[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 54 The Gears of Destiny

Clark Kent, the biggest one with black hair and blue eyes, nestles on the sofa, trying to make room for new friends in the way of a small reporter compressing his presence.

Steve Rogers, blond and blue-eyed, slightly smaller than Superman, sat upright in a soldier's posture. The calm and sorrow along the way was like winter snow melting into the warm sun of early spring.

The youngest John Watson, who was a shade darker, was also blond and blue-eyed, and was almost squeezed out of the sofa.

They were like the sun, the torch and the fire, which made the whole living room warm, and they chatted and laughed like old friends at first sight.

"When is your birthday, Steve? Oh, we must prepare the biggest cake for you, the one with three layers, otherwise how can we hold 95 candles?" Watson rarely drinks alcohol, and his alcohol capacity is also poor After two glasses of beer, Teddy's round eyes became watery.

The sweetheart who was molested and would never get drunk no matter how much she drank, put down her glass boldly, and solemnly swore: "I feel the respect that the elderly deserve."

"And you're one of the most handsome old people in the world... Poor Bucky has been on missions for decades, and he hasn't been making popsicles for 70 years like you. How does he keep his face?"

"Bucky will be frozen when not performing missions, so we are almost 70-year-old popsicles." Steve sighed, and he drank another glass of beer. Certainly, our metabolism is four times faster than that of ordinary people, and there will always be new cells to fill the place of old cells. Although Bucky and I have only been successful in the plan to create super soldiers, I think it can be researched in the direction of beauty.”

"Women are going to go crazy over the idea."

"Poor Sleeping Beauty Bucky! But don't worry, Steve, Bucky is very safe now, and his memory recovery is just around the corner." Clark said confidently, his clear, icy blue eyes were extremely convincing .

"I have never doubted it, guys. I have traveled twice in my life. The first time I traveled through time, I woke up in a completely unfamiliar street in New York, and my friends and companions disappeared; the second time I traveled through space, and there were still Loyal sidekick, lost and found Bucky, and friend who will soon be fighting side by side, thank God!"

"It seems that you have adapted well to the modern life of the 21st century, Steve, at least you have mastered the Internet vocabulary 'time travel'!" Watson clapped his hands heavily, "And, how do you know we are about to go to war, captain? Premonitions and intuitions of war and danger?"

"When a group of superpowers and high IQ geniuses gradually gather, there is only one explanation, and that is the imminent, even imminent threat of war." The captain's straight and straight eyebrows moved to the middle, and he turned to the window , as if the next moment, there will be a spaceship tearing apart the low night in London, bringing danger and misery to this bustling land.

"War... sounds like a distant term, and I was invading on the Afghan battlefield a year ago!"

"When I first came to this world, I naively thought that this was a peaceful age where large-scale wars were impossible. Later, it turned out that aliens would not let the earth go." Thinking of the fate of being unable to get rid of the meat shield in the future, he sighed subtly.

"Do Atlanteans count as aliens?"

"Not necessarily, we need Bruce to test the genetics of the Atlanteans, to see if we are reproductively isolated from the Atlanteans after thousands of years of separation and evolution. John, your heart beats faster , The adrenaline level has increased significantly, does the war excite you again?" Clark found John's heart, contracting and expanding frantically between the two rows of ribs.

"John, don't get too excited. After all, you have never fought a superpower, nor have you experienced a large-scale long-night war. My parents died in the war, and my friends died in the war, but we still rushed forward. Go up, just for a dawn without war. War is not romantic at all, not even bloody at all, all you can do is to make yourself stronger and stronger, your heart is like steel and stone. "The man who really understands the war said in a flat but heart-wrenching tone.

"Steel and stone? Diamond-level ones are not enough." Batman's voice suddenly broke the warm atmosphere in the living room, and his low and mocking voice pierced the air, "I took out a whole 27 chips, including muscles, Mechanical arm and brain. Let Clark take you to the Batcave, captain, from now on, you have to accompany your companion who has been formatted for 24 years 70 hours a day, and help him retrieve the original data. etc. He's recovered enough that we're going to investigate if there's a problem with S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA in this world, and why the Winter Soldier was sent to 221B on a killing mission. His mission, by the way, was to target John Hamish Watson."

