[Comprehensive British and American] I just want to travel

"Oh! Seriously!" Sherlock put down the newspaper in his hand, and put the newspaper in front of Watson by the way, clasped his hands together and said, "I can't wait to fight him now, you know, John."

"What? Who?" Watson didn't know, so he flipped through the newspaper that Sherlock had left with him.

"It's not in the newspaper, it's just for you to pass the time!" Sherlock grabbed the newspaper and put it back on his desk.

Watson: ...

Wait, since you said it was for me to pass the time, why did you take it away?

"What's in your pocket? An animal?" Sherlock said suddenly to Flynn, his gray eyes curiously looking into Flynn's pocket.

Flynn almost clutched his pocket reflexively, but fortunately he held back in the end: "What?"

"The edge of your left pocket is obviously more wrinkled than your right pocket, and the marks on it..." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, curious about what kind of animal it is, and the boy's body is also very contradictory, which really aroused his interest Zeng, it's rare to have such an interesting discovery besides that incident.

"The marks on it are obviously claws, tiny claws!" Sherlock compared the size with his hands: "Oh, what kind of animal could it be? It's black, small in size, and very energetic."

Sherlock summed up his findings: "A smaller animal can still be put in the pocket and stay there obediently. It seems that it must be very smart. The animals I came up with are not very intelligent, and they are put in the pocket. For such a long time, it can't stay in it peacefully."

"Is there an animal in his pocket?" Watson looked at Flynn curiously.

"Rat!" said Sherlock suddenly.

"What?" "What!" This came from Watson's surprise and Flynn's black line.

"Obviously not, Watson." Sherlock changed his posture: "Don't you see that this is just my nonsense! Judging by his expression, he can't be a mouse, and of course it's not a hamster!"

Watson: Sorry, I didn't see it...

Tony leaned against the window with his hands folded and watched Sherlock guess there, without speaking.

But Sherlock turned to Tony again: "Clearly Mr. Stark knows what's in his pockets, and..." Sherlock tilted his head, meeting Tony's caramel-colored gray eyes.

"And, he is familiar with this little gentleman."

"Familiar?" Watson looked at the two in confusion: "Aren't they together? I know it's not normal!"

"No, no, no!" Sherlock shook his head: "It's not necessarily familiar to eat together, let me think about it... Well, underage, you came with Tony Stark, oh, live together, a couple? "

Flynn: ...

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously!" Sherlock said without sincerity, "Oh! Why didn't I think of that!" Sherlock suddenly hammered the table.

"Are you a magician?"

Sherlock suddenly approached the table with his upper body, almost lying on it, staring at Flynn: "Oh, magician!" Sherlock looked at Flynn's expression and came to a conclusion.

"What!" After Sherlock thumped the table, Watson yelled again in surprise, and as expected, other diners in the restaurant all looked over.

"Sorry, sorry!" Watson smiled embarrassedly, then looked at Flynn and whispered, "Is he really that New York magician? The one who restored those buildings?"

Flynn didn't expect that after such a long time, there were still people who remembered him.

"How did you guess it?" Flynn asked in a low voice. Seeing Tony's normal expression, it seems that it's not a big deal for this person to know his identity.

"Fingers, the inner side of your right thumb and the upper part of the index finger are different in color from other places. It's obvious that you've been holding something for a long time. A wooden stick? It can't be a pen, the way it's held is different,"

Flynn knew he was supposed to mean the wand.

"You are very familiar with him, it's obvious!" Sherlock pointed to Tony, who was noncommittal.

"You have also followed this time, obviously you can help, oh, yes, that fat man must know too!" Sherlock curled his lips.

The waiter brought up the dishes, Sherlock took his and Watson's, and Flynn took the rest and handed Tony a portion.

"My finger?" Flynn looked at his finger wonderingly, but he didn't find any difference. In his opinion, the color was the same!

Flynn flipped his hands over and said, "I look the same, there's no difference?"

"What about you?" Sherlock turned to Watson.

"I didn't see it either!" Watson was also observing Flynn's hand just now.

"Oh... a bunch of stupid goldfish, tsk!" Sherlock shook his head.

"Goldfish?" Flynn didn't understand what it meant.

"What is the animal in your pocket?" Sherlock asked holding a knife and fork. He was so curious that he speculated for a long time, but was overturned in the end.

"I have a magical animal" Sherlock's eyes were so curious, Flynn felt that if he didn't tell him, he would keep asking.

"Magic animal? Is it some kind of novel species? Or is it just a title?"

Flynn: ...

There was really no way to explain it. Flynn turned his body and patted his pocket: "Begel!"

I saw a small claw protruding from the edge of the pocket. Watson couldn't help but put down the fork in his hand. Then, Berger carefully leaned out half of his body and looked at Sherlock and Hua Sheng curiously. born.

"amazing!"

