[Zhongyingmei] Devouring the sky

"Tsk, I knew that kid was abnormal." Sherlock looked at the information in his hand and smiled very proudly.

Found in the ogre's freezer, and could not find any other information except a buy and sell message.Although he was in a critical condition when he was rescued, he recovered surprisingly quickly after being hospitalized.The food intake is huge, one person can eat the food of several adults, but the digestive system is very normal after examination.Suffering from mild self-awareness disorder and cognitive impairment, he thinks that he is the son of Thor and the evil god in Norse mythology. It just so happens that his biological father Tom is the actor of the evil god Loki. Not normal!

He can also talk like a dog, haha!

Sherlock clasped his hands on his chin, and said happily: "Haha, John, John, this is definitely the most interesting gift I have ever received in my life, thank God! Thank him!" Sherlock opened his hands and did An exaggerated gesture of looking up to God, of course anyone can see from his expression that he has no respect for God at all.

"What's the matter, Sherlock?" John came out of the kitchen with a plate of pancakes, and saw something like a resume displayed on the screen of his laptop. There was no doubt that Sherlock was investigating something again .John leaned over and took a look: "Fenrir Odinson, which customer? Or did some interesting case happen again? It must be a big case for you to thank God so much."

"No case, John." Sherlock took the plate in John's hand casually, then put the laptop in front of him, pointed to the documents on it and said, "Look at John, I'll tell you there's something wrong with that brat."

"It's that kid, I thought his surname was Hiddleston." John frowned and looked at the document, and said in surprise, "Oh my God, this kid has had such a terrible experience, today he was almost caught again Abduction, no wonder Emma is so nervous about him."

"Do you really think this kid has been abducted before? His vigilance is no worse than yours, John." Sherlock stuffed a piece of pancake into his mouth and said, "Did he tell you when he was in the hypermarket? Ever talked? Or did he give you an extra look? No, John. He was out of touch with ordinary people, or he had a certain contempt for ordinary people, as he said, ordinary human beings in his eyes All the same ants, would you approach an ant, obviously not. So do you think an ant can abduct him? And being locked in a freezer by an ogre is full of holes. John, his strength says It may be older than you, I think it takes at least three adults to stop him."

Seeing that his pancakes had been stolen, John quickly snatched the plate from Sherlock's hand, then held the plate in his arms and said, "Sherlock, are you sure you're talking about that kid? I can't see him How much vigilance is there, if he is really what you said, he will not rush to hug you. And he is almost as high as your knees, but you said he can deal with three adults, Sherlock, he again Not Hercules."

"Then you're wrong." Sherlock pulled up his trouser legs, let John see the bruise on his calf, and said, "He only hugged me because he thought I was that Strange, and He was obviously dozing off at the time, and his mind was not clear. But he quickly reflected, because I lured him to help investigate the case, and my hands were different from that Strange, so he immediately decided that I was lying to him , and instantly determined that I have no offensive power to him. If he thinks I have the ability to hurt him, I must be lying in the hospital by now."

"Damn it! Sherlock, what happened to your leg?" John didn't hear the second half of Sherlock's words at all. After seeing the bruise on Sherlock's leg, he dropped the plate and squatted next to Sherlock's leg to help He checked it out.

Sherlock's injury was really serious, his two calves were blue and purple from the middle to the knee, and there was a big swelling on the left leg near the ankle, it looked like it must be very painful.I don't know what happened to Sherlock, and he didn't show it at all before.

"Didn't you see it? It's a bruise." Sherlock leaned on the back of the sofa, allowing John to move around on his two calves.Although it hurts a bit, he can bear it completely.

"I didn't see when you were hit." John breathed a sigh of relief after the examination, and said, "The bone doesn't look like anything wrong, but to be on the safe side, I still suggest you go to the hospital to take a picture."

As soon as Sherlock heard that he was going to the hospital, Sherlock immediately shrank his two long legs on the sofa, then put his hands on his knees and said with disgust: "No, I won't go to the hospital, it's just a little pain, take your detumescence spray Just lend me a few days to spray it. And you did see the whole process of my being injured, didn't you stand beside me when that brat rushed towards me?"

