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

Ah, misstep.

Josie was soaking wet, wrapped in a blanket and sitting on a chair with a cup of hot cocoa.

She never calculated that the murderer was still near the crime scene, so she didn't use her mind-reading ability. When she found the electron microscope, she was so excited that she didn't even notice that someone was approaching behind her. She took a sudden blow. Now The back of the neck still hurts, and the skin around it is probably red and swollen.

But fortunately, she just fainted after being beaten, but she woke up again when the whole person fell into the river, and when the police came to pick her up from the river, she had already swam ashore by herself, and Paramedics examined her and found no signs of a concussion.

I don't know if this is another benefit brought by superpowers, the head is more resistant to falling and hitting.

Such a thought made Josie feel a little embarrassed.

She looked at the handcuffed murderer not far away. He had already sat in the police car. Through the car window, Josie could vaguely see him bowing his head and saying nothing.

Josie used her ability on him, and was listening to his heart at this moment, trying to get some more useful information, whether the "sh" written by the murderer holding the hand of the deceased after the murder really referred to Sherlock Holmes.

【What should I do... What should I do if everyone finds out... All my efforts are in vain... Two years of research materials are all wrong... Two years of hard work will be overthrown by Sherlock Holmes... ...What should I do...Peter is dead...Will I be sentenced...No!wrong!These are all the fault of Sherlock Holmes and Peter Clark...] Although she still can't know the exact cause of the incident, Josie can roughly guess that it is the hatred caused by academic differences.

It is estimated that the results of the research that Sherlock and the deceased were doing overturned the results of the murderer, so they tried to blame Sherlock for the murder.

The policeman standing next to Josie saw her staring at the murderer in the car, so he asked, "How did you find the electron microscope and gloves?"

"Mycroft Holmes told me all the discoveries at the scene. I only guessed it based on speculation. It's just good luck to find it."

"Mycroft Holmes?"

Josie nodded, and took another sip of hot cocoa, "It's the brother of the suspect Sherlock Holmes that you caught wrongly. He's from the government."

The policeman nodded, and suddenly realized, "No wonder the superiors have not allowed to speed up the interrogation of Sherlock Holmes."

The policeman's words made Josie laugh out loud. She thought of the phrase "There is someone on my head" in Wulin Biography, and then matched it with Sherlock's face. She felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

Because she was the discoverer of the evidence, she was attacked by the murderer. After a simple inspection to make sure that nothing happened, Josie was taken back to the police station by the police. She changed her soaked clothes, and Josie covered her half-wet hair with a blanket, sat on the sofa, and patiently answered all the police's questions.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation and helping us catch the murderer..."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that the police in England are so incompetent that they need the help of a 14-year-old girl to catch a murderer who is criminally retarded?"

Familiar voice, indifferent tone, and disdainful tone, Mycroft will not appear at the police station, and only Sherlock will be left.

Josie turned her head, and the large movement pulled the injury on the back of her neck. She let out a cold cry, and raised her hand to support the back of her neck. Because she couldn't raise her head up, she couldn't see Sherlock's face, only Xia Luo's face. Locke's belly—the clothed kind.

"You have been released. I thought you even packed your dinner in the police station."

"The low IQ of the police has affected my appetite."

Josie stood up and looked apologetically at the policemen in the room who were shot innocently, "I'm sorry, he has no brains, and he doesn't talk through his brain." Then she turned around and bought it for her. The white skirt also personally thanked the policeman who recorded her statement, and hurriedly dragged Sherlock out.

"You called Mycroft." Sherlock took off the blanket covering Josie's head and threw it to a policeman who passed by beside him. Regardless of the surprised eyes of others, he looked straight at looking at Josie.

Josie ignored Sherlock, but reached out to touch the almost dry hair, and then walked straight to the door.

Sherlock followed Josie's footsteps, "He told you that I disappeared last night."

"Listen, Sherlock, I don't care where you went last night, but I hope you didn't really go last night..." Josie paused in the middle of her sentence.

"Oh, it looks like Mycroft knows what I did last night, and he told you."

Josie was still covering the back of her neck, looking up at Sherlock with some difficulty, "Yes, half an hour ago, Mycroft sent me a text message, saying that you went to a homeless settlement in London last night land."

