[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Time and Space BUG Repairman

It is still the familiar dining table and the original chairs.A group of people sat together with disheveled hair and dark circles under their eyes, all of them looked like they were overindulgent, and they looked listless and lethargic.

"That is to say, all seven of us have nightmares at the same time tonight? What is the probability of this?" Watson downed his second cup of coffee, a little hysterical due to lack of sleep.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze that had been fixed on his face, and asked in a slightly indifferent tone: "What dreams did you all have?"

The others looked at each other, pondered for a while, and Sol first said: "...I dreamed that I was killed by my brother and turned into a ghost, and then I witnessed the fierce quarrel between my father and him, and I was completely helpless. Finally They fought, Loki fell under the Rainbow Bridge, and Father fell into an eternal sleep."

There is still a hazy mist in his blue eyes: "Everything is so real, it is the most painful thing that I have experienced in 1000 years."

"1000 years?" Watson wondered if he heard it wrong. Although the person in front of him looked a little bit old, he was only 28,9 or [-] years old at most, right?

Saul answered him in a natural tone: "Yes, I'm over 1000 or [-] years old."

Watson: "...um."

The two hit it off very well. Thinking of the scene when he and he were brothers and sisters yesterday, Watson suddenly felt that the picture was so beautiful that he was a little afraid to look at it.

As if influenced by Thor's heavy dream, Legolas went on to say: "I dreamed that the sacred and eternal Alfheim was burned by endless flames. Outside the crimson fire, everything was dark. The sun, moon, and stars disappeared together with God’s blessing, and we were abandoned. The guardian light of the big green forest turned into the last ray of hope, but in an instant... this spark also disappeared in the In the vast universe, the eternal life of the elves came to an end in this form."

Having to recall his memories again, Legolas finished speaking word by word. After the last word, he leaned back in the chair tiredly and closed his eyes: "This dream has gone through a hundred years, and the feeling of powerlessness Almost drove me crazy."

"Eternal life, huh?" If defined by the phrase "time is money", then Watson felt that he was like a little girl among the local tyrants... "Then how old are you this year?" he asked.

The young man with fluttering long hair, fair skin almost transparent, strong body and clear eyes replied unhurriedly: "Although my memory is not very accurate, it seems to be more than 300 years old."

Watson was all wrong.

Sol was also very surprised: "It turns out that you are older than me. Unfortunately, I keep calling you brother. I'm sorry."

Legolas shook his head politely, saying that he doesn't mind, and joked: "My father is over 5000 years old, but if you see him, you may call him that."

Sol chuckled, and said that his father was about the same age, and he was looking forward to being a guest in the jungle in the future.

The elf prince gave a warm welcome.

Seeing the spirited people chatting so enthusiastically (?), the heavy feelings of the other friends were subtly dispelled a lot in this way, the tense feeling quietly faded away in the room, and the gentle warmth permeated the room again .

The storm giant whispered to the frost giant at a volume that he thought was so low that everyone in the room could hear it: "Their dreams are too complicated. In comparison, I just slept peacefully and passed by. It’s just that I exercised my soul in my dream.”

The Frost Giant, who was forcibly pulled out of the freezer, was covered in white chills, like a big ice mound that could walk, and the words spoken slowly by the winding stereo voice with its own reverb subwoofer made the audience feel that this was simply It's the voice of a natural villain: "Me too, there are countless enemies challenging me in the dream. Some are strong, some are weak, I died many times, but every time I can wake up and continue to invest Fighting, I'm exhausted, but it's a pleasant dream."

"Well, I feel that my strength has improved a lot."

"Me too."

"When will we practice together again? It was agreed in advance that you have to wear gloves. I don't want to be frostbitten by you."

"Okay, then you can't use the hurricane either."

"A word is settled!"

Both sides of the topic are happy and harmonious.

The corners of Sherlock's lips raised slightly, and for the first time he felt satisfied in one state.

Hope time can stop at this moment.

Unwilling to be lonely, the dwarf artillery master deeply felt that he was being ignored. He changed his previous attitude of never speaking in public, and blurted out more than the artillery on his shoulders: "Hey, don't you want to know about my dream? ?I dreamed of an absolute high-tech world, cars that can fly in the sky, inexhaustible money, countless rare treasures, all of which are realized in the invention of the clever and dexterous dwarves of."

