[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Quiet.

After Deadpool's explosive speech, there was an awkward silence in the living room of 221B Baker Street for a few minutes.

Sherlock and Watson looked dazed, their gazes wandering between the sofa and the window were full of bewilderment, as if they were still digesting what happened in just a few seconds.And Joyce, who was dismantled by his roommate with a single mouth, sat stiffly on the spot, exuding black air visible to the naked eye, like a ghost about to crawl out of hell, expressing deeply, "I want your head Unscrew" means, looking at the window almost pokes two holes out of Deadpool.

"Again, what did you call me just now?" He said in a voice that sounded very bad.

"Ah? What did I call you? Shorty?" Deadpool answered in such a confused way, it's hard to tell if he really doesn't think there's anything wrong, or just wants to add fuel to the fire: "I'm not wrong!"

"..."

Joyce felt that he really didn't want to mess around.

Die, bastard.

Under Doctor Watson's horrified gaze, he took out the Lambert/Ning on which Sherlock landed from the crack of the sofa, let alone aiming, without even looking at it, he pointed directly at Deadpool, and buckled firmly and calmly. Pulled the trigger.

'boom--'

The piercing gunshots echoed throughout the living room, and even blew out of the window.Under the muzzle of the gun that was emitting green smoke, Deadpool fell down in response, and leaned back following the inertia, making an exaggerated gesture of falling off the window sill.But before Sherlock or Watson reacted from the shock and ran to the window to catch him, he excitedly waved his hands and rolled up again, crawling into the living room covered in whose blood was unknown, with a The hungry tiger jumped at Joyce who had just shot himself a few seconds ago.

"God Hani, you missed me!" Given that this was impossible for a former Hydra killer, Wade felt that there was only one explanation: "You still love me, right! Even if you know I can't be killed and I don't want to let me eat bullets!!"

you think too much.

I dodged sideways, and then swung at his head.Compared with marksmanship, Joyce's metal arm is not so polite, it just hit the person into the floor with a bang, shaking the whole house as if shaking: "Get out! Drive!!"

"I don't!!" Shouting worse than being shot, Wade climbed up from the ground again, looking at the other party's eyes full of accusations: "Nothing can separate us!!!"

Joyce's eyes were serious: "Our friendship has come to an end."

"But our love has just begun!" Deadpool automatically added the last sentence, thinking of something, with a shy smile on his face: "Besides, we are already living together, and if we live together, we are married—to be honest, if we want Stop talking about where to go later, how long, and what posture to use?"

"...I said, get out! Your mother! Egg!!"

"cough."

After watching a big show for free, Watson and Sherlock went from being terrified at the beginning to being excited, with an interval of less than 5 minutes.Seeing that the two people over there were about to immerse themselves in their own world, one was busy driving in his head, the other was busy tearing down the other's bones, the poor 221B Baker Street was obviously not enough for them to toss, Watson quickly coughed lightly, trying to arouse the other's attention. Note:

"If you can't finish it in a while, you can open a room first, okay?"

"..."

When the voice fell to the ground, Joyce and Deadpool didn't react at all, but the curly-haired detective next to him gave him an indescribable glance, obviously hearing that this was a comment that the former military doctor himself often received with him at the scene of the case, and began to Silently thinking about being regarded as gay, is it really stimulating the other party so much?

But every time I see him refute, he is also very happy and lively, right?

"God, what's going on?!"

And before Sherlock could think of any result, Mrs. Hudson had already come up with their tea.At the first glance, he saw Joyce and Deadpool who were almost huddled together by the sofa, and recognized them as the two who had knocked on the door below earlier. Their expressions alternated to express panic and gossip.

"Sherlock?" She walked to the detective and put down the teacup, leaned over and whispered to him: "Is it not good for you?"

"why?"

Holding his teacup contentedly, Sherlock watched as the other handed another cup to his roommate, who politely thanked him and asked lazily.

And Mrs. Hudson hesitated to speak.

"You young people are not as serious as our generation." Put the last cup of tea beside Joyce, and when the other party finishes beating Deadpool, he can touch it as soon as he reaches out.When she walked out of the living room with the tray, the landlady still couldn't hold back, and explained to her curly-haired tenant worriedly:

"Sherlock, you call your boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend, and your ex-boyfriend's current boyfriend into a room, and sooner or later you will have a fight... I will record all losses in your rent."

"..." The big detective who likes to mention two boyfriends and a hair extension fell silent infinitely.

"Also, don't be sorry for John. Your old friend has come to your door, and he has been wronged enough."

"puff--"

Watson, who was suddenly named, almost sprayed his roommate in the face, and Joyce, who was strangling Deadpool's neck, also twitched the corner of his mouth.In the pseudo Shura field that was forced to form in this room, only Wade agreed with her words out of his own will, and quickly waved his hand from Joyce's claws with difficulty, looking very happy.

