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

I used to follow Sherlock to chase criminals and murderers all over the streets of London, or be chased by Scotland Yard as a criminal.

Now I follow Sherlock around in different worlds, looking for clues, inquiring about news, and being chased by a group of giants nearly three meters tall.

John Watson felt that the life of Sajia was worthwhile.

This kind of life experience is probably more refreshing than Armstrong, who was the first to land on the moon.

The blood of a soldier flows in his body, and the romantic feelings of an adventurer are in his bones. The two are compatible and coexist, allowing him to fully experience the fulfillment and satisfaction brought by the unknown and stimulation.

At this moment, his best friend was sitting next to him, using some kind of alien communicator to send the last text message.

The number of uses has reached the limit. After sending this message, the detective buried it in the soil.

After all, it is not a mobile phone on Earth. It may take three or four hours for this text message to reach that person, and due to the character limit, they can only describe the huge and complicated conspiracy in the simplest terms.

Hopefully she can find the key in it.

The doctor thought quietly, then laughed out loud.

"Sherlock, you should understand my respect for your reasoning ability, but every time I see these magical gadgets, I feel that my imagination and psychological acceptance are still too low."

After hiding the communicator, the black-haired detective didn't care whether his expensive windbreaker would be wrinkled. He leaned tiredly against the dark stone wall behind him.

"John, do you regret coming with me?" Looking vaguely in the direction of his only friend, the detective asked the question he had always wanted to ask but hadn't.

The doctor replied without hesitation: "I never regret it."

After finishing speaking, he found that the person sitting in meditation opposite was bleeding more and more, so he took out a sharp fishbone that he did not know when he picked up from his pocket, pierced a hole, grabbed the pullover he was wearing, and Pulled out a long piece of wool...

He used these simplest tools to suture the detective's forehead and back of his head.

"Moonfish bones in the Vanner River, plus your red jumper." The detective, who was nearly blind, still had keen senses: "John has to say that you are actually the embodiment of imagination. You're wearing a sweater The reason is because it can provide sutures at any time?" He joked leisurely, as if sitting comfortably on the soft sofa at home.

"Together with you, always have some ready." The doctor handled the wound skillfully without any tremor in his hands.

It's a bad injury—he thought.

The two were silent for a while. When the doctor put away the needle and thread, the detective's steady and low voice came from his ear.

"John, you go," he said.

As if he had expected him to say this, the doctor didn't even change the curvature of his lips after hearing this sentence.

"Do not."

"John..."

"Sherlock." He interrupted him: "The reason why I am here is not because you are about to lose consciousness with a bloody head, not because you discovered this case that would pose a devastating threat to all mankind, not because you I traced the clues as much as I could to link those details together and issued an early warning, not to mention the rare show of weakness when I met Mycroft a few days ago when he entrusted me to take care of you.

Just because you are Sherlock Holmes, you are my best friend and my most trusted companion.

Therefore, I will be here. "

The gentle voice reached the detective's ears effortlessly, and he still disagreed, and even pleaded: "It's pointless for you to stay."

"Sherlock, do you remember? There was a bastard who jumped off a building in front of me and suspended animation for three years." The doctor sat next to the detective, talking about the past in an extremely relaxed and happy tone.

"I was really fed up with those three years, so I thought, this time I should at least supervise the whole process."

The detective laughed, proud of his doctor's sense of humor.

He closed his mouth and rested his head on the side shoulder.

He had always known that his good doctor was always right.

The two leaned together quietly, listening to the footsteps and roars of the pursuers in the distance.

The voice was getting closer and closer to them.

……

The "annual meeting" of S.H.I.E.L.D. is located in the Stark Building, where the most powerful superheroes on Earth stand in a spacious room on the entire first floor.

Stark held a glass of champagne and chatted happily with the glamorous Natasha, and the eagle-eyed Barton, who was dressed in casual clothes not far away, rolled his eyes to the sky from time to time.

Dr. Bruce Banner, who has recovered from his intermittent mania, is also enjoying the exquisite buffet food on the banquet table with the brave Captain America.

Coulson and his colleagues are also here, but they are not so much here to attend the banquet as to maintain order and prevent various fights.

The majestic and tall Nick Fury stood on one side of the room, not participating in the conversation of any party, thinking about things alone.

