[Comprehensive British and American] Acacia Ancestor Transformation System

There was a piercing sound of sawing wood from upstairs 221B, Yu Chunchang's hands numb, and he almost took off the fork.

"What's that sound?" Yu Chunchang frowned, looking at Watson who was sitting opposite him.

Mrs. Hudson, who came downstairs after delivering dinner, wrinkled her face and showed Watson a helpless expression: "He started—you know, he won't stop, and he won't eat. Well, after arriving before the purpose."

"Well—welcome to 221B—"

"This is Sherlock playing the violin," John pursed his lips, put his hands on the edge of the table, and smiled.I don't know if it was to prevent his roommate from appearing too naive, but he added, "When he is normal, he can still play the violin very well."

As soon as the words finished, an even more disturbing voice came from upstairs. Yu Chunchang raised his eyebrows, and Watson smiled awkwardly: "But most of the time, he is just playing with a piece of wood."

After 3 minutes, the noise showed no tendency to stop.Yu Chunchang stopped eating and wiped his mouth with the dining cloth. He didn't mind the soundtrack while eating, and he didn't mind the greasy lamb sausage and bacon-wrapped egg and ham sausage made by Mrs. Hudson... Respecting the fruits of other people's labor, yes etiquette.

But to be honest, Yu Chunchang, who has high requirements for his own quality of life, thinks that if it is at this level, forget it.Originally, he was just lazy to deal with these messy things by himself, and wanted to ask Mr. Good Doctor for help directly, but Mr. Good Doctor would add a Sherlock and a terrible meal, which was really out of his calculation.

Since he set foot on this land, everything has been full of surprises.It's really... surprising.Of course, at this time, Yu Chunchang didn't know that the real surprise was still warming up.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you have any flour here?" Yu Chunchang asked.

"There should be some left in the fridge. What are you going to do?"

"I'm here to eat and live, I'm really sorry," he showed a guilty expression, "It's normal for Mr. Sherlock to be dissatisfied. I'm worried that he won't eat dinner. So I want to make something for him." He's having it for dinner, hopefully he'll be a little bit happier."

"You have limited mobility, so you don't need this." Watson waved his hand. "Let's just leave him alone for a while, or...get a commission. He will forget about you soon."

"Mr. Sherlock is a policeman?" Yu Chunchang frowned, if it was a policeman——

"No, he is just a consulting detective. He created his own profession." Watson seemed to be proud of it, looking very happy. "Although he is very naive and troublesome. But he is also very good. You have seen it today, haven't you?" Is it? When the police have a problem they can’t solve, they usually come to him.”

"Maybe, you can check out my blog later." Watson smiled more happily, "It records the cases he solved, and now there are many people other than the police who will entrust us to investigate some strange things."

Self-made career?Yu Chunchang couldn't deny it: "Well, Mr. Sherlock really...observes the details."

"Yes, he is impressive."

Yu Chunchang glanced at Watson thoughtfully.Mr. Good Doctor doesn't seem to hesitate to praise Mr. Curly Hair...

"Cooking is not very troublesome. This is also my problem. I always have to make some efforts, right?" Yu Chunchang got up and walked slowly to the kitchen, "Hudson, ma'am, let me use you Is your kitchen okay?"

"Of course, be careful and call me if you need help."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson. Can I use a bit of lamb intestines, eggs, and bread?"

"what ever."

Yu Chunchang entered the kitchen for a long time, and a strange fragrance gradually permeated.Watson and Hudson stopped their knives and forks while they were eating the last bit of their meal.Watson looked at Mrs. Hudson, and Hudson looked back, looking at each other.

Just after they couldn't eat for a long time, Yu Chunchang held a glass bowl with one hand and filled a bowl of hot and fragrant...noodles and came out on crutches.

