It wasn't until I walked out of the floor where the parlor was that I couldn't hear a single bit of the low muffled hum leaking through the crack in the door. With a dark face, West pushed open the door to the terrace at the end of the hallway, feeling a little better in the twilight spring breeze blowing in his face.

He knew that Bond was going to win Lady Aurora's trust for the next mission, and he also knew that for the two of them, who had both been honest about their identities and working together, the ** relationship was the simplest and most effective part of it. can understand,It doesn't mean that you can appreciate 007's flirting skills without being prepared at all...... Although he is not particularly conservative in this regard like Catholics, he has also done things with girls in bars. But for God's sake, he is also an old antique of the last century, is it wrong to be more ashamed than today's young people?!

"If you have to comfort yourself like that, then you are."

His gaze swept over the floor plan of Constance Manor, which Q displayed on the big screen, and the location of all the active infrared thermography in it. Sherlock's brain was racing, constantly analyzing where the forces that made Lady Aurora so jealous were hiding, and while he was still busy, he was speechless with one sentence:

"However, I thought it was because you put yourself in it with whom, so it was a little ...... Shy? ”

“……”

The brown-haired boy who was poked in the center stiffened.

- How does this curly know that I think of Merlin?!!

"Oh, that's called 'Merlin.'"

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement on the side, Q didn't raise his head, and his slender fingers kept tapping on the keyboard:

"Haven't you dated that girl yet? To give you the experience of someone who has come over, hurry up when it's time to start, after all, even if you don't make an appointment, she will be asked to be taken away by others. ”

"Not necessarily."

――Think about Merlin's magic, although it seems harmless to humans and animals, but it is really black when it is cut, ordinary people really don't dare to attack him casually...... Why don't I wait, why should I follow Q's words, I obviously don't have that kind of mind for Merlin!!!

Suddenly realizing that he had just blurted out something, West now just wanted to raise his hand and give himself a slap.

"So, if you need help, Sherlock is here to help."

Apparently not on discussing West's love life, Q only said one more sentence at the end, and continued to spin his computer upside down. However, his second brother, who was named, raised his head, tilted his head and glanced at the quartermaster, and his expression was not very happy:

"I don't take emotional counseling business, little brother. 221B is not a marriage agency. ”

“…… I'm not going to bother you with this little thing, detective. ”

Headache pressed on the upper forehead corner. Although he no longer has to be ridiculed in this doomed and fruitless topic, West really can't be happy:

"So, have you two done it? Do you need me to lock on to the target? ”

Even if the brainwaves of the entire manor are synchronized, it will only take a moment to find the transformer hidden in it and himself. But due to the deep-rooted caution in his bones, regardless of trust or not, he is still more accustomed to leaving one or two hole cards for himself.

"Wait a minute."

With a swipe of the hand, on the screen in front of him, a virtual diorama of Constance Manor was assembled. Q, who has completed this part of his work, pushed his glasses and looked at the second brother next to him whose IQ far exceeded that of humans:

“Sherl？”

"I'm watching."

The gaze does not look back and forth at the model of the manor's main house. Sherlock clicked out of thin air on a few key points, eliminating the obvious fallacies, and narrowing it down: "Twelve possibilities. ”

"Seven." After observing for a while, Q reached out to cover the backlight of the manor with a few red dots.

"Now, three."

Look at him while zooming in on the model at equal scale. Sherlock made a gesture in the southwest corner of the main house in the shape of a "back". Mrs. Aurora's usual place of activity is nothing more than the living room and her own room. The best viewing position for the viewer is within an overlapping area with a limited radius centered on the two places. Then according to infrared thermal imaging technology, track the activities of everyone in this area, and exclude ordinary characters such as servant butlers, and the rest is nothing more than the target person they are looking for.

"Here."

Pointing to an inconspicuous attic in the northeast corner of the main house, but in the blink of an eye, the black-haired detective has already found the answer in dozens of possibilities. Although he had already heard of the name of Sherlock Holmes, at the moment when he saw it with his own eyes, everyone in the Q branch - except for their commander, who also had the surname of Sherlock Holmes, of course - was a little stunned.

"Xavier, go up the stairs on your left and turn right."

I've become so accustomed to all kinds of stare that I can filter out boring information at any time. Sherlock stood still in front of the workbench, switched the screen back to West's side, and rightfully robbed the job commanded by his quartermaster's younger brother:

"Push open the door in front of you, yes, look down and don't let the eyeliner in the garden spot, turn to the terrace on the left, there should be a window leading to the attic."

"Sue me, what do you see from inside?"

"It's hard to say right now."

As promised, the whole attic cannot be seen from the outside. After making sure that there was no one here, West climbed through the window and went inside.

In fact, although the loft itself is very narrow and has plenty of space to settle in, the vertical distance from the air window to the floor is still not something that anyone can jump directly - he had to choose to control the air flow to slow down the fall, and West landed lightly on the dusty floor, bending his knees to counteract the impact, and for a moment, he couldn't help but think of the despair of his fall from the cliff of Barton Hill.

