Chapter 20 A cry for help from Jarvis

It was a pleasant evening. In Karma Taj's library, Sherlock and Wang did not rest. They were reading carefully in the library with a magic book and coffee each.

In Wang's hand was the first-grade Transfiguration textbook that Sherlock had given him, and in Sherlock's hand was the legendary Kama Taj's most powerful attack magic that Wang had found for him.

The two of them were like enlightened monks, reading their respective magic books in their hands, drinking coffee, and chatting. On the surface, they seemed to be in unusual harmony.

But in fact, both Wang and Sherlock have a classic expression of Wang Baoqiang looking at his mobile phone: What? What? What? What the hell is this?

Although the two of them looked at the magic book in their hands as if they knew every word, but when they were put together, they didn't recognize each other. However, due to their feelings (the strange desire to win between boys), neither of them said anything. I can’t understand it myself.

When the two of them couldn't understand the magic book in their hands, the remaining two people naturally became more interested in talking about it, especially with that strange desire to win, whether it was the king or Sherlock , neither of them had any intention of stopping.

Sherlock kept tricking the king into ordering midnight snacks at the temple in Hong Kong, such as skewers, beer, barbecued pork, crayfish, fish eggs, grilled seafood and the like.

The reason is also very simple. After getting to know Wang, Wang invited Sherlock to have a meal once. Sherlock never forgot the familiar taste and would fool Wang into having a meal from time to time.

Faced with Sherlock's CPU, Wang naturally rejected it, especially after Wang knew that Sherlock was much richer than him, he even refused Sherlock's CPU.

After all, according to Sherlock's deception, Sherlock already owed Wang a 125mm howitzer, two double-shot anti-aircraft guns, two AR series rifles, one hk series rifle, three ak series rifles, and several pistols. One box of defensive grenades and one box of nine-link flash bombs.

At first, Wang was still immersed in Sherlock's so-called CPU, which is much easier to use than magic. After all, Wang's background has determined that he must rarely come into contact with Sherlock's Muggle weapons.

But as time passed, Wang gradually came around.

Damn it, I am a magician from Karma Taj, but damn it, everyone else is a magician with two hands, extremely cool special effects, and can be called a budget killer.

Why is it that when it's my turn, it's like firing cannons and guns, with firepower supreme?

What's more, if this thing is really easy to use, then Kama Taj's leader Gu Yi will definitely be in the state of a weapon angel long ago. The first thing he will do when facing the enemy is a volley.

Then various gun barrels and cannon barrels formed a steel wing behind Gu Yi. He looked at the various intruders with a smile and asked, do you know that you are wrong?

Just thinking about this situation is enough for Wang Yi to break into cold sweat and cry out that he is guilty.

What's more, Sherlock, a wealthy businessman with a dollar in his hand, and his uncle, the richest man in the world, actually come to squeeze out his small monthly pocket money?

Just thinking about it, Wang felt that even his uncle and aunt couldn't bear it.

Along with Sherlock's CPU, Wang also developed a very good trick. Every time Sherlock wanted to have a midnight snack, Wang used his trick to fool him.

Today was no exception. Although under the influence of the desire to win, neither of them revealed whether the other party had found a fake magic book to fool them.

But in fact, both of them were convinced that the nonsense-looking book in their hands was definitely the result of the other party's mischief.

Naturally, the skills on the lips never stop.

Just as the two of them were going back and forth and fighting fiercely, Sherlock's cell phone rang very suddenly.

Looking at the phone in his hand with some confusion, Sherlock found that there was no incoming call information on the screen of his phone.

Generally speaking, this situation is either a call from a secret government department such as CIA or Fobo, or it is a pure scammer.

Sherlock believed that he had absolutely no ability to get the secret department to call, so he was very sure that this was a scam call that would smell of strong curry after being answered.

Faced with such a scam call that interrupted his thoughts, Sherlock was naturally so angry that he just pressed the phone to death without any intention of answering it.

Just as Sherlock hung up the phone, sorted out his thoughts and planned to continue confronting Wang, the phone rang again.

It was still the familiar phone call without any caller information. Sherlock frowned and answered the phone angrily.

"Loved. Not dating. Lan Xiang. Save my mother. Save my mother. No regrets. I can't do this question. I have something to do tomorrow. I've lost weight before. Not a Virgo. I don't have much money left. I haven't finished my homework. I don't know about Amway.

Drink yogurt and lick the lid. Eat potato chips without licking your fingers. I don’t know why pigeons are so big. I didn’t buy insurance or express delivery. I'm not in the country, so I spent the money. I've already eaten the giant panda I just bought, and the meat doesn't taste good.

The force exerted by the slap on your face just now was 32.2 N. The harm I caused to you at this moment caused an area of ​​​​about 9 square centimeters in your psychological shadow.

It only takes 2.7 seconds to jump from here. The probability of falling to death is 92.4%, and the probability of being disabled is 7.58%. The miraculous solution to being safe includes but is not limited to: someone below will support you and a strong wind will blow you away.

Is there anything else you can do? "

Listening to Sherlock's remarks, which were like announcing the name of a dish, Wang, who was sitting opposite Sherlock, was a little unable to react for a moment, especially Sherlock's "blue shit". It took Wang a long time to react before he knew what it was.

Faced with Sherlock's fluent oral delivery without giving the other party a chance to speak, it was not only Wang who was silent, but it seemed that the person on the other side of the phone was also silent for a moment.

After a long time, Jarvis's electronic voice came out from the receiver.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sherlock, I don't understand what you are talking about. I am only contacting you because your uncle Tony is in danger at this time and may need your rescue."

As Jarvis's voice fell, Sherlock went through the plot of Iron Man in his mind for a moment, and then seemed to realize something.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Jarvis sent me Tony's location, and I'll rush there right away! Wang, help me tell Master Ancient One that I'm sorry that I can't say goodbye in person!"

Sherlock was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He jumped up from the chair. After seeing the location sent by Jarvis in his hand, he just said hello to Wang and made a mark. The portal disappeared into the library.

Seeing Sherlock leave in a hurry, Wang put down the Transfiguration textbook in his hand, rubbed his chubby cheeks, sighed that the young man could really endure it, and then stood up and walked towards Go to Gu Yi's main hall.

After all, Sherlock looked very anxious. No matter what, he should tell Master Gu Yi about this matter.