[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

What the hell is this?

I didn't expect that when I was only one step away from the scene, I would change into a living person, and even change into two.Both Sherlock and Watson froze in place, staring at the two people stacked on the ground, not knowing what to say for a moment.And Joyce stared at them for a while, and the more they looked, the more familiar they looked.Immediately, as if remembering something, he slowly got up from Unlucky Claw, patted the corner of his clothes slowly, and slowly took out a newspaper from his pocket and spread it out in front of his eyes.

"So, you are Sherlock Holmes?"

After comparing with the person in front of him for a while, Joyce finally realized who this long face like Strange was, and looked up at the strange little curly hair on the other side.

Sherlock subconsciously snorted.

After getting the confirmation, Joyce turned to the confused former military doctor next to him with the newspaper in his hand: "And you are his live-in boyfriend."

Watson: "..."

No, I'm not, I don't, what newspaper is talking nonsense!

Can you still respect my sexual orientation? !

Having already practiced the mysterious skill of turning a deaf ear to countless similar greetings, Watson stared at Joyce for a moment of silence, and quickly put this sentence aside selectively, and dealt with this sudden desire to mention a boyfriend. It's simply heartbreaking.

"Since you know us," he glanced at the thoughtful Sherlock, and decided to let him act as a genius. He, a mortal, still followed the laws of nature and asked with his mouth: "Then who are you?"

this--

It wasn't until this moment that he remembered how he had just appeared on the stage. Joyce stared at his wrinkled trousers and the splayed paws under his feet for a while, then patted the dirt, and suddenly felt a kind of Subtle embarrassment.

So, in order to maintain the dignity of his killer, he nodded to Watson with a solemn expression, and replied sincerely:

"My name is Wade Wilson, you can call me Deadpool."

"..."

Instinctively felt that there might be something wrong, but Watson, who had never met the roommate of the other party, only thought that he was surprised by this unique name.He paused, extended his hand to Joyce for a polite shake, and quickly asked the next fatal question.

"Mr. Deadpool, how could you fall out of this... in that way?" The former military doctor said honestly: "We received news that someone had placed an explosive device in a subway car, and it was parked in a subway car. What's the situation over there not far from here?"

"The situation over there is pretty good." Joyce also replied with full of sincerity: "The bomb was also dismantled by a very powerful and skilled person, and he even beat off the bad guys who were watching outside. Now There's nothing left in the car. We're all grateful to him."

"What, it was demolished?!"

Obviously, everyone was greatly surprised by the news, not only Watson, but even Sherlock, who had always been calm, couldn't help but widen his eyes.In front of them, the "mysterious savior of the subway" who was about to exaggerate himself did not show any embarrassment. He straightened his back and calmly faced the confusion and surprise of the two of them, just like the bomb that was removed. It's not like it's stuffed in his pocket now.Not only did he use Deadpool's name, but he probably also used his face.

But neither the great detective nor the military doctor can recognize his essence.

"Great."

After a long breath of relief, he was relieved from the suffocation of running desperately.Watson touched his chest with lingering fear, and the expression on his face was mixed with fear and annoyance:

"Let me just say, that fellow Moriarty is going to make trouble, sooner or later he will be kicked to the iron plate."

"Perhaps." He nodded casually, echoing his roommate's emotion.Sherlock narrowed his eyes, still glued to the calm and fearless Joyce, sharply as if he wanted to cut him open from head to tail: "But I really want to know now, why did you chase one of the criminals to here?"

As he spoke, he raised his chin at the unlucky paw on the ground, as if he was afraid that the other party would not know who he was referring to.

Ok?

He didn't expect him to be able to tell at a glance that this paw was with Moriarty, and Joyce's eyes changed a little.But soon, he put away all the extra emotions, and maintained a perfect appearance, looking directly at Sherlock's eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts.If Doctor Strange, who knows the past and future, can recommend it to him, the other party will naturally not be an ordinary person.

Perhaps, he could really get key clues from him.

Thinking of this, Joyce nodded and quickly made a decision.At this time, there was a burst of noisy footsteps from a further distance, and it was obvious that Scotland Yard, who had been found behind Sherlock and Watson, was also coming here.He didn't delay any longer, bent over and took the fainted Hipaw in his hand, and nodded politely to the two people opposite him.

"I do intend to have a detailed discussion with Mr. Holmes about this matter."

Joyce said it calmly and sincerely:

"But I have to accompany you now, and talk to this Mr. Haypaw about your ideals in life. You can also go to the car first, and I will find you directly after you get up."

"..."

For some reason, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sympathy for the unlucky man who was about to be talked about in life and ideals.And seeing more people of all kinds, Sherlock and Watson didn't think it was so strange.Just sure that now is really not a good time to speak with confidence, and quickly nodded to Joyce, agreeing to his saying that I will see you later.

"Then I'll go first."