"I won't tear down your living room, ma'am. I can take out the trash for you later!"

"I just like a good boy like you."

The favor for Deadpool was raised with a swipe.Mrs. Hudson closed the door happily, and her voice came along with the footsteps going down the stairs: "You talk first, and I'll make you some biscuits later!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

With quick hands and quick eyes, he pressed Deadpool who was still talking to the floor, and directly blocked his mouth.And after Wade was forced to shut down, there was an awkward but polite silence in the air, and the other three people who were not so cheeky and didn't want to admit that they were boyfriends/ex-boyfriends looked at each other After a while, before the atmosphere became more awkward, they looked away at the same time at a certain moment.

"……so."

After a mysterious silence, Sherlock Holmes took the lead in breaking the gap between the few people, and fixed his gaze precisely on Joyce's face:

"Can we get down to business?"

Since the other party decided to act as if nothing had happened, Joyce naturally wouldn't say anything.Withdrew his hand from Deadpool's neck, ignoring him and desperately breathing in fresh air.He sat back on the sofa again, thinking about what he was going to ask, and finally said the first sentence related to the purpose of coming since he entered this living room.

"I want to ask you how much you know about that Moriarty."

The former killer said seriously: "Also, how can I find him?"

Deadpool went after those high claws Joyce knew it well, and probably won't get more information than himself.And here is London, the channels they can get information are limited, instead of rummaging around, it's better to ask Sherlock directly, after all, he seems to have a lot to do with that motherfucker pervert , the enemy of the enemy is a friend, even Joyce, who has always been extremely vigilant, believes in this truth.

"Moriarty?" The big detective frowned when he heard the words, but he didn't immediately ask Joyce why he wanted this guy. Instead, he was silent for a few seconds and asked another question: "You said today that someone dismantled that The bomb in the first carriage, in fact, that person is you, right?"

"it's me."

There is nothing to hide about this, Joyce admitted very simply, and resolutely ignored the noise of Deadpool next to him "and me and me":

"If you have doubts about my purpose, I can tell you clearly that I am not interested in what that person did. It's just that he and my enemy are cooperating to deliver something that is very important to me. I have to It’s impossible to find out where they shipped the stuff.”

"...Then this can explain why he made such a fuss today."

After muttering this sentence to himself, Sherlock held a sip of untouched tea, his brain was running fast, and he quickly figured out a general context of everything.

"I can't tell you where he is right now," he said, "but if he keeps challenging me with puzzles, I'll always know what he wants to do."

If, as Joyce said, Moriarty was trying to hide something that he was cooperating with a certain force to deliver something, then today's behavior of suddenly throwing him a death game and making him exhausted is easy to guess .And if this is the case, then he himself probably has some relevant clues that he is still aware of so far, so he let the other party use this method to divert his attention, so that he can't trace his real purpose.

It wasn't until then that the whole person really woke up from the boring dormancy.The big detective put down his teacup, asked Joyce a few more questions about the matter, and then jumped up from the armrest eagerly.

"Where's your phone?"

Joyce basically had answers to Sherlock's questions, except for hiding things about himself and Hipaw a little bit.Wen Yan silently took out his mobile phone from his pocket. He was just about to speak, but Sherlock, who was in a state of vigorous and resolute, had already grabbed it and quickly pressed a series of things on it.

Joyce felt that if he looked at the operation interface, he might have sent someone a text message.

"Leave a phone number for me. If I have any clues or questions, I will contact you directly." After pressing the last button, he put the phone back into the other party's hand with a snap, and Sherlock spoke to him like this road.

"Okay." Joyce had no objection.But there was one more thing he had to warn the famed consulting detective beforehand: "Try not to get too deep into that Moriarty partner, or—"

Hipaw might see you as an obstacle and turn around to deal with you.

He wanted to remind the other party to be careful, but he was only halfway through when the killer's instinct suddenly started to ring the alarm.Joyce closed his mouth, turned his head to the side abruptly, his face became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and directly scared Deadpool beside him.

"What's the matter, huh—?"

Startled by his dignified expression, he immediately wanted to reach out and draw the knife.Wade asked, but before he finished speaking, he found that Joyce's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and he raised his hand to pull his collar.

However, he was still a step behind.

When he heard the sound of glass shattering behind him, Deadpool suddenly felt something passing through his chest, and the gorgeous blood exploded in front of his eyes.And when he realized that it seemed to be a bullet shot by a sniper, another bullet shot into the previous wound. Without the barrier of flesh and blood, it passed through the body directly and hit the shocked Joe in front of him. His body.

And that flash of blood splashed in mid-air with an annoying arc, even more glaring than his own blood.

They fell at the same time.