Sherlock said something miraculous, and when he got the answer, he stuffed a mouthful of steak with his normal expression: "Since you call it a magical animal, what abilities must it have?"

"I have never seen such an animal before!" murmured Watson.

"Of course, I haven't seen it, so it's amazing." Sherlock said.

Flynn put Berger between him and Tony, and Tony patted Berger's head and gave it a steak to eat.

Seeing that Berger was sitting on the sofa with his steak in his arms and eating deliciously, Flynn nodded: "Indeed, Berger has a... well, small ability, haha..."

Knowing what he wanted to know, Sherlock stopped talking and ate his steak.

"Eat this!" Seeing that Flynn kept answering, Tony cut a piece of steak and put it on Flynn's plate without eating.

"Thank you!" Flynn smiled at Tony.

"I thought you weren't interested in these, Sherlock," Watson said while eating, "It's the American superhero, oh, sorry, Mr. Stark, nothing else, Sherlock is actually only interested in solving crimes, He never pays attention to anything else!"

"Amazing! Watson, it's amazing. Others can be explained by science, such as Iron Man's suit. Everything is well-founded, but I don't understand why those broken buildings will become intact again!"

Sherlock finished eating quickly, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked at Flynn.

Flynn: Don't look at me like that, I can't explain it to you because I don't know...

"Have you negotiated terms with the fat man?" Sherlock knocked on the table and asked Tony.

"Of course not, you have to hold something in your hand when negotiating terms with Mycroft!" Tony put down the cutlery and leaned on the sofa.

Now only Flynn and Watson were still eating, and they looked at each other at the same time.

"Looks like you have it!"

"Hmm," Tony twitched.

"Very good, it's better to kill that fat man hard!"

Watson: Is that really kind to your brother?

"Maybe you can do me a little favor!" Sherlock said to Flynn.

"What?" Flynn was puzzled.

"Why did he help you?" Tony pouted.

"Given that we are currently in a cooperative relationship, we are just busy!"

Tony was about to say something when the phone in his hand rang suddenly. He turned it on and looked at it, then frowned.

"Let's go!" Sherlock said to Flynn, standing up.

"Huh?" Flynn didn't understand why the topic jumped here.

"He obviously has something to do, so he can't take you with him. You can go with us first, and you can come pick him up when you're done!" The last sentence was said by Sherlock to Tony.

"Well, he's right, Lin!" Tony took the suit that was on the sofa: "I have to go there by myself, I can't take you with me!"

"Well, then I'll be with them first!" Flynn nodded, letting Berger jump into his pocket.

"I'll pick you up when I'm done!"

After separating from Tony, Flynn and Sherlock got in the car and went back to their residence.

"Watson, bring me a cup of coffee, thank you!" Sherlock ran upstairs first.

"Why don't you take it yourself!" Having said that, Watson went to Mrs. Hudson for coffee.

"Oh, you young couple are back!" Mrs. Hudson handed the coffee to Watson with a smile.

Watson: ...

Well, Mrs. Hudson was one of those people who often thought he and Sherlock were a couple, so he didn't want to explain!

"Let's go!" Watson handed Feilin a cup of coffee.

"Who is this little gentleman?" Mrs. Hudson looked at Flynn suspiciously.

"Hello!" Flynn nodded with a smile.

"Oh, what a lovely child!" Mrs. Hudson hugged Flynn.

"So slow!" Sherlock sat on the sofa and looked at the two people who came in.

"Then why don't you take it yourself!" Watson handed a cup of coffee to Sherlock angrily.

"It's delicious!" Sherlock said, taking a sip.

"Pfft!" Flynn spewed out the coffee he drank.

"It's... a little hot, haha..." Seeing that Sherlock and Watson were looking at him, Flynn wiped his mouth dryly and said.

Forget about Sherlock, why do you look normal, Watson...

Flynn silently took another sip of coffee, you really are a couple, right? ! !

"What do you want me to do for you?" Flynn said as he put the coffee on the table.

"See that wall?" Sherlock said, lifting his chin.

Flynn walked over to have a look, and found that the wall Sherlock was pointing at was full of bullet holes.

"Is this made with a gun?"

"That's right, Sherlock, um... a masterpiece when you're bored! You can also think it's his hobby!" Watson said helplessly.

"...do you want me to help restore it?" Whose hobby is destroying the walls of the house with a gun?

"Smart!" Sherlock snapped his fingers.

Flynn: ...He wondered how much water Sherlock said about being smart...

Shaking his head helplessly, Flynn drew out his wand and pointed it at the wall, "It's back to normal!"

Soon, under the watchful eyes of Watson and Sherlock, the walls became intact.

"Oh! Yes! That's it!" Sherlock jumped up from the sofa and approached Flynn's wand, his eyes almost glued to it.

Although Watson was also very curious, he still restrained himself from taking a closer look.