The Witch of Baker Street

The quality of the meal in the evening was not bad, at least no one had fingers or eyeballs.Moreover, the steak was medium-rare just right, which was very suitable for Mo Han's taste.

The only downside is probably that the atmosphere is a bit depressing.

Thinking about their dinner table before, although there was a Sherlock from a planet who was not poisonous and would die, every word he said made people wish they hadn't heard it.But except for this, their dining atmosphere is still very happy and harmonious, talking and laughing.

It's not that Mohan didn't try to make some jokes to brighten the atmosphere, but it seems that every time she finishes speaking, apart from Mrs. Hudson and Watson's face-saving compliments, Barton expresses his opinion along with "um", Sherlock But there is not even half a hum.

So after a while she felt bored herself, shut up and just focused on wrestling with the steak on the plate.

Watson wanted to say it, but he looked at the cold-faced Barton whom he didn't know very well, and Mo Han who was abnormally quiet.After exchanging eye expressions with Mrs. Hudson, both of them decided not to speak anymore.

As for Sherlock - thank God he didn't speak.If he opened his mouth, the meal would definitely be unpalatable, because the way he looked at Barton was definitely not friendly.

To say that the most calm person is probably Barton, he ignored all the noisy voices at the dinner table and the gamma-ray gaze from the opposite side of his seat.Bite by bite, he ate the steak on his plate leisurely.

In the end, what was probably the dullest dinner ever at 221b Baker Street finally came to an end after an hour.

Mrs. Hudson went for a walk after dinner with Mrs. Nat next door as usual. Watson took over the task of washing dishes spontaneously. Sherlock sat in front of his computer with a cup of coffee and didn't know what he was looking at.Mo Han and Barton returned to their room upstairs because there were still some things that had not been sorted out.

"This, can I put it here?"

Mo Han raised a craft alarm clock in his hand and shook it to the low cabinet next to the bed, asking Barton who was making the bed next to her with his back turned.

"it is good."

Button turned his head and nodded in agreement, then turned his head back and continued making his bed.

Barton's indifferent expression made Mo Han puzzled in her heart. She touched her face, wondering whether it was because she was relatively unlovable that she was so indifferent to her?But in fact, is she easy to get along with? !Both former classmates and later friends got along well with her. She used to happily think that although her IQ was not as good as that of her two older brothers, her EQ was much higher than theirs anyway. .

So far, there are only two exceptions, one of which she doesn't want to mention again in her life, and the other is this Barton in front of her.

As a person who hates secret agents so much, it is already a big breakthrough for her to accept him into her life and live next door to her.If because of them the case looks like...

Well, that's not the point, the point is that she has shown him the greatest kindness within her power, how can he be more, um, kinder?

"A few questions for you."

Mo Han leaned against the wall, crossed his arms and looked at Barton on the opposite side.She felt that if she didn't understand this problem, her sleep today would definitely be greatly affected.She doesn't want to go to work with two panda eyes tomorrow and be laughed at by Lucy.

After paving the quilt, Barton turned his head and looked at Mo Han with a serious expression. Under her influence, he also became serious for no reason, although everything could be seen on that face.

"What do you want to ask?"

Mo Han's tone was light, "You don't like this room?"

Barton frowned imperceptibly, "No, I like it very much."

Mo Han's tone became a little sad, "Then you don't like me?"

Button's frown became more obvious, and he spoke faster, "No, I didn't."

Mo Han also frowned and pouted, and continued to ask her questions, "Then you don't like other people in this house? John? Mrs. Hudson? Or, Sherlock?"

When it came to the last name, it was obvious that Mo Han lacked confidence.

"No, I didn't." Barton really didn't understand what this girl wanted to do now.

Mo Han took a deep breath, straightened his back against the wall, walked forward a few steps and stopped in front of Barton.

"Then why do I always feel that you are alienating us? Every time you have a stern face and cherish ink like gold, those who don't know think you are some kind of murder and absconding criminal. I said so many things at the dinner table just now, and you returned all of them." I had five 'ums', three 'ohs', and one more—if that's a laugh, I'd never want to laugh again for the rest of my life."

Mo Han sat down on the bed made by Barton, and looked up at Barton leisurely, "Because it's too ugly."

Barton now understands the few questions she asked before, but the answer to this question cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

He is an agent, and an agent who often sends out missions that never return.As far as he knows, sacrifice is part of the mission.So being involved with fewer people is only good and not bad.He has no family, and his friends have always been very few, at most no more than five or six, and half of them can no longer even appear.

For him, tasks are already the focus of his life, and there are always countless tasks in his life.

She is just an ordinary one of his many tasks. He just needs to be by her side all the time to ensure her safety, and then follow the clues to find the black hand behind it.

For this kind of protectors, he would abide by the code of agents and treat them not far, not near, not intruding on their lives, and in line with his behavior of concealing his identity at the time.

He will not interfere with their original lives, will not take the initiative to reveal his true identity to others, and will not bring danger to the family and friends of the protected person.He generally kept his distance from them, and even when they ate at the same table and lived under the same roof, he tried to make himself as invisible as possible.

Maybe it's because he's been too successful all along, so no one has ever discussed it with him in such a serious tone for this reason.

He had never thought about this question, so he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Button didn't speak, and Mo Han just looked at him.Her eyes are black, but if you look closely, they are actually a little dark brown.These eyes are not too big, but they are very energetic. Anyone can tell that this is a girl full of energy and vitality.

After being stared at by such curious eyes for a long time, anyone would feel a little uncomfortable.