Almost dazedly, he looked up. Before he could recall the same pain again, what he saw in front of him once again took away all his attention.

"What is this?"

It also has a miniature camera on the collar of Guò West, which offers a panoramic view of the entire attic. Sherlock Holmes looked at the strange-looking 'humans' on the screen, his eyes closed, his limbs bound by a titanium frame, and his brow furrowed.

“…… This kind of thing, you still don't need to know. ”

How could he not recognize the bionic soldier who made him suffer a big loss, the brown-haired boy smiled slightly bitterly.

- He should have thought that since there were reformers lurking in Constance Manor, which was once the center of Elizhe's activities, how could he possibly place his proud achievements here?

Realizing that he might become the target of the group beating again today like last time, even if there was no Yi Laizhe by his side to mend the knife this time, West, who had not yet come up with an effective way to restrain the bionic soldiers, was congested.

"These things seem to have a trigger mechanism."

His face was almost on the LCD screen, and Q, who had always been interested in this kind of thing, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the metal frame that fixed the door of the bionic soldier:

"Piling up so randomly in the attic shows that they don't need to be manually manipulated and can be used quickly when necessary...... Although it seems normal now, you should be careful, after all, none of us know what this trigger is. ”

"I see."

Nodding, he also trusted the quartermaster's judgment in this regard. The brown-haired boy then stopped paying attention to it, but turned around and continued to probe in the attic. At this point, Sherlock and Q can't do anything, after all, Sherlock Holmes is not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, they can't grasp the details of the scene through the guò camera or satellite remote sensing, and they can find that this attic is already the limit, and what to do next, can only rely on West himself.

And for the 'hermits' who have mastered the ability to go back in time, this is far from a problem to worry about.

Carefully feeling every trace of information fed back by the air current, the boy let go of his mind and stretched with the wind. Gradually, he seemed to see the wind pouring into the narrow attic, the white clouds receding outside the window, and a ray of sunlight slowly disappearing into the waning sky. In the debris, the floor under the load-bearing pillar in the center of the attic gradually cracked, and the damp air from the ground carried blood over the face, revealing the secret hidden deep in the beneath Conston Manor.

"Digging holes in the ground is indeed the taste of the usual madman."

The corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of mockery or disdain, and West took off his headset and put it in his pocket. After all, he was about to go dozens of meters underground, and none of the MI6's devices could maintain a signal in such a situation. Rather than continue to rely on these doomed gadgets to stay in touch, it is better to trust Q to hack into Elijah's communications network at Constance Manor and find his place there.

And he was fully convinced that this kind of thing would definitely not be a problem for MI6's youngest quartermaster.

Thinking of this, there was no need to hesitate, West just moved his fingers. In an instant, countless holes appeared in the floor in front of him that had been smashed through by the high-density compressed air current. In just a moment, with the load-bearing pillars as the center, the wooden floor of the entire attic was lifted up by him, revealing a bottomless hole in the ground.

raised his eyebrows, his eyes still calm to indifferent. Without the slightest hesitation, the boy jumped straight down and disappeared into the darkness with the smell of dampness.

……

Underneath Conston Manor is a secret testing ground that has been fortified.

Because of the coating of a layer of isolation material, Q's previous scan of the entire main house did not reveal that there was a hole in its ground. Even the entrance to the underground proving ground would never have been discovered by high-tech means had it not been for Sherlock's interpretation. It can be seen that in order to run this base, Elizhe has indeed spent great effort.

On the other hand, there is a greater need for complete destruction.

Unlike the transhumans and android soldiers who were transformed by Dr. Yi, in order to maintain the material conditions required for his research, he must also train a large number of loyal subordinates who have no superpowers to work for him...... And that's why Dr. Yi chose to work with Hydra. Waving his hand again, blocking all the bullets fired behind the airflow wall, West looked at the heavily armed killers, his eyes moved slightly, and in just an instant, all those mercenaries were pierced by the bullets he fired, and fell silently, completely lifeless.

- Hydra.

His gaze swept across the blood on the ground and the metal emblem worn by the mercenary, and his expression was not moved. Stepping past the corpse and continuing towards the closed door of the real yàn room at the end, in this closed and gloomy environment, West could easily think of the days he spent at the bottom of the Alps twenty years ago, the wails that filled the cave, the sharp blades that flashed blood, and the cruel and careless smile on the face of the white-haired man...... Also, the blue-eyed girl who was ashamed of half his life, who had saved himself like that, but who eventually died with hatred for West Xavier.

'Alai. ’

With just one thought, the special metal door of the real yàn room was crushed into powder by the power rushing in the air. Memories poured in on him from all directions, and it was in such a dark and damp underground, and the loss of a person full of grief, and when Adelaide stood up from the woman's corpse and gave him an unprecedentedly cold look, West knew that he was destined to leave something here, under the perennial ice of the Alps, and that time was long and long, and that he would finally cast a cage for himself with guilt and hatred.

'Alai ......'