After he finished speaking proudly and incoherently, he proudly waited for the applause and support from the audience.

No one paid any attention to him, and the two topic groups chatted lively on their own.

Sherlock asked Watson, in a very cautious and careful tone: "... What dream did you have?"

"Oh." Watson recalled: "I dreamed that the earth was invaded by a group of aliens."

As he said that, he rolled his eyes: "Of course, I now fully believe in the existence of aliens, but in my dream they don't look as friendly as this group of guys now, let's put it this way..."

His tone became serious: "In my dream, human beings were alone and almost perishing in a state of being slaughtered. I witnessed relatives and friends dying in front of my eyes one by one, and their mouths cried out. Cursing and yelling at the hatred and disgust for alien monsters, until the end..."

At this point, he couldn't help but take a deep breath to maintain the strength to continue: "Until the end, even I became one of those pathetic human beings who cursed aliens and died in the end. Because there was nothing I could do, I could only act like It's ridiculous to scold the street like a girl, isn't it?" He smiled a little awkwardly.

Sherlock nodded.

"You really think so?" Watson looked at him helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You should be polite at a time like this... Oh no, I didn't say anything, it's really nice of you."

"Is there me in your dream?"

Watson was stunned by Sherlock's weird question. After a while, he gave a dry cough and replied: "Of course, you have been by my side all the time. Chased and killed, but in the end..."

He frowned. "Damn! That's why I cursed them!"

Sherlock nodded slightly, without expressing any opinion.

Habitually putting his palms together on his lips, he filtered all the information in his mind.

His eyes were dark.

After a long time, he suddenly thought of a person who had been silent all this time, and that person had never been involved in any topic.

He asked Lin Sheng: "You are the first person to wake up, what is your dream?"

Lin Sheng sat on the chair and listened silently. When she woke up everyone, she had already got into their minds and witnessed their respective dreams. As a bystander, she saw it far more objectively than the experiencer.

She has been thinking about something difficult, and there is a hint of solemnity in her cold expression.

Hearing Sherlock's question about herself, she raised her eyelids and replied, "I don't have dreams."

This answer made Sherlock a little puzzled: "Did he just let you go, or was the nightmare unable to entangle you?"

The girl pursed the corners of her lips: "I don't know if the nightmare will fail on me, but I have never had a dream since I was born."

"Well, I think that since he brought us together, he will treat us indiscriminately. The fact that the dream doesn't work on you is completely beyond the client's expectations."

Lin Sheng nodded, fully agreeing with the detective's speculation: "I agree with this statement. Each of you is indulging in your most fearful or favorite dreams. If there is no external force to interfere, your final result will not be because you cannot wake up. To be thirsty to death is to wake up with a nervous breakdown and go crazy."

Sherlock looked Lin Sheng up and down: "The client knows a lot about us, but he doesn't know anything about you."

"It means that he hates me to the extreme." Lin Sheng smiled, as if this was a very pleasant thing: "It's really an honor."

She didn't dream about it herself, she once told Ried, because this kind of situation is very rare, and Ried also collected a lot of information and showed it to her.

Nothing was hidden about the whole process, even the rest of the BAU team knew about it.

Combined with the client's ignorance of the exact layout of the villa, it all shows that he is targeting her, but he doesn't even bother to collect any information about himself.

Just trying to find fault with myself.

Naturally, Sherlock also discovered this. He pondered for a while, his expression extremely cold: "In any case, the purpose of his experiment has been achieved. The next thing to do is to use our exposed weaknesses to create a conspiracy."

As soon as the words came out, all the friends who were chatting looked at the detective.

"...What experiment?"

"When did we expose our weaknesses?"

"He still has a conspiracy?!"

Questions came one after another, Sherlock was already having a headache, and he became even more impatient when he heard the noisy and chaotic voice: "Quiet!"

Everyone frowned and looked at him, but fell silent.

