I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"Hey, you're not dead yet?"

At this time, a slightly teasing voice from his side interrupted Mycroft's thoughts.

He slowly turned his head, and Sherlock appeared beside him at some point, and Watson was also standing beside him.

Sherlock looked Mycroft up and down and nodded.

"It seems like you're lucky. Even with the situation above, you still have three limbs intact."

After a pause, Sherlock continued.

"But I want to remind you that Mycroft will never show up to give you a second hand again."

"Your mouth is still so poisonous." Mycroft put his hands in his pockets and looked Sherlock up and down. "You are much more energetic than last time."

"The turtle shell you built is still of some use." Sherlock said, "It will prevent us from being as embarrassed as last time."

Watson looked at the two of them with a strange expression, and couldn't help but complain, "The way you two brothers care for each other is still so unique."

"What's happening outside now?" Sherlock asked.

The surveillance screen in his surveillance room was almost disconnected, and then he took Watson along the basement passage here.

Mrs. Hudson had been accommodated by them and was now resting in one of the shelter's dormitories.

"The world has become dozens of times bigger, there are several more continents, and there are countless strange natural creatures on the land and sea. We may have won the war against the dragons, but the gods have revived." Mycroft The talk is very brief, but the amount of information contained is huge.

It was so huge that Watson didn't even react, thinking that Mycroft was speaking some secret code that he didn't know.

However, Sherlock looked solemnly and touched his chin, "Gods, it seems that you have heard some magicians talk about this possibility before."

He raised his head, looked at Mycroft and joked, "It seems that from now on, our destiny no longer belongs to us."

Sherlock's words were spoken in a very relaxed tone, but Watson could clearly detect the seriousness in his friend's tone.

"maybe."

At this time, Mycroft's words came from one side.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is there anything else you don't know that I don't know?"

Mycroft slowly turned his head and looked at the tavern not far away.

Sherlock followed his gaze and looked over.

When he saw the name and house number of the tavern, his pupils shrank slightly like Mycroft.

He turned his head sharply and looked at Mycroft.

Mycroft seemed to know what Sherlock wanted to say, so he spoke directly.

"The underground city was established in a very short period of time. We have already tried our best to ensure basic livelihood facilities, but we do not have so much time to decorate these stores."

Watson also saw the store. He looked at the house number on the store. He seemed to realize something and spoke quickly.

"212B Berry Street, isn't that the shop Miss Akasha mentioned?"

However, Sherlock did not answer Watson, but walked quickly towards the pub.

And Mycroft followed without any hesitation.

Together they pushed open the door of the tavern.

The tavern was very quiet, and there was an open sign at the door, so anyone could come in.

But I don’t know whether it’s because the people outside can’t see the tavern, or because they are afraid of another earthquake in the future, so few people come in.

The air in the tavern is filled with an intoxicating light aroma of wine, and deep in the aroma of wine is mixed with the breath of time.

The decoration here is very stylish, and the solid wood tables around it seem to have experienced the baptism of time, with a faint woody fragrance in the decay.

The atmosphere here is very peaceful, with a strange magic that makes people feel at peace.

Under the soft light, Mycroft's eyes were directly locked on the two people behind the bar.

Sherlock quickly recognized one of them as his friend Sissi, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Standing beside her was a man. His posture was upright, like a green pine standing proudly in the wind and rain, calm and tenacious. Wearing a bartender's uniform, he appeared to be slender, and his elegance revealed a calmness accumulated over the years.

Her white medium-length hair was simply tied back.

His face was looming in the soft light of the bar, and his deep eyes seemed to hide endless stories, shining with a charming light. The bridge of the nose is high and straight, with clear lines.

His temperament is very unique, with both the vigor and vitality of a young man and a calmness and depth that has gone through vicissitudes of life. His age seems to be a mystery, making it impossible to accurately judge.

He stood quietly behind the bar, arranging the wine glasses, like a moving picture.

Even though the person standing next to him was also a beautiful woman with a special temperament, people still couldn't take their eyes away from him.

The man slowly raised his head and looked at Mycroft and Sherlock, with the corners of his lips raised slightly.

At that moment, both Mycroft and Sherlock felt like they had seen through everything.

"Welcome." Xia Ya said slowly, "Sit over here so you can order more easily."

Mycroft didn't speak, but Sherlock moved faster than him, and slowly walked forward and sat on a high chair in front of the bar.

Mycroft also walked over slowly and sat next to Sherlock, while Watson sat on the other side.

"Want something to drink?" Xia Ya continued.

"No" Mycroft was about to say he couldn't, but soon Sherlock said, "Bring me a margarita, thank you."

"You really know your stuff. This is my best bartending." Sissi said from one side.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at her, "Long time no see, Sissy."

"Long time no see." Sissi raised her eyebrows.

He looked around and said, "Is this the tavern you were talking about?"

"Uh-huh." Sissi nodded.

"It doesn't look like business is very good," he joked.

Sissi's eyelids closed, "The tavern only accepts guests who are destined to be here."

"It seems like we are destined to be together." Mycroft took over.

He looked at Xia Ya, who was mixing drinks with his head down.

He moves very skillfully and calmly, unlike other bartenders who are impatient, and uses some very fancy moves to attract attention.

Instead, it gives people a sense of peace and comfort as if they are integrated with nature.

If possible, Mycroft could actually watch him bartending here all day long.

But Mycroft knows that at this moment, the future of the entire human race may be related to this existence in front of him.

After a brief silence, Mycroft spoke.

"We meet again, sir."