[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

Made.

Because he was too shocked by Deadpool's operation, Joyce stood stunned for a long time, until almost the entire Baker Street was startled by the other party's earth-shattering loud voice, and he finally reacted. The former covered the mouth of this embarrassing thing.

"What's wrong with you?" I almost wanted to strangle him to death, but considering that no matter how hard I tried, it would be a waste of effort, Joyce could only regretfully reject this idea: "Are you going to let us die in one day?" Is it comfortable to be thrown out for the second time?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"Instinctively, this voice challenged his bottom line, and the ex-killer hurriedly let go, but before he had time to retreat, he was greeted with screams from the other party: "I was the only one who was thrown out just now, you are Is it that scumbag who is the only favorite?!!"

The ex-killer moved his arm dangerously.

"I'm not a scumbag."

"Why aren't you? You're even looking for this bastard named Sherlock Holmes!!"

"I came to him to do business!"

"Who knows exactly what you want to do, how long, and what posture?!"

"..."

As long as you reason with Deadpool, you will always be the one who endures the pain and loses. Joyce was so angry that he stood in front of the curly-haired detective with his roommate and glared at each other. He just wanted to fight with his arms, but only heard a "squeak" , the door in front of them was opened from the inside.

Mrs. Hudson, the landlord of No. 221 Baker Street, opened the door a crack and looked at the two uninvited guests vigilantly and curiously.

"I heard you say you are coming to see Mr. Holmes?"

His eyes wandered back and forth between the frozen Joyce and the resentful Deadpool, and finally fixed on the former precisely.The landlady paused, and sincerely said in a tone of regret or relief: "He and his boyfriend have gone out to handle the case, do you want to come up and wait?"

She also noticeably accentuated the word 'boyfriend'.

"What?!" After ten seconds of silence, Deadpool turned his head in shock, and looked at his roommate as if he had lost his mind suddenly: "You can't even... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

This time, he reached out and covered his mouth and nose together.The corner of Joyce's mouth twitched at a very conspicuous frequency, and he pushed Deadpool away from the door of 221B.

"Thank you." Although he is a former killer with a bad reputation, he has always been very polite to the old man.He bowed slightly, and said so.If you don't look at the Deadpool who is separated by one arm without any fuss, and is desperately waving his hands to scratch himself, this is indeed a very gentlemanly scene: "I will visit again later."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Wade out like a dead dog, and his fingers almost dug five holes in the opponent's face.He didn't let go until he turned the corner and left Mrs. Hudson's thoughtful gaze.

"You can't talk like a normal person?" Joyce threw the person out with a headache, and Joyce's face was very bad at this time: "Forget me to admit defeat, can you stop mentioning this matter?!"

Although he really wanted to say no, his strong desire to survive made Deadpool swallow his words before he opened his mouth, and reorganized his words before speaking again: "But you hurt your young heart, unless you make up for me."

"What do you want?" The ex-killer got even more tired.

"I know there's a good place for a date in London." Even through the mask, he could feel his expression visibly excited, and Deadpool took the opportunity to ask for a lot of money: "You have to go with me, call me sweetheart, and Buy me ice cream!"

"..."

Then you're very insane.

The metal arm was calibrated dangerously, and it could hit the opponent's triumphant face in the next second.Joyce squinted his eyes, and his posture was between punching someone hard and turning his head away. Seeing that he was about to say a word, he was blocked by the watching Deadpool halfway: "Then the last two can be deleted. , just to play, is this the head office?"

Seeing that the other party's expression tended to ease, Wade continued to be seductive: "Anyway, the person you are looking for is not here now. We finally came to London, let's go for a while first, maybe he will come back after the visit?"

This sounds like a personal statement.

It was rare to feel that what Deadpool said made sense. Joyce thought about it for a while, weighed the pros and cons, and finally agreed to him with a look of death on his face.

……

In fact, Deadpool's so-called suitable place for a date is indeed weird in line with his overall style of painting.

Standing in a compartment that is not too crowded but also has no empty space, grabbing the handrail and looking at each other.Joyce glanced at the usual blackness outside the window and the occasional flashing billboards. After a long silence, he finally found his calm voice.

"So, come to take the subway?" He said in an indescribable way: "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious."

With a face that should be spoken like this, Deadpool's voice is full of self-entertainment pleasure: "Look at Hani, isn't it really suitable?"