As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., his duty is not as simple as "defending the earth and preventing ambitious people from launching wars to maintain world peace as much as possible", or to put it another way-to let most people in this room calm down and live a good life. It is making a contribution to all mankind.

He breathed tiredly from his black nostrils, and his one-eyed eyes glanced at some of the "big heroes" who gave him headaches, and his mind was full of unpleasant memories of the past.

America... no, not just America.

For the world, the recent unexpected events may seem like too many.

Not long ago, he received a high-level decision to suddenly amend the constitution, positively affirmed the existence of "alien" and added protection regulations for the species of "alien". Whether you forgot to take your medicine on time, Congress overwhelmingly passed the resolution faster than a tornado.

Are the governors of the states crazy?

He wanted to ask questions directly, but the high-level responsible personnel turned a blind eye one by one.

Then came high-profile personnel changes in British politics.

Many former important figures have been replaced, and they were also in high positions, but they were pulled down by what can be called "sweeping the house".

What's more, they simply evaporated from the world.

The behind-the-scenes person in charge is deeply trusted by the royal family, coupled with the quick and ruthless methods, this large-scale personnel transfer did not bring any trouble to the normal operation of the organization.

There are similar situations in every country, big or small, like naughty children who have made an appointment to play tricks together on Halloween.

There was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

He felt that there might be some conspiracy here.

Terrible conspiracy.

The overwhelmed Natasha found an excuse to get rid of the turbulent hospitality of a playboy, her eyes swept across the hall, and finally landed on an inconspicuous corner——

It was a 20-year-old girl with black hair and black eyes, and a thin and slender figure.

She was a little pale under the background of the expensive colorful dress sponsored by Stark. She neither tasted the rich food, nor did she have any reaction to the superheroes who are sought after wherever they go in the hall No interest, not even curiosity.

She had been holding a palm-sized white metal object tightly in her hand, and she was concentrating all her attention there, as if she was waiting for something.

There was no expression on the girl's face, but Natasha felt like a helpless chick.

She's the one who gets Stark to tailor her suit.

On the day Colson returned to Aegis, he retrieved all the information about Lin Sheng and studied it.

With some curiosity, Agent Natasha walked over.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" She smiled at the girl and asked kindly.

Lin Sheng, who was immersed in some kind of thoughts, raised his head blankly, and what caught his eyes was a head of dazzling red hair.

She unconsciously took a step back and leaned her body against the wall.

Natasha looked as usual, thinking to herself: Is she afraid of red-haired people?

"Sorry..." Lin Sheng shook his head: "Your hair is beautiful, why would I be afraid."

She used declarative sentences, and she reminded herself.

Natasha thought.

As a senior agent with rich experience, but also as a delicate woman, her ability to observe people is as high as her fighting skills.

The girl in front of her was obviously troubled by some problems.

She decided to ask, maybe she could find information that could save Coulson's hairline.

Because Lin Sheng's information is too vague and blank, and most of the recorded places are high-risk cases of being kidnapped or something, things that ordinary people can't share in their lives frequently happen to Lin Sheng—this kind of confusing situation Coulson can hardly reach his own hair.

"My name is Natasha. I heard from Stark that he has completed the general outline of your armor." Natasha said kindly: "May I ask, what do you want to use it for?"

"Before, I wanted to use it for self-defense." Lin Sheng answered frankly. After a pause, she lowered her head and glanced at the silent white metal again: "But maybe soon, I will use it to save my life."

This sentence was really inexplicable, but a bad premonition suddenly rose in Natasha's heart.

She thought of the girl's mysterious background information, the experience of several escapes from death, the vague life experience, and the mysterious instrument in her hand that obviously does not belong to Stark Industries, or even Earth technology...

She was clearly facing a room full of well-deserved strongest men on earth, but she showed a sense of crisis that was restrained and panicked.

What is this girl worried about?

She carefully stared at Lin Sheng's every move, and tentatively asked, "What do you mean by saving lives? Is someone going to harm you?"

silence.

Lin Sheng didn't answer, his eyes were fixed on the white metal.

The metal exuded a lifeless breath, and her expression became more and more dignified.

Yes, dignified.It was obviously a calm and indifferent face, but it made Natasha want to reach out and rub her hair.

