[Comprehensive British and American] Sherlock shows love everyday

“鲍威尔·哈代,47岁,美国人,毕业于哥伦比亚大学法学院。1995年6月20日,他4岁的儿子失踪于家中,后来被证实死于‘食人者’托马斯·麦克雷之手。2000年，鲍威尔·哈代辞去律师一职加入FBI，同年成为探员。本月22日，FBI华盛顿分部办事处报告了鲍威尔·哈代在调查一宗毒品交易案时失踪。”贾维斯行动迅速,鲍威尔·哈代的简要生平几乎顷刻间就被调了出来。

"It doesn't look suspicious." Stark, who was pressing an ice pack on his head with one hand, looked at the information sent by Jarvis, and found nothing wrong. "The report says that this Powell Hardy disappeared while investigating a drug dealing case. Before that, his whereabouts have been recorded. It doesn't look like he has anything to do with Dr. Lecter." But nothing can be seen from the report.

"No, Agent Hardy disappeared before the FBI reported his disappearance." Sherlock crossed his hands and pointed to the report projected by Jarvis, "The FBI's previous records of Powell Hardy's actions are all Contact via email and telephone. 'Powell Hardy' reported work progress to his superiors and communicated with colleagues all through email and telephone, during which he did not appear in person once." Email and telephone are too easy for impersonators up.

"Sweetheart, you said that you once sent anonymous materials to this person, reporting to him that Hannibal Lecter was an ogre?" Iron Man knew that Sherlock had something to say, but he was more curious about Alice's thoughts. "When was that?" He had never heard the little girl mention this matter.

"On the third day after I found out that Hannibal Lecter moved across the door from my house? No, the fourth day." Alice recalled the situation at that time, "I found out that his name was Hannibal Lecter. I went to live in my classmate’s apartment temporarily. After that, I searched online for all the cannibalism cases, unsolved homicide cases and disappearance cases that occurred in the Manhattan area in the past two years.” The family carefully selected and didn’t sleep much for several nights, She had only found five cases that she thought might be related to Hannibal. "My dad knew Powell Hardy, and I know his son was killed by an ogre. I don't have any proof. If I call other police or law enforcement agencies, I suspect a neighbor who has only met once is an ogre. , they're going to think I'm crazy. So I mailed the papers to Powell Hardy, and I think . . . "

"You think he feels the same way, and he will definitely pay attention to the clues you provide, and then investigate." Sherlock planned for Alice.

"...Yes." She believed that Powell Hardy, who had lost his beloved son, would never let any potential ogre go, so she sent the information to him. "But after several investigations by Mr. Barnes and S.H.I.E.L.D., it was confirmed that Hannibal Lecter was not suspected of cannibalism, so I put this matter aside." When the alarm was contacted, she felt that there was no cannibal living beside her. After the demon, Alice also forgot about it.

Until now.

"Do you think Powell Hardy was killed by Hannibal Lecter?" If so, that would be terrible.

"Sweeheart, you can't think like that." Although he was humiliated by being hit by the opponent, Stark was still enthusiastic about guiding. "Powell Hardy is an FBI agent, a very high-ranking one. The drug dealing case he is investigating involves a wide range, plus he has solved many cases before. There are no FBI agents who have been retaliated by criminals , You can’t easily draw conclusions just because he might have investigated Hannibal Lecter.” An FBI agent who has repeatedly solved crimes can have enemies that a little girl like Alice can’t imagine.

"That's it." Sherlock agreed with Iron Man's statement. "There are doubts about Powell Hardy's disappearance, but this does not mean that Hannibal Lecter must be guilty. Evidence is required for everything. You can't blame someone just because you have doubts. "At the very least, he still has no evidence to prove that Powell Hardy's disappearance must have something to do with Hannibal Lecter.

"I know this." Alice nodded, "I know that this kind of thing can't be easily concluded. But it's just..." Hannibal behaved so strangely on Christmas Day, and now the news of Powell Hardy's disappearance suddenly came , she just couldn't help seeing the two things together.

