[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

Ronika woke up from a coma, and found that she was stuffed in a dark and narrow environment, the surrounding was very stuffy, and something heavy was pressing on her.It's not that it can't breathe, but the fluff is uncomfortable. She tried to push the heavy object away, but found that the heavy object was not a block, but a whole piece.

It was so hot, she shook her head, trying to cut off the heavy object with a lightsaber, but at the next moment, she was horrified to find that there was no force in her body, and she couldn't even feel the existence of Goliath's eye, but What surprised her the most was that her back was itchy, and when she touched it, two symmetrical things swelled up.

Goliath's eyes have always been chattering, and she has never been able to understand the other party's thoughts, let alone the green leaves brought by Dr. Fate this time, she is even more ignorant.Now even if she wakes up and finds herself in hell, she won't be surprised.

She moved again, and after realizing that there was nothing she could do, she simply gave up and slumped on top of the soft stuff, too lazy to move.She hasn't finished digesting the psychological shadow that Julius Bis brought to her before.

Well, the whole space started to vibrate, quite rhythmically.Something huge rolled over, and this time Ronika had to scramble and jump away, only to find that it hit the soft fabric and stopped moving.

Although there was no light, Ronika swears that she smelled the sweetness of mints. She walked up and touched the giant round ball, which was almost half her size, and was covered with a layer of tinfoil. After being torn open by hand, it is a hard shell like a stone, but the mint sweetness is more obvious, almost rushing to the face.

Ronika hesitated for a long time, and finally leaned forward lightly, touched it with her mouth, and licked it... so sweet, it really was mints... what a ghost!Is Goliath's brain finally broken?As for enlarging a mint so many times?

Wait, maybe it's not the mints getting bigger, but——

Considering the soft fabric-like space she created, the dull material is very much like an autumn and winter coat, and the purely dark space, undulating rhythm, and giant mints, all the truth hits the face.

She, the great Sith Master, a savage ex-villain, a reformed hero, Batman's daughter, Red Hood's sister, and host of Goliath's Eye, Ronika Wayne is now One's coat pocket.

So, the god Goliath is really sick, right?

Ronika sighed, and gnawed two more mouthfuls of mints. She was also hungry, and there was no food around.This brand tastes pretty good, but it's always sweet and a bit greasy.

After filling her stomach a little, Ronika finally started to act.Although she has lost her strength, her skills are still there.Once you understand that the space you are in is a coat pocket, you can easily touch the edge by crawling along the shape of the pocket.

Shhh, it finally came out. Ronika poked half of her head out of her pocket and breathed the first breath of fresh air in a different world. Her location was quite high. From her angle, she could see the wooden table, There are also various experimental equipment on it. The owner of the coat has a pair of hands with well-defined joints and slender fingers. At this moment, it is like performing art, concentrating on doing experiments.

She understands the truth, and it's not like she hasn't seen a scientist before, but... what is the suspected human stomach remnant in that beaker?Are there human eyeballs rolling around the teapot?

"Thumbelina" Ronika was stunned. After the shock, the itching feeling on her back became more obvious. Following a certain instinct, she spread a pair of wings as light as thin wings, flew out of her pocket, and shook a bit The body also dropped two gardenia petals, small white petals, but the fragrance is far away.

Ah, it looks like it's not Thumbelina, it's a fucking flower fairy!

Ronika covered her eyes helplessly, bowing down to Goliath's imagination, but this place is not suitable to stay for a long time, she really doesn't want to be in the same room with the owner of the coat who is doing weird experiments with human organs, she is a gardenia fairy!Aren't you afraid of being dissected by this Frankenstein?And she vaguely remembered that Jason was brought here together.

Wait, if he turns into a gardenia fairy, then Jason will also...

Ronika imagined a fairy with a red hood fluttering her little red wings, following his every move, and pink petals falling from the sky, and the fragrance wafted for miles. The picture was so beautiful that she couldn't help shivering.

The new flower fairy was about to leave quietly, but before she could fly away from the "laboratory", the man who was standing by the table, staring at the beaker with all his attention, turned around and picked up the glassware next to him, Covering Ronika's head and putting it on the table, the eyes of that damned man shook with the table, dangling there, and bumped into Ronika's face.

I always feel that this eyeball is threatening her.

Sherlock Holmes was originally doing an experiment. He was examining the degree of damage to the gastric mucosa caused by a certain agent over time. This was related to a case in Scotland Yard at hand. As for the eyeball, he just picked up the morgue. Stolen from there.

Originally, everything went very smoothly, and Sherlock was ready to record the experimental data to reveal the truth of the case.But suddenly, he smelled a scent of flowers. Although he was concentrating on the experiment and his eyes couldn't see anywhere else, people's sense of smell is very sensitive, and because they instinctively reject the rancid smell of the potion, they smelled a little bit of it. The scent is immediately noticeable.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a fairy flying out of his coat pocket.Yes, it was the kind of little fairy in the fairy tales that Mycroft insisted on taking away his physics book from his bedside when he was a child, and insisted on telling him.

