[Comprehensive] I am broadcasting live in poisonous

New York, USA.

Tony drives a cool sports car through the boulevard, and the summer night makes him want to move. The rhythmic music and the big-breasted beauty in the passenger seat make him attract a lot of attention along the way, and the envious eyes almost accompany him. All grow.

The girl next to him was twisting and turning. As the owner of Stark Tower, Tony really had too much androgen, and he was always in a romantic mood.

The headlights came on, and the front was dark, but a man with soft features flashed by the corner of the street. He was about to hit him, he stepped on the brakes, and hurriedly opened the door, but there was nothing in front of the car.

"Honey, did you hit someone?"

The girl screamed in surprise.

Tony rubbed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Probably not, or was I knocked into the air?" He was a little hesitant, even if he didn't get a definite answer from Jarvis, which made Iron Man a little nervous, Could it be that he really hit someone? .

This is the big map.

After a day's work, he saw no less than three characters in the plot, and the strong effects that would be produced in it, and he didn't know if he would be caught off guard one day in the future.

In the alley not far from the sports car, Jian Yue looked at the iron man in front of him who was in a hurry to comfort his girlfriend, and didn't plan to go out to meet him. The dim light made it difficult to see his expression clearly, and he turned around in the next second. Leave in the other direction.

The New York community is always quiet at night, this quietness can penetrate into the room, except for the warm street lights, there is no loud noise.As for the residents who just moved in today, the windows are closed and the curtains are drawn tightly. It is precisely this way of increasing the sound insulation that makes the sound of Sherlock leaning on the sofa playing the violin without causing public outrage.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we got back to the residence, maybe the curly-haired detective was starving.

Guiltyly, Jian Yue ignored the noise of Sherlock playing the violin, although the repertoire played by the detective when he was upset was really a torture. He opened the refrigerator in his residence, looked at the rich dishes inside, and decided to reward him tonight The curly-haired detective who just came out of prison kicked off the prelude to their real cohabitation life with a sumptuous and delicious dinner that can be called a delicacy on the tip of the tongue.

Sixi balls, assorted vegetables, braised pork, beef brisket stewed in red wine, paired with two cups of black tea to warm the stomach, and pork ribs and corn soup stewed on the stove.

Sherlock put down the violin in his hand, and came to the dining table with a calm expression. His well-proportioned, slender hands picked up chopsticks and spoons unskillfully, and his brown pupils glanced up slightly, as if mocking Jian Yue's previous opponent. He boasted about his cooking skills, but the second he put the braised pork in his mouth, on the dining table, he could only hear the percussion music of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Jian Yue smiled, "If you still like it, I will cook Chinese food for you in the future."

Sherlock responded with a smirk: "It's a pity that I can't pay you, Mr. Jane. My budget doesn't include the chef, but if you are willing to be an assistant, you can also include this item."

"It's just a free benefit for living together. As I said, I will cook all the meals in the future. Mr. Holmes, I only have one request for you, regular work and rest, healthy rhythm of life, don't put yourself in danger, and at last So I can make more friends." Jian Yue finished speaking calmly, and gave the detective a period of relief from the warmth and caring, and stood up, "I'll go see how the soup is stewed."

Slowly simmering over low heat, the noodle soup is swaying with floating flowers, and the fragrance permeates the whole kitchen.

Jian Yue turned off the fire, but a strange figure appeared in his field of vision. It was on the street outside the villa complex opposite. Temperament, from head to toe, he is an absolutely decent person. It seems that he has been running for a long time. The wet hair of that person is scattered, and small strands of water slide down the collar. People are full of imagination.

Could this be the fourth plot character?

Just as he was thinking, the man suddenly looked over.

The two looked at each other.

Seeing his front face, Jian Yue probably had a guess.

"Hey." Thinking of the legendary man who should not be good at striking up conversations with outsiders, he ran towards this side, stood under the window and looked up, hesitated for a while, and finally asked tentatively in distress and embarrassment: "Friend , you are a new resident, right?"

Jian Yue was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"You can call me Steven, I live next door to you." The expected superhero, but at this moment an unspeakable feeling lingers between his brows, not like the majestic and tall hero in the war years, It's just that some experiences accumulated between his brows and eyes make him look extremely reliable.

Steven really didn't do this often, he stumbled, "I want to ask if there are any children at home who are learning to play the violin?"

Jian Yue raised his brows slightly, it seemed that even though Sherlock didn't cause public outrage, the violin he played finally interfered with a person with superhuman hearing, "I'm sorry, I will try to let him play some nice pieces, In fact, he has been learning the violin for a long time, but today he is in a bad mood."

