[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

In the first two years in the United States, life was a three-point line between home, school and the S.H.I.E.L.D. laboratory, plain and busy.Josie successfully passed the postgraduate examination in the third year of the university. Her tutor, Mr. Smith, is a fat old man who is humorous and humorous, but his attitude towards his profession is very strict. Talented students, so they often come to Josie whenever there is a project with high gold content. For example, for this design project, Mr. Smith also called Josie as usual.

"Stark Tower design project?!"

Mr. Smith looked at Josie who exclaimed suspiciously, "Yes, that's Stark, we set up a design team, now there are ten people, all are great designers, I want to bring you in too Come in, meet Tony with me tomorrow afternoon, I heard that he has a lot of requirements for design, I have to write down all his requirements, and you can come and listen too." Then he paused and couldn't help asking Come out: "Why are you so surprised? Could it be that Tony asked for your phone number?!"

"Oh! No! I just met him before...well, I know him." Josie quickly waved her hand, she had never hooked up with Sonny, just chatted once or twice, and she was still in the It happened five years ago.

Mr. Smith nodded, "That's good, that's good, but I suggest you to dress up when you go tomorrow... Well, be more ordinary, I don't want Tony to harass my students."

"You know Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, we are old friends, and he specially came to me for this design."

Josie recalled the appearance of the Stark Tower she saw in the movie in her previous life, but she couldn't remember much. She only remembered the aisle on the top of the building where Tony could put on and take off the steel armor, but how should this aisle be designed? She really didn't know, after all, she studied architectural design, not mechanical engineering.

"Come to my office at 02:30 noon tomorrow. I have an appointment with Tony at his house at 03:30. Don't be late."

Josie nodded, "Okay, then I'll go first, see you tomorrow, Mr. Smith."

After finishing speaking, Josie left the classroom and was about to walk to the station to take a car home. However, as soon as she left the teaching building, she saw Agent Coulson standing next to a black car. Josie looked around. At this time, there were not many people on the school road. Because of this, no one noticed this side. After confirming that Agent Coulson was looking at her and not looking for anyone else, Josie walked forward slowly.

"Tell me, who are you going to interrogate this time?"

"It's not a big shot, it won't take too long," Agent Coulson opened the car door for Josie very gentlemanly, "Please."

Over the past two years, with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D., Josie has gradually become more proficient in using her abilities. Although it is still unclear what happened to the small meteorite that the ability came from, at least it seems Well, Josie's ability didn't bring her any negative effects, on the contrary, it was especially useful for S.H.I.E.L.D. It worked, and she could even hear a lot of unspoken information directly. Director Fury was very satisfied with this, and specially hired her as a non-staff member of S.H.I.E.L.D.

As Agent Coulson said, the person to be interrogated this time was indeed not a big shot, and Josie came out within 10 minutes after entering.

"It's really not me who said that you don't need me to listen to people like this who have no willpower. You can also interrogate them."

Agent Coulson handed Josie a glass of water, "I need you today for other things."

Josie took a sip of the water, "What's the matter?"

"Do you want to dig deeper into your abilities?"

"What do you mean?" Josie frowned.

"After reviewing all your training materials over the past two years, we believe that your abilities still have more room for development. Come with me," Agent Coulson signaled Josie to follow him to the underground laboratory. , "You can hear the hearts of many people at the same time, but you have never tried to control the brains of many people at the same time."

"Of course, because I can't tell everyone what to do at the same time. I also have only one brain, okay?"

"What if you tell multiple people the same command at the same time?"

Josie stopped at the door of the laboratory, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Agent Coulson also stopped, looking at Josie and saying.

"The idea is crazy."

"As long as you can do it, you are not crazy." Agent Coulson opened the door of the laboratory with fingerprint and pupil verification. "Of course we estimated that the number of people you can control at the same time and the duration are limited."

Josie took the materials handed over by Agent Coulson from the staff in the laboratory, and carefully read them page by page. All training and inspection.

"If you are willing to try, we will invite Professor Xavier for you to consult. He is a master figure with telepathy and mind control ability, and can give you some pointers."

"Professor Xavier?"

Professor X?

Josie looked at Agent Coulson in surprise, who nodded.

"Yes, and Agent Romanov has also arranged for you to teach you self-defense and gun use."