"You mean that Fenrir hurt you when he hugged you?" John didn't agree with Sherlock's words at all, he frowned and looked at Sherlock and said, "Come on, Sherlock, that kid has flesh on his body, isn't it?" Stone."

"Oh, John, are you listening to me?" Sherlock cried out speechlessly, and said, "I told you that kid is very strong."

"Even if he is strong, there is no need to hit you like this. There was no enmity or grudge between you at the beginning." John said.

"Of course he didn't do it on purpose. I said that he regarded me as that Strange. I think he must know that Strange can withstand his impact, so he didn't stop. When he kicked me later It was intentional, but the strength was well grasped, enough to hurt me for a long time without hurting my bones. I said this kid must have practiced specially, who do you think he is?" Sherlock touched said the jaw.

A four-year-old who has been trained to hit someone the right way?John said he didn't believe it. He rummaged through the drawer to find the detumescence spray, and while spraying Sherlock's legs vigorously, he said, "He's your friend's son, who else can he be. Sherlock, seriously I think you really think too much, many things in this world are not as complicated as you think."

"The evidence is already in front of you, yet you are still saying that I think too much." Pointing to the evidence on his legs, Sherlock said dissatisfiedly: "I think you are just stubborn and unwilling to accept the reality. Because this is likely to change your three views. John, although you are a bit mature, don’t really live yourself as a stubborn old man, young people must learn to accept new things.”

John, who was very concerned about this because of his mature face, felt that a sword had been stabbed in his heart. He looked at Sherlock very unhappy and said, "A man who has lived for more than twenty years without even a girlfriend Those who have made friends, who have the right to say that others live like old men!"

"Oh!" Sherlock sneered: "Your sarcasm is useless to me. I said that I would only marry work."

John also sneered: "Is that so? I heard from Mycroft that Mrs. Holmes really expects you to get married and have children."

Mrs. Holmes, like all mothers in the world, hopes that her two sons can marry at the marriageable age, and then have a few lovely grandchildren to come out to accompany her.It's a pity that McCoff became an agent as soon as he graduated from University, and now he is sitting at the top of MI6. It seems that he has a lot of power, but in fact there are countless dangers hidden behind him. Such a situation is obviously not suitable for marriage and childbirth, so Mrs. Holmes put her goal on her youngest son Sherlock.In order to shirk his responsibility, Mycroft also worked very hard to encourage Mrs. Holmes to urge Sherlock to fall in love and get married. He even instigated Mrs. Holmes to help Sherlock find a blind date at Christmas. He arranged for the two to meet, but the girl was a little hard to explain. In short, Sherlock would now have a physical nausea when he heard about getting married and having children.

When John heard this from Mycroft, he would take it out to deal with Sherlock from time to time. Basically, the success rate was [-]%. There was no accident this time. As soon as Sherlock heard this question, he immediately He closed his mouth, then picked up the mobile phone on the table with a dark face and went back to his room.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, John stood in the living room in a daze for a moment.I don't know what's going on, but the joy a few seconds ago because of the victory in the bickering suddenly disappeared with Sherlock's departure, and was replaced by a strong sense of guilt.Sherlock was injured and didn't eat dinner. John should have taken good care of him, but he bickered with Sherlock because of an insignificant tongue, and even ran away in anger. This is really too much.

After staring at the closed door for a while, John picked up the cold pancakes on the table and walked into the kitchen, then took out a bag of pasta from the cabinet, and started making supper.

Inside the house, Sherlock, who sat cross-legged on the bed and searched Strange's information on his mobile phone while listening to the movement outside, silently said YES.The plate of pancakes just now was too hard, and Sherlock didn't want to use it to fill his stomach, but he also knew that John would not have that big night in the kitchen, so he could only use a small trick, It seems to be working fine now.

On the other side of London, Tom and Fenrir had already fallen asleep comfortably, and no one saw the pendant on Fenrir's chest flashing quickly.