Addicted to Pokemon GO [Zhongyingmei]

After playing "go", John felt that he could completely understand the sneaky girl downstairs in his house.

How could he have thought she was a stalker before, it was so naive.

This game is so addictive, he feels like he has been poisoned, catching a species he has never seen before, or any elf with a high CP value can make him cheer with excitement .

After a while, the tiny 221b Baker Street couldn't satisfy him...

He is going to the street.

Now that this decision has been made, John immediately got up, put on his coat, picked up his phone and left: "Sherlock, I'm going out."

"What are you going to do, catch elves?" Sherlock suppressed a smile and coughed in a disguised way.

"Uh..." John was a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he couldn't fool Sherlock's piercing eyes, so he had to admit, "Okay, okay, I'm really going out to catch elves..."

After finishing speaking, he asked symbolically, "Are you going?"

Sherlock: "I'll go too, let's go."

John was dumbfounded: "..."

He didn't expect that Sherlock would really accept his invitation to [Let's catch elves together], and he never imagined the scene of Sherlock squatting on a certain street corner, guarding the refreshment of a rare elf.Ma Ma, this picture is too beautiful, he dare not look at it...

But Sherlock didn't notice his entanglement at all, and was even very happy: "What are you still doing here? Let's go."

"……Oh."

John replied dumbly, his neck twisted, and his eyes followed Sherlock's back to look downstairs.

Wait, there seems to be something wrong with this progress...

What about Sherlock Holmes, a great detective with high IQ, anti-social personality, non-human beings, Scotland Yard giving face, and Buckingham Palace who doesn't wear pants...

How could a good person become a Pokémon poisoning patient? ? ?

Now he believes that the reports he saw on the Internet before are all true...

such as--

[The big black brother, the little white brother, and the American police catch elves on the street at three o'clock in the morning, meet to dominate the street, racial equality, world peace]; "The hostess in " broke into the camera]; [A lady who does not want to be named: On July 2016, 7, "go" was launched in the United States-the day I lost my male ticket forever];... Such.

Ignoring Mrs. Hudson's worried question, the two went out to catch the elf with their mobile phones in their pockets.

When they stopped and squatted at the door of the restaurant to catch the frog seeds, Edney, who was looking for Pikachu all over the street, happened to wander here.

This game always seems to make people's enthusiasm for strangers fully burst out, and the deeply poisoned patient Edney White is certainly no exception.As soon as she saw the two people walking back and forth across the street, and then stopped to adjust the angle of the phone, she knew that they were also [the same kind].

So she waved happily across the road to the opposite side, and shouted as if they couldn't hear: "Hey! Are you playing "go" too!"

John, who was new to this game, still felt a little ashamed. Just as he was about to pretend not to know, he heard the upright old driver Sherlock raise his voice and respond: "Yes."

John: "..."

When Edney heard this, she immediately became excited.

Even though more and more people are playing this game, the people around her seem to be at odds with her sexuality, that is, no one wants to eat her Amway.She also wants to occupy a gym or something, but unfortunately no one can join her.

But she can also take this opportunity to meet more like-minded people.

Thinking of this, she struggled for a while, and finally gave up on Picosi, who was about to be caught, and ran towards the two people across the road.

She extended her hand generously to the two of them: "Hey, hello, I'm Edney White, and I came here to catch elves on Baker Street."

John was still in a daze, and was surprised to see Sherlock reach out and shake it directly, and even made an introduction for him.

Even if it can't embarrass the lady, it's not Sherlock Holmes' style to talk to people so casually or even shake hands...

John was dumbfounded, as if opening the door to a new world.

He can only say that he admires the mysterious power of "go" even more. _(:3ゝ∠)_

"By the way, you said you came to Baker Street to catch elves?" John found himself using a very familiar tone as soon as he opened his mouth.This game seemed to be really poisonous, and it actually gave him the illusion that he had known someone he had known for a long time, "Is there any special elf breed in Baker Street?"

As soon as this question came out, Edney suddenly stopped talking, and even scratched her own hair in embarrassment.

John didn't know if the refreshed elf was caught by one person, but the other person couldn't catch it.

Thinking that he said something wrong to make the girl mistakenly think that he wanted to steal her elf, he explained in a panic: "I don't mean anything else, I just downloaded this game, and I don't know much about it-oh, yes, We both live down the street."

After speaking, John pointed to Sherlock beside him.