The detective was very satisfied with this, and he quickly replied like fried beans: "The manipulator behind the scenes, we have confirmed that he is the red-haired client. He brought us here following the experiment of the previous administrator. To dig out the things that we each value and cherish the most. Treat your pain and confusion as a performance. His purpose of doing this is completely different from that of his predecessor. It is not to help after insight, but to destroy after understanding. Everyone, be careful, what you dream about today may be what you will lose in the near future."

After saying this, he turned his gaze to Lin Sheng, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to ask: What do you have to add?

Lin Sheng shook his head and silently gave a thumbs up.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the detective who said such a sentence firmly.

There was a deathly silence in the room.

Sherlock's tone seemed very light, but the anxiety and worry in it made people feel cold.

After listening to the detective's statement, everyone turned their attention to Lin Sheng, who had an expression of approval, as if seeking proof.

...Well, there is no need to confirm it.

So, each of them couldn't sit still.

"I must go back to Asgard and tell my father all this."

Lin Sheng looked up and looked at the serious Sol: "Your divine power has been sealed by Odin, and Thor's Hammer is also missing. With your current strength, you can't go back to God's Domain at all."

The girl's flat to cruel words directly added fuel to Saul's anxiety.

As if it wasn't enough, she looked at other friends who had similar plans again: "It's the same with you, the only passage that can be used is the one on the third floor where monsters pop out from time to time, and where does that passage lead? I don't even know. So, you can only stay on Earth for the time being."

Everyone: "..."

Do you dare to be more direct? !

Lin Sheng looked at the people staring at him with unfriendly expressions, and was just about to say something...

At this time, a burst of ominous sounds shrouded everyone's heads from top to bottom.

They couldn't help raising their heads and looked up one after another.

From the ceiling on the second floor, the sound of small and messy footsteps came and went, which was the crawling sound of an ultra-small object.

Suddenly, a black creature the size of a fist fell down from the wooden floor melted and pierced by giant spiders. Everyone looked closely, and saw the creature with its stomach facing upwards, struggling to wield six sharp spears. Claws, black and shiny hard shells, wrapped in soft silkworm-like worms.

"This stuff is disgusting, but it looks delicious." The storm giant said in a loud voice that broke his morals.

As if it understood what he said, the worm finally succeeded in turning its body over with the efforts of using its six claws together, lying on the ground, and opened its sharp teeth full of sharp mouthpieces towards them.

The area of ​​the black hole's saliva-filled mouth is larger than the bug itself.

It rushed towards the nearest Watson——

Legolas quickly pulled Watson aside who was still trying to study its species.

The insect flew into the air, and due to inertia, its sharp teeth bit the solid wood table leg as thick as Thor's arm-in an instant, the dining table, which lost a leg, fell down, and the food piled up on the table was scattered all over the place. land.

Looking at the table leg that was bitten off by the waist, Watson was covered in white sweat.

Nima, this is unscientific!

"Boom!"—Master Cannon's cannonballs shot out, smashing the bugs buried in the food to pieces.

Everything happens in an instant.

There was no relaxation in the faces of the people who had dealt with the bugs. They listened to the sound upstairs that was approaching them as if they were facing an enemy, and they were getting closer...

In the next second, they could see the whole picture of the visitor—there were countless bugs, tens of thousands? 10,000+pcs?They were densely crowded together, stretching into a thick black carpet, approaching them constantly!

When the terrifying mouthparts saw the living fresh meat, they opened one after another, sweeping in like black holes one by one.

They can easily deal with the giant flame monsters and giant spiders, but in the face of these palm-sized insect legions, it is obvious that force alone is not enough.

Everyone looked at the intelligent Sherlock.

Sherlock doesn't have Basic Bug Catch in his Memory Palace.

He looked at Watson helplessly.

The military doctor had never seen such a battle in the army, he spread his hands excitedly, and looked at Lin Sheng for help.

No matter how difficult things are put to girls, they can always be solved.

"Run!" Lin Sheng shouted at them.

The author has something to say:

While typing the last word, I thought of the little biao hoof in this section.

The next chapter "Shen Xia" ends.

The next story "Human Skin Inn" + "New Police Story" + "Iron Man" will be three parts in one, and the length will not be very long.

The only worry is how to come up with a name?too long.

"Human Skin Police Man", oh so earthy... hide your face.

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