[Comprehensive] Protagonist Survival Plan

What is he going to do!

Hannibal should have deduced the conditions for Xue Shurong to use magic. She was dizzy and mentally weak, and the system's notification tone had already sounded several times.Let alone using magic, being able to maintain one's mind is pretty good.

She watched Hannibal walk into Sherlock, pointed the cold knife at the other's forehead, and talked to Xue Shurong at the same time: "Have you ever eaten brains? This piece is a rare delicacy, fresh and smooth, with a soft taste .”

Xue Shurong's nauseated stomach was even more eager to move.

It turned out that the well-mannered psychiatrist who had been with him for so long turned out to be an ogre!

She spoke incoherently and intermittently: "Let go... let him go..."

In a trance, she couldn't help but think that if Jarvis was there, he would definitely notify others to come to the rescue in time.

however--

"boom!"

Sherlock, who was in a weak state, suddenly jumped up. He grabbed Hannibal's hand and punched hard. Both of them fell to the ground in an instant, and the equipment fell everywhere in an instant.

"You're still sober, I underestimated your determination." Hannibal watched him try to pick up the knife, his eyes were cold, and with a kick, the knife slid into the distance.

The next second, Hannibal fought back.

One punch.

Another punch.

Sherlock was drenched in cold sweat, his face was pale, and his lower abdomen was in pain, as if his internal organs had been crushed and fused into a ball.

"Proper exercise is good for the body," Hannibal roughly threw him onto the chair and tied him up again, "Excessive exercise is bad for the heart."

Xue Shurong rolled down at a place that the two of them didn't see.Holding back her strength, she touched the blade with her fingertips, and then squeezed it hard!

The sharp blade cut through the thin skin, penetrated deep into the flesh, fingers connected to the heart, Xue Shurong gasped from the pain of cutting out the bone, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes instantly.Not only did she not let go, but she used even more force, the sticky blood slipped down the tip of the knife and splashed on the floor tick-tock.

Hannibal turned his head, saw her behavior, and took a bottle of solution from the shelf.

"You need to be quiet."

"Do not……"

Xue Shurong watched him approaching, bit his lips tightly, and a vague voice sounded quickly.

"mobiliarbus (fly around)!"

"Pfft!"

The medical knife that was still in his hand pierced Hannibal's chest in an instant, and he grunted and covered his chest, his expression remained motionless.

"Do you have the courage to kill?" He actually raised his lips.

"I didn't. I would be afraid, I would be afraid—" Xue Shurong staggered to his feet, "but I never lacked the courage to live, not to die, but to live."

After losing her caring housekeeper and friends who shared her joy and tears, Xue Shurong began to become stronger.

She has never realized so clearly at this moment that relying on others will only make her weaker. What she needs is a heart strong enough to cope with all changes.

Whether alone or not, she has to go on!

Xue Shurong is like a victorious general, with a straight spine and a painful but proud expression, making a final declaration to the enemy.

"You're screwed."

……

Hannibal bled profusely and was taken to hospital, while the remaining two were taken to another ambulance.

Sherlock was severely dehydrated, and his mental state was not good. Despite this, he leaned against the wall as if he didn't care, pushed the salt water aside, and rubbed his brows with a tired expression.

A few nurses glanced at his handsome profile from time to time, pretending to be casual.

Xue Shurong's wound had stopped bleeding, she shook her sore hand with a wry smile, and said to herself: "It seems that it will take a while."

"You need to rest for a few days and prescribe some medicine."

She looked at Sherlock and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Thank you for being a drag?" Sherlock's language was as sarcastic as ever.

"No," Xue Shurong shook his head, "If it wasn't for you, the knife wouldn't be able to slide over."

After thinking about it, she really concluded that Sherlock did it on purpose, just to give her a chance to get the medical knife and save her dull nerves.

"It's not a gentleman's job to let a woman stand out. I would rather not do it, but heroism and life are obviously more important than the latter." Sherlock opened his gray and indifferent eyes and turned to look at her.

"Feel sorry."

Xue Shurong couldn't help laughing.

"You are more gentlemanly than I expected, Mr. Holmes, but it would be better if you were less sexist."

"This is a privilege due to ladies who are not obnoxious characters."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said abruptly: "I think I know more about Lecter. He is complicated, but unforgivable."

