The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

England, Sheffield.

"Mike, take care of your brother, don't look around." The slightly older man looked at the scene in front of the car window, the dark sky and the dull thunder made the valley beside the road seem a lot deeper.

The woman sitting in the co-pilot was wrapped in a shawl with intricate patterns, and raised her hand to lightly press the arm of the man next to her: "Relax, we'll be home soon."

"If we're lucky, Xiali won't even touch a raindrop." The woman turned to look at the fixed child seat on the rear seat.

There sat a baby with beautiful eyes and brilliant irises, a very small one, spitting bubbles, and pawing at its own feet.

Next to the child seat is a fat little man in a brown striped T-shirt, showing the collar of his shirt.

The boy named Mike glanced at his new brother, and stuffed a croissant into his mouth with his chubby little hand, asking vaguely, "Mom, is my brother a goldfish?"

"He's your brother, Mike, whatever he is," reminded the man driving.

"I think I can still look forward to a younger brother who is similar to me." The little chubby frowned, "Also, don't call me Mike, I thought you gave me the name Mycroft just to provide a special address."

The road shuttles faintly in the mountains and forests, and something passes through the woods by the car window.Mike opened his mouth slightly, and with a loud thunder, a face appeared by the window.

A man's face.

In a blink of an eye, something seemed to be caught in his hand.

When he realized it, he had already moved back a long distance, and was pressed on his younger brother's child seat, but he didn't scream.

"Wow——" The little baby who was also startled started his own performance regardless, as if a thousand ducks were screaming.

Mike stepped back. "You should be quiet!"

"The fact is not something you can change by crying." He persuaded seriously.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'

"...I have a bad feeling about Xiali." Mike couldn't stop the baby from continuing to cry, and said to his mother seriously.

"Mike—" the father role, but the voice is always drawn out by the man who is unintentionally ignored.

"Father, I think you need to drive a little faster. We may have accidentally encountered something unexpected. Generally, it is best to ignore this situation."

"This is the easiest way." Mike stuffed the last mouthful of croissant into his mouth and remained calm.

"What?" The man who was concentrating on driving asked in confusion.

Mike didn't say anything, just sat on the side of the child seat and began to read the economic and political pages of "The Times" that he saw this morning in his memory.

"Have you decided yet?" The woman turned to look at Mike.

"No, I haven't." Mike continued, "I think a sufficient amount of wealth is necessary, but... no matter how you look at it, I feel that wealth is worthless without the safety of the general environment."

"I might go into politics."

"OK, try to slow down, Mike." The woman sighed.

"Mike, I think you can actually try a doctor..." the man interjected.

"I hate chaos, especially bloody things." The boy rebuffed without thinking, "If that's the case, I might as well be a mathematics professor."

"I didn't mean to offend you, Mom," Mike added quickly.

The woman gathered her shawl.

"boom--"

A thunderbolt suddenly struck the valley, the man was startled, and the steering wheel shook.

The woman gripped his arm tightly, giving him a sense of stability.

"Why is the weather so abnormal today?" the man whispered.

The little baby was tired from crying, or was annoyed by the chanting, and started to babble and play with himself again.

Mycroft glanced at the sky on the other side of the road across the child seat, then turned his head to look at the place where the thunder fell, his fat face wrinkled: "Father, or, Dad, I think you can really drive faster."

"I don't like this development."

"Yes, the weather is getting worse—" the man agreed.

"Mike? Do you think something's wrong?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." After Mike answered, he didn't say a word.

The man and the woman looked at each other and accelerated the car. ②

Just beside the road they passed by, Edward, who was holding a baseball in his hand, let out a shallow breath. When Emmett chased him out of the woods, he yelled in frustration: "Why are you always so fast!?"

Edward smashed the ball back: "Why, I always feel that this peak area is not as big as it should be?"

"What?" Emmett held the slightly hot baseball in his hand due to high-speed friction.

"It's nothing. Next time, use less force." Edward glanced into the distance, "Almost smashed into someone else's car."

"What!?" Emmett suddenly became excited, "Is my strength already so great?"

Edward was speechless.

The two returned to their game field shoulder to shoulder, but they didn't know if Emmett's strength had really grown, and the baseball that should never have been able to get out of this forest would always fly to the edge of the mountain.

Several young vampires soon returned to the single-family villa on the edge of the valley.

