Sherlock, who was looking around the room, paused for a moment. He turned sideways slightly, covering a certain direction with his body, and then pushed Watson beside him, pushing him away from the table.

Mr. John almost lost his breath.

"What are you doing..." He lowered his head, carefully glanced at the madam who was crying on the sofa beside him and almost fainted, and asked in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Sherlock didn't answer him, Watson frowned, he raised his hand, and was hesitating whether to go over to comfort the crying and sad Mrs. Samy, when Sherlock pushed him hard again.

"Sherlock!" Watson suddenly turned his head and called out his partner's name in a low voice. However, when he turned his head to follow Sherlock's line of sight, he was stunned by the vision in front of him.

"This is..." He was stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly, looked around cautiously, and found that no one had noticed this place for the time being, so he quickly walked over and stood beside Sherlock.

However, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when he cooperated with Sherlock and was about to cover up the unexpected strange scene, he very inadvertently bumped Mr. Detective's big ass.

"Childish." The handsome curly-haired man glanced at him lightly, but got no response.

Watson focused on the scene in front of him, "What's going on?" He asked in a low voice.

Sherlock put one arm around his arm, and pointed his chin with the other hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at him in surprise: "How do I know that?"

Watson: "..."

It’s not me, who can tell me why I’m still friends with this guy? Why should I forgive him, I don’t care if I let him go, I don’t know him anymore (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

It's a pity that Mr. John complained in his heart for a long time, but his face was still calm. He paused for a long time before recovering a little, and only focused on looking at the scene in front of him.

In the originally empty corner, at some point, a translucent little girl gradually appeared. She closed her eyes tightly and seemed oblivious to the outside world. However, as time went by, Slowly, her transparent body is gradually solidifying.

It was a scene that left people speechless.

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other, and blocked the scene from left to right in unison.

In fact, it didn't take long. After about a minute or two, the little girl's originally transparent body was no different from ordinary people, only her arms were still faintly white, and she curled up in a corner, looking inexplicably pitiful.

Dr. Watson couldn't help but soften his gaze. He looked at the little girl whose face was pale and her eyes were tightly closed. Although he had doubts in his heart, his steps moved slightly, and he wanted to walk towards her.

Sherlock tugged at him without a trace.

Watson paused for a moment, and then heard a beautiful crying voice behind him.

Mrs. Sami is not yet 30 years old. She is young and beautiful, with a soft voice like a rose in the morning garden with morning dew. She is also Mr. Sami's heart and treasure, and she is even willing to share his property with her.

Although Mr. Sami is almost 60 years old this year_(:з」∠)_

But maybe this is a kind of love.

Mr. John has always been open to these things, and he already has a wife he loves deeply, so when facing the young and beautiful Mrs. Sammy, he is neither stiff nor appreciative, and his eyes are soft as if facing With a glass of water.

"Are you okay?" He walked up quickly, blocked Mrs. Sammy's sight with his tall body, and asked gently and politely.

Mrs. Sammy's eyes turned red instantly, and she looked at him sadly, her fingers with red nails made her brighter.

Dr. Watson's gentle face finally paused, and he stepped back a little calmly to let the burning smell of perfume dissipate from the tip of his nose, and then showed a gentle and decent smile.

"Are you going to sit on the sofa again?" He asked worriedly, "I know you are sad, but we will try our best to help you find Mr. Sammy, don't worry."

After hearing this, the delicate and beautiful woman looked up at him gratefully, raised her thin white wrist to wipe her red eye sockets, and then silently tucked a lock of loose hair behind her ear.

Mr. Sammy has been missing for fifteen days. Mrs. Sammy was so sad that she fainted from crying several times. She was desperate and finally called the police, and then invited a very famous Mr. Detective.

Now this Mr. Detective is wearing a decent black overcoat, the curly hair on his head is slightly raised, and he walks like an unruly wind.

He put his hands in his pockets, but his posture was a little unnatural. When he walked over, his face was still calm and calm, and then the arc nodded slightly to Watson: "Let's go."

Both Mr. John and Mrs. Samy looked at him without a word. To be precise, they looked at the inside of his coat, where a small human figure was almost stretched out, and the place was locked tightly by Mr. Detective's arm in his pocket.

Sherlock's light gray glazed pupils were very calm, as if he didn't notice the strange look of others looking at him. He walked steadily, and only uttered a simple syllable when passing by Watson: "Go."

Watson understood something in a flash. He sneaked a look at the corner behind him without any trace, and when he saw that there was no one there, he hurriedly followed.

"Wait..." Mrs. Sami showed doubts in her eyes. If she didn't see that there was no change in the house, and there was nothing missing in the furnishings, she would almost think that these were two big liars who liked to take advantage of others.