"……for example?"

"He eats human flesh," Sherlock paused, and Xue Shurong successfully got goosebumps from the bland narration, "but how did it start? Have you ever wondered why his sister Misha disappeared for no reason and was imprisoned in the What exactly did he go through in that dark place?"

"what do you mean--"

"Shh."

Sherlock reached out and plucked a limp petal from her hair, lowering his voice.

"He didn't do his best with you."

Xue Shurong's eyes suddenly widened.

At the time of parting, a bloated man in a formal suit came over. He had the same gray eyes, but looked sharper and kinder, with an elegant and calm demeanor.

Standing beside Sherlock, he smiled and held out his hand to Xue Shurong: "Hi, Miss Misha, I am Sherlock's brother, Mycroft Holmes."

Uh……

The two men didn't look much alike, but they both had the alertness of a wise man.

After Xue Shurong exchanged some polite greetings with him, they parted.

The two brothers stood where they were, Sherlock tearing off the Band-Aid with a look of impatience, as rude as his biological brother who was as pervasive as candy.

"Government officials should be busy making jokes, not running to a country with no gun controls."

"Family love is more important than everything." Mycroft was not at all annoyed by his harsh tone. On the contrary, he smiled, "Are you going back? As you said, this place is more dangerous than bad London."

"You should buy more insurance for me."

Sherlock stated a new decision in his clear eyes: "I want to change to a more interesting major and study how to live longer."

……

Xue Shurong's hands are still not healed, and it's inconvenient to do anything, especially things like taking a bath are more strenuous.

Today is her second birthday in this world.

There were no candles, no cake, and no one to sing her blessings.Xue Shurong lay down on the sofa in despair, spread snacks all over the table, and planned to play a big game of football all day.

She hasn't played games for a long time, her hands are a little raw, and she has difficulty moving, but the little ball she manipulated was eaten after a while.

"Damn it! Bastard!"

Xue Shurong turned over angrily, lying on the sofa, poking and poking with her fingers.

"Ding-dong-"

Who is coming back at this time?

There were only a few people who knew her address, Xue Shurong ran over quickly, opened the door, and suddenly, a cake hit her face.

Xue Shurong: "..."

Natasha looked at Captain America speechlessly: "This is not a war, please, pass it over instead of throwing it."

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Steven apologized helplessly.

"Should I be thankful that there are no candles on the cake?"

Xue Shurong wiped off the cream with great effort, licked it with his tongue, and couldn't help laughing again on his embarrassing face: "It tastes good."

"I wanted to celebrate your birthday."

"Here are some candles."

"Would you like to eat candles? Interesting."

Several people came in teasing each other, and seeing the pile of snacks on the table, Xue Shurong was a little embarrassed.

"Want to eat?"

"Honey, you shouldn't eat these, Tony will come over later, just ask him to bring another cake on the way."

The considerate Professor Banner has already started to contact, and after a few words, his expression became serious: "What's the situation over there? Is it serious?"

Xue Shurong's expression changed: "What happened again?"

Banner said to her dumbfounded: "Your house... ran away again."

"..."

Xue Shurong's mood was a bit complicated.

Did it blow up the house, or did it blow up the house?

The few of them looked at each other, Natasha shrugged and asked, "Do you want to drink some water to calm down?"

"..."

"Let's go!" Xue Shurong picked up his magic wand, "Let's catch it quickly before running far away. It seems that I have to have a good talk with it this time."

"Ding-dong-"

Tony came here so soon?

Xue Shurong was stunned for a moment, and trotted over to open the door first: "You..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that the man standing in front of her was not Tony, but a blond, blue-eyed, slender man.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, and his gentle sea blue eyes were fixed on Xue Shurong, and he didn't speak for a while.

"May I ask who you are?" Xue Shurong frowned.

"Sorry I'm late."

"...?"

Xue Shurong's eyelids twitched.

There is no other reason, this gentle and extremely magnetic voice is so fucking familiar.

"Miss, it's me."

"..."

There was still a lump of cake on Xue Shurong's face, she was silent for a few seconds with a bewildered expression, and then closed the door vigorously when the other party was caught off guard.

"Boom!"

The companions came over from behind and asked doubtfully, "Is there any question?"

Xue Shurong's lips trembled with a complicated expression.

"I...hell..."