Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Baker Street, 221B.

John.When Watson ran up the stairs with two bags of bread and various vegetables, he was not surprised to see Sherlock wearing a purple robe and pajamas, curled up on the sofa like a boneless one.

Since the "Sherlock Holmes Collection" series was released steadily, he began to learn all kinds of inexplicable knowledge from various inexplicable places.

For example, now, he knows that the robe pajamas that Sherlock likes to wear very much is low-key and luxurious gay purple, and this commonly used sleeping position is a strong proof that "Sherlock is a cat owner", and he, Sherlock.The poor cohabitant of Sherlock Holmes, the military doctor who has been speculated to have an unexplainable ambiguous relationship with Sherlock all the year round, is the shit-shoveling officer who was bullied by the cat owner.

He's damn willing... It's hopeless, John picked up the bag and struggled through the paper documents that Sherlock had thrown on the floor, while slandering, could it be that all the fanfiction he read before it is true?

"In the heart of the venerable Dr. Watson, there is indeed a considerable part of admiration and fascination for Mr. Holmes"?

In fact, he never denied this, although he didn't take the initiative to admit it.

At least in the first half of the fanfiction, the description is quite exquisite, the language is vivid and interesting, and the inner description of the characters is lifelike, as if the author has personally experienced everything he and Sherlock have experienced. Obviously, the other party has carefully studied the plot of the movie and his The content of the blog has added a lot of details that he deliberately blurred and looked pretty and realistic.

To be honest, John chased the text very hard.

It's a pity that the second half of that fanfic is really too much... Why do people always enjoy imagining him and Sherlock fucking around?

And that fanfiction was recommended to him by Mr. Ayre, and Mr. Ayre recommended him more than one book. The other party gave him a long list of books, and even thoughtfully noted G-level (public level), PG-13 (no viewing under 13), NC-17 (no viewing under 17), and R (restricted) ratings…

As the president of the Ayer Group, how free is Mr. Ayer every day?

But how should I put it, as an Englishman with an open sexual concept, John is not particularly against these novels.

It's distressing at best, and people's teasing about his relationship with Sherlock has hindered him to a certain extent from getting a girlfriend.

There is actually a woman deliberately hooking up with him and expressing that she doesn't mind having a threesome? !

Do not make jokes!Sherlock is asexual!

John opened the refrigerator door and slammed it shut again: "For God's sake! Sherlock, can't you put your severed hand somewhere else?"

"Unusual, unusual, very unusual." Sherlock ignored him, laying on the sofa and frantically pressing his phone while muttering, "London is unusual, Britain is unusual, the whole world is unusual, and the fat man is even more Unusual...John! What happened lately that I don't know about?"

"Uh, there's no news from Scotland Yard, and I haven't heard of serial killers in other countries..."

"It's not that kind of thing. It's something else, something that can shake the whole world, something that can make the political situation of the world abnormal." Sherlock rolled his eyes nervously, "The new US presidential election has begun to warm up , but the presidential election won't make a fat man so nervous, I must have overlooked something."

John paused for a moment.

Sherlock turned his head and stared at him: "Tell me what you thought of."

John opened his mouth.

"In fact, a major event that shocked the world really happened not long ago." He said slowly and with difficulty, "Superman...Superman is dead."

Sherlock's gray eyes froze for a moment.

Then he pounced on the laptop on the side like a cheetah, and the robe cut a sharp knife in mid-air...John thought it would be great if Sherlock's robe wasn't gay purple...if he hadn't seen those messy It's fine with fanfiction... It's a scene that should be serious, but he can't be serious at all.

He felt that things were a little funny, and couldn't help showing a smile, but he didn't know what he thought was funny—it was obvious that what was happening before his eyes was something he had been used to for several years.

What is the difference between recent times and the past?It seems that there is no difference, and it seems that the world has been turned upside down.

All the anomalies started when he said the words "Superman is dead".

It was so weird, saying that to him felt like he himself was the monster that killed Superman, he was restless, agitated and built up some kind of self-defense mechanism, as if the news alone would make him Injuried.

In the end, John had no choice but to put away this awkward smile as if nothing had happened, and lightly put down the bag in his hand.

In the middle of the night, John was awakened by a loud knock on the door.

"Sherlock!" John opened the door resentfully, "You better have a good reason..."

"Pack up your things, hurry up." Sherlock said hurriedly, "Let's go to America."

"What?" John was stunned with his messy hair, "America? What are you going to do?"

