[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

"...This is the fourteenth floor, how did you climb up there?"

Looking out of the window at the figure clinging to the glass like a bat, so precarious that one wonders if he will fall in the next second, Joyce was speechless for a while, then stretched out his hand to open the floor-to-ceiling window, and motioned for the other person to come in quickly: "It's so life-threatening!" Too long?"

"I have a safety rope on."

It didn't seem at all surprising to see Joyce here.The visitor turned around with difficulty from the position of facing away from the window and wanted to jump off the building, and climbed into the house unceremoniously, shaking the rope around his waist by the way, and a strange little curly hair was blown around by the wind.

"Are you okay?" Looking around at the other party, Sherlock Holmes turned his head and looked at the furnishings in the room, but asked a seemingly unrelated question: "I read the news on the viaduct."

"I can't die anyway."

It wasn't surprising that he could see that he had something to do with the viaduct, Joyce said with a shrug.Although his healing ability is not as good as that of Deadpool, it is far beyond ordinary people's perception.Even though he was shot in the chest at 221B, and Zero took a few bullets for him later, but after a night of recuperation, he was basically in good shape, except for the scars, there was no trace of his past. Injured.

Congratulations.

He spoke very politely, but his expression did not show any sincerity at all, and he even gave a quick smirk.Sherlock nodded at him perfunctorily, and didn't seem to intend to listen to Joyce's answer, and continued to turn around and poke his head towards the window he came in.

Looking at him like this, one can tell that Sherlock's use of this novelty-seeking method is by no means specifically to find himself.Joyce followed him to look out the window, but was dazzled by the terrible height under his feet: "Honestly, what are you doing here?"

"Lestrade asked me to investigate a case here, which is interesting. I need to find out how the murderer got into a secret room more than ten floors high."

Glancing at him from the corner of the eye, the big detective answered quickly.And as if to confirm what he said, they went down one floor, almost in a room on the same vertical plane, John Watson also poked his head out, twisted his neck and looked up, his expression was not friendly , seems to disagree with the detective's insistence on personally practicing the murderer's crime process.

"Sherlock, are you alright?" The poor ex-military doctor asked bitterly, taking care of his roommate's life and worrying about his nanny.When he found Joyce, he was shocked: "Is that next to you...?"

"Yes, the client who nearly died in our living room."

The positioning of Joyce is very accurate.Sherlock pretended that he didn't see the ex-killer beside him rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, and said to him blatantly, and then brought the topic back to the case itself: "Look, if it was you, you could get someone from someone upstairs. Speed ​​down to the thirteenth floor, and then open the window and go in?"

"I?"

A little surprised that Sherlock came back to ask his opinion, Joyce carefully looked at the space between the rooms, and nodded affirmatively: "As long as the tools are suitable, of course I can."

But Sherlock came to ask him for his opinion, which was of no reference value, after all, Joyce would not think that he was really like an ordinary person.This is what he said modestly, if necessary, even without any tools, let him rappel from the top of the building with his bare hands, he can accurately reach any required position.

This has nothing to do with the strength of the ability or not, but the fighting instinct engraved in the bone.

"Ah."

Of course he understood that, Sherlock nodded.He also looked like he just needed a professional's advice and guidance on where to get down, so he wouldn't end up miserably stuck in mid-air, dangling back and forth like a brine duck.

In all fairness, Joyce actually wanted to see that scene.And the same is true of the former military doctor below who was so worried that his hair fell out.But out of kindness to the temporary partner, Joyce refrained from doing anything bad, but sincerely told him how to descend to stop by the window, and then opened the French windows in one go.

"so?"

Grabbing the rope, he tentatively stepped on the window sill of the thirteenth floor where the murder in the secret room took place.After getting the nod from the ex-killer, Sherlock tucked his whole leg in, and sat straddling the window edge in a posture somewhere between "I can't think about it, I'm going to jump from here" and "I found life again." I don’t want to die because of the beauty of this scene”, Watson’s eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his collar to prevent him from falling because he was too smug.

Watching Sherlock crawl into the room with difficulty, he quickly disappeared from his sight.Joyce waited for a while, making sure that the other party didn't need his help anymore, so he wanted to shrink back and close the window.Since Sherlock will come here to investigate the case, it means that Scotland Yard must also have someone here. Although he doesn't think anyone will recognize him, he is a wanted mercenary anyway, and he must look a bit wanted, Joey Stuart didn't intend to meet the detective Sherlock was talking about.

However, just when he made up his mind and was about to retract his head, his mobile phone that had been placed on the coffee table suddenly rang.Joyce was stunned, picked up the phone to unlock the screen and looked at it, and found that someone sent him a string of unknown numbers in a text message, and the signature of the text message was none other than the person downstairs who was still at the scene of the crime Great detective.

This is?

Joyce's head was full of question marks, and he couldn't help looking.Downstairs, Sherlock, who had already disappeared before, suddenly appeared by the window, turned his head to look over, and mouthed each word silently.

"Go here, maybe there is something you are interested in." He winked at the bewildered former killer: "I hacked from Mycroft's computer."