Watson hurried up to take the noodles. He looked down at the white noodles soaked in the soup in his hand.The noodle soup base was mellow and slightly milky white, and he could smell a faint buttery aroma.The very thin sliced ​​sheep intestines were fried to a burnt red color, with slightly curled edges, poured with lemon juice and neatly spread on the side of the bowl, thinly floating slightly with the soup surface.There is a poached egg lying in the middle, the yolk is slightly flowing, white and tender, you can imagine the taste just by looking at it.Diced slices of bread were fried, sprinkled with pepper, and bobbed here and there in the soup.

Watson swallowed sharply.

Mrs. Hudson leaned over to take a look, and said directly: "Girl, did you cast magic in the kitchen?"

Yu Chunchang lowered his head: "I used to be a chef in a Chinese restaurant for a while. I don't know your tastes, and I don't have the right seasoning, so I made some nondescript..."

"I don't know if Mr. Sherlock will dislike it..." Yu Chunchang looked at Mrs. Hudson anxiously, showing a look of asking for help.

"Oh, if he doesn't like it, we'll eat it for you." Watson sincerely hoped that some big annoying elite would try to dislike this bowl of noodles.

"I left some in the kitchen, maybe you guys want to try it?" Yu Chunchang smiled.

Without waiting for Mrs. Hudson to say anything, Watson immediately put the bowl into Mrs. Hudson's hand, and quickly got into the kitchen.

"Hey, boy, be polite!" Mrs. Hudson shouted, then shyly put the bowl back in Yu Chunchang's hand, and followed into the kitchen.

Yu Chunchang held the bowl and curled the corners of his mouth.

With some difficulty going upstairs to open the door, Yu Chunchang looked at the person who was sitting across from him and frantically playing the violin, wearing blue silk pajamas, the corners of his mouth curved.Walked over, put down the bowl beside him, and sat opposite him.

"You're sitting in John's place." Sherlock said blankly.

"All right--"

He got up and sat down on the chair.

Sherlock glanced at him, and slowly parted his lips.

"Deliberately misrepresenting cause and effect, I'm upset that you're staying here and taking my room. You never mentioned leaving or sleeping on the couch, but going in the other direction—" Sherlock Knocked the glass bowl with the strings, "make up."

"Chinese noodles are very complicated. You serve them now, which means that you have a short time for dinner. But you live a delicate life and will not let yourself be hungry. There is only one reason. Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship makes it difficult for you to eat Swallow." Sherlock's tone was flat, "So you only do it to satisfy your stomach and don't want to tell Mrs. Hudson that her cooking is too bad."

Yu Chunchang tilted his head and did not refute.

Sherlock tapped the edge of the glass bowl: "This bowl of noodles looks like a lot, but the total amount of noodles is very small. It's not enough for me, and it will only make me more and more greedy. So you are just venting your dissatisfaction, not flattery. "

"You didn't show at all..." Sherlock leaned on the back of the sofa, snorted, and raised his chin, "So gentle and kind."

Yu Chunchang laughed: "As the doctor said, you are indeed amazing."

Sherlock glanced at Yu Chunchang: "I don't need your praise."

"Don't worry, I won't take the job of Mr. Doctor."

Sherlock frowned, not understanding the teasing, and was about to speak when Yu Chunchang interrupted him.

"but--"

Yu Chunchang got up and picked up the bowl: "You made a mistake." He reached for the fork, danced and seemed a little dissatisfied, then showed a barely enough expression, rolled up his slender body, and slowly put it on his fork. mouth.

Sherlock...

"The portions are not enough, not to make you hungry." Yu Chunchang took a bite of the crispy croutons, squinted his eyes, and continued, "It's because it was prepared according to my appetite."

"I never cook for people who don't care." Yu Chunchang took a sip of the soup, the soup surface shook, and the thin layer of oil that had formed shook away, revealing a rich fragrance, "Mr. Good Doctor took me in, Mrs. Hudson took care of me , I am very happy."

"Do something for them, I don't mind." Yu Chunchang ate the noodles slowly.

