[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

"So thirsty."

Sherlock felt his lips chapped and his throat aching like it was on fire.

He patted his cheek but felt as if a warm paw was caressing his face.

In a daze, Sherlock found that he seemed to be moving. He opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that he was lying on a warm and solid——big hand.

He straightened up immediately, stood up in a panic, and fell down again.

He looked up and saw that Mycroft was looking at himself with a half-smile, a Chinese pastoral cat was reflected in his big clear eyes, and he would rather admit that he was a Bombay cat with blood.

Well, that's not the point.

"Why did I become a stupid cat?"

A skinny black cat, lying on the hands of a fat uncle, speaks English with a pure London accent. Ordinary people will be shocked when they see it, but it’s the end of the world now. I can calm down.

McCawfoye had passed the shock stage, and now he wouldn't be surprised if Sherlock turned into a "female" cat in heat, but he was just a cat.

Ordinary cat.

He shrugged, looking serious, but Sherlock always felt that his unscrupulous brother was laughing at the moment.

When Oros came out of the kitchen, she still had a bowl of milk in her hand, "Oh, Sherlock, you're awake! Do you want some milk?"

She pretended to be regretful and said: "There is probably no place to buy cat food now."

"You put me down, let go of me, damn it!"

While struggling to jump off Mycroft's hand, Sherlock cursed. At the same time, he did not forget to analyze the situation in front of him. The virus on his body reacted with Olos' blood, turning into If you lost a cat, how do you become a human again?He had to go to the research institute, where there might be some clues.

Olos saw what Sherlock was thinking, and she said, "We will leave London on the last helicopter this afternoon."

"Sherlock, this is our last chance. Soon the government will use heat measures to cleanse the city."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, he meowed subconsciously, the whole cat's face was unhappy, the evil cat's instinct.

"How long?"

"25 days."

"I have to go to the research institute, meow~"

"This is not a good idea, Sherlock, you should learn to be more mature, and we will always find a way to return to the safe zone."

Mycroft poked Sherlock's stomach viciously, and Sherlock grunted in pain and fell to the ground, rubbing his little butt on the ground a few times, causing burning pain.After finally getting up and being pushed down badly by Mycroft, Sherlock tried to struggle to get up, but found that his whole body seemed to be out of strength and could not move.

"Damn fat man! Meow~"

Sherlock, unable to escape, simply closed his eyes and played dead completely.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Oulos looked helplessly at the two brothers, one big and one small.

"Sherlock, in fact, you look pretty good now, with thick and soft fur, a slender body, and that little pink nose that twitches, so cute."

"If it was still the peaceful and peaceful London five days ago, girls all over the UK would be crazy about you with your appearance."

Obviously Sherlock didn't want this "cute madness" at all, and silently turned around and pointed his butt at Olos.

After placing Sherlock in 221b, Olos and Mycroft went back to pack their left luggage.

"Stay well." Mycroft warned Sherlock coldly before leaving.

"Ah."

Sherlock raised his head and bowed his back, completely ignoring Mycroft's appearance.

He looked out the window at the crimson sky, then at his black hair, wrinkled his nose, and looked disgusted.

"Hey, brother, why don't you go?"

A yellow cat jumped in through the hole in the eaves, which was pierced by a thunderstorm three days ago. Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson was not there at the time, otherwise she would have screamed in distress.

Sherlock looked it up and down. First of all, it was speaking English just now, which meant that something must have happened to it.Secondly, it is a yellow cat, which looks a little smaller than him, looking at the overalls that the cat is wearing with a little disgust.

"Are you a Chinese garden cat? I'm a Garfield."

The cat rubbed against Sherlock's fur, and was almost injured by Sherlock's paw.

"Oh man, can you stop being so violent?"

Sherlock looked angrily at this strange cat that suddenly appeared, and almost poked a hole in it with his eyes. He mocked coldly: "First of all, I am a Bombay cat with blood. Secondly, for a stupid clown who doesn't know I choose to ignore the so-called self-talk."

The cat obviously didn't expect that the Chinese pastoral cat could speak English, it was taken aback for a while, and then it became excited.

