "Yes, so what if you break the record? You're still fat."

Lance silently watched Sherlock light a cigar from a strange angle, using the various physical functions of the wire.

"Now you can speak."

Lance swallowed his own saliva, and suddenly felt that his life was near.

"I'm from China, specifically from the Qing Dynasty. I was an important official (the kindest eunuch around the Empress Dowager Cixi ~), I have a friend who is a kitchen god and a childhood sweetheart Xiao Feidie (Da Wu), who was later raped. People framed and died. (Suicide, heavy fog~~)”

"I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I was an English boy. It took me half a year to adapt to modern life."

The Bombay cat squinted, his face was expressionless, his expression seemed to be contemptuous, and Lance puffed his cheeks, waiting for the final judgment.

"Are you an important official? But if an idiot like you can become an official, the Qing Dynasty will perish sooner or later."

Brother, don't be so busy complaining. "The Qing Dynasty has perished."

"Because there is a group of idiots." The Empress Dowager Cixi often said this during her lifetime, and Lance couldn't help thinking about it, as if it really made sense.

"So you have absolutely no idea why this body turned into a cat."

Lance was horrified: "Isn't it because of being bitten by a zombie?"

"That's one of the reasons. We have to analyze another reason to change back."

"Maybe I should find a princess. It's popular among you Westerners that a princess kisses an animal and turns into a prince."

"I think I'm much more handsome than Toggy."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. He felt that communicating with the mentally handicapped could also assimilate him to the mentally handicapped. Without him, London would become chaotic, even though it was very chaotic now.

"That can't be you either."

He subconsciously looked down at the absurd zombies on the street. When they found no living things, they were instinctively repeating the last thing they did before them.

Some of their zombies were holding a non-existent mobile phone, looking very anxious, as if they were talking to someone important.

A female zombie was holding a bag in one hand and slamming it into the supermarket door again and again. She must have been a shopaholic when she was alive, and she seemed to be consummated after thinking about it.

oh!There is also a zombie dog. It has been sticking a hind leg on the pillar below them since just now. Obviously, it must be solving physiological problems before it dies, but why is it dawdling under their pillar... must hate cats .

The author has something to say:

Thanks to Jin Xiaolang for the - two - mines, which shook the world, the author was blown up and couldn't stand still, he shook twice, 咻咻咻~

Thank you for bringing your girlfriends to the market—three—landmines, very deep, very deep, very deep, very dead~ very dead~ very dead~ no breathing