"Thank you, Bruce." Steve ignored the cold sarcasm and replied seriously.

In just a few hours, Captain America delivered his trust in another completely unfamiliar time and space.

Teddy, who was innocently lying on the gun, decisively picked up his Browning, pinned it behind his buttocks, and covered it with his clothes.

After Clark left with Steve, who was not so calm and calm for a moment, Watson said to Falcon: "No wonder you followed him faithfully, Sam. I haven't admired a person so much in a long time. A boy whose parents died , the art student who was bullied and always beaten, the thin and small man who never flinched, even a butterfly could overthrow him... He is like a torch rising from the mud, illuminating the impenetrable darkness."

Sam opened his mouth wide again, revealing two rows of shiny teeth: "Why do you know?"

"Maybe that's why I was selected by the Abnormal Human Research Center." Watson shrugged, "I originally thought that even if he stood on the side of justice, Steve would become a Batman-like figure, who knows, little The moment the steamed buns are steamed and the lid is removed, America’s White Knight is born.”

"Can you stop talking about Captain America's pectoral muscles?" Sherlock said irritably, full of aggression like a pussy tomcat, he turned his furry head out of the window angrily, "ah, the spy chief always He received the news at the first moment and intervened in various bizarre events."

"..."

"Secretary chief?" Sam was munching on an apple and asked inarticulately.

Waiting for Mycroft, the head of MI221, the actual person in power of the British government, the hair loss is getting worse, and if this continues, a qualitative leap will be achieved. Sherlock Holmes appears in [-]B with his head held high, his gait calm, and his black umbrella At the door, with a habitual smirk on his brilliant face, Watson calmly threw the bombshell at the ignorant and happy Falcon:

"This is Mycroft Holmes, the eldest brother of Sherlock Holmes, the kind who grew up with the same father and mother."

A mouthful of innocent apple was stuffed stubbornly in Sam's throat, motionless.

"There are new members joining, huh? It seems that our team is getting stronger." Mycroft tilted his head, his chin up and his nose down, and with his unchanged politician expression, he turned to Sam Choke Wilson He nodded, "Over the North Pole, a conspiracy seems to be staged in full bloom. I need you to investigate, Sherlock."

"No." Sherlock nestled proudly in the armchair, with his right leg resting high on his left, and took out his violin, "We have people whose IQs are not up to the standard but can barely pull them out to make a show. Police team, you have a group of agents who are not half as smart as Miss Adler, why are you looking for me?"

"Because I suspect that some of our special agents have already defected. They are related to the Arctic incident, and they are deeply hidden. No one can be trusted until they are thoroughly investigated." Mycroft put away his smiling face , every line tensed up, "Look at the information yourself."

The spy chief handed over a thin stack of materials printed with "Top Secret Documents".

The corners of Sherlock's arrogantly raised mouth full of mocking smiles gradually converged with the movement of turning the pages, and the smile on the corners of his mouth disappeared a bit every time he turned a page with his graceful big hands.

"I think this is a good idea that kills three birds with one stone, Sherlock." Mycroft stared affectionately at the precious umbrella he never left, and pulled his lips flat to the roots of his ears, "Anyway, John has been targeted, even if All kinds of geniuses, geeks, and superpowers are guarding 221B, and we can't guarantee John's safety..."

"Come on, Mycroft, if I really cared about the so-called 'safety', I wouldn't follow Sherlock here and there chasing criminals anyway."

Watson turned his head and smiled at Sherlock, only to find that the other party's eyes were opened wide and his two pale lips were tightly twisted together, as if restraining the storm in his heart.

"And Steve wants to take the Winter Soldier back to the snowy mountain where James Buchanan Barnes fell off more than 70 years ago, and help him recover his memory." Bruce stepped on the carpet of 221B briskly, followed by his expression Steve, who was tired but with gentle eyes, and Bucky, who was hanging on Steve, was unconscious, "The captain, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier went to the snow mountain, John and Sherlock went to the North Pole, Superman was in charge of communication, Dr. Lecter and I are in charge of looking after the house. Take your communicators and notify Superman immediately if there is an emergency. Remember to update the information at any time and transmit it to me through the communicator. Well, as long as there is no World War III, you will be able to Heading out after New Years. Good luck to everyone."

