Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

Early the next morning, An Chunzhi was woken up by the sound of a mobile phone message as usual.

[Boxing Coach]: "Donut, it's time to get up and work out!"

[Donut]:"……"

Ever since An Chunzhi agreed to do morning exercises with netizens, the boxing coach dutifully called him up every day, unshakeable.

An Chunzhi is very curious, is it true that boxing coaches are so energetic and have a very fixed concept of time?

Sometimes he still wants to sleep in!

The only good thing is that the boxing trainer has a super slow typing speed.During the time he was talking, An Chunzhi could still squirm for a while on his super soft bed with four layers of cotton mattress.

[Boxing coach]: "Are you really awake?"

[Boxing coach]: "Open your eyes and talk back, don't accidentally send over strange pictures."

An Chunzhi held up the mobile phone and looked at it with sleepy eyes. He was so frightened that he was not sleepy for a while, and quickly crawled out of the bed.

... The past is unbearable, so I won't mention it.

[Donuts]: "Get up. #争论#"

Reluctantly, he washed up slowly before going out, and trotted to Flushing Meadow-Corona Park, ready to practice his Tai Chi.

At this time, the hour hand on the watch is pointing to 05:30.

Meanwhile - in Central Park in Manhattan.

Captain America stood by the lake and looked down at his phone with a helpless expression.

In fact, he had been running around the lake for an hour before waking up the netizen donuts at five o'clock.

But Donut was still sleepy and delayed arriving at the park for half an hour.

This young friend is good at everything. He has a stable and gentle personality and is easy to talk to, but sometimes he gets lazy and always wants to delay plans.

"Oh." Captain America shook his head, put his phone back in his pocket and continued running.

But laziness is a common problem of most young people nowadays, and there is no war in this peaceful age, Captain America is also willing to tolerate the minor problems of his friends.

"Is it really too early to get up at five o'clock?" He murmured to himself, running faster and faster around the lake.

When the time came to 06:30, An Chunzhi trotted back to the [-]th Avenue and opened the rolling door of Ping An Store.

It's kind of like opening a new day.

An Chunzhi went back behind the counter, turned on the old-fashioned TV to watch the morning news, and warmed up a bowl of milk.

"Many people must have seen it yesterday. The giant who appeared in the center of New York... It was he who blocked the wormhole with his head that prevented aliens from continuing to come to the earth." The host with a sweet smile said , with a photo taken by someone yesterday in the background.

Even though the photo is far away and blurry, it can still make everyone feel the shock.

An Chunzhi changed another station.

"This superhero is actually no stranger to us. He is the Red Lantern Superman who has been very popular on the Internet recently. Although the popularity is not as good as Spiderman, a good neighbor of New Yorkers, Red Lantern Superman has gone through yesterday's alien invasion incident... "

—still talking about him.

"Sure enough, it's being reported." An Chunzhi muttered.

He knew that yesterday's restoration of his original body shape must have caused a sensation.

An Chunzhi almost gave up correcting that misnomer right now, can't the American people really give him a better name!Does it have to be so localized?

Watch out for Superman coming to sue him for name infringement!

And speaking of it... it seems that there is a superhero called Green Lantern, so is he lucky that he is not called Red Lantern?

An Chunzhi shook his head, tiptoed and took out a box of oatmeal from the top cabinet.

The bell at the door rang crisply.

"Welcome!" An Chunzhi smiled reflexively.But when he saw who was coming, he couldn't help but slow down pouring oatmeal into the milk bowl.

It was a vicissitudes old man with white hair and wrinkled face, wearing a dirty coat that was so worn that the color could hardly be discerned.

Trembling, he walked to the sandwich rack, turned half sideways and asked cautiously, "Sir... I only have two pounds, can I buy a sandwich?"

Two sterling is about two dollars and six dollars, and the cheapest sandwiches cost five dollars.

The old man looked worried that An Chunzhi would kick him out.

"Uh...take it yourself." An Chunzhi quickly glanced at the cafe across the road, and asked curiously, "Are you British?"

"No." The old man gasped out of his throat, and he turned even harder, and took a long time to take a sandwich from the shelf.

An Chunzhi waited for a while, but did not hear the old man's explanation, so he asked: "Then why do you have pounds?"

The old man's body tilted even harder, holding the sandwich in one hand and reaching into his pocket to feel for something.

After a few seconds, he breathed hard and said, "It was given to me by a kind person."

"Oh." An Chunzhi dragged his voice out, didn't ask any more questions, and waited to collect the money.

But this strange old man still stood there, dawdling in his pockets, and didn't move for a long time.

"If you're not hungry, then you don't have to buy a sandwich. Don't worry, I won't kick you out." An Chunzhi finally couldn't help reminding him,

"Then can you please stop peeking at the opposite side like this? It's not good for your eyes, really."

The old man finally turned his body completely around, straightened his waist and looked at An Chunzhi in astonishment.

Then he actually put the sandwich back on the shelf, turned around and stared intently at the cafe across the road, ignoring An Chunzhi.

"..." An Chunzhi shook his head wordlessly, picked up the bowl and began to drink his oat milk.

What a strange person.

After a while, the old man seemed to have discovered something, and rushed out the door with a very vigorous speed, and went straight to the cafe opposite.

An Chunzhi was startled, and curiously leaned out from behind the counter and stared at the other side.

After the old man rushed into the cafe, the situation inside became chaotic.With An Chunzhi's eyesight, he could clearly see that the old man was fighting three other people with skills that were completely out of his age.

