[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Charles' hemiplegia has followed him for many years, and he has not gone to treatment before. It is not an easy thing to connect a broken nerve, so he has not recovered until now.

Lydia is sincere when she says she wants to treat him, but she has just mastered this skill. It is not difficult to control a simple structure like a plant, but the nerves of the human body are too complicated for her. She is learning by herself recently. In medicine, I am even seriously considering whether to go to a hospital for an internship for a period of time.

Now she can only use the ability to heal the professor's bald head first - the hair she gave birth to when she first came was only half an hour's real hair, and later it was said that it turned into a simulated wig, and the professor wore it on the first day After class, I took it off the next day to restore my bald head.

Going bald is easier than treating a spine. Lydia just needs to stimulate cell activity, and by Halloween, Charles has a short layer of hair sprouting from his head.

It looks shorter than the board size, but at least it is much more beautiful than a bald head.

On Halloween, Lydia teleported to London after a little lunch. Due to the time difference, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when she arrived in London.

The place where Lydia appeared was still in the alley on Baker Street. When she walked out of the alley, she looked at the opposite window. The curtains of 221B were not drawn, and there seemed to be no one inside.

It was still early, so she simply called Watson. Since she had a plan to come this time, she had already activated international roaming.

"Hey, Watson." Lydia came out of the alley naturally, turned a corner, and walked a few steps slowly, "I'm in London, do you need my help? I seem to have arrived a little too early."

Watson on the other end of the phone was a little surprised: "Lydia! You showed up just in time! We had an appointment for a cake at the cake shop on Brick Street, but we have something to do right now and we can't find time—"

When he said this, he whispered: "And you know that Sherlock will never be able to help you with some things. At the party at night, he must come to the laboratory to do an experiment first. I can only trouble you, Lydia."

"No problem." Lydia responded happily, turned a corner and stopped a taxi, and then repeated the address given by Watson to the driver.

Sherlock's voice came faintly from the phone: "John, help me get the phone."

Watson elongated his voice helplessly: "Where is it?"

"It's in my right pocket." Sherlock's voice moved closer, and soon he said, "Thank you."

Obviously, Watson obediently took out the phone for him.

After a while of footsteps, Watson's voice came from the receiver again. He seemed to have gone a little farther now, and apologized to Lydia: "Sorry, Lydia."

Every time Lydia heard the interaction between the two of them, she found it very interesting, and she was not impatient at all. She smiled and leaned on the back of the taxi seat: "It's okay, you are so interesting."

"Oh, Lydia, please." Watson couldn't help complaining, "It's really hard to find another person like Sherlock."

Lydia added with a smile: "I can't find anyone as smart as him."

"Yes, he is the smartest person I have ever met." Watson praised again, and Sherlock started calling his name again. See you, Lydia."

Lydia stared at the phone and smiled. Chatting with Watson has always been a pleasure, because the other party's attitude is always very optimistic and cheerful.

The driver arrived at the destination not long after, and parked the car on the side of the road: "Here we are, miss."

Lydia converted some pounds. While waiting for the change, she looked out the window, and her gaze was immediately attracted by the building across the road. She asked the driver curiously, "Where is the opposite side?"

The driver handed the change to Lydia and said casually, "It's a private museum, but no one has heard of what's inside."

Lydia nodded, and when she walked into the cake shop, she couldn't help but look back at the building. It looked beautiful from the outside, and there was a wonderful pattern outside the window.

The cake Watson mentioned looks very cute, and it doesn't look like Sherlock's style at first glance.

The whole cake was made into the shape of a pumpkin, which looked very Halloween-like. When she took it away, the clerk reminded her to handle it with care. The pumpkin shell on the outside of the cake is just a thin layer of chocolate It is easy to break if it is bumped.

Hearing that Lydia almost wanted to teleport there when she stepped out of the store.

But before she touched the banknotes in her pocket, she saw two strangely dressed people running out of the private museum opposite, followed by a person in a red cloak.

It was past five o'clock now, and the street already had a Halloween atmosphere. She even saw a few young people dressed as zombies walking past her, and one of them was passing by with a picture on his head. The face with zombie makeup winked at her.

Walking on the main road with such heavy-duty attire, no one paid attention to the strangely dressed people on the opposite side.