Steve gently brushed back the tangled, curly hair and pinned it behind Bucky's ear, revealing Bucky's face that had hardly changed in over 70 years.

Bucky's body is naked and strong, and the super soldier serum allows the wound to heal quickly.This should be a killing machine that has nothing to do with "vulnerability", but without the cover of long hair and black eye shadow-like camouflage paint, he looks nothing like the fearsome Winter Soldier who has been in and out of bullets and bullets.

His eyelids, which had been washed off the camouflage paint, trembled slightly, and his heavy eyelashes lifted. When he opened his eyes, Bucky met a pair of familiar blue eyes, a pair of firm, stubborn, stubborn and upright eyes, a pair of 70-year-old eyes. Blue eyes that no brain can wash away.

"You are not my mission." Bucky stared for a long time, his watery eyes were equally stubborn.

Steve lowered his shoulders so that his best friend, whom he had known all his life, could hang more comfortably, and then he reached out a hand and held Bucky's cold and smooth mechanical arm: "YouaretheoneImiss."

"By the way, Steve." Bruce suddenly smiled frivolously, this smile completely destroyed his Batman aura, "I have bought the entire Baker Street, you can live next door to Mrs Teller, enjoy Your three-person world."

Steve: "..."

Sam: "..."

Bucky: "……………"

The progress of packing the luggage was not fast, because Batman prepared a lot of things for everyone, all stuffed in the universal bat belt, and it took some time to master it.

The slowest master was the one and only ordinary man, John Watson.

"Clothes that can automatically adjust the temperature, socks that are automatically heat-resistant and moisture-proof, three-purpose shoes that can be used for skiing, skating, and walking...portable compressed toiletries, teeth-cleaning gum...It's really high-tech that saves the world." Watson rubbed his hair vigorously, exhausted Sitting on the bed, he planned to take a little rest for a while.

Sherlock's Christmas gift to John was quietly lying on the bed where they embraced and fell asleep every night. There was no card, no ribbon, and only a simple cellophane package.

With the extremely dense and high-speed operation these days, Watson didn't even have time to open the Christmas presents.

He decided to see how big Sherlock's brain was, and unpacked the package with slightly trembling hands. He blamed the trembling of his hands on the exhaustion of packing the luggage.

a disc.

The smooth surface of the disc reflects Watson's somewhat illusory face, which is grotesque in the changing colors.

Watson inserted the CD into the CD drive of his laptop.

click.

Like the sound of the gears of fate snapping together.

"Merry Christmas, John...well, well, and Happy New Year." Sherlock's face, which was so long that the screen could hardly fit it, popped up on the screen so suddenly, "I once took a minute to imagine giving What kind of Christmas gift did you get..."

He hesitated, stuck like a cassette for a long time, and finally gave up as if he couldn't say anything, and made a random joke: "Look, John, your life is so nourishing, eating former military affairs Meals at the hands of six Kingsman agents, frequent refreshments from renowned gourmets, and most importantly, shopping with my credit card—what else would you want?"

Sure enough, I can't expect anything from Sherlock's words...

"I spent a lot of time thinking about it. Well, it may be longer than reasoning about a case. In the end, I decided to send you my whole life."

"Life begins with a cry, and ends in the cry of others, and in the middle, what I have is not much that belongs to me."

"My childhood was not much different from now. I also had no friends and I was unwilling to communicate, except that the 7-year-old Sherlock was more likable than the 27-year-old guy-humans always have words to explain their young creatures. Compassion, literary words such as 'innocent', 'pure and lovely', 'he is not sensible' - the reverse combination of letters, desperately trying to explain from the human perspective The awe and desire for the continuation of life in our blood."

"However, when I was seven years old, everything changed. My only friend Redbeard died to save me. From then on, I swore to abandon emotions. Emotions will slow down my brain, and caring will hurt people around me."