"But what about you—" Yu Chunchang sizzled away the soft and soft noodles, and smiled, "I'm not qualified to cook for myself yet."

Sherlock straightened his back and watched Yu Chunchang slowly finish the whole bowl of noodles in front of him, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left.He threw away the violin violently, got up, kicked Yu Chunchang's crutch away as if to vent his anger, closed his pajamas, threw himself on the sofa, bent his legs, hugged him into a ball, and turned his back to Yu Chunchang, exuding a feeling of unhappiness all over his body breath.

The corners of Yu Chunchang's mouth are getting bigger and bigger behind his back, Sherlock.Sherlock Holmes, a smart but simple man.Bullying him really comforted my heart that was extremely aggrieved and had nowhere to vent.

Sherlock was right, he was just venting his dissatisfaction.

I am dissatisfied that I met the system, dissatisfied that I have to bear all kinds of unbearable punishments, even more dissatisfied that I finally met someone I seem to like but because of a ridiculous punishment, and even more dissatisfied that I have to give up because of it.

The corners of his mouth were evened out, and he bent over to pick up the violin that was ruthlessly thrown down, held the strings, and sat down on Sherlock's sofa.Just like Sherlock just now, he put the violin on the ground between his legs, rubbing the strings on it meaninglessly.

A strange and piercing sound sounded.

Sherlock suddenly pouted on the sofa, turned over like a fish, stared at Yu Chunchang with emotionless eyes: "You still say you are not venting your anger?"

Yu Chunchang ignored him and continued to make meaningless syllables.

"Are you trying to torture me to death?" Sherlock's black energy had already dissipated.

Yu Chunchang picked up a few tones that were similar to those of Gongshang Jiaozheng Yu, and pressed his fingers on the handle(?) of the violin.

A long tone was played, followed by a somewhat jerky tune, but the weird and unbearable feeling just now was gone, like a beginner slowly groping for the tune.

Sherlock frowned, comparing using language and expression to understand the world.He is better at integrating results to understand facts from huge data, summarized behavioral formulas and evidence, but there is another way to accept more intuitive emotions, which is music.

That's why, he never erased the knowledge about music from his mind.

Yu Chunchang gradually became proficient, he combined notes at random, and played whatever sounded good to him.Even if he plays a violin in a ridiculous cello position.

The tune is melodious, relaxing and long, like a beautiful lullaby.

Sherlock frowned, turned around, and pouted back.

Is he schizophrenic?

If you are not schizophrenic, why can you be so pure while being hypocritical?

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S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick's office.

Natasha knocked on the door and walked in, looking at the person with her back facing her: "I haven't fully completed Stark's assessment. As far as the current situation is concerned, I don't think he is qualified for the task of the Avengers team."

Nick turned around, the black blindfold covering his face, showing a hint of danger.

He looked at Natasha: "Stark's work continues to follow up, I have confidence in him."

Natasha recalled a "colleague" who had suddenly resigned, and pinched her nose: "Sooner or later, Stark will toss himself apart."

Nick sat on the seat and folded his hands: "One more thing."

"Chunchang. Yu, maybe you are more familiar with Spurling." Nick said flatly, "I don't care how much you trust her, she first approached the captain by coincidence, and then came into Stark's sight without a sound. Then Leaving the US so suddenly at such a sensitive time, it also happens to be living in the UK in a place where we can't get too involved."

"She's unstable." Nick pointed at the table.

Natasha raised her eyebrows: "Got it. So, what do you want me to do?"

"The captain contacted the ... construction team who installed the network for him before." Nick said indifferently, Natasha looked strange, um, the construction team...

"He wants to help that woman install the network facilities as well."

"Take this opportunity, I want you to check if there is anything unusual, and by the way—" Nick tapped on the table, "By the way, make sure everything is fully installed."

"The captain won't like it." Natasha sighed.

"So he won't know."

Natasha blinked her eyes: "One day the captain will settle accounts with me, and I will push you out."

"It's up to you, I'm just doing my job."