"Didn't you dispel your doubts before? Why did you suddenly start to doubt Mr. Lecter again?" Stark held up the ice pack and felt tired, so he asked Mark Four to come over and help him hold it.

"I had no place to go alone on Christmas Day, so Mr. Lecter invited me to his house for dinner." I got up and went to the refrigerator to change a new ice pack for Iron Man, and Alice sat back down again. "During the meal, Mr. Lecter's conversation made me feel a little..." She hesitated.

"Something?" Sherlock asked with interest.

"I can't say it well, but I just feel... In the past, Mr. Lecter made me feel very... authoritative? It's the kind of temperament that psychologists have, and people will believe him unconsciously. But when I was eating on Christmas Day It’s not the same.” Recalling the situation at the time, Alice scratched her hair, “We talked about religion during the meal. I’m an atheist, but Mr. Lecter said he believed in the law of the jungle. I know the belief in the jungle The law is nothing, but the way he said it... seemed to be contemptuous of God, and..." It felt like she couldn't put it into words.

"Thor will cry, Alice. He is a real god in Nordic mythology, as if he was fake." Stark joked, "Do you think his performance that day was different from your previous impression?" He himself had seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter several times.

"You think he's too arrogant when he talks about religion, as if he's the god himself?" Sherlock hit the nail on the head.

"...It's hard to say, it seems so?" Alice bit her lips, "Mr. Lecter seems to think that he can dominate others?" Immediately changed the subject. "I can't tell what's wrong, but I just think he's a bit weird." But being weird doesn't mean she has evidence to prove that Hannibal is a bad guy.

"Many elite agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. have anti-social personalities, and they think they can dominate everything. For specific examples, you can refer to Phil Coulson." Always black Coulson's Iron Man rubbed his face. "Whether this Powell...Hardy's disappearance has anything to do with Hannibal Lecter is yet to be confirmed." But the suspicion is certain.

"Mr. Stark, I don't think we need to tell S.H.I.E.L.D. about this?" Sherlock took over the topic, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has been too busy with finishing work recently, it's hard to believe they have the ability to do it again. An internal investigation." Speaking of getting up, the big detective put on his coat, "What do you think?" He stood opposite Iron Man.

"I don't care," Stark didn't mind Sherlock investigating the matter, "the matter of number7 is almost too busy. Cap and Romanov are flying to England every day now. Your brother Mycroft...well, very Hardly an easy partner to work with.”

"You're too tactful." Sherlock took down his brother's stage and said mercilessly, "Mycroft is now working on digging out some news from the Avengers, if I were you, I wouldn't let everyone A fool who has muscles in his body but doesn't know how to use his brain to deal with problems." Sherlock knew every move of the "British Government".

"Oh, I pretended I didn't realize that the phrase 'a fool who is full of muscles but doesn't know how to use his brain' refers to Captain America." The two exchanged a few words of ridicule, and then Stark looked at Alice, " Sweetheart, the apartment you lived in last time is still vacant, if you need it, you can go live there, although Romanov and Barton are not at home, but the security of Stark Industries is still doing very well." The little girl was and He felt guilty about the separation of his parents.

"No, she doesn't need it." Sherlock was already getting ready to go, "Her apartment is fine now." Living next door to the suspect, the right time, place and people are all available.

"Sherlock, what do you mean?" Alice suddenly had a bad feeling. "Since Mr. Lecter is now suspected, I think I should go..."

"No, it's good for you to live where you are now." Turning around and walking towards the elevator, the big detective didn't look back, "Alice, you have to learn to be content."

"What are you content with?" The detective's brain circuit was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like her, and Alice was confused by Sherlock's reaction.

"Oh, you might live next to an ogre." With one hand pressing the elevator door button, the big detective was full of hatred, "Think about it, a cold-blooded, thoughtful, high-functioning anti-social personality Ogre. Alice, this opportunity is once in a lifetime!"

