[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Put together bad tempered people will they destroy the world together?

No, they will destroy each other first.

If you want to interrupt this bad chemistry before then, put a natch in it.Yes, that's the little black cat in the cape.

Naqi squatted reservedly between the two, on the small round table, licking his paws.

Sherlock nestled in the sofa, comfortable and comfortable, Stark sitting across from him was also reclining, staring at Sherlock through the sunglasses, his fingers tapped the beat on the armrest of the sofa, lazily, as if this was his own home.

Watson looked around.

"Uh, what is the commission?"

"It's nothing," Stark sat upright, took off his glasses, "I'm here to find the cat." As he said, he took out something from his bulging jacket pocket, spread his hand and put it in front of Nach .

A little hamster with milky gray milky gray.

"The owl flew away, I can't control it." Tony Papa, who has not been able to eat donuts for several days, is very unhappy.

Naqi was taken aback, and looked down at Jeff.

"Meow?" Isn't pudding your favorite food?Why do you always like to grab his donuts?

"Jie jie jie!" He didn't clean up!

Calling Jeff to wave a small knife, before rushing to Stark, he was held down by Naqi's paw.

"Meow." Be honest.

Stark laughed: "Aren't you good now?" The two-legged beast found a backer, exuding an aura from head to toe, "But Slender disappeared, so he woke up early in the morning and suddenly gone."

Slender.

Stark's name for the Faceless Owl.

Naqi thought for a while, turned on the phone and started typing.

The little black cat has also found a backer, and does not intend to continue to hide itself.

Both Watson and Sherlock sat upright, staring straight at Naqi, watching the little black cat typing with its tail, which was actually faster than ten fingers of a human being.

[It is an executor, and when necessary, it will go to a distant place to correct those behaviors that do not comply with the 'rules'. It is not as free as I am. 】

"Well, it's a pity, I'm building a bird's nest on top of the Stark Tower."

[Maybe it will come back. 】

Natch leaned over a little bit, and rubbed Stark's palm with the tip of his nose as a comfort.

"You guys chatted too much, please leave without entrusting." Sherlock said suddenly, and reached out to grab Naqi's waist, and hooked the little black cat into his arms.

Suddenly, Naqi, who was concentrating on typing fast, really didn't realize it.

"Meow?"

Stark's expression turned cold instantly.

"That's my cat."

"It doesn't think so."

Stark reached out to try to hook the cat back, but Sherlock's fighting power was not low, and he blocked it with the other hand, but Stark was not a technical geek who only relied on the mecha, and he would have a few troubles without the mecha. As you can see, the other hand grabbed Sherlock's wrist, trying to grab it again.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged a few tricks back and forth.

"Meow?" Why did you start fighting?

This development was completely unexpected by Nach, and the little black cat couldn't keep up with Twolegs' thinking.

But to this level, in Naqi's eyes, it was just the little milk cat waving its paws wildly, and it was not nervous.

Watson, who was watching, rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"Shall we let Naqi decide for himself?" Resigned to his fate, he got up and used his body to fend off these two people who were not up to the standard mental age.

Then he received a double stare.

The angry, dissatisfied and wronged kind.

Watson was choked by the words that were about to come out from the stare, and he said with difficulty in his suffocation: "Since it is so smart. I mean, look, it can type and cook. It seems to be omnipotent and has certain functions. If you don’t have some self-preservation ability, then you can’t compete for it like you compete for a pet, but it depends on its own thoughts, isn’t it?”

The two stared harder, and Watson couldn't help swallowing, but still insisted on finishing what he wanted to say: "It should have the right to decide where it wants to go, right?"

Both of them were very dissatisfied with this sentence.

Sherlock simply felt that the chances of winning were not great, but he didn't expect Stark to think so.

Based on Stark's understanding of Naqi, if Naqi is unwilling to keep it, no one can keep it, and he can't hire Superman to carry it back 24 hours a day, right?

Natch is willing to stay here.

Stark stared down at the little black cat who was pawing at Sherlock.

If Natch is really trying hard, Steven may not be able to really hug it, let alone Sherlock's strength is not high among normal humans.

"What do you think? Huh? Baby." Stark rubbed Nucky's face with his fingertips.

"Meow~" I went back after a while.

Naqi clearly expressed his meaning, after all, it has to help Batman keep an eye on Sherlock, and it can't run away halfway.

Stark blinked: "Well, you have your plan, right?"

His voice was a little low, and it sounded like he was very disappointed, which made Naqi feel guilty instead, and felt inexplicably as if he had done something bad.

It was confused by this feeling and made a "meow" cry.

Stark was happy: "You are really a good boy." He rubbed his hairy head, "Jeff, I will leave it for you, and let me be quiet for two days. When you go back, I will send you You're a gift."

Speaking of which, Stark blinked, indicating that this must be a surprise.

"An animal park on top of Stark Tower, baby."

That sounded really good, Nucky hummed softly, followed by a contented grunt.

Sherlock looked down at the kitten in his arms.

"You chose to stay here? Why did you choose? It doesn't make sense."

Naqi looked up at him, showing disgust: "Meow." You have the most things.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, and suddenly he changed his attitude of protecting the cat just now, and threw Nucky towards Watson by the cat's neck. Watson got up and smashed Watson back into the seat by the way.