After saying goodbye politely, Joyce grabbed Agent Hipaw by the collar and dragged him into the small black room next to the power distribution room, which was rarely opened once every ten thousand years, like dragging a disobedient dead dog.In the end, he didn't forget to close the door, and finally gave the two of them an almost gentle smile.

Immediately, an indescribable sound came from inside.Mixed with heart-piercing wailing and screams, people's teeth felt weak and their scalp numb involuntarily.

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other.

"This……"

He seemed to want to say something, but finally realized that he might as well not say anything.Watson opened his mouth, closed it halfway, and finally just pretended that he didn't hear anything, and continued to run towards the subway car with Sherlock.

The next thing is very simple.

In Scotland Yard's long-overdue touchdown.The detective and the medic had vivid memories of the violently dismantled floorboards in the carriage and the Hippaw agents outside, and were soon caught by Inspector Lestrade to explain the ins and outs.Not long after parting ways with them, Joyce walked out of the small dark room, holding the information that was forcefully pulled out of the mouth of the hapless Hydra agent, with an expression that was not very good, but not too much either. bad.If you want to say it, it is probably between "Mad Hydra can fight for a little breath" and "I knew it would be like this", as if there is a breath stuck in the chest, and it can't be spit out or swallowed.

There are distinct levels in Hydra, and a cannon fodder who is sent to death will never know more than the tasks assigned to him, and the same is true for this paw.Apart from being able to tell that they were sent to guard the explosive device, they only knew that the person who did this was a very important partner of Hydra, and they didn't know anything about the rest.Not to mention genetic samples, he probably didn't even know why he wanted to cooperate with Moriarty.

I didn't expect to achieve my goal so quickly, but now it's not that there is no way at all.Joyce tugged at the corners of his clothes that were a little wrinkled, and watched Sherlock Holmes quarrel with Scotland Yard in a hidden way. The aftermath was left to the hard-pressed Lestrade, while he took Watson and left.

At the same time they pulled the taxi and got into it, Joyce also appeared mysteriously behind the two of them, and jumped into the car from the other side.

Watson was taken aback by him.

"Mr. Deadpool?"

Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly found that there was someone more on the opposite side. He was almost startled and jumped onto Sherlock next to him, but found that the big detective seemed to have expected it, and he didn't show any surprise at all. nodded.

Joyce also nodded very calmly, adapting well to his new name.

Because the taxi was not a good place to talk, the three of them didn't speak much along the way, at most, Sherlock and Watson occasionally exchanged a few words about this case.Joyce sat in front of them and watched in secret, and soon discovered that the two were actually watching him from the corner of his eye, especially the metal arm that he hadn't had time to cover. The whole atmosphere maintained a complicated and subtle embarrassment. It was not until the driver dropped the three people off outside the gate of 221B Baker Street that there was a slight easing.

"Mrs. Hudson!"

Taking out the key to enter the door, Watson stood on the stairs and said to the landlord who was sloppy in the kitchen, reminding them that they are back: "We have guests today, please have three cups of tea, thank you!"

"I'm not your butler, boys!"

The landlady's voice soon followed the sound of rummaging through the tea bags.Watson smiled, thanked him again, and turned to catch up with Sherlock and Joyce who had already entered the living room, signaling the latter to sit first.

"Can I sit on the couch?"

Glancing at the small bench dedicated to the client of 221B, Joyce nodded apologetically: "My back is not in good shape, and I was hit with a kidney just now."

In the name of Deadpool, he dares to say anything.The ex-killer recalled the place where his roommate was shot in the tunnel, and found that there was nothing wrong with his statement, and then he became more confident.

And Watson: "..."

No, at your young age, it's really easy to make people think blindly, okay?

Standing there speechless for a while, the ex-military doctor made a begrudging gesture with a dazed expression on his face.And watching Joyce happily sit down on their soft couch, the great detective Sherlock Holmes, who knows everything, didn't bother to pierce it. He just took off his long trench coat, threw himself into his arm sofa, and waited. The landlady brought up their tea.

"Then we can talk now."

Press your fingertips together to support your mandible.Sherlock spoke in a tone that sounded calm, but acquaintances knew that he was about to get high when they heard it: "What do you want from me?"

"Mr. Holmes, I am looking for you for..."

Opening his mouth, Joyce organized his words, and just halfway through the first sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by a muffled sound of knocking on the glass from outside the window.

He shut his mouth abruptly and turned his head to look.The detective and the doctor who were concentrating on listening to Joyce's speech were also taken aback, and at the same time moved their eyes to the direction of the sound——

Outside the window of their second-floor living room, there seemed to be something in a red and black tights lying on its stomach.

"Hello, excuse me, I have a question to ask!"

Pressing his head against the glass almost deformed his entire face.The real Deadpool is stuck to the windows of 221B like a dead fish, relentlessly trying to get his voice inside:

"I'm Wade Wilson, you can call me Deadpool. Have you seen my roommate, Joyce? That short guy who's as cold as ice, with a dead face, and a right arm made of iron... Wow, Hani, so you are here!"

Joyce: "...fuck."

Are you just fucking trying to beat me?