"...thank you, I think I'd be more than happy to pass this on to you. Go live!" "Tony, then I'd better borrow... ah, what are you doing!" Sherlock strode back from the elevator and took Alice's arm.

"gone!"

"I don't! I won't go with you!!!"

……

"What the hell are you thinking?!" Alice stood in front of the main entrance of the Avengers Building, jumping.Sherlock involuntarily pulled her down, so that she couldn't even negotiate with Iron Man about renting. "Sherlock, I feel that a safe living environment is good for my physical and mental health. And a neighbor who may be an ogre will destroy my sense of security. So I think the most important thing I should do now is to get out of that elevator. Go up and borrow an apartment from the 'understanding and generous' Iron Man children's shoes!" Emphasizing the words "understanding and generosity", Alice tried to make the big detective in front of her understand that the other party's behavior at the moment is neither Empathetic, but not generous.

But unfortunately, she met the detective Sherlock Holmes.

"b", Sherlock stopped in front of the little girl, just not allowing her to go back into the elevator. "Alice, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Not everyone can have a potential murderous neighbor, and you should be excited, not scared." God knows, if Moriarty lived next door to him...

"You can borrow money from Mr. Mycroft, and then buy an apartment near Professor Moriarty's house, then you can be excited every day." With her hands on her hips, Alice was overwhelmed by the detective's magical brain circuit. I can't care less about my image. "But since I'm not you, I still decided to move." Pushing Sherlock who was standing in front of her like a wall, Alice was very angry, "Get out of the way!"

"No." The big detective replied simply.

"I said get out of the way!"

"No!"

"Cough cough cough..." The security guard next to him pretended to cough a few times.

"What?!"

"what?"

Alice and Sherlock turned to question each other at the same time.

"Oh no, nothing, nothing." The security personnel did not resist the pressure.Come on, Mr. Happy, someone is doing strange things in our lobby on the first floor!

"Sherlock, get out of the way, or I'll be rude." Alice began to pick out her pockets.

"Oh, are you looking for this stun gun?" Sherlock took something out of his pocket and tossed it in his hand. "It's not bad. But the way you store the weapon makes this Electricity=shock=the gun has lost its intended function. Didn’t Captain America and Barnes teach you? Weapons should be placed close to your body.” The big detective with his head raised didn’t know, his current posture looked particularly awkward.

"...Give it back to me!" When did he touch the thing away? "hurry up!"

"You also went to the training course." Easily avoiding the little girl's hand, Sherlock continued his flat tone unhurriedly, "The posture is not standard, the strength is not enough, the response is slow, and there is no actual combat experience. Where did you spend it?" The money? You have been cheated." The little girl must have paid the money after seeing other people's ostentation.

"..." Taking a deep breath, Alice tried to restrain her urge to beat Sherlock. "Sherlock, give me back the things." Stretching out her hand in front of the other party, Alice was very angry.

"You can't beat me." The detective easily saw what the other party was thinking. "Stop making trouble, let's go." Putting the electric = shock = gun in Alice's hand, Sherlock looked like the other party was just making trouble for no reason.

"Stop making trouble? Who made it?!" Alice finally understood how Dr. Watson felt. "It was clearly you just now..." He actually beat him up? !

"Are you ready?" Standing on the edge of the maximum distance that could be sensed by the sensor door, Sherlock's hands were behind his hands, and his face was testing Alice's expression.

"Preparing for what?" She picked up the electric = shock = gun bitterly, she didn't understand what the other party meant.

"Okay," Sherlock seemed to shake his head helplessly, and then a handcart pulled the girl's arm deep in his body. "Hold on to me."

The door opened.

"Hey, Miss Thorne, do you have any hatred for Mr. Stark?"

"Is what just happened really an accident?"

"Are you one of Iron Man's female companions?"

"May I ask if the attack just now was caused by love and hatred?"

"I noticed that the studio you work in was the first company to report that Mr. Stark was wearing duckling underwear. Is this another public relations operation?"