However, Mrs. Sammy's urgent and pleasant voice left nothing behind, only Dr. Watson turned his head hastily, smiled and nodded, and there was a faint and cold voice in the air: "Come again next time."

Mrs. Sammy: "..."

I feel like Buxing.

Sherlock walked out of Sami's house, looked around the surrounding scene shallowly, quickly chose a direction, walked over and called a taxi.

Watson followed him and sat up. Once he sat firmly, he might have breathed a sigh of relief. A smile suddenly appeared on the young doctor's lips. He turned his head to look at the people around him: "You are really bold."

Sherlock was noncommittal, with a slight curve on his thin lips.

The two sat quietly for a while, and when the car was running smoothly for a while, Watson relaxed and leaned his back on the back seat, and at the same time asked suspiciously: "What happened just now, why did you suddenly rush to take her away?" ?”

Sherlock took a shallow look at the driver in the front row, shifted his eyes a little, and gently lifted his coat at an angle that the driver could never see.

Watson's breathing stopped suddenly, and he saw her slender white arms quietly swaying on the body that the little girl was already staring at. They were almost transparent, and the blood vessels could be seen, which gave people a great impact.

Sherlock wrapped him tightly in his coat again calmly, "Interesting." He glanced sideways at his dazed partner, and suddenly replied with a smile.

Ayu felt that this teleportation was a cat disease, so he must give a bad review.

In fact, after going through several worlds, she gradually understood that although the overall influence was not great, every place she went, the rules of the world seemed to restrict her to some extent.

Although these seem to be different areas of the whole big world, it is unreasonable that every place will give her different restrictions.

This feeling is especially clear when getting along with Loki.

When she was with Steve and Clark, she seemed to be weakened a little more. I don't know if it was because they were not too powerful at the time, or because the two worlds were mild and not dangerous.

This kind of restriction is a little better with Nini, but with Loki, I don’t know if it’s because there are gods around, and the world of gods is stronger, and Ayu’s degree of freedom is higher.

This feeling is like when playing a game, in order to avoid being too unbalanced, the system always finds a way to narrow the gap between the two sides, either strengthening your opponent or weakening the limit for you.

Although under the pressure of absolute strength, this situation did not affect Ayu that much, but when she slowly struggled to wake up, she found that her energy flow was extremely uneven, and she was still a little troublesome.

——I vaguely realized that the strength of this world may be at the resort level, that is to say, there may be something to eat _(:з」∠)_

But the uneven flow of energy in the body still made people feel a little uncomfortable, and Ayu turned his head with a headache.

And when she moved her fingers lightly and slowly opened her eyes, all she could see was a large piece of darkness.

It doesn't mean that it's completely dark, there should be light outside, but she seems to be blocked by something, she can't see clearly, and she can only see a little bit of light through the tight fabric.

Ayu was in a daze, thinking he had fallen into some trap or the sewer, shook his head, and wanted to jump outside.

Shaken by some slight force, the steps that Mr. Detective was taking were a pause.

221B Baker Street.

He looked at the house number that was close at hand. He was still picking up a ball in his arms with one hand, and stretched out two slender and beautiful fingers with the other hand, and gently patted the slightly bulging place.

The inside seemed to be appeased for a short time, no longer moving around, Sherlock looked down lightly, and stepped into the door.

Mrs. Hudson was carrying her exquisite little bag and wearing a beautiful hat with flowers, and was about to go out. When she saw Sherlock came back, she greeted him cheerfully in a good mood.

Sherlock nodded slightly.

However, when passing by, this very careful lady raised her eyes and keenly saw a little bit of soft hair jumping out of Mr. Detective's coat.

The lovely landlady immediately regained her spirits, and followed the man back home again. She stopped shopping and asked Watson with her eyes in high spirits.

Watson met her bright eyes and shrugged his shoulders lightly. While signaling her to be calm, he waved his hands to prove that he didn't know.

Mrs. Hudson smiled secretly, then pulled Watson towards Sherlock.

When he got home, he seemed to be more casual. He walked to the soft sofa, shook the clothes gently, and a cute little girl rolled out of it.

Her arms were still a little transparent, but she had already woken up, and her eyes showed a little bit of confusion.

Sherlock raised his chin slightly, and asked her in a low voice, "What are you?"

Ayu was stunned when he heard that.

She read this sentence very carefully, and understood every word clearly. However, when she put the whole sentence together, she tried her best to understand the meaning of this sentence.

The little girl's face looked a little aggrieved, and her voice was thin, as if she didn't understand: "How can you curse people?"

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