[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

A man and a woman are standing in an unremarkable workshop in an amusement park. The small space is eerily quiet. They hold their breath and look in the same direction. The noise outside the workshop seems to be another world to them. .

Sherlock was half-bent, his gray-blue eyes stared straight at the thread in his left hand, and the right hand holding the knife cut off the thread in his hand without hesitation, and the red countdown number "dropped" finally Stopping at three minutes and 27 seconds, Josie, who was standing behind Sherlock, took a step forward, looked at the person who was slowly standing up, and asked, "Where did you throw the other two bombs you just dismantled?"

Sherlock turned and pointed to the door of the workshop, "In that bag."

Josie was originally worried that throwing the dismantled bombs around would cause unnecessary panic, so she walked over to pick up the bag that Sherlock had thrown by the door when Sherlock came in, and threw the third dismantled bomb away. Put it in, and then handed the bag to Sherlock, "Good job, Sherlock, find a place to dispose of it, Polly is still outside, I'll go and see him."

Sherlock took the bag from Josie, and dialed Mycroft's number with the mobile phone in his other hand.

Josie put the baby carriage not far from the door before she came in. When she walked over, the baby in the car was still sound asleep, and her chubby little face was flushed with sleep, Josie couldn't help poking her. He poked, "I really envy you that you can sleep so sweetly at this time."

As she spoke, she looked up, and Sherlock was coming out of the workshop with the bag containing the three dismantled bombs. He walked up to Josie and the stroller, and said to Josie, "McLove Te's people will arrive in a while, you take this child to them."

Josie frowned, "I'll leave Polly in their care, but what about me?"

"The last person who needs to be involved in this incident is you. You follow the child to Mycroft."

"Sherlock, only I know what Adrian is going to do..."

"Then tell me what he's going to do," Sherlock interrupted Josie, "What are you hiding from me? I've been trying to guess for so many years but can't get any results," Sherlock approached Josie, who The hand holding the handle of the stroller tightened, "What do you and Adrian have in common that you don't want to tell me?"

Josie raised her head to meet Sherlock's eyes. Her own panicked face was now reflected in the familiar gray-blue pupils she had seen for so many years. She could see herself clearly. She grabbed Sherlock's right arm with her left hand, her cold fingertips trembling slightly, as if she had finally made a difficult decision, she took a deep breath, and then said slowly, "Sherlock, I'm not from this world."

Sherlock froze for a moment, the force from the grasped right arm made him clearly feel the reality of the person standing opposite, but the other person was telling him something more absurd than having superpowers, "If I understand correctly..."

"Yes, you understand correctly, it literally means that I am not from this world, Sherlock, at least the soul is not, or that my brain waves are from another person who did not exist in this world, I keep The memory of the world I lived in, a very clear memory," Josie looked at the man in front of her, "Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth, all the problems are here, and Adrian knew about it .”

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Adrian knows how useful this matter will be to him?"

"I don't know very well, but I, I have thought of a possibility." Josie let go of Sherlock's hand, lowered her head, her tone was low and depressed.

Sherlock watched Josie lower her head, and lowered her voice, "What's possible?"

"Although I don't know what his ultimate goal is, he may have found a way to go to my original world, and I need to complete this way."

In the private room of an unassuming themed restaurant at the southernmost end of the amusement park, a man in a well-tailored suit is sitting at the dining table, with a laptop and a glass of red wine in front of him, and Annabelle is sitting beside him .

The man picked up the red wine and took a sip, then turned to look at the young Annabelle beside him and said, "The parents of that child should be disposed of after I'm done. give it to you."

Annabelle frowned at the man's words, "Sir..."

"Hush," the man stretched out his index finger to block Annabelle's lips, "I know you love me, my Artemis, so I leave all of mine to you, this is already what you can get You should be satisfied, you are not Josie, you are just Artemis, it is destined that I cannot choose you to be with me."

Annabelle clenched her fist unwillingly, and then let go after a few seconds. She lowered her head respectfully, as if she had done this movement and expression thousands of times: "I see, Adrian Mr. An."

Adam Adrian gently brushed Annabelle's face, and nodded with satisfaction: "You have done a good job, only in this way can you be worthy of such a beautiful name as Artemis, continue to use your ability to make Josie Don't find me so soon."

"Yes, sir."

Josie walked to the table with two cups of hot cocoa, put one down in front of Sherlock, and sat down with another cup. The stroller was parked beside them. Josie was worried that there would be wind after the sun went down in the afternoon, Then he covered the sleeping child in the car with a blanket, then looked around at the endless stream of tourists, and said worriedly: "Is there really no need to notify the police to evacuate the tourists?"

"No, what he wants is more people watching him, and starting to evacuate now will only annoy him."

Josie looked at the time on her phone. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and it had been an hour since the bomb was successfully dismantled. However, Adrian did not contact them again. "Don't you think it's strange?" Holding a warm paper cup, "It's as if he can see us."

"It's easy to hack into the surveillance of the amusement park's security system," Sherlock said, looking up at a monitor in the upper right corner. "He can see us if he wants to."

Josie followed Sherlock's gaze and turned back to look at the monitor facing them, "What will happen if the crowd is evacuated now?"

"Except for the three bombs that have been dismantled, there will be no other bombs in the amusement park, so the only possibility is outside the amusement park, the station, the open-air parking lot, the exit of the amusement park, these places are all possible. "

"I always feel like he's here..." Josie's fingers gently circled the paper cup, "but something stopped me."