"At an old friend's funeral."

"...What? What old friend?" John was so taken aback that he lost all sleepiness.

But Sherlock didn't bother to explain this. He rushed into his room without looking back, and soon there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets from the next door. John rubbed his temples as usual, then turned around and began to pack his luggage.

They hurried down the stairs, and a black figure stood under the street lamp. Noticing their approach, he turned around, revealing a face belonging to the Great Demon King.

It's Mycroft.

He was still wearing a black three-piece suit, but there was a small white flower in his pocket, as if he was going to a funeral.

"I'm still wondering when it's going to take you to guess the truth," Mycroft said.

"I guessed it a long time ago, but I didn't have the full confidence to prove my guess until now." Sherlock said coldly, "Come on, John, the next traffic may be even busier than during the World War."

John, who was at a loss, vaguely had some kind of guess.

Come on, isn't he stupid?

It's just that the Holmes family is too clever to make him so clumsy.

Without saying a word, he followed Sherlock into the back seat of the black car.

Ever since she finished saying "They are not worthy of my boys", Diana has maintained the same posture, silently looking into the distance.

There is a fierce battle going on in her heart, but this kind of battle is never obvious. Only the small details of her face can prove that this silent war really exists: her masseter muscle is bulging, and the veins on her forehead are full of veins. The corners of his eyes twitched like tears would flow down his face in the next second, but he suppressed it with all his might.

As time passed, Louise felt a little frozen.

Wonder Woman may have lived in human society for many years, but she doesn't actually know humans very well. She knows that human body and spirit are extremely fragile, but she has no clear concept of it.

For example, now she completely forgot that Louise was only wearing a thin shirt and trousers, immersed in her own world blankly.

Louise sneezed shiveringly.

"Sorry." The sneeze woke Diana up.

She looked at Louise, Louise was not surprised to see surprise and bewilderment in Wonder Woman's eyes, maybe it was the surprise and bewilderment of her weakness?She thought that Diana was going to fly her off the Statue of Justice, but the heroine made a move that was beyond her expectations.

She raised her arms and wrapped Louise in her arms.

So weird.

Louise struggled subconsciously, and then shrank into Diana's arms involuntarily.At such a height and in the cold wind, the heroine's body is so warm, her slightly curly long hair hangs down on the tip of Louise's nose, Louise is sure that she smells something amazing - she can only smell it after a long time of searching. Use amazing to describe - the aroma.

It's like... It's like the smell of the sea, jungle, beach, and sunshine mixed together, like a lush and dense virgin forest, like the rusty smell of battlefields, laughter, and metal sharp weapons.

That's Diana.

Born an Amazon, left the Amazon and remained an Amazon.

Superman who grew up among humans will learn to see the world and think like humans, but Wonder Woman will not leave Paradise Island until she becomes an adult. She will not do like Superman. After so many years, far away from her homeland, Wonder Woman still Carrying the coldness and pride of a warrior, but gradually adding tenderness with the passage of time.

Superman is as powerful as a god, but he is willing to bow his head for human beings.

And she was a demigod, and proud of it.

"Tell Batman I'll bring Superman to the funeral," she said. "He knows how to reach me."

Because of being hugged tightly, Louise couldn't see Wonder Woman's expression clearly.

Just in a kind of urgent sadness, she hurriedly said: "Diana! Diana... Please don't blame Batman and them. I believe they must also be sad for Superman's death. Everyone is feeling sorry for this tragedy. Pain. They just...they just come out faster than you."

Diana laughed.

"They just came out faster than me? Oh Louise, you don't know who Superman's friends are."

There was a danger in her tone, and Louise bit her lip, her heart beating wildly.She waited with bated breath for what the heroine would say next, vaguely aware that she was peeking into the inner world of these heroes.

"Batman, Iron Man, huh, they're two idiots, they never know how to deal with their little emotions." Diana said, "They just seal the wound tightly and pretend nothing happened; The more they are in pain, the more they pretend that they are not in pain..."

"You think I'm the only one who believes that Superman isn't dead?" she whispered. "I'm telling you, Louise, no one believes he's really dead."

"Those two fools. Two naive little boys."

"Pretending to be a mature, sensible adult every day."

"They just force themselves to believe that Superman is dead."

"What do you think, Louise? Why do you think I'm able to take Superman away? Do you think they really tried their best to persuade me or stop me?" Diana said slowly, "They just didn't dare to go crazy on their own... So just let me go crazy."