The Witch of Baker Street

When Mo Han opened his eyes, there was a gray ceiling in front of him.

Oh, the gray ceiling, such a depressing color, it really resembles her second brother's weird taste.

Eyes wide open blankly, Mo Han, whose mind went blank for three seconds, suddenly realized a problem.

No, the roof of her room is white, but when did it turn gray?Could it be that she went to the wrong room and went downstairs to her brother's room?

Turning her head, there was an empty bed by the wall on the other side, not more than one meter away from her.There are no lights on the ceiling above the head, and with the reflection of the weird-looking concave-convex wall, the whole space looks a little gloomy and gloomy because there is no bright light source.

where is this?

Mo Han blinked her eyes vigorously in an attempt to increase the speed of her brain, maybe it was really effective, and she immediately remembered something.

She was washing her hands in the bathroom of the coffee shop when a Chinese woman suddenly entered the door.Out of a coffee shop waiter's reflex, she nodded and smiled at the woman.The woman seemed to be in a bad mood, with a cold face, she just nodded lightly to Mo Han's friendly behavior, and went out after washing her hands.

And...then what happened?

Mo Han closed his eyes and thought hard, but unfortunately he couldn't think of anything except the sudden pain in the back of his neck.He opened his eyes again angrily, although he was a bit unwilling, but obviously there were more important things to do now.

Striving to straighten his elbows, Mo Han observed the surrounding situation while holding his neck with one hand.

Based on the above observations, it is obvious that this is a room similar to a confinement room.

The current surrounding situation is very unfavorable to her.

She doesn't know how she got here or who brought her here.What was even more frightening was that she seemed to feel the bed under her body vibrate a few times.It's not an earthquake, it's more like the kind of turbulence an airplane experiences when it encounters turbulence.

So, she's actually on a plane that doesn't know where she's going?

"Kacha" The sound of the door being opened pulled Mo Han's thoughts back. In an instant, her whole body tensed up in a defensive posture, and her eyes were fixed on the direction of the door without blinking.

"Miss Holmes, are you feeling better?"

Walking in was a man in a suit, about 40 years old.With a gentle smile on his ordinary facial features, he looks approachable.

The man closed the door, approached Mo Han and held out his hand to her. The cup of milk in his hand was steaming, "Have a cup of hot milk, you will feel better."

Mo Han looked at him, then at the glass of milk, and mocked unabashedly, "Didn't your mother tell you not to eat anything from strangers?"

The man gave a chuckle, but the smile on his face became brighter, "My name is Phil Coulson, you can call me Coulson, I'm sorry to invite you here in this way here."

Phil Coulson?

The name turned around in Mo Han's mind, but he didn't seem to have any impression of it.Mo Han stared at the man who claimed to be Coulson, trying to find some clues from him.

Thanks to the devastation of her second brother for so many years, although she can't be able to figure out what a person ate for dessert yesterday at a glance, but she has to see the other party's attitude. Some basic information is more than enough.

English with an obvious American pronunciation shows that this person should be an American.

He was not wrong to call her "Miss Holmes" at the outset.She is of Chinese descent, and Mo Han is her real name, which is only known to her family and trusted friends.And she has had an English name since she was three years old, Elena Holmes (elenaholmes).

Now that he knew her name, it proved that they did not find the wrong person.

A very neatly ironed black suit - although it is not the kind of handmade three-piece suit of his elder brother, no matter how hot it is, it can at least show that this American has a decent job.

The way he stands seems casual, but a closer look reveals that his muscles are actually tense all the time.It doesn't necessarily mean guarding her, it's more like a habit.It seems to be the norm in some professions to be used to maintaining a high level of vigilance and vigilance everywhere.

Mo Han tilted his head slightly, not surprised to see the thing that was exposed because of his forward movement.As a normal 20-year-old person, Mo Han didn't think that dark thing was a toy.So, there is no doubt that this decent job also has a certain degree of danger.

After crossing all the possibilities that do not conform to common sense, in the end Mo Han could only silently agree that the most likely option for his career is the agent.

He continued to glance at his face, the bags under his eyes were heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, full of exhaustion that could not be concealed, and there was a thick callus on the middle finger of the hand he handed over.

And, the same precarious hairline as the big brother.

Mo Han sighed.

This person is not only doing dangerous work in the field, but also sharing paperwork such as reports. There are so many things to worry about that he doesn't even have time to take a good rest.

and so--

The conclusion is: this man is an American professional agent, with a gentle personality similar to a good old man, but he is very firm and sensitive.

Mo Han, who came to the above conclusion, rubbed his head and gave a soft cut, slandering in his heart that things like agents really belonged to brown candy, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter where he went.

This man had a gentle smile from the moment he entered the door, and Mo Han didn't see any malice in him.Unless he was really a good actor, she believed he wouldn't threaten her.

"As a good citizen of England, I don't think there's anything that offends you America so much that you want to send agents to arrest me."

