Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Welcome to the new article "Where is the Magical Shikigami"! !Originally, Coulson planned to knock Lucy unconscious before coming back, but considering Lucy's special ability and relationship with the Avengers, sooner or later she will know all this.

But when Coulson saw Lucy groping and touching like a country bumpkin entering the city, and talking endlessly in his ear, Coulson really regretted it.

"Is this the entrance of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Is it the entrance? Will it suddenly become a spaceship, and then this poster will become a display screen?" Lucy tapped on the wall with Justin Bieber's autographed poster hanging on it. picture frame.This thing is a bit out of place with the old store full of classical music, opera, and jazz.

"Don't touch it, it was brought back by my granddaughter stepping on the heads of more than 20 people and almost rushing to the Grammy red carpet." The old man of the shop owner shouted from the front desk with his head out.

Lucy put down the picture frame embarrassingly, and Coulson picked out a vinyl record and led Lucy to the audition room.Lucy suppressed her extreme excitement and followed Coulson obediently.Coulson put the record on the record player and sat on the sofa, Lucy held her breath, as if this room would immediately become a train leading to a mysterious space.

Taylor Swift's ballad breakup filled the audition room.

Lucy turned her head stiffly and looked at Coulson in a weird way. Coulson spread his hands: "I just like Taylor Swift, what's wrong? Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are always young." After speaking, Coulson put on his sunglasses, Beating on her feet, humming a tune that Lucy is familiar with: "We~arenevereverever...getting backtogether~"

Lucy: ...

After the two listened for a full three minutes to how Taylor showed off how he was out of the shadow of a broken relationship and would never get back together with poor Jake Gyllenhaal, Lucy was already on the verge of madness.

At this moment, Swift's voice gradually faded, and an electronic female voice sounded: "Recognition, Agent Phil Coulson, welcome back."

The audition room shook suddenly, and Lucy had to help Coulson due to the weightlessness. Lucy clearly felt that she was descending rapidly. She asked Coulson with a smirk, "Before you, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Do you want to listen to a song?"

"That's why I like fast songs." Coulson didn't change his face, "Can you imagine how long those guys who like to pretend to choose the aria have to endure it?"

Sure enough, it's Coulson, the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D., an old driver!

The audition room shook again, and Lucy regained her sense of being down-to-earth. There was a crack in the wall next to the record player, revealing an iron door. The iron door opened, and behind it was an endless corridor. Stretch the wrinkles on the clothes, and gesture a "please" to Lucy.

Lucy walked in anxiously, and when she reached the end, before she pushed the door and entered, she heard a terrible sound of whipping inside.Lucy pushed the door hastily, and she saw a young man, holding a leather paddle, beating a dead body fiercely.

What kind of hobby is this? ?

Lucy was horrified, and after she saw clearly who the corpse was, she was so angry that she almost roared.

"Stop! You bastard!" Lucy pushed the young man away, and looked at the dead body of old Bob with some distress. Even though Bob could no longer be counted as a human being, it was really embarrassing for someone to treat his dead body like this. Chilling, Lucy glared at Coulson who followed, "Does your S.H.I.E.L.D.U.S. treat a person as an experiment, a toy to vent your anger? Even the laboratory experiments with mice will be burned with respect afterwards." Their corpses!"

"Boring." The young man showed no sign of remorse. He took off his gloves, threw the paddle on the experimental table next to him, and said to a staff member, "Give me a report on the bruises on the corpse in half an hour."

He lazily raised his eyelids, and gave Lucy a stingy glance: "Agent?"

Only then did Coulson speak: "The great detective Sherlock Holmes was wrong this time, she is just an ordinary person."

who? ? ? ?

Before Lucy realized that she had yelled, Coulson gave Lucy a strange look: "Sherlock Holmes, a detective from the New York Police Department."

"A consultant," Holmes corrected.

Lucy opened her mouth a few times, but couldn't utter a word. This world is already chaotic enough. DC and Marvel universe merged, and now there is another Sherlock Holmes?Shouldn't Holmes' home court be in England?

At this time, a female voice coughed softly: "I brought the death report of the corpse."

The woman who appeared behind the crowd found a stranger in the room. She stretched out her hand to Lucy. Lucy was surprised to find that it was a Chinese face with thin eyebrows and yellow skin: "Joan Watson, you Are they relatives of the deceased?"

who? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Lucy didn't realize she was asking louder until she heard the echo.

Coulson finally realized something was wrong this time. He pulled Lucy who was struck by lightning, touched his nose, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know anything about them?"

It was too late for Lucy not to admit it. Lucy was stunned for a while before she said bluntly, "In my impression Holmes is British."

