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

An Chunzhi shook his head, turned off the TV, and stopped worrying about the man in the hood.

As long as he recovers his energy this afternoon, he can go to deal with the Kirielods.It's a bit tough to play two at the same time, but he can also summon friends.

An Chunzhi held the cat teasing stick, huddled under the blanket, teasing the little white cat and scratching it around, gradually feeling drowsy.

His body slowly tilted to the side of the pillow, dragged the quilt and buried face down on the bed.

The little white cat next to him stared at the feather on the cat teasing stick with piercing eyes, but after waiting for a long time, the little thing didn't move any more.It turned its head, looking for its owner in confusion - and then found that the owner was not moving.

The little white cat rushed over in a hurry, jumped forward, and jumped onto An Chunzhi's head.

"Hmm!" An Chunyi, who was forcibly buried in the quilt, was awakened instantly, and he sat up suddenly, and what he saw was the little white cat squatting obediently in front of him, and his familiar blue eyes blinked Blink, as if it hadn't done anything just now.

An Chunzhi preached earnestly: "Melba—why do I call you Melba again? Forget it, I almost can't remember the name of the monster—Melba, look, your shit-shoveling officer is not Die, live well, don't trample me awake again."

——It is said that cats will think that people are dead when they fall asleep, so they have to make trouble from time to time to make sure that its excrement shovel can still work normally.

The little white cat is still squatting obediently, making people want to beat and rub, I don't know if I understand it.

An Chunzhi put away the cat teaser and put it on the bedside table—the bedside table also became bumpy, and the alarm clock, cups and other things on it were used by Steve to block the attacks of the Kiriarods.

He fell down again, then stretched out his arms, and took the little white cat into the bed.The little white cat wriggled and found near An Chunzhi's abdomen, and nestled there.

The sleepiness that was interrupted just now continued to surge up, and An Chunzhi finally fell into a dark and sweet dream.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard rustling sounds in the room, and a conversation in a lowered voice, both of which were very familiar.

"Has Ann slept since noon?"

"Look at the location of the TV remote and the phone, obviously yes."

"Is he also sleepy like this? Or is this normal—sleeping in? Uh, you know I'm always insomniac, and I don't get much sleep. So I can't really make a good judgment call on that."

"—I don't know. Boss Ann always sleeps when he's down. Nothing special—there's always a few days every month."

How many days are there in every month? ?

Hearing this, An Chunzhi couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes and sat up.

In the afternoon, Steve, who said he was going to clean up Hydra, was standing in the bedroom with a broom and rag in his hand and was cleaning the corners of the dust.Surprisingly, the person standing at the window chatting with him was actually Sherlock!

"Are you awake?" Sherlock turned around and asked calmly, without the consciousness of being teased behind the bag.He raised the list in his hand, "Have you read the new purchase list I handed over to Modu before?"

"I saw it." An Chunzhi yawned, tried to concentrate, and recalled, "You seem to have deleted some of the products that didn't sell well, and I remember the new additions... er, superheroes Around the series?"

"They all like superheroes. I noticed before that the most sold in the store is food, but the fastest selling are models and those little things with superhero logos on them." Sherlock shook his head, "Every time you sell out You have to wait a week to get the next shipment, and the shelves in the middle are empty, which is the biggest waste.”

"So I should buy more things they like?" An Chunzhi asked, now he felt that he didn't care enough about the situation of the store.

Sherlock nodded reservedly, put his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker, and said with a certain aura, "Let's go to the next door to see."

An Chunzhi glanced at Steve next to him, the blond man gestured with a rag, smiled at him and shook his head.

"Okay." An Chunzhi carefully avoided the sleeping little white cat under the bed, and got out of bed.But as soon as he followed Sherlock out of the bedroom door, he stood stunned in the small living room.

This place can no longer be described as a small living room.

The wall of the second-floor house next door was actually broken through, and the area of ​​the living room was at least doubled. In front of it was a wall and two doors on the left and right.

"Those two rooms are bedrooms, and there is an iron ladder at the end leading to the small attic above, a very small room." Sherlock introduced, "The first floor is the first floor down the stairs, and the first floor has already been opened, and the workers are installing it. Shelves, and those things that will be added in the future can be sold here.”

"Seeing that you are sleeping in the afternoon, I will tentatively make it like this. If there is anything you don't like, you can change it."

In this way, no matter whether it is life or shop work, there is no more trouble.

...Did he sleep so soundly in the afternoon?

However, An Chunzhi couldn't help interrupting Sherlock, lowered his voice and asked, "Wait, Sherlock, you bought this house——you bought it?"

Sherlock shrugged.