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Miss……"

"Please talk..."

Alice finally understood what the big detective meant.She grabbed the opponent's arm tightly, then was half dragged and half hugged by Sherlock, and finally made a bloody way out of the siege of the reporters.

"What about now?" The unrepentant reporter was still chasing after her, and Alice asked pantingly, not even caring about her messed up hair.

"This way." Sherlock, who had already memorized the street map of Manhattan, pulled him past him and started running for his life again.

"Now...is it okay now?" Crouching next to the trash can in a small alley one block away from the Avengers Building, Alice felt that half of her life had already been lost. "I can't do it anymore. If you beat me to death, I won't be able to run anymore..." This was the day she had exercised the most in her life. "It can't be done, it can't be done..." She was about to throw up as she ran.

"The stamina is too poor, even a cat can run faster than you." Sherlock stood aside with one hand in his pocket, in stark contrast to the girl who was about to collapse to the ground.

"So, that's why I'm not a cat..." The baby was exhausted.

"Can we go? It looks like we have another companion." Sherlock looked at the opposite street, er, and looked back at Alice.

"What? Here again?!" Alice, who had completely collapsed to the ground, was about to cry, "What did those reporters grow up on, and they ran so fast?!" Even better than Bolt!The reporter is still carrying heavy camera equipment!

"Okay, stop complaining, get up quickly." Sherlock almost lifted Alice up with his hands, "Go quickly."

#I am the dividing line where the heroine is tired into a dog#

"I...I'm going to die..." Sitting in front of the gate of her house, Alice leaned against the door, and her whole body was already collapsed.

"Are you going to sleep here?" The second half of the journey was almost equivalent to walking with each other, and Sherlock was also tired.

"I, I can't get up..." Who is Hannibal? What is Number7?Who is Vincent?Alice didn't care at all now.If she died a heroic sacrifice because of the long-distance running today, then all this has nothing to do with her. "I really can't do it... I'm going to die..." She didn't even have the strength to find the key from the bag.

"Finally, the last person chasing us, who is it..." Chased from that alley to the subway station, and from the subway station to Central Street.Alice was almost crying when she was chased. "Which newspaper, I...I want revenge..." Because of the other party's hot pursuit, she almost threw her life on running.

"The last one? That man is an agent sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to spy on you." Sherlock leaned against the wall, talking nonstop, "Planting the key in a potted plant? Stupid decision..." He didn't say a word After finishing, he was interrupted by Alice's suddenly rising tone.

"What?!" Agents sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to monitor her? !The agents sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to spy on her got dumped by them? ! "You..." I really want to scratch this shameless person to death! ! !

"What?" Sherlock didn't think he was wrong at all. "Don't you hate them? You're just playing with them. You'll go home anyway, so don't worry about them making trouble for you." He waved his hand nonchalantly.

"You bastard!" Alice wanted to vomit blood now, "You, you're mad at me..." He meowed, knowing that the great detective is unreliable!

"I..." Sherlock still wanted to quibble.

"Ding dong", the elevator door opened.

"Alice, what's wrong with you?" Dr. Hannibal Lecter stepped out of the elevator car with a briefcase in his hand, "Why are you sitting at the door? And Mr. Holmes..." Go Standing still in front of the two, Hannibal looked him up and down. "Did Mr. Holmes send Alice home? I saw the commotion before." He seemed to want to help the girl sitting on the ground.

"Oh, NO, I didn't send her home." Sherlock took the first step, half pulled and half picked up the little girl on the ground, "I came back with her."

"What?" Hannibal asked puzzled.

"Oh, Doctor Lecter, let's get to know Sherlock Holmes officially." The detective put one arm around Alice to prevent her from slipping, and stretched out the other hand, "From today, I will live here. "

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The author has something to say: 3 o’clock and [-] o’clock later, what? (づ￣[-]￣)づ╭? ~ Is the paw hardworking?praise me