"..."

Feeling that no matter how he answered the words, Joyce glanced at the dark scenery with a blank expression. The eyes in the carriage were constantly attracted by Deadpool's attire, and the occasional mechanical sound of announcing the station. Sure, this guy really isn't worth looking forward to at all.

I have confirmed the eyes, it is a single person based on strength.

Already ready, the other party will take himself to Big Ben, the London Eye, Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace, no matter how bad the Thames is, the former killer was speechless for a while.

"Hey, come on, it's fun to take the subway."

Squeezing towards his roommate, pretending that he didn't see the expression on the other's unrequited love, Deadpool was really happy: "We might be able to go to platform nine and three quarters later, go directly to Huo Gwarz look!"

...you don't like me.

Even if you haven't read "Harry Potter", you know that you need to take the train instead of the subway to Hogwarts.Joyce looked at the other party expressionlessly, expressing his silent dislike clearly with his eyes.

"Anyway, it's a wholesome activity."

Refusing to accept his roommate's slander of his taste, Deadpool categorically concluded that even if Joyce didn't plan to accompany him, he would take these lines of the London Underground one by one.

"I didn't say it's bad to take the subway."

Xin said that I didn't realize that you had such a hobby when I was in New York. Joyce shook his head with a peaceful expression: "But why do you have to come to London to take the subway? Is there anything special here?"

"It's okay, there aren't many special ones." Deadpool replied honestly: "I just read a lot of news and think this is a good place. I just want to show you around."

"What news?"

"London Underground Fire, London Underground Explosion, London Underground Terrorist Attack, etc." Deadpool happily counted: "I also have friends in the underworld who say they all like to work here, doesn't it sound great? !"

Joyce: "..."

So what the hell are you getting wrong with the words dating and wholesome.

Once again, he didn't know how to answer these words, the ex-killer shut up tiredly, and after a long time of mental training for himself, he resisted the urge to give him a metal arm on the spot to refresh his mind.

"Did you just come here to seek death?"

In the bright lights of the carriage, he felt that he had seen through the essence of the other party. Joyce sighed vicissitudes of life: "After all, you are so unlucky. Your luck has always been bitten by a dog. What if something happens to you?"

I was stunned for a while, I probably didn't expect Joyce to care about him so much.Deadpool was about to look up to the sky and laugh out loud, but he heard the other party immediately add: "And you actually want to pull me. It doesn't matter if you get beaten yourself. If I can't hold back and kill someone, then what's the matter?" Excuse me?"

"..."

This style is because his roommate has nothing wrong with him.

Before putting away the joy on his face, it was distorted into some kind of weird hideousness.Deadpool touched his head and was about to say something when he staggered suddenly and almost threw himself on Joyce.

And he is obviously not the only one who is so oily on the soles of his feet.Amidst the screeching sound of brakes, the passengers in the entire car were like boats capsized in the wind and waves. One or two fell to this side, and some fell directly to the ground. Even Joyce was shaken by this sudden accident. He shook his body and almost broke the armrest before barely maintaining his balance.

...What the hell is going on?

After the carriage stopped shaking, he straightened up and looked out the window. Joyce found that the entire subway had temporarily stopped on the tracks.But before he could speak, the originally bright lights in the compartment suddenly went out, the warning light above the door made a piercing sound, and the twinkling red flashed in everyone's eyes, pulling the whole atmosphere into an even more chaotic situation. In a panic.

"what's the situation?"

Letting go of Joyce's thigh, Deadpool looked around, opening his mouth so wide that he could almost stuff an egg.

Then what else could happen.

After Joyce reacted, the first thing he did was to give the other party a sneer.

Let you have nothing to watch what news, what accidents to watch.

You are so unlucky, you are simply unlucky, and it is not a matter of minutes if something unexpected happens to satisfy your curiosity.

He really felt sorry for himself who was always involved by innocent people.

"Wade, you..."

Raise your head with the people who are staggering after the disaster.Joyce took a deep breath, and was about to say something, when a mother-in-law's long-pitched laughter suddenly sounded from the car audio system, which attracted all his attention.

"Welcome to the game scene between me and Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

The voice spoke so slowly, calmly:

"Let us pray together for Mr. Holmes."

"After all, if he can't solve my puzzle in an hour, all of you will be like this subway train, 'Bang—' blasted to the sky!"