Sherlock pointed to the curly hair on his head and said: "Look, this is a calm, calm, reasoning and analytical brain. I know what needs to be sacrificed for truth and truth, such as emotion, especially love."

The cohabitant cleared his throat, and he repeated with difficulty: "Yes, love. I can make everyone fall in love with me - you know I have the means and the ability - but I don't think it's necessary Allowing such sentiments to intrude upon my delicate and exact nature would distract me, and call into doubt all my intellectual achievements. A grain of sand in a delicate instrument, or a crack in the lens of my portable magnifying glass, would not Nothing could be more disturbing than mixing a strong emotion into my character."

Sherlock spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that the CD would not be enough, and there were a lot of complicated long and difficult sentences mixed in, which made Watson have to go back and read it again.

"At the age of 22, I left university and worked as Molly's assistant at Barts Hospital. At that time, I was covered in thorns, and there was no one I hated more than me." Sherlock paused slightly, his shiny glass color Eyes, through the LCD screen, went straight into the depths of Watson's mind, "At that time, I didn't know that there was a person who would intervene in my life with rough skin and thick flesh."

Mixing praise and sarcasm is Sherlock's habit, habit... Watson said to himself dumbfounded.

"At 22, I wouldn't go home, refused to accept help from Mycroft, troubled Scotland Yard all day, spent Christmas with coats, skulls, corpses and riding whips in a laboratory at Barts Hospital, yes , and occasionally marijuana, when I'm overwhelmed by the idling noise in my head."

Oh, Sherlock... look what you've done to yourself.

Through the fog of time, a pale and thin young man appeared before Watson's eyes.His coat is dirty and old, his body is scrawny, his face is pale like a vampire, his eyes are as sharp as his cheekbones, everyone who looks at those cat eyes is frightened, afraid that their secrets and desires will be discovered... and Hua Sheng just wanted to hug him.

"At that time, I never imagined that there would be a person, and the best, bravest and kindest person in the world, would use all his enthusiasm and energy to watch and participate in my performance."

Oh, Sherlock... who would say you are heartless and unreasonable?

"At the age of 22, I was frantically doing chemical experiments in a rented apartment without water and electricity, frantically playing the violin, the fireplace was empty, the rented house was empty, I was wrapped in a coat full of mud from all over London, and my fingers were corroded by chemicals , I may die here quietly."

No, Sherlock...

"I'm surviving on the meager salary of a lab assistant and I've turned Scotland Yard into my playground. Of course I can't charge Scotland Yard John, don't you ask the amusement park for money when you go to the amusement park ?"

I knew you hadn't grown up since you were seven, Sherlock.

"I'm a restless, insatiable bad guy who has deliberately turned my life into a hungry and endless playground. Yes, I would have liked to be a pirate."

And I also know one thing, that is, no matter how cold and rebellious you are, you are always on the side of the light.

"Later, with his insidious cunning, Mycroft climbed to the top throne of MI[-], his ubiquitous tentacles penetrated into the British government, his precious hairline receded day by day, and his flat stomach became increasingly Day after day the bulge was like the Himalayas, and he gave me lots of coats."

And you are as stubborn as I am about asking for help from caring brothers and sisters.

"I couldn't get along with my last roommate, so I moved again. On January 2010, 1, I was in a laboratory at Barts Hospital when I ran into John Hamish Watson. John was a military doctor who served in Afghanistan. Military service, I have received special forces training for some reason... Sometimes, as rational as I am, it is hard not to doubt the existence of 'fate'."

Our "destiny" is a fat man with a name and a surname. We usually call him Mike, but his full name is Mike Stanford.

"Since then, skulls and drugs have become dispensable, John. I am no longer alone in the pursuit of criminals. When I analyze the dead body, sit in the armchair reasoning, in the streets of London I can feel your warm eyes of unconditional tolerance, trust and support when I stride forward."

Sherlock, Sherlock... Watson, who had a speech dysfunction for a moment, could only repeat the name of the cohabitant over and over again in his heart.

"Your blog after blog post, I didn't tell you that I read every word of this romantic adventure. As I became more and more famous, I started to hear vain cheers and disapproval. Criminals racked their brains Killing me and my fans cheering me on in different languages ​​- doesn't make me any less boring because it's not your adoration and admiration."