And where the thunder fell, something fell, and then the second, and the third, as if someone dumped something in the air.

Pots, washing machines, sofas, carpets, bath towels, and refrigerators fell down in a crash, falling into the middle of the field and disappearing without a trace.

Even the squirrel passing by holding a pine cone under the landing point was not disturbed.

In the same place in Sheffield, the weather near Maria Hospital, which is not far from the wild area, is overcast, and there is no sign of rain or thunder at all. After all, if this is the case, the weather is too weird.

There is often an old man with gray hair passing by the hospital entrance, always carrying several pockets, stuffed with some tattered things, exuding a strange smell.

Astringent, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty.

Although his eyebrows and beard are white, he looks old and shriveled, but he always walks with big strides and looks radiant, with a pair of green eyes as clear as deer, not like he is old.

"Hey, young man, don't just throw the rubbish beside the trash can—" He said in a hoarse voice, with the natural roughness and naturalness of an older man, he grabbed a young man's arm tightly, loudly to accuse.

"Oh, is this girl the one I saw yesterday?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl next to him, "Why did you suddenly become fatter and taller?"

"what!?"

The girl looked at the man suddenly, her complexion immediately turned bad.

Not paying attention to the chain reaction caused by his words, the eccentric old man took out his bag, cursed something in a low voice, and quickly walked to a remote alley, disappearing behind several stacked trash cans.

In the middle of the wild valley, a place where humans cannot set foot.

Half of Angus' upper body was scorched by the blast, exuding the smell of meat and burnt fabric.After falling to the ground, he panted slightly and looked around vigilantly.Half of his body seemed to be roasting on an iron plate, he snorted muffledly, and curled up slightly.

After enduring it for a long time, the pain slowly descended from the highest point. He raised his hand and slapped his tail, gnashing his teeth: "I'm going to a place that is absolutely safe, what the hell did you bring me!!"

Why is this ability still in poor contact?

How could it be a safe place so far from the sea? ?

It was dark and dull, as if its exhausted tail clicked weakly twice, and then it could only tremble slightly.

Angus also fell on the ground halfway, exhausted.

One second he was still wondering why a rough dog doll was stuffed in the juice nest, and the next second, he smelled the familiar gun|powder that was approaching rapidly.

What followed was a familiar signal that confused his senses, the signal he had encountered when he returned to the sea.

Before he could figure out why, he quickly sent Kurt away from the range of the explosion, and then moved all the things in the house out.

Losing part of his sense of direction, and about to be sucked into an explosion, he ate a stimulus pill that was said to have an uncertain success rate, a substitute that Hank had made from his fish scales.

Although it wasn't effective, a thin layer of fish scales covered his body and bought him a short time to escape from the center of the explosion.

Confused and hungry, Angus patiently waited for recovery.

"you!?"

"How will you be here!?"

A voice sounded suddenly.

Angus wanted to open his eyes but couldn't.

There was a string of indistinct sounds in his ears, and some familiar words and sentences slowly slipped by in a strange rhythm. Angus fell into a deep sleep before he could be vigilant.

Waking up again, Angus saw the top of the tree.

It is the top of the tree. The middle of the rather huge ancient wood has been hollowed out, forming a somewhat natural space, and the sky can be seen beyond the branches that are still full of vitality for some reason.

It's not sunny, it's dark, and it's wet.It's the weather Angus likes.

His thoughts came back, and he wanted to turn over.

"Don't move, idiot."

An irresistible force immediately restrained him, and he lay obediently on his back, staring at the wooden natural dome.

Realizing who the voice belonged to, Angus twitched the corners of his mouth.

He knew why he appeared in such a strange place.

"Are you still alive?" Angus opened his mouth, then coughed a few times, his voice hoarse.

"You're all dead, and I won't die either." The gray-bearded old man pretended to be leaning on a tree crutch, carrying a bag full of anti-inflammatory drugs and throat lozenges that didn't fit the style of medieval paintings in this secret space, The painkiller hit Angus, as if to teach him a lesson.

"It will hurt." Angus couldn't move, and could only lie down like a salted fish.

"Since when have you been able to speak English?" the old man asked curiously.

"I'm speaking American." Angus grinned.

"Oh?"

I was surrounded by everything, not knowing what I was busy with.

"I want to move my head." Angus mobilized his whole body, and finally found that only his tail fin shook twice.