Button thought for a while, then pursed his lips suddenly, turned around and picked up the box leaning against the wall, held it in his hand and handed it to Mo Han.

Mo Han was confused by his movements.She wanted his answer, and he showed her what the box he was carrying was doing.

"The answer you want is here."

Button gently opened the lid of the box, and Mo Han stood up and approached him, opening his head to look into the box.

It is a bow.

Mo Han didn't know much about bows, so he didn't know how to describe this bow.It can only be seen that this is a folding bow, and from some friction marks on the back of the bow, it seems that it has been used for a long time.

"Your answer is too abstract. Forgive me that my IQ is inversely proportional to my EQ, so can you explain it to me in a language I can understand?"

Mo Han spread his hands and smiled innocently.No way, she really didn't understand.

Barton took out the bow, and he put the black box on the bed.He held the back of the bow and flicked it sideways, and with a short but powerful burst of air, the strings of the bow that were shrunk together were fully expanded.

"Wow, cool~" Mo Han whistled, and glanced at Barton's stretched muscles by the way.

"This is my partner, the one I can't live without."

Barton's voice was very deep, but at the same time revealed a trace of nostalgia and relief.

Mo Han had already heard this sentence. When she asked Barton on the plane earlier what was in the box, Barton answered her in this way.

"My duty is to use it to complete missions one after another. I am a special mission agent. Special missions mean the most dangerous missions. Therefore, we can only have missions in our eyes. If missions cannot be completed, then only Death. Either we die, or the people around us die. We have to go through this all the time, and we dare not and don’t want to get too close to others.”

Barton stroked the back of the bow, slowly stroking from the beginning to the end, and the faint tone made Mo Han's heart twitch.

"Because we are with death, so we are with death."

It was the first time to hear Barton say so many words in one breath, and Mo Han, who spoke in such depth, opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, because she didn't know what to say, and she was still feeling sad for his last sentence.

If it's just other external factors, such as the environment or people, she can solve them all.But this is from the heart, she bets that this man must not have many friends who can speak his heart.These words have been held in his heart for a long time, and he said them today not because of how important she is, but because of the right timing and the right mood, he is equivalent to cutting his heart open to show her a part.

"Uh... I don't know what to say when you say that... But I can tell you with certainty that you are not the one who is with the god of death, because I know the one who is really with the god of death guy."

Mo Han licked his lips, but he still couldn't find any good words.She has never been a confidant sister, at most she can be a human-shaped trash can.But the man in front of him exuding a lonely aura still asked her to come forward, trying to comfort him.

"Clint."

She stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Barton's hand holding the bow.She obviously felt that hand backed away, and she exerted a little more force to transmit the warmth of her palm to him.She looked at him, staring at him with her eyes full of brilliance, as if he was the only one in this world.

"I'm not good at comforting this kind of thing, so I don't know how to tell you. But I hope you don't think so in the future, because no matter who has the right to live. You are under too much pressure, and it is all for you On your own back. You can relax and do something you like to do. If you are in a bad mood, you can go clubbing or dance, you can do anything to relieve your mood. Keeping everything in your heart is It’s a very uncomfortable thing. I’ve had this experience before. Later, someone saved me. He taught me that I must speak out, no matter to whom or to the air. It’s so much easier to speak out. You will stop oppressing yourself. You are a very good person, and the whole world knows it. So, why don't you take it easy?"

Mo Han blinked her eyes, usually this is the expression of her mischief.

"Or, you're not used to discussing your ideas with this wall lamp? Then I could give you a doll. I have a lot of dolls in my room, all given to me by my mother. Oh God, she always thought I was a child and she didn't even remember that I hadn't played with a doll since I was 11 because Shirley would laugh at me every time I was a baby doll."

Mo Han's exaggerated tone of self-pity finally softened Barton's stiff lines, and even the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

He understood that this girl just wanted to make him more like an ordinary person, to be able to have the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of ordinary people, and to be able to breathe easily in the sun.Although she said she couldn't comfort people herself, he felt that she had done a good job.No one had ever told him that, and no one had ever cared for him as much as she did.

Regardless of whether he can do it or not, he will accept her love.

"Are there any boy dolls? I don't want to be running around with a girl doll in a dress."

"Yeah? Do you really want it?" Mo Han was just joking, she didn't expect Button to really agree, "This... I can go and find it for you, there should be some..."

"it is good."

Barton put the bow in his hand back into the black box, carefully closed the lid and placed it under the bed.

"Uh, um, it's getting late, so I'll go back first, and I have to go to work in the cafe tomorrow." Mo Han looked at the alarm clock ornament she just put up, and pointed out the door, "You already know The location of the bathroom, and rest early. If I guessed correctly, will you come with me tomorrow?"

The tone she raised at the end showed a hint of fluke in her mind, but Barton returned her a sayyes smile.

"Okay, okay, then go, and by the way, you can also go to see if the primer you are looking for has fallen in a corner of the store, anyway, it should not be here, I checked it again. "

Mo Han's thoughts didn't get any follow-up from Barton. Seeing his recovered cold face, Mo Han sighed, changing this man is really difficult.

"Then, good night."

Mo Han didn't want to think about it alone, so he said this most commonly used closing sentence naturally.

"Good night." Barton uttered that night voice softly, with an inexplicable hint of sexiness.

American English in sohot.

Mo Han exaggeratedly shook his goosebumps and walked out of Barton's room, took two steps to the side and pushed open the door of his own room.Walking in, throwing myself on the comfy single bed, I figured I'd get a good night's sleep.