"I'm in a bad mood, but it's actually not bad..." Steven shrugged pretending to be friendly, but he was still a little unfamiliar with the way of communicating with this advanced era. He looked sincere, "Kids are easy to coax, you Be nice to him and he won't get angry so easily."

"..."

How to put it, Jian Yue can only imagine that one day, when Sherlock came out of the house to greet Steven, what kind of embarrassing expression the Captain America would have.

But at this moment, he decided to acquiesce that there is a child in his family.

Steven stood outside the window and could see Jian Yue holding the soup pot in one hand. He looked around a little and understood the situation, "You...are you taking care of him alone?" He understood it as divorced, or unmarried with a baby , this Captain America unexpectedly likes to gossip, and he likes to talk about trivial daily things very much.

"Is this Chinese food?"

"There is still red wine from 87."

"I heard it from a distance just now. You are amazing. As a single... But I have made a mess of my life up to now."

Captain America himself was surprised to be able to chat with a stranger for so long, but the dark and indifferent eyes of the other party, as well as the gentle and harmless temperament on his body, made him unconsciously let go of the burden. People with the same aura probably liked each other. With a natural attractiveness, Jian Yue can chat with him freely, and even discuss songs from decades ago, and popular dresses back then, "I cook a lot of meals, and the two of us eat too. Not finished, do you want to try it?"

Finally, when Steven was about to say goodbye and go back to rest, he tweeted about his craft.

Steven hesitated for a while, but glanced at the soup in the hands of the new neighbor from the corner of his eye, and nodded involuntarily in agreement.

It was originally planned that if Sherlock and him were not enough to eat the whole table, but now I unexpectedly wanted to pack it for Captain America #新智喜欢着的好卫尖#…

Watching the other party's figure enter the room from a distance, Jian Yue touched his nose and laughed a little. This unexpected and gentle way of meeting was really beyond his expectation.

This is also the benefit of being a neighbor and an ordinary citizen whom he regards as the object of protection. He still remembers that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. spent a lot of effort to get Steven to get close to him.

Jian Yue returned to the house with the soup.

The dishes in front of Sherlock were already messed up, and the comfort of the eyes of the other party expressed his satisfaction with the dinner. He was playing with his mobile phone, and suddenly said: "Evening news, Spider-Man solved the problem of the lizard people and saved innocent citizens. , and Tony, the top helm of Stark Corporation, actually had a breakup scene with his girlfriend on the street... Ha, there are more news in New York than in London. Look at this one again, Xavier’s private school for gifted teenagers, this one The headmaster's name... oh, it's interesting."

Jian Yue glanced at him, and silently brought the soup in front of him.

Sherlock thanked, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think these news seem to be very close to us?"

Jian Yue smiled without saying a word.

I always feel that nothing can be hidden from Sherlock's eyes. This is the case in details, how much has he been dissected in the eyes of the other party?

I really don't want to see the day when Sherlock is completely sure of his origin, this curly detective will probably fly high

Just as he was thinking, Jian Yue couldn't help raising his hand again, pressing his eyelids, the compass in his arms was getting hot.

There is something new about the little sparrow.

These superheroes have already started their own story lines, presumably the intersection point in the future is also close at hand, and the war with aliens caused by the Rubik's Cube will not be too far away, Thor and Loki, and their Father...and many, many hidden characters.

He had to settle the matter in the Caribbean Sea as soon as possible, otherwise, in the situation where force and mental energy were restrained, he had no time to take care of those sudden situations.

"It's late, go to bed early."

Jian Yue got up in a hurry, behind him, the detective blinked, took out his small notebook again, and recorded Jian Yue's sleep frequency.

In the Caribbean Sea, in the bright early morning, the sea breeze blows ripples, rippling with dreamlike scenes. This is a sailor's paradise and an adventurer's dream land. On that piece of clear sea fish and emerald green sea, wandering freely Countless sailing ships, these are pirate ships from various sea areas, royal warships from England, and even the monarch's private navy from Spain... They all came rushing to Jack's news.

That pirate who once covered all the legendary stories on the sea, that big liar who owns the fountain of youth, that one who kept saying that he was going to hold a wedding... unlucky guy?

On a pirate ship left by a black beard, Angelica, who was free and unrestrained and lifted her skirt, had already summoned countless captains who had heard the news, and made a covenant to carve up this Jack Sparrow together, his limbs, His head and torso... Well, they were divided neatly, without leaving any scraps of meat.