[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

New York City, which has been hit hard several times, seems to have ushered in the dawn.This city that has been trampled by Godzilla, harassed by giant sea monsters, and frozen by blizzard weather can always come back to life quickly.

But as if cursed, the victims of the next global crisis or villain riot will still be the strong people of New York.There are so many continents in the world, and the disasters chose this one by coincidence.

People in New York who live in the Two-dimensional world don't understand that the culprits of this phenomenon are the three-dimensional Hollywood film workers.

Similar to countless suffering histories in the past, this time New York has become Moriarty's playground.

On weekdays, nine o'clock in the morning.

Several large screens in Times Square in New York suddenly went black, and then a blood-red clock appeared, ticking away.Moriarty's voice sounds in the background.

[Good morning everyone.At ten o'clock, somewhere in the city will BOOM! and be blown up. ]

[Clues to bomb location here...]

[Remember to be quick! BOOOOM!]

The maniacal laughter of Moriar Tissin echoed over the square.

Professionals who are already late for work have no patience to stop and spend precious time listening to this kind of crazy declaration.

The old white man who was exercising in the morning stopped in his tracks. After listening to Moriarty's gauntlet against New York City, he said disdainfully to the passers-by beside him: "There are hackers playing pranks again."

The passer-by is a goth kid, he hid the newly purchased marijuana in the inner pocket of the leather jacket, and echoed: "No way. Last time the president tweeted that he was resigning, I was going to have a party with my friends to celebrate. The result was an oolong. It was said that hackers did it."

"A few days ago, Real Madrid was hacked and sent a message to welcome Messi, these crazy people. What's more frightening is that because of the madness before Paris, I almost believed it." The old man continued his morning jog slowly.

People also continue their ordinary lives.

Sherlock, who was invited to the police station for tea, looked at the brown coffee cup in his hand with disgust.

"This is not a teacup!" Sherlock drank the unknown liquid in the cup, and said with even more disgust: "Mr. Police, are you sure it's tea? And I said to add sugar and milk..."

Ed snatched the cup impatiently and said, "Then don't drink."

Sherlock was suddenly motionless, and the voice reappeared.Clear and familiar, as if Mojarity is in this room at this very moment.Watson on the side tugged on Sherlock's hospital gown: "Sherlock, look up."

A TV hanging in the corner of the lounge was broadcasting the hacking and replacement of the screen in Times Square.

"Moriarty." Sherlock stood up suddenly and said to Ed: "I must get out of here immediately. The lunatic on TV really knows how to do what he says. This question is for me. I must find the bomb as soon as possible. s position."

He hugged Ed's arms anxiously: "Otherwise, thousands of people will die. Mr. Police!"

"But you haven't explained clearly about the drugs and gunshot wounds..."

Sherlock pointed at Watson: "You can keep my friend, he did everything. John." Sherlock manically pulled Watson up from the chair, and whispered: "You first put Let the matter settle down, and I'll get you out after I've settled the matter with Moriarty."

"What???" Watson frowned, was he sold by Sherlock?

"The drugs belong to him, you guys talk slowly!" Sherlock patted Watson's shoulder gratefully, and escaped through the window while the police were not paying attention.

Thanks to his miraculous body, he can recover quickly from such a serious injury.

The first cue is "The Darkest Place in New York."

Sherlock was standing on the busy streets of New York. This was not the London where he could go shopping normally with his eyes closed. He was not that familiar with New York.

The darkest place, the darkest place, the darkest place...

Sherlock, who was wearing a coat over his hospital gown, looked like a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital. He was circling on the street and observing everything around him, his mind frantically thinking about the answer to the question.

Suddenly, a pleasant "ding" sounded in my mind.

Darkness means no sunlight, excludes all aboveground structures, and targets are underground.

Then the light exposure time is the least...

Sherlock took out his phone and searched for the power supply system in New York City.

found it.

Moriarty sat in the darkness, looked at the timer on the phone and shook his head in disappointment: "It's a step back, Sherlock."

