There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

No matter how loudly Jason laughed, Tony didn't see the humor in the sentence anyway.

Sherlock looked coldly at the gangsters who were beaten into embarrassment, and he seemed very puzzled: "This is what you said, there is something I want?"

I don't know why, but the gangsters actually heard a subtle contempt from Sherlock's words.

The gangsters thought aggrievedly, who are you guys? !When the bat monster was caught, it just beat us up. Not only did you take away our masks, but why did you humiliate our professional level? !

After a while, Jason calmed down: "If you don't want to wear this, then you can find a way to cover your face yourself."

Hearing Jason's words, Sherlock turned his gaze to the corner.

The gangsters in the corner: "?"

Sherlock looked like he was kindly asking for his companion's opinion: "Tony, do you think the clothes on them are okay?"

Punks: "..."

Dude, this is going a little too far.

Jason's shoulders trembled, he didn't say anything, but the steps he walked over showed with practical actions that he supported Sherlock's opinions.

It's rare for Tony to want to cover his face, he's never done such a... thing.

Alas, the situation is compelling, so let's not make an example.

In the end, Tony and Sherlock put on the bastards' coats respectively—Jason thoughtfully tore them into small pieces and picked out the cleanest parts.

Tony, who was wearing half a sleeve, said in a muffled voice: "This is not at all the same as the time travel I imagined." Don't say anything about saving the world, at least shouldn't you grab the clothes of a few hooligans?

Tony feels that since he moved into apartment 413, his life path has gone a bit off...

Sherlock, who was parallel to him, didn't know what environment he grew up in. From the beginning of the abandoned factory they walked out of, this guy who was only a few years older than Tony showed no resentment; he had to use someone else's dirty The clothes covered his face, but he didn't show any disgust.

Tony suspected that even if there was a corpse in front of Sherlock's eyes, he might be able to seriously analyze the cause of death of the corpse.

Tony didn't know it at this time, and his guess was almost half right.

Jason led them around to the nearest safe house.

"This is my back-up safe house, and you two will stay with me in peace, and nothing will happen. I'll take you out tomorrow morning—especially you, Tony, don't touch my things."

Tony and Sherlock were sitting side by side on the sofa, and the way they calmed down was very coaxing, with a cute appearance.

Jason also had ups and downs today. When he went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, when he came out, he saw a pile of parts on the table.

Jason: ...

His eyes locked on Tony who was pretending to be playing with his mobile phone: "Where did you find it?"

Tony pointed at the seam of the sofa nonchalantly: "They hit me when I sat on it just now."

Jason laughed when he heard that: "Really? Don't make me tie you up, Prince and the Pea."

Tony turned his gaze to Sherlock, and he said quickly, "Sherlock told me."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to admit his mistake, and quickly got up and stood aside—just avoiding Sherlock's hands that seemed to fall on him unintentionally.

Jason: "Sherlock, do you have anything to say?"

Sherlock, who was attracted by the disaster, sat upright: "I just stated the conclusion I deduced, but Tony turned it out with his own hands."

Not to be outdone, Tony said, "He hinted me to take it!"

"Are you two elementary school students?" Jason had never raised a child before, but now he experienced the pain of raising a child.

Gotham cool brother Red Hood locked the two of them in the bedroom. He sat on the sofa and couldn't help moving his butt... Isn't it disgusting?

Jason thought to himself, Tony is indeed a spoiled little bastard.

There was a conversation like a quarrel between elementary school students in the bedroom, and Jason listened to them pecking at each other with his eyes fixed.

Probably because he hadn't heard such a life-like voice for a long time, Jason leaned on the sofa, and felt his eyelids drop heavily after a while.

***

In the living room, the tall and burly Jason barely fell asleep lying on the sofa.

In the bedroom, it was another scene.

The two people who were exhausted from the noise sat at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, respectively.

Tony didn't know what to look at, and Sherlock reasoned through everything visible to the naked eye in the house, and finally he came to a conclusion: "Tomorrow morning we will make our own breakfast."

Hearing this, Tony sneered with dignity: "Big detective, it's amazing that he can draw such an amazing conclusion."

Sherlock clasped his hands together, unexpectedly he didn't jump up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, but instead asked in an unusually calm tone: "Then what do you think I'll deduce?"

Tony didn't speak, he fell silent.

They were all excited before coming here, but after arriving at Jason's place, maybe they didn't have the real feeling of coming to another world, so the mood of the two of them is unexpectedly calm now.

"Jason is a nice guy."

Tony uttered a word out of nowhere.

Sherlock didn't refute, and after a while, he said softly, "An unfortunate good man."

Tony didn't continue to ask, and Sherlock didn't say what he had deduced.

Following Jason all the way, both of them were a little tired.

Tony glanced at the size of his bed, which was only half the size of his bed, "How do you sleep tonight?"

Sherlock glanced at him: "Of course it's my bed."

"I'm going to bed too."

"Stop kidding Tony, you don't sleep with strangers."

"But I don't mind sleeping with friends - I paid for it."

Sherlock choked on a rare occasion, he looked at Tony's innocent expression, and gained a new understanding of this guy who paid him to be his friend——

"Your competitiveness really astounds me."

Seeing Sherlock consciously going to the closet to find a quilt, Tony let out a triumphant silent laugh behind him.

"Actually, you know, Boston should still be in the afternoon at this time." Sherlock said suddenly.

Tony looked at Sherlock who was hugging a ball of quilt, he somehow felt that this scene was very un-Sherlock, which made him want to laugh.

"Of course I know, but I stayed up late last night to test 413-and don't forget, you dragged me to solve your surveillance software, so I didn't have time to catch up on sleep."

Sherlock threw the quilt on Tony's face unceremoniously, and he said angrily, "Okay, young master, it's time for you to make the bed next."

Tony lay on the bed, motionless, and said outrightly under the quilt: "I won't, and if you suffocate me to death..."

"Well……"

Sherlock threw off the quilt suddenly, and Tony swallowed the second half of the sentence subconsciously under the light.

Sherlock turned his back to the light, looked down at Tony, and said slowly: "What if I suffocate you to death?"

Tony: "...Your tone is really like a murderer."

But Sherlock didn't answer, he turned his face slightly, as if listening to something.

"Listen, Tony, there's an explosion outside." As if he didn't know what important thing he just said, Sherlock added: "The tone of a murderer is not that kind."