"It's not surprising that Adrian is in the amusement park. Even Professor Jonathan may be here. The protagonists of tonight's show plus you are indispensable." Sherlock looked sideways at the child in the stroller, "he His parents should be with Adrian, and our visit to the amusement park today is also in Adrian's plan."

Josie frowned, "Then that phone call this morning..."

"The person calling you is not your friend, but Adrian."

Josie opened her mouth, and Sherlock's words were terribly thoughtful, which made her suddenly at a loss for what to say. The wall of the paper cup containing hot cocoa had already been scratched by her nails. Ford and his female assistant walked towards them. Sherlock sat on the seat and nodded to the visitor. The seat they chose was very remote, and it was not meal time, so there were few people in the restaurant. Poor, Mycroft, who was wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella, looked a little out of place.

Mycroft sat down next to Sherlock. He first glanced at the child in the stroller, motioned for the female assistant to push the stroller out, and then looked at Josie who was sitting opposite, "I thought you and Xia Locke has known each other for so many years and his taste should be similar to his." He looked around, "I didn't expect to choose the date place in the amusement park like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but I think my brother probably You don’t even know what a carousel is.”

Mycroft smiled with satisfaction after killing two birds with one stone in just a few words, "All my people have come in, and all the 35 hostages except Mr. Jonathan have been drugged. He was found locked in a room at the Hyde Park Hilton Hotel in London half an hour ago. Five hours ago, Interpol captured a group of Adrian's men in the United States. They were dealing drugs at the time. After receiving the news, it was discovered that the lost research material on Josie's ability was related to them, and the officials have already communicated, and the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. will probably arrive in London tonight."

Before Josie could speak, Sherlock said, "How does Google describe the carousel?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at his younger brother, "It's just a boring amusement project, you don't have to hack my mobile phone search history for this, Sherlock."

Josie held her forehead helplessly, "What time is it, you guys are still in the mood to play the merry-go-round, I'll definitely take you guys to have fun when I have time after the matter is settled," Josie looked at Mycroft, "God Who's here at the SHIELD? I think something needs to go to Tony."

Sherlock did not speak, took a sip of hot cocoa, and Mycroft was playing with the umbrella handle in his hand, "Black Widow and Captain America."

Both Natasha and the US team were involved in it last time. Based on their understanding of the incident, it is not surprising that they would be sent by S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Sorry, I'll go out and make a phone call first." Josie stood up and left. After walking outside the restaurant, she took out her mobile phone and called Tony.

"Hello, Ms. Jonathan, this is Mr. Stark's housekeeper, Jarvis. Mr. Stark is working in the studio. It will end in about 10 minutes. You can choose to leave a message or call after 10 minutes. Thank you."

"Jarvis, I have something very urgent to find Tony, please help me transfer him, please."

"...Please wait a moment."

After a minute of silence on the other end of the phone, Tony's familiar voice sounded.

"Are you ready to quit your current job?" Tony was beating something in his hand with a hammer, and Jarvis was projecting the page on the phone in mid-air.

"My current job is very good, and I don't want to quit yet. Tony, I have a question for you." The sound of metal banging on the other end of the phone was too harsh, and Josie frowned and put the phone away from her ear.

Hearing Josie's serious tone, Tony, who realized that the problem might be serious, stopped what he was doing, "What's the problem?"

"Is there such a possibility that some abnormal things happened in two completely different time and space because of some kind of opportunity, which caused the two different time and space to collide or overlap at a certain point?"

"If this proposition is based on the fact that 'there are different time and space', theoretically speaking, it is possible."

Josie paused, and thanked the person on the phone in a frustrated tone, but was interrupted by Tony when she was about to hang up.

"Wait, don't worry, but even in theory, there is no strong evidence to prove that it is completely possible, let alone no one has discovered that this possibility exists so far."

"I see, thank you."

Tony put down the hammer in his hand, and gestured with his fingers on the screen projected by Jarvis, "Hmm, if you really want to thank me, then resign and call Pep to ask her to help you get hired in Stark Industries, Recently, there are two new buildings to be selected for construction, she is too busy and needs someone like you to help her share some work."

"It's fine to resign, but if you have anything, you can come to me for help at any time, and I won't refuse." Josie looked at Sherlock who got up and walked towards her, "That's it, we will meet again next time we go to America , I'm hanging up, goodbye."

"Hmm..." Tony looked at the projection screen, and Josie's words barely reached his ears, "Goodbye."

Jarvis hung up the phone and asked very intimately, "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

Tony looked at the internal information of S.H.I.E.L.D. that he had hacked on the projection screen, and was silent for a while, "How long does it take to fly from New York to London?"

"Based on real-time weather and wind direction, less than an hour, sir."

Tony turned his wrist, and the armor that was disassembled and stored flew towards him from all corners of the studio, "Open the window, Jarvis, I'm going to London to experience the exotic atmosphere."

"Strictly speaking, sir, based on history and culture, most Americans would not find Britain exotic..."

However, all that was left to Jarvis was a red figure leaving at supersonic speed.

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Josie: Oh, I can't cover the matter of time travel. I feel that I am the most beloved time traveler in history. Why don't others see when they time travel, but I...

Sherlock: Mainly because I'm smart.

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