"Sherlock! What did you lose the cat for?"

"Rude and scary." Stark also looked disgusted.

"Hudson!" Sherlock yelled, "Send off! This guy is not only boring, but also here to destroy my brain!"

The people present unanimously showed the expression of "how old are you this year".

Sherlock ignored them.

"Keep in touch, darling." Stark winked at Nucky.

After Stark left, Natch threw Jeff into his cat's litter and played with his paws. Watson thought it was interesting and started blogging, but because Stark himself asked for secrecy, he used "Anonymous Client" means.

And Sherlock was playing his violin there.

A "knife" kills the kind of noise violin.

"God, was it Christmas the last time you played the violin?"

Watson was getting used to this, half-truthful complaints.

Sherlock glanced at the little black cat and said nothing.

But Jeff couldn't take it anymore, he was played with by the cat, spit out the food, and poked it back with a knife, but he couldn't beat it at all. nest.

Before Natchy decided to teach Sherlock a lesson, Jeff ran towards Sherlock one step at a time.

Natch hadn't expected this.

Before he could react, Jeff had already rushed onto Sherlock and climbed onto the violin.

Sherlock:? ? ?

Then the world is flooded with noise ten thousand times worse.

In this contest between Jeff and Sherlock, it is obvious that Sherlock has lost completely. The noise in the human range is completely incomparable with the sound of a hamster pulling the strings.

Under the impact of the sound waves, the entire 221B fell into chaos.

Before Watson could remember to stop it, Sherlock swung the bow reflexively, and knocked out the killer mouse. A ball of white glutinous rice drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and quickly fell down due to its weight .

That height and force is enough to break all the hamsters' bones.

"Catch it!" cried Watson.

Natch was a little puzzled, but he still responded to Watson's request. Like a spring that suddenly released the pressure, the cat leaped into the sky, grabbed the hamster in one bite, and landed on the sofa at the other end.

It looked back at Sherlock, then at Watson, a little confused.

"Meow?" Then what?

Sherlock, who was frantically picking his ears, complained: "John! Use your brain, which eye tells you that this is an ordinary hamster?"

Two.

And Watson felt that this should not be the fault of the eyes.

Jeff needs rat food and rat nests. Sherlock can't be counted on for such things, and Watson, who is already exhausted, doesn't have much experience in raising hamsters, so he simply puts Jeff's hamster in a glass, that's all. I took it to the pet store, planning to buy some recommended package directly.

Only Sherlock and Natch are left in the family.

Sherlock's convulsions passed, and he finally bypassed the violin, looking human again.He looked out the window, with his hands in his trouser pockets, expressionless, looking dignified and solemn.

"Someone asked you to stay here to watch me, and that's why you stayed." Sherlock directly used the affirmative sentence, and it sounded like he didn't need Naqi's answer.

"Meow." That's right.

Naqi didn't think there was anything wrong with generously admitting it. For someone with Sherlock's IQ, lying to him was insulting.

Sherlock looked back at the little black cat, and found that it was just sitting upright reserved, with the same serious but gentle expression, its eyes were shining with the light of wisdom not inferior to human beings, but there was no such emotion as guilty conscience.

"You are very frank." Sherlock said as if mocking.

Natch could read it, he was just describing what he had found.

Then Sherlock accepted the matter, and figured out who instructed Naki.

"Mr. Malone. You contacted him after we fell asleep, on your 'phone'. We slept well for two days, and you have every chance of doing that."

Natch nodded, seeming to wonder what else he knew.

"He has a special identity, disguises all the year round, stays up all night, and likes fighting and dangerous activities." Sherlock looked at Naqi, "It's strange that these traces started a few years ago, and didn't last his entire youth Times, this does not conform to the general truth, something erased all that."

Natch raised his head slightly.

Sherlock understood: "You did it."

"Meow~" Otherwise, his knee cartilage would have worn away long ago.

Batman is still alive and kicking without pain today, without needing to rely on crutches and external metal bone support, which is closely related to the "bonus" of Naci in that spinal treatment.

"He's used to pretending. He looks poor and carefree, but in fact he has at least one child and is very rich." Sherlock was thinking, his eyes flicked to Naqi from time to time, "His disguise is not to protect His child."

Naqi thought about that brat Damian, and felt that Damian didn't need extra protection.

"The strange thing is that his whole family supports him." Sherlock's eyes drifted away for a moment, "And I just disappear occasionally, and Watson will yell at me."

Even a little jealous.

Naqi: "Meow..." That's obviously because you need to be beaten for speaking.

Thinking about the Batman-style "features, loving father and filial piety", Naqi felt that once the truth was revealed, Sherlock's envy would not last for a second.

Soon Watson came back and started tossing the rat food.

One person and one cat ended this "pleasant" communication in a tacit understanding.

Sherlock was conscripted to help Watson organize the hamster food, while Naqi nestled on the sofa beside him in a daze.

"Crack—" the sound of the refrigerator door opening.

But there was no other movement, and Sherlock and Nucky turned their heads to look in the direction of the refrigerator together.

Sherlock's refrigerator is much more ordinary than Stark's, and Jeff can handle it by himself, but it has no other actions after opening the refrigerator.

Natchy jumped over and looked around.

I saw a dead head.

……

Very well this is Sherlock.