Those were two middle-aged men in suits sitting in a coffee shop talking, and the other was a bodyguard following one of the men in suits.

The old man punched the bodyguard's nose with an uppercut so hard that An Chunzhi even saw the nosebleed splattered when the security guard leaned back.

Then the big head fell heavily to the ground and didn't move.

The man in the suit with a ferocious face rushed over from behind, trying to strangle the old man's neck, but in the next moment he was so smoked that he retched a few times, and he couldn't continue his movements.He was seized by the old man and fell over his shoulder. He fell face down on the ground and lost his fighting power.

"The smell is really strong." An Chunzhi murmured sympathetically.

But the last man in the suit didn't continue to resist at all. After seeing the end of the first man, he chose to escape out the door.Anyway, many ordinary people in the cafe are fleeing at this moment.

After the old man reacted, he immediately rushed out to chase him. In just a few breaths, the old man pushed the man in the suit to the road and said something to him.

The man in the suit, who was struggling violently, also gradually gave up his resistance, lying on the ground with a face ashen.

An Chunzhi took a sip of the milk slowly, and became more curious. He controlled his hearing, and the voice from across the road became clear in an instant.

"Hello? Is it the police station? I witnessed a traumatic incident at Bingo Cafe on Fifteenth Avenue, Queens..." The old man changed into a young man's voice, and said to the phone in a panicked tone, "Yes ...but the wounding old man said the victim was the one who killed the Thomas family a year ago."

"There was another victim in the cafe. The old man said that he seemed to be...a high-ranking official, and he had been dealing with the murderer. The evidence of the high-ranking official's alleged bribery was also sent to the police station's e-mail ...yes...yes...well, I'll wait here."

The old man still said worriedly and panicked in that somewhat exaggerated young voice: "Then please come quickly, Mr. Police."

He hung up the phone with satisfaction.

The old man brought the man in the suit who was no longer resisting back to the cafe, tied him up together with two other people, explained a few words to the people in the cafe, and then strode leisurely across the road and walked towards the Pingan store again come over.

His current gait is steady, his figure is tall and straight, and he doesn't have the stooped and panting appearance of before.

The bell on the door rang, and the old man turned a blind eye and went straight to the shelf, took a sandwich, and put five yuan on the counter in front of An Chunzhi.

"You have money now?" An Chunzhi asked curiously, "And you called the police just now, why don't you run away quickly?"

He felt that the old man was probably similar to a law enforcer in the dark, an unsung hero who used his own methods to maintain the world.

"I took it from that man's pocket." The old man shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was very casual, "So do you mind if I change clothes in your store?"

He tore off his long beard and white hair, revealing the face of a radiant young man.

The young man began to take off his clothes in front of An Chunzhi without hesitation, and whispered in a low and beautiful voice like a cello: "In order to catch the two of them, I wore this clothes for a week—— Can you lend me that shirt over there? The same goes for the pants, just pretend I bought them."

"Tell me the price and I'll give it to you later."

"...No need." An Chunzhi said dryly with shock.

Looking at this face, he seemed to vaguely realize who the man standing in front of him was.

"But that coffee shop and my shop are monitored. As long as the police check, they will definitely find that you have come to my shop, and they will also know what you look like after changing your clothes. Your behavior of changing clothes here Isn't it too unwise?" An Chunzhi struggled to ask at the end of the test.

"They won't." The young man buttoned the last button of his white shirt and said calmly without any doubt.

"Why?" An Chun was puzzled.

The young man didn't answer him, but straightened his clothes and turned around, picked up a sandwich from the counter and handed it to An Chunzhi: "Thank you for adding some bacon and cheese."

An Chunzhi opened his mouth to say something, and the man took out a pound and two fifty-pence coins from his pocket.

"This time, there are really only these pounds left." He said with a pitiful expression.

"..."

What else could An Chunzhi say, but with a headache, he took the sandwich and added it for him.

Anyway, the money is almost enough to add the price of bacon.

As if wanting to reciprocate, the young man answered An Chunzhi's question just now: "Why? Because I can solve at least three cases for the police station on average in a week, and I have helped them improve their performance by 70.00% in the past two years!"

"Now do you still think they will check the surveillance?"

An Chunzhi shook his head in shock and admiration, wrapped the sandwich with bacon and cheese in oiled paper, and handed it to him again: "May I ask your name one last time?"

The young man took a bite of the sandwich as if he was hungry, then stroked the messy curly hair on his head at the glass counter, then paused, and looked at An Chunzhi:

"Me? It's time to go back...Okay."

"My name is Sherlock Holmes." He said calmly.

The author has something to say:

The article refers to Sherlock Holmes in "Sherlock".Here is a brief introduction for those who haven't seen it:

This play tells the story of the modern version of Sherlock Holmes: he is a famous big detective, and he takes his assistant John Watson to experience various thrilling and interesting cases in modern London.

Gradually, Sherlock Holmes discovered that there was a figure behind the criminals who committed the crimes-Moriarty, he was a very clever criminal consultant, but he could never catch his handle.He takes pleasure in criminal events.

Later, after Holmes and Moriarty died together in public (in fact, Holmes faked his death in order to confuse Moriarty's old department), he pretended to be all kinds of people and ran around, secretly pulling out Moriarty. Power, this kind of life will last for two years.

The timeline here in the article is about the two years when Holmes acted secretly after his fake death.