Even if it was determined that he would not do anything to her, but someone brought her into a strange environment with an act that was clearly kidnapping, no one would have a good tone, and Mo Han was no exception.

Coulson didn't seem to mind her rude behavior. Seeing that she really didn't intend to get the glass of milk, he took his hand back and casually sat on the empty bed opposite Mohan, "It seems that Miss Holmes also Like Mr. Holmes, I have a keen observation ability for people, but this is an error in our intelligence. I am indeed an agent, and the service department is the S.H.I.E.L.D.

"SHIELD?"

Mo Han frowned, she naturally knew about this department that had recently become famous.

Since defeating the aliens who invaded the earth in New York last time, and beating Loki, who is said to be an evil god, back to his hometown.The Avengers and other S.H.I.E.L.D.s have set off a storm around the world, and they have admirers all over the world.There are their promotional slogans everywhere on the street and on the Internet, and they each have their own fanatical fans.

Except for the playboy Stark, although not many people have seen their real people, it does not hinder everyone's enthusiasm for them.It is said that the limited edition set of Avengers dolls released last month has been sold out, and the specialty stores are almost overcrowded.

But to her, it's just a hen's coop rich in superheroes, and it's still a hen's coop that has nothing to do with her.

"What does S.H.I.E.L.D. want me to do? Do you think I'm an alien and will pose any threat to the earth?"

Mo Han flicked two health balls in the past, Coulson still had that gentle smile, "Miss Holmes, I hope you understand that we didn't do this to offend you, but to cooperate with you."

"Cooperate with me? Cooperate with me for what? Are you going to turn me into another superhero?" Mo Han scoffed at the statement of the crown, "And you will treat the person you want to cooperate with by kidnapping?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Holmes." Coulson had a trace of apology on his face, "Because there are many people around you protecting you, so we have to use this method."

Mo Han's eldest brother is a member of the intelligence department of the British government, perhaps because of the convenience of his position, or perhaps because of the mentality of protecting her.Anyway, no matter what it is, there are always many strange people around her.Fortunately, this was not the weird treatment she enjoyed alone, which made her feel a little relieved.

But regarding the matter of being kidnapped in the bathroom this time, Mo Han felt a little bit like crying.If my eldest brother who has a strong desire to monitor and is controlled by his brother and sister knows about this - no, he will definitely know about it.She could already imagine that there would be a group of female agents waiting for her when she went back, so that she couldn't get away no matter what excuses she used.

Thinking that she will be guarded even going to the bathroom in the future, she wants to yell "damnit" now!

But in this way, maybe she doesn't have to worry about going to the toilet without paper, and she doesn't have to worry about falling into it?

Mo Han shuddered, trying to get these messy things out of his head.

"Miss Holmes, are you cold?" Coulson asked with concern.

"No, it's not." Mo Han shook his head in denial, "Mr. Coulson, are we on a plane now?"

"Yes." Coulson nodded, "We will arrive at our destination soon."

"Can I ask where you are taking me?"

Coulson hesitated for a moment, but quickly replied to Mo Han with a smile, "The headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., miss."

"Shit! Headquarters?" Mo Han whizzed that sentence into his mind, and then burst out a foul language, "If I remember correctly, the headquarters of your S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to be in New York?"

"It's in New York." Coulson nodded in the affirmative.

Mo Han swallowed secretly.

It's a shame that he was trafficked from London to New York without paying attention.Originally, I hoped that those people arranged by my elder brother would notice that she was taking too long to go to the toilet and come over to see if she really fell into it, but now it seems that I can only rely on myself.

Although that Coulson said that he wanted to cooperate with her, who knew if they wanted to sell themselves because of their weight?

According to her experience, you must never believe what a secret agent says—even if you do, you can only believe half of it, or even half of it.

Mo Han, who planned to be self-reliant, looked around again. As a confinement room, it was a confinement room equipped by S.H.I.E.L.D. She believed that fire, theft, explosion, and wiretapping were the most basic, and there might be a lot of infrared rays around, so she moved to set off the alarm.In this case, it is impossible for her to break out by herself.Although there is nothing wrong with knocking down Coulson, but she doesn't know the situation outside, so she can't rush out rashly.

However, if he was hijacked as a hostage, there might be more chances of winning.

Coulson, who was being stared at by Mo Han, felt a sudden chill at the back of his head. He tightened his suit jacket tightly, and was still thinking about something wrong with the temperature system of the plane. Going to look it up, and let Skye make some warm cream of mushroom soup, when the door, which looked very difficult to open, was pushed open from the outside with a clang, and a burly young man walked in.

The man's eyes only stopped on Mo Han for a second, and then he turned his head and said to Coulson, "Sir, May asked me to inform you." After glancing at Mo Han, he added, "You guys .”

It seemed that he thought it was a little strange to do so, he licked his lips, he paused and then said the key point, "We are going to land soon."