In a trance, he seemed to see the empty but cold testing ground again, and the blonde girl stood quietly at the end and looked back at him. The light in his eyes is not the naïve ignorance of the first sight, nor the final resentment, but like the countless times he has appeared in his dreams, it seems to encompass all the innocence and flawless whiteness in this world.

He reached out to embrace his salvation, but in the end it was a big empty dream.

"Ding-"

The sound of metal falling to the ground echoed through the space, instantly absorbed by the silence, but enough to wake West up from his sink. The panic in his eyes flashed, as fast as the ice and snow melting in the early spring of March, and in the blink of an eye, he was the 'hermit' who was almost cold-blooded again.

"It's you?!"

It seems that I didn't expect to be touched here quietly. Standing in front of the stage, the woman in red widened her eyes in shock.

"It's me."

He raised the corners of his mouth coldly:

"Angelia, or should I tell you to hunt angels?"

The woman was not given any chance to speak. Along the way, his patience has been exhausted, and the tyranny hidden in his bones can no longer be concealed by the appearance of mildness and calmness. West stood still, not moving a bit, but the Hunting Angel was already lifted by the air as if he had been choked by the throat, and his face turned red.

Wrapped in suffocating fear, the woman's eyes reflected the figure in the doorway, her eyes full of astonishment—she had tried to use her power to drag the boy into the gravitational field like she had done in New York, but it was like a stone thrown into the sea, and it did not provoke any reaction. It was only at this time that the Hunting Angel understood that no matter how much they raised their strength level, there was such a world of difference between them. After all, the previous subordinates showed mercy because they underestimated this teenager too much, and underestimated the ability represented by the surname Xavier...... After all, the most terrifying thing in the world is never the hungry tiger, but the injured wolf.

"It seems that we don't need to catch up with the past."

Holding a finger to his temple, West looked indifferent. Looking at the eyes of the woman in red, it was like looking at a dead person.

Now, the value of her zài is only to tell him about the information and whereabouts of Yi Laizhe, and other than that, it is meaningless......

Consciousness sank into the woman's memory, ignoring Angelia's pained expression, and the boy began to search for the message he wanted little by little.

……

In other people's memories, it's like putting yourself in the shoes of watching a movie that has nothing to do with you.

The high heels stepped on the ground, and the crisp echo reverberated in the real yàn room underneath. 'She' walked quickly in a corridor illuminated by the lights as if it were day, and the crimson corners of her clothes raised at the edge of her vision were like blood butterflies flying up and down, revealing the identity of the owner of this memory.

Stopping in front of an inconspicuous but heavily guarded door, 'she' entered her fingerprints, verified her iris, and then knocked on the door, quietly waiting for the people in the room to greet her.

"You're here, Angelia."

The door opened silently, and she entered. Directly facing the door, a desk stacked with papers sat quietly, and the gray-haired man in his thirties with gold-rimmed glasses sat behind it, holding a yellowed file in his hand, as if he was constantly flipping through it.

"Doctor." West heard 'himself' say this, and looked down to show his obedience and deference to the man: "Did you call me?" ”

"That's right, I have something to do with you."

Motioning for the angel hunter to come closer, Elizhe took out a stack of Wen Jiàn from the drawer, and put it in front of 'her' along with the one in his hand, and a somewhat strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Send these to α...... While this kind of thing makes the ghost better, he was injured by West Xavier last time, and he still hasn't healed. So I can only ask you to take a trip. ”

"I should do it."

Immediately replied respectfully. She took the stack of texts that seemed to have a lot of weight, hesitated, and asked cautiously, "Doctor, can I ask ...... these?" ”

"Ah, some of the work I did from years ago."

The smile on the corner of his mouth widened more and more, and Yi Laizhe's eyes moved to the file in the hand of the hunting angel, signaling that she could look through it casually:

"There was also an exchange between me and another academic authority. If he hadn't sent me a magical genetic sample to help me analyze it, I wouldn't have known that there would be such a fascinating mystery waiting for me to explore...... To be honest, I am able to achieve this now thanks to his help. ”

My heart was shocked, and I moved to the heavy file with the eyes of the angel hunter. West suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something beyond his control was buried in the darkness, connecting with the unbearable past, connecting with the figure he had hated countless times, but had not dared to explore countless times, enough to shatter all the faith and pride he had relied on.

Slowly turning through the pages, I stopped at a completely different handwriting from the Iletzer manuscript. 'She' skimmed over the text, which was full of nouns, took a deep breath, and looked at the beautiful and flowing signature at the end of the report.

Charles Francis Xavier.

……

'Boom-'

A deafening explosion rang out in the open ground of Constance Manor. The originally neat room seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and all the glass vessels were crushed by the surging force in the air.

Standing quietly in the midst of the mess, West lowered his finger against his temple. Not far away, the woman in red, whose neck had been unconsciously broken, fell miserably in the glass shards, and a sharp glass shard was stuck in her chest, blurring a large area of bright red blood under her.

He slowly raised his head, and there seemed to be a turbulent wave rolling in his eyes.

Then, in the dead silence of nothingness.