"You are seriously injured and need to rest."

"I don't want you to treat it."

"60.00% burns—"

"Don't drink your medicine."

"I don't have sea water here, and I don't have food to restore your body."

"I don't want your treatment, under any circumstances."

"Tsk—the little idiot is still so annoying." The man with the white beard sneered, "I bought aspirin, I can mix it with bat claws and lizard tails in a blender, and apply it on your wounds, you don't need sea water !"

"No medicine, I'll be fine."

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, and my craftsmanship has improved a lot."

The mixer started humming, and Angus pursed his lips tightly.

After a while, a faint smell of blood approached him, and Angus moved his tail fin to resist: "Merlin, don't come near me."

"Don't be nervous, nothing will happen." The old man smiled silly.

"Go away." Angus struggled for the last time, his tail glowing with blue light.

"boom--"

"Bah, bah, bah——" Merlin's bearded hair was covered with black, purple, and reddish weird things, as well as his mouth.

Angus, who was finally able to stand up, let out a sigh when he saw him.

He quickly poohed something messy and blasted it into his mouth, and pulled out something like a bat's nail from his teeth. Merlin was stunned for a few seconds.

"vomit--"

Angus shook his arm, liar.

Any burns on his body, burns, have long since disappeared.

Flicking his tail, he looked at Merlin who was fanned into a corner.

The retching Merlin waved his hand, and a large handful of water quickly fell from the sky and splashed on his face and body. The water rinsed all over, drenching his whole body.

As if he had escaped from death, he collapsed there without moving for a while, grinning at Angus.

"You are very energetic! You have really grown up, and you are really beautiful." He tugged on his beard and said with a smile.

"Hmm." Angus responded casually.

Leaning to the edge of what he was lying on, Angus looked around.

There are hollowed-out wooden houses full of magical meanings, as well as all wooden furniture, crucibles that should be eliminated from the last century, and jars are piled up everywhere.

Old books and even scrolls are piled in the corner, and there are no bugs or rot.

It almost looks like the clothes on the display racks of a clothing museum are neatly arranged, hanging in rows and rows of shelves on one side.

Waiting to tell people about some unknown history.

There was a red men's dress hanging alone on a triangle hanger, a full suit of antique chain mail, and a hat with funny colored feathers, next to a crown.

Angus continued to look away.

Lying down by himself, it seems that there is a table next to the bed, there is a mixer on the table, and there is a refrigerator next to it.There are lamps, too, and recently published books.

There are also tables with bottles and cans, like a witch's test bench.

It's not a big place, but it's eerily spacious.

There are piles of newspapers and magazines piled up in the corner, none of which are serious newspapers, and all the records are about strange people and anecdotes.

Merlin on one side was stroking his beard and hair, really just stroking, just stroking it off.

"Still repeating?" Angus looked away when he saw that the things he had brought had shrunk and piled up in a small storage box.

"When you don't hear from me anymore, I won't continue." Merlin shook the hair on his hands.

The old man who shaved off his gray beard and hair straightened his waist and moved a bit, revealing a young face underneath.

Black curly hair, a pure white face, eyes as clear as a deer.

"How long?"

"Well, almost 1000 years ago... I can't remember exactly."

"I hope that when I die, you will not continue."

"Then don't get involved in the explosion—son~"

"Fuck off, Merlin." Angus cursed sternly.

"Hmm!!...Who taught you to swear!!"

The author has something to say: Sheffield is now a pretty big city featuring sports and technology, but in the 20s and 7.80s, the population dropped sharply due to industrial decline. The climate here is mainly mild, humid, and cool, and there is a pure map. The large peak area is not too remote, and it is still inland, so I chose it here [mainly because I am picky about the location ==], the description may not match the actual situation, everyone just treat it as an overhead map.

②I think you should be able to see who they are, they are our Mai Ge and Xia Juan~~~ The timeline, I followed the birth and death years of Mark, the actor who played the role of Sherlock McGee.

That is, Mai Ge was born in 1966 and is about ten years old now, while Xiali was just born and is one year old.I searched for their birthplaces, and there are different opinions. I didn't find a suitable one, so I set it up privately.

Maria Hospital was made up by me.

③Here, Merlin is the legendary British magician Merlin. It should be mixed with the legend of Gamelin. If you don’t understand it, I will slowly explain his origin in the text.

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