That's amazing, Sherlock.

"My brain is a high-speed idling machine. When there is no case and no challenge to stimulate it. Only when I look at you, my John, this endless beast, will crawl safely."

An indelible impulse surged in Watson's heart, and he wanted to hug him strongly.

"I said that loneliness will protect me and the people around me. But you, my dearest John, just broke into my thinking palace with such open fire and irresistibility, and blatantly demolished my wall. The owner has demarcated his territory at will, inspected a large area of ​​land, and then resided for a long time confidently...John Illegal Entry Watson, I have to tell you that you have obtained the permanent residence of Sherlock Holmes Kingdom .”

Sherlock...

"It is said that geniuses are lonely, but how lucky I am, in my short life, I found you, and accompanied me through many absurd adventures accompanied by murders, secrets and many crimes. How kind you are, and how lucky I am."

Sherlock...

"Time is the most fair and undiscriminatory existence in this world. It will not let us go because of my cleverness and your kindness. Time will quietly climb into the corners of your teddy bear's round eyes, making you Your ash-blonde soft hair fades its pigment and leaves folds and wrinkles on our faces. Time takes some and brings some, time strips some memories and gives a future. time makes a The growth of an indifferent, paranoid, arrogant and self-willed high-functioning anti-social guy will make him no longer just a good consulting detective, but also gradually develop in the direction of a good person."

Sherlock...

"I learned to be apprehensive, I learned to compromise, I learned to separate myself from the protective shell of loneliness..."

Sherlock...

"Just because you're here." The face on the screen was suddenly covered with an extremely gentle yet extremely disturbed smile that was not at all Sherlock Holmes, and he slowly stretched out his hands in a gesture asking for a hug, "Now, turn your head around." , John, I'm right behind you."

Watson froze, and turned his head in a motion that can only be seen in slow motion movies.

Sherlock Holmes was wearing a purple shirt, with his hands slanted in his suit pockets, no more indifferent and sharp eyes, no more sharp and sharp words, no more willful interference... Sherlock took off his With a prickly shell, a tense and frustrated expression, and a trace of resigned frustration and desperate determination, he slowly took his hands out of his pockets, stretched out his hands in slow motion, and said dryly: "John ..."

"You complete bastard..." Watson jumped up, stretched out his arms, and hung himself on Sherlock.His lips firmly covered Sherlock's trembling lips, "I love you..."

The last sporadic memory is Sherlock's super learning ability and unparalleled action.

The shy and harmless boy was gone, replaced by a fierce, strong, predatory beast.

Isn't his original setting Virgin...

Sherlock forced his companion back in front of the computer screen, wrapped one hand around Watson's waist, leaned straight down, and pressed his John on the table."Hold me tight, John," he said in an orderly tone instructing his companions to make coffee, milk, and mobile phones for him.

It seems that "physical contact" is not as boring to Sherlock as he thought, which is good.Watson thought in the interval of dizziness.

In the dim light, Sherlock's cat-like eyes sparkled with excitement, completely enveloping his cohabitant and immobilizing his prey.

The electric current rushed straight up from the tailbone, and Watson was completely excited because of the other party's order.He tightened his arms, concentrating on pleasing the toughest consulting detective in the world.

They heard the New Year's bell, and the long reverberation of one after another, just like the fate of Watson and Holmes who are destined to be entangled.

The author has something to say: These two beauties are worth a lot of money QAQ

Why is it so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful~

Regarding Sherlock's gift, it was inspired by an article on Sorrow, which is very short and writes about Sherlock Holmes' life from his teenage years to his death, but the name and author are forgotten QAQ

To allow such sentiments to intrude on my delicate and rigorous nature would distract me and call into doubt all my intellectual achievements.A grain of sand in a delicate instrument, or a crack in the lens of my portable magnifying glass, would not be more disturbing than the introduction of a strong emotion into my character. ——Quoted from the original work, with changes

The statement that Mike Stanford is the fate of John and Sherlock should also come from an article I read before, I don’t remember what it is called--