Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

As if the timing was right, the auction hammer for the first painting fell, and Novia's mobile phone, which was set to vibrate mode, received frequent text messages.

—' Sherlock is back in London, and he's looking around for a criminal. mh'

——'He is moving around you, Watson follows, but he hasn't forgiven him yet, please help me take care of them. mh'

——'It's best not to use abilities. mh'

"What's wrong?" Tony looked around after seeing that Novia received the text message.

Novia answered him in a low voice: "Mycroft said... Sherlock is nearby."

"Who is Sherlock?" It sounded like a man's name, and Novia's tone was natural, as if he had to know him after saying this name!

"He's Mycroft's younger brother, a very famous... detective in England."

Novia was looking for signs of Sherlock, and Mycroft said that he was nearby, so Sherlock might have sneaked into the venue.

Things got really tricky.

Mycroft didn't say what criminals Sherlock was after in the text message, which meant that he was just following clues all the way forward, and he didn't even know who he was facing.

If that's the case... Novia recalled the people she had seen in the art exhibition - she could think of at least three or four faces worthy of Sherlock's brain, the range was too large, it would be embarrassing.

"Shouldn't that auctioned work be a person covering his face?" The auctioned paintings were visited in the order of the exhibition, and it was only the second one that the guests below finally moved slightly.

Novia followed Tony's line of sight, and after the flannelette covered the canvas was lifted, a blank drawing board was revealed, on which was pasted a sketch of a skateboard boy on lead paper. The author's painting skills are proficient, but the style of painting is not realistic. —The boy looked pained, his abdomen was penetrated.

"This person is..." Tony thought of the young man on the skateboard who fell to the ground before. Although the sketch was black and white, the boy's dick was all caught.

"This is a crime warning!" Novia immediately stood up from her seat and strode out the door: "Sherlock is no longer here!"

Tony caught up with Novia: "Don't you really want that painting of ouroboros? You mean that boy on a skateboard is in danger?"

It's not as simple as being in danger, Novia thought that Hannibal would not attack a boy in a hurry, but she was wrong, the skater boy was suffering!

Novia and Tony walked out of the building and returned to the gray street.

The sky at this time is more gloomy than before, it seems that it will rain at any time, the birds are flying low, and there are fewer young people on skateboards on the road, and they no longer wander wantonly.

Novia looked around, she and Tony were the only ones standing on the whole road, and couldn't find any clues.She gritted her teeth, ready to use her ability.

"You can't use your abilities!" Seeing Novia's darkened eyes, Tony guessed what she was going to do.

"Why can't I use my abilities?" Novia asked in surprise.

"you···"

"Will die?" Novia questioned Tony in a joking tone: "You don't think I will die after I use my abilities to a certain extent?"

"···"

Tony used his silence to prove to Novia that he really thought so.

"And so do all your friends."

"Who said that?"

"Your parents." They had said it themselves in the bar, and Mycroft's deduction would prove it wasn't a lie.

Tony reached out and pulled Novia over, and he couldn't help but pull her into his arms—hugging can give people strength, but at this time, Tony simply didn't want Novia to see his heartbroken expression.

Novia, who was hugged inexplicably, was still digesting Tony's information.

She did think her friends knew something, but not this!

Tony's embrace was very warm, Novia didn't hold back, hugged Tony with his backhand, and rubbed him.

"So don't try to get rid of me! I'll watch you!" Tony adjusted his mood before letting go of Novia.

Novia was very moved, but she still wanted to clarify: "Listen...that couple may really believe in their research results, but their research results are wrong." Novia sighed, speaking quickly Quickly said: "The ability to use is not the key to the problem, you can rest assured about this."

After Novia finished speaking, she saw Tony's surprised expression.

Tony blinked a few times, trying to hide his smile after hearing Novia's words, for a moment, it seemed that the sky was illuminated.

So Novia silently swallowed the following explanation.

—Imitators never die, they're just lost forever.

The legend of 'the imitator can't live to be 40 years old' also makes sense in a sense.

But the truth is crueler than "death". The abilities of the imitators come from their own bright galaxy. When their abilities grow to a certain stage, they will get lost in the universe where there is new life and death.

Just like the whale named Lisi, who drifts alone in the vast blue sea, but from now on until eternity, she will no longer be able to communicate with people—the whole universe, and even the other countless planes, are all There is no longer a race that can see imitators.