It is true that Britain is a country full of folklore and fairy tales, and its level of feudal superstition is even higher than that of some Southeast Asian countries. Do you dare to believe that a modern person living in the British Empire would believe in curses? something?Sherlock snorted, but he had just solved a related case on his last interest.

It can only show that ordinary people have no brains. Even his good doctor has caught him once, secretly browsing astrology pages on his laptop, and worrying about the upcoming "Mercury retrograde".

But Sherlock's firm materialistic views finally felt a split-second moment when he caught a glimpse of the little fairy.But who is a detective?He is a well-proven fighter who is active in the front line of solving crimes, a superb role-playing actor, and a fearless troublemaker, so Sherlock didn't say anything, and didn't have any special reactions. He was still holding his own flask in his hand, but when he caught sight of the little fairy about to fly out of the corner of his eye, he quickly covered her in the glass vessel.

Very well, Sherlock tapped the glass cover expressionlessly, making sure again that the little fairy exists, and it's not the hallucination he had caused by taking too many nicotine tablets yesterday.

"For God's sake, why are you paying bills by scanning QR codes all over the UK?" Dr. Watson opened the door with muttering complaints, and walked in with empty hands. The supermarket purchases tea bags and milk, "Sherlock, I told you, don't do experiments on the dining table!"

"Hush——" Sherlock turned his head, frowned, pressed his slender fingers against his lips, his inorganic eyes shone with excitement, and Watson thumped in his heart. Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong with Sherlock being so excited. Good thing, the last time he was so happy was because he stole Mycroft's ID card, sneaked into the confidential department, checked the information, and left a mocking message to his brother.

God, don't tell him, Sherlock has messed with the intelligence chief again.

Watson covered his face. Mycroft couldn't do anything to his bear brother, and Sherlock didn't listen to him at all, but this so-called "ordinary British government worker" invited him to drink tea and talk every day. In his life, he has to taste all the varieties of black tea over there, even Mai Ge's female assistant has changed!

Thankfully, he couldn't take it anymore and asked Inspector Lestrade to help, so that Mycroft stopped his nonsense behavior all day long. If his subordinates are all this kind of maniac, Her Majesty will cry.

"Please, Sherlock, please don't tell me that you are going again... WTF, what is this!!!" Obviously, the detective is not the only one who has broken his three views.

Ronika felt uncomfortable in the glass jar, and she didn't like the feeling of a huge long face like the moon and a huge round face like the sun staring at her.She flapped her wings uneasily, and inadvertently waved down a bunch of gardenia petals, her blue eyes showing a vigilant light.

"Flower, flower fairy?" Watson exclaimed, and then pulled his roommate slightly, "You seem to scare her, so you caught a flower fairy while I was out shopping? Well, who told you Call Sherlock Holmes, and I won't be surprised the next time you catch a demon with a goat's horn."

No, she flew out of the coat pocket by herself. Could it be that the little fairy flew in by herself when he went out in the morning?He got the stomach before, so he was too excited. He ran to the "laboratory" to do experiments without taking off his coat. It is unlikely that he was lurking at home early in the morning.

"Then what should we do? How about we call the state department?" After Watson marveled, he thought of a more practical question.

However, this proposal was firmly opposed by Sherlock, what are you kidding?Call the state department, the last person to come must be that bald and fat man of Mycroft.First, he didn't want to give such a fun thing to the fat guy; second, Mycroft decided to tease him about it until next Christmas ("Charlie, you have enough fairy-tale air to attract flowers Is it a fairy?")

"First determine whether she is aggressive, and whether she can understand human speech. Whether her body is a human structure, yes, a scan should be done, but I don't know if the radiation will be fatal, and there are wings From a mechanical point of view, the wings can't support it..." Sherlock started talking to himself, quickly asking and answering himself, and the detective in the whole state would not care about others.

Watson sighed again and covered his face.

In fact, Ronika could hear the voice outside the glass cover, so she bared her teeth, raised her hand and knocked on the glass cover very impolitely, and dropped two gardenia petals, and said clearly in a standard American accent : "Are you idiots? Of course I can understand English! Also, let me out!"

Watson: ...Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's different from what Andersen said!

Ronika: ...Flower fairy, you ghost!

And Red Hood, who was far away in another pocket, finally found out that he could fly, and he looked at the reflection on the glass window in disbelief.Although it has become smaller, the uniform is still the uniform of the red hood, including the mask belt, but who told him what the green sprouts on his head are?And why are his wings green?Red and green, even the rustic Kryptonians can't match it like this!

When Jason waved his arm unconsciously, it wasn't petals that fell from the air, but pieces of... mimosa.

Oh, it turns out that if you are a man, you will become a mimosa grass fairy. Thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, it is a bit strange for a man to grow out of a flower. It would be much more reasonable if it were a grass... ...Reasonable size!Goliath, get out of here! ! ! !