He always thought that he was the only cat in the world who could speak human language, but he didn't expect to meet the same kind, and he felt that this cat was more kind, although this cat's temper seemed a bit bad.

He said with a mean face, "We are all friends."

Sherlock taunted without hesitation: "As far as I know, I only met you a minute ago."

Awkward--

Fortunately, Garfield had a thick skin, so he was silent for a while and took out a cigarette from his overalls pocket.

"Is there a fire?"

Sherlock raised a cat eye, glanced at the smoke on Lance's paw, swallowed, turned his head slowly and said, "No."

Garfield put away his cigarette and said, "Then let's go, now the streets of London are full of zombies. Fortunately, I'm a cat, so it's very convenient to escape, but it's not a good thing to stay here if you want to survive." Great idea, I hear St Petersburg is the only safe zone in the UK."

"Brothers, shall we go together?"

Sherlock squatted gracefully on the coffee table, and asked in a deep voice, "When did you become a cat?"

Garfield was obviously stunned. He looked hesitantly at the Bombay cat in front of him, not knowing whether to believe him or not. In the end, he almost made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "I became a cat half a month ago."

"Zombie virus?"

"Yes, at that time I was walking on the street and a lunatic came to bite me. I fought with him, and then I passed out, and when I woke up, I became like this."

Sherlock stared closely at Garfield in front of him, trying to see traces of lying in his expression.

"Then did you encounter any strange things before this?"

"Strange thing?" Garfield looked at the Bombay cat in front of him strangely. His light-colored eyes were as beautiful as jewels, and his heart stopped beating for no reason. Nima, could it be Xiao Feidie? , it shook its head violently.

He tried his best to ignore this feeling, frowning and recalling the past, but he still had no clue.

"Nothing strange."

Sherlock looked into its eyes, and he had a strong intuition that this kitten was hiding a secret.

"I'm going to the National Institute."

A black cat smiled strangely and extended an invitation to the other cat.

"why?"

Sherlock said blankly: "If you want to become a human."

Apparently, they had a very happy deal.

They clasped each other to show their trust, and then Garfield jumped onto the beam again, and Sherlock took a big step forward with his two front feet. As a result, he seemed to forget that he now had an extra tail than before, so he stumbled so hard. After a while, it flew out gorgeously, and after drawing an elegant arc in the air, it plopped - rolled on the blanket on the ground.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Garfield's voice came from the beam not far away, and his furry head was looking in Sherlock's direction.

Seeing himself falling on all fours in a state of embarrassment, while the stupid cat was still standing gracefully on it, Sherlock's head became hot, and he suddenly felt a feeling of shame turning into anger.

He spotted a wooden table leg behind him, took a few steps back and jumped onto the table leg as fast as he could. His sharp little claws were smoothly inserted into the soft wooden leg. After stabilizing, he used his sharp little claws to Carefully made a mark on the table, he must inform the fat man and the woman with mental problems before leaving,

After doing all this, he jumped onto the beam, and cast a proud glance at the slightly fat Garfield cat.

Olos looked at the mark on the table with a sullen face.

"Sherlock still chose to leave."

"Why can't he trust us."

Mycroft silently looked at the mark on the table, the Roosevelt cipher stamped with paw prints, obviously he left in a hurry, but it was understandable, that guy Sherlock was a worrying guy since he was a child, the more dangerous he was, the more dangerous he was. The more you want to break through.

"I'm going to find him."

Speaking of which, Oulos put down her luggage recklessly and wanted to rush out.

"damn it."

Mycroft grabbed her hand and yelled, "Don't go, Olos, we're leaving here."

"Sherlock is a big boy, he's a detective and he knows what he's doing."

"But..." Olos was silent, she knew what Mycroft meant, she was just a woman, she was emotional, she was weak.

She asked, "Mycroft, will Sherlock be all right?"

He said, "Yes."

So they grabbed the luggage, broke the glass, and hopped on the helicopter.

The wind was strong, and there was a buzzing in my ears.No one knows when this virus will stop, and everyone is missing the light that was not so long ago.

The author has something to say: Thank you~~Jin Xiaolang~jun for a mine~

Happy new year~ I love learning, learning makes me happy~~~