Only Lydia took a closer look and found that the red cloak was actually Sherlock!

But didn't Watson say that he would not dress up tonight?

Lydia crossed the road a little helplessly and followed.

They didn't run slowly, but the museum was already diagonally opposite, and there was a short distance, so Lydia quickly caught up.

However, when her hand touched the red cloak behind Sherlock, the surrounding scene suddenly changed—she saw ripples in the surrounding space, and then the whole world turned upside down like Inception body.

The two people in front of her conjured two gleaming golden whips out of thin air and held them in their hands. One of them smiled sullenly: "Strange, I didn't expect a beautiful woman to die with you at this time."

Strange?

She stared at the golden whip a little unresponsive, and before she could speak, the other party whipped it over without saying a word.

Lydia quickly exchanged the money for a powerful skill, but her foot was still not stable enough, she was shaken by the whip, and the cake in her hand fell to the ground, and the core of the cake inside the pumpkin shattered one place.

Lydia held back her swear words, turned her head to look at the red cloak beside her, and found that his beard wasn't glued on, and his face didn't look so long, so she realized that she might have recognized the wrong person.

But Lydia didn't feel embarrassed, she smiled generously: "Sorry, you look too much like a friend of mine."

That Strange looked at the whip wrapped around Lydia's feet, and didn't say a word. He conjured up a whip that was exactly like the enemy's. Before he could move, the other party suddenly withdrew the whip and made a move. The action of spinning.

Lydia just felt dizzy, and she slid along the road to a building on the side, and her knee hit the ground.

Up, down, left, and right all changed directions, and the cake on the ground fell to the wall of the building.

Lydia was rarely in such a mess. She almost wanted to swear at this moment. She renewed the ability with a burst of anger, and showed a sharp smile at the two men opposite.

Without any discussion at all, she and Strange rushed over together, and the two of them didn't know what state of mind they were in, and they both chose to attack her.

Seeing the two golden whips swinging towards her shoulders, Lydia didn't dodge at all, but stretched out her hands cooperatively to let the whips wrap around her wrists.

Then she grabbed the end of the whip with her backhand, pulled the two people together in front of her with a little force, then lightly pressed their shoulders, and showed a gentle smile to them: "I'm actually not I don't like violence."

You must know that her skill of two hundred dollars can directly dent the iron robot into a big hole. She even gritted her teeth and exchanged for four hundred dollars this time. These two people did not lose wrongly.

Although these two people can use magic, their physical fitness is at the level of ordinary people in the final analysis. London is not like New York where superheroes often haunt. They have never seen someone like Lydia in their lifetime. Trembling like two quails, the arrogance just now was gone.

Lydia didn't know the cause and effect of the incident at all, and she didn't know what to do with these two people, but at this time she couldn't be subdued at all, so she just knocked them unconscious with a knife in one hand, and then straightened up and looked at that Si trange.

"Actually, I don't advocate violence." Lydia smiled at Strange, repeated it, and stretched out her hand to Strange, "Hi, my name is Lydia Morrison."

"Stephen Strange." The other party didn't reach out his hand, but just showed a slightly friendly smile, but it disappeared quickly, and his stern face looked more like Sherlock.

The name sounded familiar, but Lydia couldn't remember it for a while.

Seeing that the other party was not willing to shake hands, Lydia withdrew her hand naturally. She looked at the messy cake box on the ground, and pinched the banknotes to restore it with supernatural powers, but Strange made the move first.

He opened his hand to the box of cakes on the ground, and he didn't see any spells in his mouth. The box of cakes gradually recovered, and even the bow on the box was the same as before.

This skill is worth at least fifty dollars.

Lydia looked away from his scarred hands with an unchanged expression, as if she hadn't seen his trembling hands, and smiled admiringly at him: "This is another kind of magic. Is it? It's amazing!"

Strange didn't speak, but he could see that he was in a good mood. He nodded slightly towards Lydia, turned around and walked into the museum.

Lydia stared at his red cloak for a while, and suddenly saw the hem of the cloak fly up, waved at her with the corner of the cloak in a very humane gesture, and even blew her a kiss—God knows How does a cloak make such a move.

Strange seemed to have sensed the movement of his cloak, he pulled the cloak lightly with his hand, turned his head and said something, and the cloak hung obediently behind him again.