"Wait, you don't want me to go out on the field, do you? I remember I was just a non-staff."

Agent Coulson nodded, "It's just that there are some special field missions that require your ability, and it's not that you are transferred to the field personnel."

Josie was silent. To be honest, she didn't really want to go out on the field. Her force value was basically zero. In the vivid picture, she is unwilling to waste such a useful ability not to do something, and she will choose to come to the United States and choose to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D. in order to optimize her ability. She struggled for a while , and replied: "You let me think about it, and I will answer you when I think about it."

It was cold outside at night in early December, and there were many Christmas decorations that had been put up early on the street. Josie got off the car in front of the convenience store closest to her home. There was no food in the refrigerator, so she went to On the way home, I stopped by the convenience store to buy some ingredients, planning to go home and cook something warm to eat, so when she walked all the way home again, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Josie put the ingredients in the refrigerator, leaving some for use, and was about to walk into the kitchen, when the mobile phone placed on the dining table rang a short message notification tone.

"Who will text me at this time..." Josie put the ingredients on the cutting board, grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands, and walked to the dining table to pick up her phone.

It's a text from Sherlock.

"Lestrade has an interesting case today." -sh

Since she came to the United States more than two years ago, Sherlock will often text or call her, most of the time talking about the case, he rarely asks about her, but Josie believes Even if Sherlock doesn't ask, he still has a way to know what he is doing. The weirdest thing is that every time she wants to develop with a man she thinks is pretty good, Sherlock will give her a call, no matter the time Sooner or later, at first she thought it was just a coincidence, but after two or three times, she felt something was wrong, because the timing of each call was so perfect.

Josie even wondered in her mind whether it was because Sherlock liked her, but she quickly denied this idea, and she once jokingly asked Sherlock on the phone if she had a crush on her, otherwise why? Always monitoring her every move like this, Sherlock just choked and denied her statement, so Josie believed from the beginning to the end that it was just Sherlock's desire to control. I put more focus on my studies, and didn't pay attention to the male friends around me anymore, and that's how it passed.

Josie stared at the phone screen in a daze. She could actually understand why Sherlock always chatted with her. Sherlock had only had her as a friend since she was a child, and her brother Mycroft didn't have time to listen to him talk about his thoughts, so Sherlock Locke always likes to talk to her, no matter how used to loneliness, he always needs someone who can listen to him, so Josie let Sherlock come to her, but once Sherlock got this habit, he It's hard to get rid of it.

Apart from his bad personality, Sherlock is a very attractive person. Josie can't deny this. Josie was secretly happy to be treated as the only special treatment by an attractive person. Locke had a good impression, but she restrained it abruptly, because she knew that falling in love with Sherlock was a very cruel thing, at least it was cruel to her, because this love would not have any results Yes, Sherlock is always alone, love is unnecessary for him, he has no interest in it, Josie understands this reason, and she doesn't want to get hurt herself, it is the wisest decision to stop early, but She could keep her heart in check, but she couldn't stop Sherlock's daily text messages and phone calls.

Sometimes Josie really wants to confess to Sherlock, she wants him to stop and give her a life that is completely her own, she really wants to make a normal boyfriend and talk about love, and forget The last little sprout in her heart, but she couldn't say it out, before Watson appeared, Sherlock needed someone who could listen and help him.

Sometimes she felt that she was really being mean, she could not care about anything, but she couldn't help but respond to Sherlock.

Josie sighed, pressed her fingers on the keyboard, and replied Sherlock's text message.

"It's late in London, you should go to bed first, we'll talk about something tomorrow morning." ——JJ didn't know if Sherlock really went to bed, he didn't reply after sending this text message, Josie put down the phone , and she was no longer in the mood for dinner, so she went to take a shower and went back to her room.

Josie lay on her back on the bed, staring straight at the snow-white ceiling, muttering to herself, "I knew I wouldn't be so close to Sherlock... Now it's fine... I can't let myself like him... I'm being watched again There is no way to fall in love normally..."

She glanced sideways at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Forget it, I don't think so much anymore, I'd better go to sleep, there are so many things to do tomorrow."

Yes, there were many things to do, and when she was busy, she would no longer be distracted thinking about Sherlock and his text messages.