【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Looking at the cats attracted by Fuyao, Wei Shengling began to point them out one by one.

"This one is cute, like John."

"What did you say? Like who?"

"This one looks like Sherlock!"

"I think you should go to the hospital to check your eyes. There's nothing similar between me and it." Sherlock glanced at the black cat at his feet with disdain, and his eyes met the pair of golden cat's. The man and the cat looked at each other and turned away with disdain.

"This one looks like Tony! This one looks like Claire, and this one looks like Annie..."

"Like my cat?" Tony came over. "Then I must see what cat looks like..."

His eyes fell on the tabby cat that Wei Shengling was pointing at. It looked very curious, standing on its hind legs and trying to grab Fu Yao with its two front paws.

Tony was silent.

"Like... me?" he repeated in disbelief.

"Meow?" The tabby cat noticed the foreigner. It moved closer and rubbed Tony's pants.

You bold human, why don’t you touch me when you see me?

Claire and Lianne looked at these cats and seemed to be able to find similarities between them and other people, such as Stark's cat, which looked fierce but had gentle eyes.

"These cats make this place particularly lively," Laura said. "I thought it would be a very majestic place."

"That's true," Mary said, "but it's also a very soft spot."

They squatted down and carefully touched the cats, but these cats were already accustomed to the two-legged beasts coming and going and touching them.

"It's really cute. What are they doing here?" Tony leaned over and held the cat in his arms, scratching its chin. The tabby cat squinted its eyes comfortably and made a purring sound.

"They may be catching mice," Wei Shengling replied. "These are the cats in the Forbidden City, working with their abilities in exchange for cat food."

"I've heard of this term," Dr. Banner said seriously. "To become a public official through examinations, what will these cats take?"

"Maybe it's a test of your ability to catch mice." Natasha smiled.

They walked and stopped along the way, and had to return after visiting only one route because the museum was about to close.

"There seems to be a snack street nearby...what should we eat there tonight?"

"Unhealthy." Former Doctor Strange hesitated.

"Experience tells us that unhealthy things are usually delicious." Tony turned on the navigation and said, "Go this way!"

It was dinner time and there were a lot of people here. The aroma of food filled the area. She was a little hungry after walking for an entire afternoon, and when she smelled the familiar aroma, she swallowed.

There are grilled cold noodles over there, fried chicken fillets over here, grilled gluten skewers, and junk food sausages.

Fried yogurt smoothie, ice jelly, sushi, fruit and crayfish.

Everyone was dazzled.

"This is the first time I've felt the rich variety of Chinese food so intuitively..." Laura covered her mouth. "Oh my God, Clint, I can imagine how fat we will be when we return home."

The snack street has been planned and inspected in an orderly manner. Each stall is in a fixed location, patrolled by police and robots all the time, and the surveillance cameras above the building rotate 360° without blind spots.

As the sky gradually darkened, everyone returned to the hotel with almost full stomachs. Sherlock ate the least, and it was already great that he could eat anything. If they expected him to be full...it would probably be faster for him to lie down and take a nap.

"It's really safe and dangerous at night." Thor sighed. "Their wine is also very good!"

Strange thought.

Got it, and then came to China to eat.

Cheap, delicious, and plenty of variety.

During the nearly half month in Beijing, they visited most of the famous attractions as well as some less popular ones. What they enjoyed most was eating all kinds of delicious food, especially the Beijing roast duck that they had been craving for a long time.

"How come you only stayed in Beijing for half a month..." Peter looked at the schedule. "I thought three months was enough to travel around China!"

"Obviously, you overestimate yourselves. If you just stop at one place for a while and then move on to the next place immediately, you may be able to finish the trip in three months."

Sherlock glanced at his phone and was about to say something else when he smelled a familiar smell.

"The smell of blood."

He murmured, his eyes growing brighter, "Something happened."

"Why are you so happy when something happens... Wait, Sherlock, this is not England!" Watson tried to stop Sherlock and said, "Call the police first!"

When the police arrived, they saw the very professional Sherlock. They looked at each other, wondering how come the forensic doctor arrived faster than them?

No, this doesn’t seem to be what they call a forensic doctor!

Sherlock has checked the surroundings and the corpse without destroying the scene. Who would have known that he actually carried a series of equipment including shoe covers, gloves, masks, etc. in his windbreaker!

If the pocket was not big enough, Wei Shengling suspected that he could put the protective clothing he was wearing directly into his pocket.

"Ling," he asked sincerely, "Can you open a portal so I can go back to 221B and get that protective suit?"

Wei Sheng Ling: ...

So, he finally took a set of protective clothing and changed into it.

Everyone got a taxi and followed the police car to the police station because there were too many of them and the police car could not accommodate them.

It was a routine record-taking, and everything was normal when questioning other people. Strange, who used to be a doctor, and Watson, who was a military doctor and had worked with Sherlock on cases for many years, both provided a lot of clues and their opinions.

The policemen who had communicated with each other were very surprised. This group of people were not simple.

"Those are from the Avengers," someone recognized them. "The two over there are a British detective duo. Previously, someone named Moriarty said that Sherlock Holmes staged and directed everything himself. That incident caused quite a stir, and I recognized that detective."

"I met that doctor later when I learned about Sherlock Holmes's deeds."

"They are here..."

"They should be traveling. There are two Chinese people here. One has been abroad for a long time, and the other is an international student who just got a holiday." A female police officer came out. "Is Lin Zhihang, who is responsible for taking Holmes' statement, not out yet?"

"Uh... Sister Wang, how about you take a look at this?"

A policeman awkwardly brought the female police officer to the outside of the interrogation room. When they reached the door, they could hear people inside speaking fluent Chinese.

"...The time of death was one to two hours ago. That was the first scene. It was probably chosen because it was close to the snack street, which could mask the smell and sound. There were also many people coming and going. The murderer was about 1.73 meters tall and weighed 176 pounds... which is about 80 kilograms. He was left-handed and committed the crime in a passionate way. His personality..."

Policewoman: ……?

You are the police and we are the police?