Edney looked at Sherlock who was wearing a black coat next to him, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's a bit embarrassing to say... I heard that Pikachu might be refreshed on Baker Street, so I deliberately ran over to guard."

"Eh? Didn't you get Pikachu from the beginning?" John's eyes widened in surprise, and his gaze circled back and forth between Edney and Sherlock uncertainly.

Edney wanted to cry without tears: "Oh... I just didn't know at first, so I missed the initial Pikachu egg and caught the little fire dragon among the Yusanjia..."

How come even newcomers who just played games know how to take Pikachu these days qaq I’m so angry, but I still have to keep catching it qwq

"I can always catch it. It seems that it is not so difficult to catch Pikachu in the later stage?" I didn't find that the other party was even more disappointed after hearing this sentence. John was immersed in his own Pokemon world and became 1 whys. "Based on what you just said, is it predictable where the elf will appear?"

"Actually, I don't know too well." Edney blinked her eyes and thought for a while. "The spawning locations of ordinary elves are generally fixed. Different regions have different types of elves, and some rare elves It's only found in hard-to-reach places like volcanoes and glaciers, but it's not certain."

John was a little disappointed: "Is that so..."

Adni held the spirit of old players taking care of newcomers, took out her mobile phone and opened the Pokemon player exchange group, called up the QR code and handed it to John: "You can join this exchange group, which will share the Pokemon refreshments from all over the world. Location. By the way, there is also a very powerful player in the group who has published many strategies and predictions."

John's eyes lit up, and he immediately took it to scan the code.

While registering an account, he asked, "Strategy and forecast? Which type?"

Edney recalled: "It seems to be... based on 360 kinds of plants to judge the haunts of insect-type elves?"

John: "..."

Why does this sound so familiar? _(:3ゝ∠)_

He seemed to remember Sherlock once listing 240 different types of soot on his blog or something.

Uh...maybe 243 kinds?

With both hands free, Edney remembered Sherlock Holmes who had been ignored for a long time, and asked him with some embarrassment: "Do you want to join this player exchange group too, Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock refrained from rebutting [there are 366 kinds of plants], and finally revealed John's familiar cold side: "I don't add this group."

After he said this, Ade Ni didn't continue to answer.

From her point of view, this gentleman was really contradictory.From the enthusiasm at the beginning to the sudden indifference now, it's like a different person.

Sherlock's normal reaction made John feel even more strange.He glanced at Sherlock suspiciously, but he didn't expose him.

Obviously the [specially powerful player] that the little girl mentioned just now is Sherlock.But why did he generously admit to a strange girl that he was indeed playing "go", but at this time conceal the fact that he was in the player exchange group?

With John's brainpower, he really couldn't figure out what his big detective roommate was thinking, so he had to give up.

He followed the steps of the player exchange group app to register an account, and found that the nickname needed to choose a Pokémon from among the many Pokémon illustrated books: "Is it enough to just pick the one you like?"

Edney leaned over to take a look, and explained: "Yeah, you can choose any icons that are lit, and the ones that are dark are the IDs that already exist in the group. My nickname is Fat Keding—oh yes, that's it ,look."

"Then I'll choose this one." John picked out a blue elf that looked cute. "Uh, let me see what it's called... Oh, Woobo. Just this one."

Edney's words confirmed Sherlock's guess about her identity—it was indeed the girl in the group who had been obsessed with Pikachu but couldn't catch it anyway.

But apart from John, Sherlock couldn't reveal that he was also in the group.

He hasn't figured out the origin of this girl yet, and he can't be sure if she is from [over there]. What kind of people is to investigate.

John didn't know Sherlock's hidden intentions behind the scenes, and at the moment he was completely obsessed with the world of Pokémon: "Oh my God, this app is amazing, there are all kinds of Pokemon information, ah, and gyms all over the world." and resupply lookups! - this is awesome, who made this app?"

"This... I just heard of it." Edney said hesitantly.

As soon as she said this, Sherlock became vigilant.

There was an imperceptible sharpness in his eyes, and he looked at the girl without Edney or John noticing.

"The creator of this app has never appeared in the communication group, and no one even knows whether he is a person or a team. But according to the registration situation of the nickname list, the creator's id is..." However, she has not yet said When it was over, it was interrupted.

A black Mercedes-Benz stopped steadily in front of the three of them, and a woman who was immersed in a BlackBerry got off the station and stood aside.

The car window rolled down slowly, and the man in the car didn't care about John's surprise and Sherlock's anger at all, and took the girl's words very naturally: "Night skull—if I remember correctly."