...What is Mycroft?

Bewildered even more by him.Joyce stared at the numbers in his hand for a while, and decided to trust the big detective once more. He took out a miniature device from the pocket of his coat that was still on the side, and began to click on it.

And 10 minutes later.

"Haney? I'm back!"

Pushing the door open with his butt, Deadpool came in holding a stack of pizza boxes, humming a song, with two cans of Coke on his head, looking like a monkey performing tricks in a circus: "What flavor of pizza do you want? Is seafood okay? I remember I bought a copy of the same style as Looking Up at the Stars.”

And no one answered.

I have long been used to my roommate's ignorance, and Deadpool doesn't need an audience very much, so he just chattered happily.But soon, when he found that he didn't receive any reply even if he handed the pizza to the other party, he began to realize that Joyce really didn't notice that he was back, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at his mobile phone in a daze , seemed to have been immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.

For a killer, this is basically an impossible situation.

"Joyce?"

The tone became serious.Deadpool put down the pizza box in his hand, and looked up at the other party's phone, only to see a row of numbers that looked like coordinates, and a string of deciphered, unfamiliar addresses below: "What is this?" ?”

"The clue that Holmes gave me."

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his usual calmness.Joyce dropped the phone, and ended up stuffing a piece of the pizza in the opponent's hand into his mouth, chewing it limply.Then the second and third pieces were stuffed, at an astonishingly fast speed.

Facts have proved that no matter how high your strength is and how powerful your personality is, as long as you are still a living person and do not have extraordinary skills, you must eat well, especially when you wake up and the self-healing factor After all the energy in your stomach is used up.

"I really believe you're starving to death."

Seeing that the other party ate almost half of the pizza, including the same type of looking up at the starry sky that he bought but hadn't considered whether to try it yet.Deadpool stared blankly at Joyce sipping a glass of Coke, looking like a bulging hamster busy stuffing melon seeds in his mouth, and almost couldn't help but want to go up and rub it.But thinking that the other party still has a crime tool in his hand that can splash his face, he still desperately held back.

"Do you still eat?" He took out a piece of pizza from his box itchingly, and shook it like a dog in front of the former killer: "Brother, I still have it here, just give me a kiss—"

"Fuck you."

Joyce slapped the pizza directly on his face.After thinking about it, he pulled off Deadpool's tight collar and poured the Coke with only ice cubes in his hand with lightning speed.In the end, he shook it, letting the ice cubes roll all the way to the bottom. Whether it was intentional or not, they all piled up on his key parts, almost freezing the other party out of breath.

"Fuck. You, are you a fucking devil?!" Wade groaned on the carpet as if he was about to die. Wade tremblingly pointed at Joyce's face, his tone extremely sad and angry: "This is me. Sexual blessings for the rest of my life!!"

"Can't you grow up by yourself?"

Ignoring his angry stare, Joyce patted the residue on his hands, jumped up from the bed, and began to check the rest of his equipment: "I'm going out tonight, don't wait for me."

"Go for what?"

Hearing this, he stopped the rolling motion, and Deadpool raised his head vigilantly: "You don't plan to take me with you?!"

"I'm going to confirm something, and I don't intend to conflict with anyone." Joyce looked back at him, with a deep expression on his expression, "Can you be a little tricky?": "Your stealth technology is so terrible, bring You and I will be forced to fight HYDRA all over London."

Deadpool: "...fuck."

"You're going to find Hydra, so I can't let you go alone!" Deadpool retorted with the accusation of being betrayed written all over his face, resolutely not going out to eat alone with Joyce: " Your character is so bad, if you mess it up again, there will be no one to bury you!"

Joyce: "... count yourself as ruthless."

The two glared at each other through the bacon and cheese on Deadpool's face. One wanted to knock the other's head off, and the other wanted to tear out the other's intestines with his bare hands. It looked as if they were about to fight in the next second.But in the end, after a silent confrontation, it ended in a relatively peaceful ending.Joyce put down the metal hand that was about to slap Deadpool's face, and sat back on the bed, his expression began to show the complex and bewildered expression he saw when he first entered the door.

"I probably just don't want you to see that."

With a long sigh full of vicissitudes, the former killer spread his hands in distress: "There should be some things about me there, such as experimental records, maybe it really won't be... so good."

"If you don't want me to watch it, I don't have to watch it." Deadpool replied equally seriously: "But I have to be with you. Someone has to pull you out of the trash when you can't handle everything."

"..."

"And it's as if no one has been experimented on."

"you win."

A little want to hit people, but more want to laugh.Joyce's expression softened for a rare moment. He was about to be moved by the sincerity in the other party's tone, but he heard Deadpool's face collapse again, and he laughed to himself in a voice that challenged the bottom line of human beings:

"Is there a record of the experiment? I wonder if there are any nude photos of Hani. I want to keep one hehehe."

"..."

Hold.

Can you just let people move you for three seconds?

Once again, I felt what it means that Lao Tzu fucked a dog today.Joyce wiped his face, held back for a long time but still couldn't hold back, and once again resolutely and calmly punched the opponent into the floor.