"What else?" Sherlock looked directly at Josie with his gray-blue eyes.

Their eyes were both blue, but Josie's were much brighter than his, like the London sky on a sunny day.

"He told me, you go...hey."

Sherlock smiled, "Since when did Mycroft speak so reservedly?"

"It's not subtle, at least I understand," Josie said with anger in her eyes, which Sherlock rarely saw, "but I hope you can tell me the truth."

"Yeah, I tried something to get me excited last night, and it worked out pretty well."

Josie took a few deep breaths and suppressed her anger, "If it wasn't for the pain in the back of my neck, I really want to slap you, Sherlock."

But Sherlock didn't take Josie's words seriously, he just shrugged his shoulders.

"No, no, Sherlock, you may not be surprised to say it, but I really wanted to hit you for a long time, why are you... hiss..." Josie became more and more excited as she spoke, and even hurt the back of her neck , "You were obviously a bit of a bear when you were young, but why did you become more and more rebellious when you grew up?"

"It has been said that I am a high-functioning antisocial personality..."

"Fuck your high functioning sociopath, that's not your excuse for doing drugs!"

Josie's angry roar resounded throughout the front hall of the police station, and the policemen coming and going were all attracted by the sound to look this way. Josie, who was getting angry, also realized that her voice was too loud, so she had to hold her neck with one hand, Pulling Sherlock with one hand, he quickly walked out of the police station.

"Listen, I don't care if you smoke cigarettes or put on nicotine patches or anything, but you can't touch drugs, it will destroy you."

"I'm not addicted, I just need some stimulation for my brain, and you have to know that even if it's a drug, each one is different, some are soft..."

"I said it! I don't care! I only care that it's drugs! And you, Sherlock Holmes, think about those poor organs of yours, they don't need those things to stimulate them, you already have the whole night." You have the habit of doing experiments and solving crimes all night long, and you don’t usually eat well, yes, you are still young now, and you still have the capital to consume your health, but what about in the future?”

"It's my body and I know how to balance it."

"..." Josie stopped. They were standing on a busy street surrounded by passers-by in a hurry. No one noticed their quarrel. She looked at Sherlock's indifferent eyes In her eyes, the summer wind is obviously warm, but it makes her feel cold when it blows on her still-dry hair, she let go of Sherlock's wrist, "Is there no one who can persuade you?" ?”

"No."

Sherlock's answer chilled Josie.

She suddenly felt aggrieved and felt that she was superfluous.

She began to think back on everything, and then realized that this was a world that could function normally without Josie Jonathan.

Without her, Sherlock Holmes would have grown up normally, a brilliant consulting detective, brimming with the thrill of solving crimes.

Without her, Sherlock Holmes would still be roommates with Watson, and Watson would become his closest and most capable friend and assistant.

Without her, Sherlock Holmes can stay up late every day without eating on time and live healthy and healthy.

Josie suddenly realized that even after traveling to this world, she still couldn't change anything. She spent 14 years around Sherlock, and she always naively thought that she could bear all the bad things about Sherlock. Then help him, through 14 years, she spent 14 years doing something she thought could help Sherlock.

What is she doing this for?

Josie herself didn't know.

Is it because she knows that Sherlock Holmes is the protagonist of this world?

No, no, 14 years of getting along, even without a little bit of emotional foundation can cultivate an impressive friendship.

Josie fell into confusion. She returned home in a trance, ignored the caring greetings from her parents, and walked back to the room alone with heavy steps—this is the only one in this strange but familiar world that truly belongs to her. Her own little space.

She locked the door, closed the windows, and drew the curtains.

She was sitting on the floor next to the bed, hugging her knees, and the backpack was thrown on the ground at her feet. The mobile phone in the bag was vibrating, and the light from the screen of the mobile phone penetrated the canvas fabric of the backpack, lighting up the dark room.

Josie opened her backpack and took out her mobile phone. The screen of the mobile phone showed that it was Melissa's call. She pressed the connect button and put it to her ear.

The backpack is waterproof, so when I fell into the river today, a lot of water did not leak into the bag, and the mobile phone survived, but the sound quality of the earpiece was much worse because it was a little damp.