***

"I can't do it." Soapy dropped the book in his hand, and said to Freya apologetically, "No matter how much you read it, it won't work."

[Be patient. ] Freya wrote this line on the paper.

"It's not a question of patience, it's a cultural barrier." Soapy closed the book in frustration.

"Maybe I can help you." A black man walked into the room, followed by the three members of the Claus family, another person who was not so black, and a blonde beauty he didn't recognize.

Klaus's younger sister, the blond beauty Rebecca walked towards Soapy happily: "Nick, is this your little friend from the East?"

The room suddenly became crowded, and Soapy was at a loss for the extra unfamiliar faces.

"This is Marcel." Rebecca pointed to the brown man and introduced, then pointed to the black man who spoke first: "This is the wizard Vincent."

"Wizards who cannot use witchcraft." Vincent spread his hands.

Marcel then explained: "In order to help us, Vincent was abolished by the witches' assembly."

"However, I can still help." Vincent walked up to Soapy, opened the book that recorded witchcraft, and said to Soapy with a smile, "Follow me."

"*...￥%...*—()"

Soapy didn't even know how the other party made such a strange pronunciation.

"*...￥%...*?()"

"No. It's *...￥%...*—()"

Soapy followed and read it again: "*...￥%...*—()"

"Ah! God, I'm almost suffocating." Freya was finally able to speak.

"Great, then you can wake him up." Soapy pointed to the sleeping Elijah, and her witch function could finally come to an end.

"No. You come!" Klaus handed Hope into the arms of the child's mother Hayley, and stepped forward to hold his brother Elijah's hand: "Subbie, you need to learn all the witches in this book." Art, fight the enemy with us."

This whole book...

Soapy glanced furtively at the page number on the last page of the book.Then nod hopelessly.

After waking Elijah with an awkward spell, Soapy, with Rebecca's help, sorts out the family's characters more or less.

Klaus, Elijah, Freya and Rebecca are siblings in the Michelson family.

Klaus is half werewolf and half vampire, Elijah and Rebecca are pure vampires, and Freya is an immortal witch.

The black Marcel, the man who took Hope from Mrs. Hudson's house, was a vampire transformed by Klaus, but after taking some medicine, he became the strongest of the group.The weakness is that he loves Rebecca, so even if he has complicated grievances and entanglements with Klaus, he can be regarded as a comrade-in-arms in front of the common enemy witch assembly.

The reason why he forcibly took Hope away was because he learned that a witch had rushed to Banjie Avenue.So I took the little girl to a safe place one step ahead of time, and then notified Klaus.

Vincent used to be a wizard, but now he is a mortal. He hangs out with Marcel, and he is quite kind.

Finally, there are Hayley and Hope, mother and daughter, whom Soapy already knows.

Although Hailey and Klaus gave birth to Hope, they fell in love with Elijah.

God!Soapy took the cup of blood from Rebecca, "It's so complicated. In your culture, is it really okay to have an affair with your ex-sister-in-law?"

"Baby, when you live hundreds of years and have seen all kinds of constantly changing moral standards, you will feel indifferent." Rebecca asked with some gossip: "Listen to Nick, you fell in love with a handsome American soldier? Have you slept yet?" Rebecca raised her eyebrows.

Soapy shook his head: "You have a strong temper, so you won't follow suit easily."

"Baby, is he indifferent to you being so beautiful? Are you sure he likes girls?"

***

In the luxurious ward of the hospital, Tony Stark looked unhappy. "Didn't you say you can eat something delicious when you're sick?"

The glass of detoxifying green juice in Captain America's hand looks especially hateful today.

The US team was half coaxing and half threatening: "I'll give you three seconds to think about it, if you don't drink, I'll pinch your nose and gulp it down."

"F**k." Tony Stark took the cup.

Captain America looked at him sternly: "Pay attention to your words."

"F**************KU! If you have the ability to catch me!" Tony Stark looked disdainful.