The girl was leaning against the wall, her head lowered, and she shrunk even more inconspicuously.

"Natasha..."

After a long silence, the girl finally spoke again.

"Ok?"

"My friend died."

"..."

"Just now, three hours and 27 minutes ago. I can feel that the vitality of the two of them has disappeared."

"how do you……"

"Since then until now, my heart rate is 5-6 times slower than usual, and my breathing rate has also become slower. Although the room temperature is 25°, my hands and feet are cold like winter, and my lungs are somewhat difficult to breathe. But everything else is normal, I can hear the heartbeat, and I can confirm that it is not a disease of the body function that caused these reactions."

Natasha had already forgotten what expression she should make. She was dumbfounded as she listened to the girl in front of her calmly talk about her physical condition.

The tone is as flat as evaluating a machine.

"Your situation is actually..." She wanted to answer the reason for her change, but was interrupted.

The girl didn't seem to hear Natasha's words at all. She was a little anxious and said to herself: "According to the data, this situation can be described from a psychological point of view...but I can't be sure."

"Are you sure?" Natasha looked around subconsciously. Obviously, someone also noticed some abnormal phenomena on her side and came over.

"I can't be sure, the books say that both emotions, sadness and fear, seem to apply to my current state."

"Yes." Natasha replied, and at the same time quickly made a gesture behind her back, indicating that the eagle-eyed Patton agent who wanted to get close to them should not come over.

Barton, who is famous for his eyes, naturally noticed her movement, and immediately stood a few steps away with arms folded, scanning the two people in the conversation probing.

Originally, Natasha chatting with Lin Sheng alone, this scene would never be eye-catching.

But now with the addition of Hawkeye guarding like a personal guard, the situation immediately changed.

There were only a dozen or so people in the room, and all of them had extraordinary observation skills and vigilance. In a few seconds, almost everyone was attracted by the wonderful atmosphere between the two.

"Sorrow and fear can indeed be used to define your current mental state, but when it comes to the fact that you just lost a friend, I personally prefer the former." Natasha quickly adapted to Lin Sheng's thinking, and based on Make the best answer.

Naturally, she also found that she and the girl had attracted the attention of everyone in the room, which was not what she liked.

So he quietly made a gesture of contempt for Barton behind his back.

Hawkeye was motionless, selectively blind.

Just as everyone was guessing what happened, the white metal in Lin Sheng's hand suddenly made a sound similar to a mobile phone text message.

Although the voice was not loud, it was clearly transmitted to everyone in the room.

It sounds ordinary at first, but when you think about it carefully, even the most experienced sound engineer and the most experienced tuner can't restore this kind of sound.

It's like the call of a bird, or like a fish swimming in the water, the sound waves don't even come through the ears.

Natasha is now extremely sure that what the girl is holding in her hand is a communicator.

As Lin Sheng stretched his palms to read the newly sent text message, everyone could clearly see this light and strange device.

Natasha was very close, and she could fully remember all the content displayed on it with a glance.

Can remember, but not understand.

Because that does not belong to any kind of writing on earth.

However, Lin Sheng turned pale when he saw this text message.

The girl's pupils dilated, her lips pursed slightly.

Natasha retracted what she said herself just now——

Sadness and fear, what she perceives, are definitely not the former.

Stark and Dr. Banner both saw the communicator and saw Lie Xin walking over happily, and stopped together when they noticed the girl's bad face.

Natasha no longer cared about paying attention to others, she asked straightforwardly.

"What's written on it?"

Lin Sheng's lips moved, it seemed that he needed to work hard to find his voice——

"Two, subtly disguised, the four worlds participate in the battle... Cosmic Rubik's Cube."

The author has something to say: the last guarantee is HE...

Please regard all plots that do not match the original movie (such as the Hulk Banner who appeared in advance) as changes after being flapped by butterfly wings.

I don't like to use the original plot, it's too boring, isn't it?

Hidden Little Easter Eggs in This Chapter - Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock and Watson discovered the brewing conspiracy when they traveled around the world, and faintly touched the truth through the investigation and reasoning. Before they went to the other world to investigate the case for the last time, they found Maggie, who represented the British government. Completely told him the conspiracy that has been discovered so far, so in Director SHIELD's memory, only Britain is like that... For details, please see below.

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