They can decide the life and death of others, and enter a higher latitude, which is an upgrade, like a god.

In contrast, death really ended mercifully.

At that time, Novia would still stand by Tony's side, and she would always watch her friends.

After solving this little misunderstanding, Novia started to perceive.

Her perspective extends to the boundaries of the block, listening to the heartbeat and blood flow of customers as they buy paintings, and the subway cars speeding through the tunnel under their feet.

But in fact Sherlock has been under Novia's nose all the time.

"—Over there!" Novia and Tuoyou pointed at the same time.

"I have Jarvis." Tony shook his phone. Jarvis, who had communicated with the machine, had made great progress in finding someone.

The two ran to the first corner on the left at the fastest speed—it was a dead end, with gothic characters sprayed on the walls, not dirty, just pure darkness.

Sherlock is already there, he finds Hannibal, but also puts himself in danger.

"Sherlock!" When Novia ran around the corner, her heart almost stopped beating.

She only felt that Sherlock and Hannibal were confronting each other, but when she arrived, Hannibal's scalpel in a waterproof raincoat barely scratched Sherlock's neck.

The two of them had already started fighting, and there was a young man whose stomach had been cut open against the wall. He lay there unconsciously, bleeding all over the floor, and bubbling blood. Fortunately, Watson did it. For emergency treatment, - he came with Sherlock, to be precise, he was tricked by Sherlock.

He was overjoyed to see his old friend come back from the dead, but this time Sherlock should not try to get away easily!damn it!He didn't tell him his plan to feign death, and just watched him depressed!

Watson was unwilling to talk to Sherlock all the way. He was told by Sherlock when he walked to this block that they were tracking a serial killer.

He didn't bring any self-defense weapons, and was frightened into a cold sweat by the thrilling moment just now.

"Hurry up and call the police, it's not safe here!" The military doctor had never seen Novia before, so he treated her like an ordinary passerby, worrying that something might happen to her.

"It's okay." Novia moved her fingers, and a thin vine grew from the brick wall under her feet, hooked Hannibal's wrist, and snatched his sharp knife.

Seeing the supernatural ability, Hannibal did not continue to resist.

He stood quietly, looking at the skater boy who didn't know if he could be rescued, with a regretful expression.

"Did you think you could deal with this reckless lamb?" Novia roughly guessed what Hannibal was thinking.

Hannibal was unmoved by the speculation.

"Baltimore is not very suitable for you, but there is a place in London that is very suitable for you." Novia was talking about Sherinford, the prison where countless demons are hidden.

When Hannibal heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Novia.He bent his mouth, and when Sherlock took him away, he said loudly to Novia: "Nils is your brother, right?... Say hello to him for me."

"What do you mean!" Novia's face darkened suddenly.

"Don't worry about this... Ms. Criminals want to make something happen. Sherlock and I have heard this greeting many times." Watson held the skateboard boy out of his abdominal cavity with his hands stained with blood. Seeing Hannibal being captured and the sound of the ambulance getting louder, Watson felt a little relieved. "He just went into shock, the wound is not serious, the child can still be rescued."

Watson looked at the wound, and what he thought was that when the stitches were removed, the child should have a cesarean-like scar on his abdomen.

"You and Sherlock?" Novia repeated Watson's words meaningfully. Before Watson explained, she changed the subject: "Can I ask you to sign for me?"

"Uh···"

"She's playing tricks on you!" Sherlock sent Hannibal to the Scotland Yard police car, and gave Novia a cold look, "I know this woman."

"Uh..." Watson remembered: "She did call you by your name just now! I thought it was a fan or something..." He glanced at Novia and silently categorized Novia Became a smart woman similar to Irene.

"Mycroft is still worried about the relationship between you, it seems that this is no longer a problem." Novia checked the time with her mobile phone, and while talking, pulled Tony back hastily: "We are in a hurry... ·”

Novia still hopes to catch up with the auction of the last painting. All three imitators have found Ancient One, trying to use that mysterious magic to answer their own questions. After the death of Master Ancient One, her This painting became the only reminder that survived.

Novia met Doctor Strange himself when he was in New York.

That man guards the plane, but compared with his master, he should still have a long way to go.

At least, it doesn't look so reliable.