"Sherlock is indeed British, and he helped Scotland Yard solve the case before. But how did you know this? Didn't you say you only knew about the New York War?"

Lucy swallowed, avoiding Coulson's question: "In my impression, Watson is a man."

"Huh???" Coulson looked at the bulge on Joan's chest in surprise, and then at Lucy's firm eyes, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Watson is married, and his wife's name is Mary."

Coulson nodded slowly, then turned to Watson and asked, "Miss Watson, may I take the liberty to ask you any changes in your love life recently?"

"No. She has slept with my brother," said Watson and Holmes at the same time.

"Who????????" Lucy finally screamed.

Until she was pushed into the conference room, Lucy was always in a state of being in a daze, and she couldn't hear what others were talking to her.Lucy's brain seemed to be blasted into pieces, and then put back together again, just like this world, it must have been chopped into millions of pieces by some magical power, and then pinched together again indiscriminately.Finally, Lucy calmed down, and with her extensive reading, she finally found a reasonable explanation for the situation in front of her.

What she met was Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson (Joan Watson) in the "Basic Deduction Method". New York version of Sherlock Holmes detective stories.The Americans were insane in order to join Fuhua CP, dared to play and had a big brain, so they directly changed to Watson. They didn't even want to be a military doctor, and directly became an addiction doctor and lived together with Sherlock Holmes.

When Lucy finally calmed down, Holmes and Watson were already discussing the case.

"The deceased was 45 years old. Witnesses saw him committing suicide by jumping from a high building. Judging from the report, it is a little doubtful. If he jumped from a high building, at least his whole body had a comminuted fracture, but his bones were intact and new. It grows." Watson pushed the report to Coulson, and Coulson read it carefully.

And Holmes sat across from Watson, folded his arms, and said meanly: "Very well, Watson, you have made progress, although the information you provide is of no value at all."

Watson moved his lips, and finally swallowed back the curse on the tip of his tongue.

Sherlock glanced at Lucy: "Who is this?"

"This is Lucy Lang. She directly witnessed Tony's attack, and the one lying in the lab is her old boss." Coulson continued to look down at the report, his eyebrows furrowed more and more.

"Oh Tony." Sherlock seems to be no stranger to Iron Man, "how is he? Last time I helped him find out the case of the Stark Enterprise employees assassinating the director to steal business secrets and sell them to the Hammer Company. He's never been in touch again, what a waste of his brilliant mind saving the world every day."

This is the first time Lucy hears that saving the world is a waste.

"He's a bit post-traumatic." Coulson finally raised his eyes. Lucy glared at him, and Coulson made a soothing gesture, "Mr. Holmes can be trusted, and he won't say anything."

"Because it's so boring that I don't need to worry about it," said Holmes, looking at Watson sarcastically. "But as a friendly suggestion, he can borrow my rehabilitation nurse."

In the end, Watson couldn't hold back and thumped the table: "Be more mature, this is not a kindergarten, and I'm your partner!"

"Not after you had sex with my brother." Holmes said with an unaware sourness in his tone, "You are my nanny now."

"Who I'm with is my freedom, you have no right to tell me what to do." Watson said.

"Even if it's your freedom, you should choose your bed partner carefully. There are 850 million people in New York, and you have to choose a fat man with an empty brain and nothing to do all day long!" Holmes cut his mouth like a knife at Watson.

And Watson did not show any weakness, as if he had caught something, he looked at Holmes contemptuously: "Speaking of the issue of choosing a bed partner carefully, it seems that I was not the one who slept with Moriarty in the first place, and, besides, your brother is not the same at all." Not fat, he has lost weight."

wait, what what? ? ?Holmes and Moriarty having sex?Was Watson and Mycoloft having sex too?What rhythm?Is your detective circle in such a mess?

Lucy, who has not finished watching the first season, has no idea what happened next, but the amount of information in these few sentences is enough to cause Lucy's brain to short-circuit for the second time.

Coulson finally couldn't bear this kind of jealousy that children could see, and knocked on the table with a folder: "Let's get back to the topic, did you find anything strange about Bob Coates' body, Sherlock? Don't tell I asked you to come to see the dead just to flog the corpse."

Holmes finally stopped talking, waved to several people, and returned to the laboratory. He put on his gloves, pressed the head of the deceased with his slender fingers, and turned him slightly, so that everyone could see the dead man's back. Something weird, Coulson and Lucy gasped at the same time.

On Bob's back, densely covered with scales, extending below the waistline.

Holmes opened the eyelids of the deceased. Generally speaking, after a human dies, the pupils of the eyes will dilate, but Bob's eyes have already mutated. The eyeball is like a blue bead, and the pupil is like a keyhole, narrowed into a strip vertical seam.