"It's too expensive, I can't use it." An Chunzhi immediately refused.

At the beginning, all his savings were put together to open this Ping An store. Now Sherlock is equivalent to buying a house for him to use?

After refusing, An Chunzhi was a little curious, "Isn't all your money temporarily unusable?"

"Because I'm going back." Sherlock said lightly, his eyes fixed on a random place in the air, "And I promised you to increase the sales of the store before, this is just a means of fulfilling the promise."

"but--"

"It's okay if you use it as a hush money." Sherlock folded his arms in front of his chest, and said teasingly, "Sherlock Holmes came back from the dead, so he fled to the United States to work as a store clerk... I will never give up on this kind of topic." I don't want to see it in the newspaper."

His pale and handsome face was calm, and he looked at An Chunzhi with calm and penetrating eyes, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, which was fleeting.Immediately, he returned to the usual arrogant and willful Sherlock.

He said that on purpose - who said that Sherlock's EQ is outrageously low?

An Chunzhi was amused by his meaning: "It seems that I blackmailed you a lot of money?"

"Just leave me a room in the future, I haven't finished my research on American superheroes." Sherlock replied quickly.He looked regretful,

"It's a pity that my mortal enemy will come soon, otherwise I can stay for a few more months."

An Chunzhi pretended not to hear.

Said to be a mortal enemy, but isn't it actually his own brother?Such arrogance can scare people who just know it.

He walked towards the living room of the house next door, curiously climbed the ladder into the small attic above, and looked around in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, Sherlock also came up, and even turned on the light.

This attic is very small and rough built. It should have been designed by the original residents.There are no windows in the attic, and no more than room for an adult to sleep with their legs curled up in it.Now two people standing in it feel a little crowded.

"Come on, Sherlock, did you call me out to say something?" An Chunzhi felt that the current distance would prevent others from hearing the conversation, so he asked.

From just now, he felt that Sherlock hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something.It was also for this reason that Steve refused to act with them.

Sherlock was silent for a few seconds before making up his mind, turned his head to look at An Chunzhi, and solemnly invited: "Ann, when things are over, do you want to come to England to see?"

"—Britain?" An Chunzhi was stunned for a moment, and began to think.Such an option had never crossed his mind before.

Sherlock coughed dryly: "I want to continue to study you people with supernatural powers. The fastest progress is you, Captain America and Superman. Why are superheroes a specialty of the United States?"

An Chunzhi understood, and couldn't help laughing: "You must have such unusual people in Britain, maybe they are not just called superheroes."

"—I won't be studied by me voluntarily." Sherlock said coolly.

An Chunzhi smiled reassuringly, and said in thought: "Whether I can go to England... It depends on the situation, right? The Kirielod people haven't solved it yet. And monsters always appear in New York. If I leave, it will be too late." back."

"Stephen," said Sherlock.

An Chunzhi immediately gave him a meaningful look.

Terrible, neither Strange nor ex-M.D.!

"Stephen's portal is really convenient, and it doesn't consume as much energy as my teleportation." An Chunzhi admitted, "It's much more convenient this way. I'll give you an answer after thinking about it. After all, traveling is beneficial to me. It’s a matter of caution.”

——After all, he is poor, and the money spent on traveling abroad is worth his careful consideration for a long time.

Sherlock put forward a suggestion from the heart: "Pay travel expenses and play expenses, just don't avoid me when you use your abilities every day, and then answer some questions."

"Isn't that the same as now? It's just that you pay me my salary instead." An Chunzhi observed Sherlock's expression and found that he was serious, so he also agreed.

"Well, I'll go to England to play with you when I'm done."

Sherlock nodded, and his tense cheeks relaxed a bit after talking about this topic.

After turning around the newly expanded two floors, the two of them returned to his bedroom, and Sherlock left voluntarily—and took away the sleepy little white cat before leaving.

Only Steve and An Chunzhi were left in the bedroom.

For a while, the two of them stared at each other, blue eyes and black eyes, as if they had a thousand words to ask, but they didn't know what to say first.

In the end, it was Steve who broke the atmosphere first. He took out an hourglass-like device from his pocket and said, "Ann, this is what Tony asked me to bring to Tiga when I came back."

The device has the shape of an hourglass, and the top and base are made of some unknown metal, which is very strong.The transparent part in the middle shines with a soft and steady light, which is radiant and beautiful.

"What is this?" An Chunzhi had an inexplicable urge to take it.

Steve recalled what Tony had said, and replied:

"Tony said that this is an experimental power bank specially made for Tiga."

The author has something to say:

Steve: "This is Dijia's power bank."

An Chunzhi: "...Huh??"