[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Sherlock didn't seem to be fascinated by this wonderful scene at all. In fact, he didn't look back at all, and caught the last person who ran not far away.

Lydia's supernatural ability was less than halfway through, but just as her hand touched the corner of a person's clothes, someone in front of her suddenly made a strange gesture. Lydia felt the world spinning, and the world instantly turned upside down.

This feels a little familiar.

She tried to maintain her balance, but her hand had already let go of the person she was holding. She looked at the person at the front, who was the people in the business class. The person seemed to know her, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Say: "Lydia Morrison, the operation in London has failed because of you."

Lydia squinted her eyes for recognition, and finally realized that they looked familiar.

"Oh, I remember." Lydia raised her eyebrows slightly, stood up on the wall, and smiled at him, "I can't recognize you without robes."

"Without Strange's help this time, you won't be able to get out this time." The other party said confidently.

"I'm not in a hurry." Lydia looked at the golden whips in their hands and laughed, "After all, as long as I defeat you, I will definitely be able to get out."

The other party was obviously hurt by Lydia's self-confidence, and they started to fight at the slightest disagreement, and the ready-to-go whip was mercilessly tied to Lydia's ankle.

Lydia's ability is like a cheating tool. Even though magic brings convenience to these mages, she can completely crush her in terms of power. This time, the ability she exchanged is much more expensive than the last time. There are hidden dangers of instability.

She smiled slightly, and suddenly took a step back when the other party was pulling the whip vigorously, pulling the two of them to the ground. She touched her chin and said, "I thought you would have more advanced moves."

This group of people was irritated by her, and the leader finally had some different tricks. He used his magic to make two or two things like sun and moon wheels, and rushed towards Lydia.

The scope of this magic was obviously set according to the person's will. Sherlock and the person caught by him were not included. Lydia, who had no worries, was completely worthy of this challenge.

The weapon in the opponent's hand was round and big, and it looked menacing when it was hammered down. Lydia didn't want to try the sharpness of this thing with herself, so she simply chose to strike first.

To put it bluntly, magicians are similar to wizards, and their physical fitness may not be much better than ordinary people, but their magical power makes their combat effectiveness much stronger than ordinary people.

But with Lydia's money ability, nothing matters.

She went around behind the other party, reached out and pinched the other party's neck.

Sherlock, who was left outside the mirror world, only saw a few people in front of him suddenly disappear. As a veritable detective, he has also learned many miscellaneous self-protection moves. The ground, and then turned around the area where they disappeared, but found nothing, as if they disappeared out of thin air.

These supernatural powers are not within the scope of a detective's normal research. Although Sherlock's brain is smart, he cannot use magic, but this does not mean that he can only stand helpless.

"You are all British, and you have already boarded the plane to London. Why did you choose New York when there were obviously more suitable options?" Sherlock dialed a mobile phone to confirm that they had lost contact. Turn back and ask the subdued magician, "What does New York mean to you?"

He looked at the cracked mouth of the magician sitting on the ground, his gray eyes narrowed slightly, stared at the subtle expressions on his face, and continued to speculate: "You and those hijackers are obviously in the same group, the flight attendant Chang also got your help to escape smoothly, where is she? Also in New York?"

"Yes, it should be New York, so it makes sense." His speech speed was as fast as his spinning thoughts, and a string of words came out of his mouth without stopping, "You are employed by the same employer, So why did the purser get off the plane before you—"

After a little integration, he understood: "What important thing did she get from the passengers and needs to be handed over to the employer separately? Your hijacking is not the purpose, and negotiating with the government is just a cover-up. The real goal is for her to take It makes sense to get this thing, so who is your employer?"

The magician on the ground was stunned by what Sherlock said. His expression proved that Sherlock's deduction was basically correct. When he heard Sherlock's question, he was shocked and finally came back to his senses. : "It's useless for you to ask, I won't tell."

"I didn't want your answer, because the answer is obvious." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a bored expression again, and then stopped talking.

Sherlock spoke halfway, which made the magician feel like scratching his head. It was like watching a TV series that was constantly reversed.

"Obviously?" The magician held back for a long time and couldn't help asking, "Then who do you think?"

Sherlock glanced at him and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. Just as he was about to speak, Lydia and several other magicians appeared.

This battle was obviously Lydia won. All the people other than her were stunned. She shook her wrist happily and smiled at Sherlock: "When I call someone to clean up the endgame , shall we go?"

While talking, she dialed a certain number, hung up before saying a few words, then turned her head to look at Sherlock's expression, and raised the corner of her mouth: "It seems that you have something to tell me?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. or the upper echelons of the US government have spies." Sherlock said very directly, "You'd better let them see what important things they lost."

Lydia, who didn't hear the reasoning process at all, looked at Sherlock in a daze, but out of trust in Sherlock, she still called Fury and handed the phone to Sherlock to talk.

Sherlock looked reluctant, but after hesitating for two or three seconds while staring at the phone and frowning, he still took it.

He was not interested in repeating what he had reasoned just now, so he summed up his reasoning impatiently and jumped at a very fast speed, and then made a conclusion: "They will use this method to divert attention Forces are inherently strange, and they only target you and the government. Ordinary people will not know the details of what they do, and even the media reports are limited. Those who choose to divert attention in this way will definitely be the first It’s time to receive the news, so it should be among you insiders.”

This time, there was no Watson on the side to praise Sherlock. After he finished speaking, he always felt that something was missing. Lydia applauded at the right time, and said with a look of surprise: "Every time I hear your reasoning, I feel too much." Amazing."

Only then did Sherlock stretch his brows, showing an expression of "I'm a little proud but I won't say it", raised his chin reservedly towards Lydia, and said nothing.

Suddenly, a tall orange circle of light appeared in front of them, exactly the same as the circle of light they came here. Sherlock narrowed his eyes subconsciously and looked over there.

The first thing that came out of the aperture was a foot wearing boots, then a navy blue robe, and then a black and white beard. Sherlock's eyes stopped on the other's face.

This person's face is exactly the same as his own!

Sherlock has never believed in the nonsense that "there is another self in the world". In his opinion, he is unique, and he is completely different from others whether it is IQ or anything else.

There is no comparison at all.

But now there is a man who looks exactly like him—of course, to a person, his appearance is nothing, and his brain is what determines his value.

However, Lydia greeted the other party very familiarly: "Strange, you are here."

The man nodded to Lydia, then looked at himself.

When the two pairs of gray eyes met, the two people who looked exactly the same narrowed their eyes at the same time, with a look of inquiry in their eyes, and looked each other up and down calmly.

Lydia had wanted to see such a scene for a long time. She pretended not to notice the strange expressions of the two, and regretted that Watson, who was able to gossip with her, was not by her side at the moment. The person introduced: "This is Stephen Strange, the famous wizard in New York—this is Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective in London."

"I was surprised when I saw Strange for the first time, because you look exactly like Sherlock." Lydia said with a smile. He continued, "At that time, I thought you and Sherlock would definitely be good friends."

The two people looked at each other, and neither of them wanted to look away first. In the end, Strange stretched out his hand first: "I've heard of you."

"I've never heard of you." Sherlock held it up, showing a smirk.

Strange wasn't surprised at all. In fact, Sherlock's character was not much different from when he was young. The older one didn't care about it: "You're going to London? After I've dealt with these people, I can send you."

The other party showed their favor first, Sherlock took a deep breath, showed a not-so-sincere smile, said nothing, Lydia took out the money from her pocket, and waved happily to them: "Then Sherlock pays Here you go, I'll go back first."

Strange nodded to her, and Sherlock didn't object.

At the moment of teleportation, she felt as if she had forgotten something.