"Josie, you don't have time to watch a movie today, and I didn't go in the end. I stayed at home and played with my sister's Barbie doll all day. I'm bored to death. What's going on with you today? Listening to your voice in the morning is amazing. Anxious."

Josie put her chin on her bent knees, "It's okay, I just went to deal with some things, but it's all taken care of now."

"Speaking of which, are you ready to go to the United States to participate in the art competition next month? Is there anything else you want to buy? If so, I can accompany you to buy quickly. I really envy you, and I really want to go Playing in the United States, which city are you going to this time?"

"Los Angeles, and New York."

"Ahh! I want to go too, but I have to go to the summer camp next month, and I still can't bring my mobile phone. Then we won't be able to contact, but it doesn't matter, just remember to buy me a gift. !"

Melissa's energetic voice made Josie's depressed mood a lot better. She smiled, "There's no problem with the gift, the handsome guy can't bring it back for you."

"Can we still be good friends?" Melissa was depressed, "But I really envy you. You can have a specialty that I love so much, and you can develop this specialty to become better and better. Unlike me, I don't have any specialties..."

Josie froze, Melissa's voice was still chattering on the other end of the phone, but she was fascinated by a "specialty".

Yes, Melissa is right, Josie has such a great talent.

Before time travel, she was a young and outstanding architectural designer. She loved this job and cherished every design draft.

She used to be a person who lived for herself, but since crossing, the center of her world has become Sherlock.

Perhaps for her who has just traveled to this strange world, Sherlock is the only person she knows and is familiar with. The sense of security prompts her to approach Sherlock. At that time, Sherlock was the only person she knew in this strange world. rely on.

But now everything has changed, Sherlock has his own life and work, and Josie can't always be around him anymore.

Sherlock has found the life he is after. He loves excitement and adventure, just like Josie once, who loves architectural design and spends time on design drafts.

So it's time for her to make some changes, she should have a life that is completely her own, instead of continuing to take care of Sherlock meticulously like a worried mother.

After finishing the phone call with Melissa, Josie got up and turned on the light in the room. She sat down in front of the computer and entered the search word "s" in the Google search bar. It didn't take long for tens of millions of related articles to appear on the page. Link.

Josie looked through them one by one carefully, trying to make some strategies for her trip to the United States next month. She wrote down all the buildings she wanted to visit in her notebook.

It wasn't until she saw a noun that was almost impossible to appear in this world that the movement in her hand stopped.

"Many history buffs speculate that government intelligence agencies are still secretly looking for Captain America, who disappeared during World War II."

"Looking for Captain America?" Josie felt a little unbelievable, "Could it be that this world also has Marvel? Impossible, why have I never heard Melissa mention such a popular series of comics..."

Josie clicked on the webpage out of curiosity, but the content inside made her more and more shocked. She hurriedly exited the webpage and searched for "rica" ​​on Google. Every piece of information showed that in this world , Captain America once existed in real life, not just a character living in the Marvel series of cartoons.

Josie went on to search for Marvel, but couldn't find any relevant information, so she had to enter Tony Stark, all the political, military and lace news about him appeared, and the encyclopedia had no information about Tony Stark. His identity is the chairman of Stark Industries, and there is no other information that says he is a superhero.

Calculated at this time, Tony Stark has not yet become Iron Man, and now he is still the smart, wealthy and caring chairman of Stark Industries, and Captain America is still frozen, and has not been rescued from the sea by S.H.I.E.L.D. Salvage it.

This discovery surprised Josie. She originally thought that she had just traveled to Shenxia's world, but she didn't expect that there was a world she knew well on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Josie stared at the computer screen, then suddenly seemed to think of something, and reached out to take the pendant hanging around her neck out of her clothes.

The pendant is inlaid with nothing else, it is the little stone that allowed her to wake up after a coma seven years ago and gain superpowers. She once asked her father to take it for elemental analysis, but the analysis result showed that it was just a small stone. Small ordinary meteorite fragments are the kind of small fragments that can't be sold for much money even if they are sold. They don't contain any harmful substances to the human body. A small meteorite was inlaid on the necklace and given to her, and she also wore the necklace around her neck and never took it off except when taking a bath.

Josie looked at the small meteorite in her palm, and she had a strong premonition.

This meteorite must not be as simple as Dad's test results said.

And the United States is the place that can answer all her doubts about this meteorite.