Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

"No, is that right?"

Sherlock, with a "you're kidding me" look on his face, pointed at the document in his hand and looked at Old Zhang across from him. Old Zhang, however, didn't care about Sherlock's reaction and instead smiled and asked Sherlock in return.

"Sherlock, you speak Chinese, and even quite well, so let me ask you, have you studied the history of rabbits?"

"Of course, at the very least, the level of nine-year compulsory education is not a problem!"

Sherlock answered without hesitation, completely unaware that Old Zhang's amused smile deepened after hearing Sherlock's words. Old Zhang shrugged and then continued to ask Sherlock.

"What would your reaction be if you saw the Imperial Seal of the State in a museum?"

"Isn't that just a rock? It might even be considered a national treasure, a testament to the five-thousand-year history of the rabbit..."

Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Old Zhang suddenly interrupted him and asked her another question.

"What if you got this stone?"

"Is there any need to ask? It is only natural that I am the chosen one by Heaven, and it is my right to immediately ascend the throne..."

Sherlock was stunned before he could finish speaking. He glanced awkwardly at Old Zhang sitting in the boss's chair across from him, while Old Zhang, as if he had expected this, simply shrugged with a small bear-shaped hand gesture.

That expression was as if it were saying to Sherlock, "Look, is there anything wrong with what's written here?" For a moment, Sherlock didn't even know how to answer, and the expression on his face gradually began to distort.

Looking at the description on the document in his hand, Sherlock could only say that the person who wrote this was definitely a genius!

After taking a deep breath, Sherlock decided to let go of the damned description and pointed to the contents of the document, asking Old Zhang a question.

"Okay, I admit the document is correct, but I still have some questions. First of all, how did this thing end up with Er Mao?"

Secondly, even if this thing is really with Er Mao, the authorities have the ability to get it back through diplomacy or other means, right? Even if that's not possible, the guild hall could take action, and stealing it back wouldn't be a big deal, would it?

Finally, I'm just genuinely curious, how did you guys find out this thing was with Er Mao?

Listening to Sherlock's barrage of questions, Old Zhang showed no surprise whatsoever. After all, Sherlock's questions were far more plausible than the ones he had in mind when he received orders from above.

After gathering his thoughts, Old Zhang answered Sherlock's questions one by one.

"Let me tell you how we found this thing. It started when one of our comrades on the covert front accidentally discovered a document related to a criminal organization connected to the Hydra company in China. The document contained a jade seal."

Following this lead, they discovered that the leader of the criminal organization was using the imperial seal as his personal seal.

At first, they thought it was just something the leader of the organization had made because of his peculiar hobby, since you could buy a fake one online for a few hundred yuan.

However, further investigation revealed something amiss, as the seal had a clear timeline of transmission and even a provenance, which confirmed that it was genuine.

As for why this thing appeared in Er Mao's territory, it can only be said that in the five thousand years of Chinese history, there have been too many man-made conspiracies and schemes, and too many inherited righteousnesses, so many that over time some things have been subconsciously buried in the dust of time.

When Old Zhang got to this point, he shrugged helplessly, but Sherlock understood what he meant.

Just like when Empress Xiao took the imperial seal deep into the Xiongnu territory, sometimes the turning point in history is not due to a major event, but rather a minor event or simply because of an ordinary person, which causes the inheritance of an item to go from being public to being kept secret.

Even the movement of people can exacerbate this situation, so the appearance of this thing in Er Mao is not a big problem.

What Sherlock couldn't understand was, damn it, that someone would actually use this thing as a personal seal? To cosplay as the emperor? What kind of crazy hobby is that?

All I can say is that this world is indeed a huge makeshift operation. You could say this guy is smart, right? He's become the head of a criminal organization and he still uses the Imperial Seal of the State as his personal seal. You could say he's stupid, right? He's become the head of a criminal organization and he still uses the Imperial Seal of the State as his personal seal!

Sherlock didn't understand, Sherlock was deeply shocked.

Meanwhile, Old Zhang ignored Sherlock, who was almost questioning his existence. He simply smoothed his slicked-back hair with his hand, then rubbed his big nose with some insecurity and continued speaking to Sherlock.

"As for why the rabbits didn't rely on official power to take it back, but instead had our newly established secret base take it back, the reason is quite simple."

When the higher-ups learned of this news, they conducted a simulation. The simulation concluded that once the news leaked, there would be no need for official intervention; the fanatical masses would be able to fight their way from the border all the way to Ermao and retrieve this thing!

At this point, Old Zhang's lips twitched, as if he were recalling the expression on the man's face when he reported this deduction to the higher-ups. He paused for a moment before continuing to Sherlock.

"To add to that, this simulation is based on the premise that, due to strong official control, the public cannot obtain any explosives or weapons."

In other words, once this news leaks out, the militant rabbit people might, under the guise of believing that the location of the seal is their homeland, grab machetes and hack their way from northern Xinjiang, across the entire Kazakhstan, and then past Russia all the way to Russia…”

Chapter 633 is stuck in the review process, I'm at my wit's end.

Chapter 633 The Rabbit Who Got Wayd

To be honest, when Sherlock saw those three huge, indescribable letters, his first feeling was as if an electric current shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, followed by panic, an unparalleled panic.

If it were anything else, Sherlock might not feel fear or the panic he feels now, but what about the indescribable?

Don't be ridiculous! That place is full of rule-monsters!

Even before Sherlock's time travel, there was a consensus: if you were transported to the world of Cthulhu, you could barely survive if you tried your best, had a strong will, and weren't too curious. However, if you were transported to a world with an indescribable worldview...

Either be an ordinary person and wait for fate to guide you to come into contact with some strange object and turn you into a pile of flesh and blood; or just slit your throat and start over, and pray that you can be reborn into the game world of GaleGeMu in your next life.

After all, this thing can really bring about a cataclysmic disaster at any time. Compared to this thing, the people in the Marvel world are living in paradise.

Seeing Sherlock's dumbfounded and speechless expression, Old Zhang finally couldn't help but let out a hearty smile.

Who said this little rascal was a devil? Now it seems this little rascal isn't without fear after all.

Of course, although that's what Old Zhang was thinking, he didn't show it on his face. He just patted Sherlock on the shoulder with a slightly wicked smile before speaking to Sherlock.

"Alright, don't be so tense. It's not really unspeakable, it's just using a shell. I learned this trick from you, you know. You were pretty good at that 'Earth Defense Legion' thing, weren't you?"

"?????????"

Hearing what Old Zhang said, Sherlock was filled with questions. His expression changed from disbelief to existential doubt. He looked at Old Zhang beside him with a head full of questions.

No? Is that right, damn it?

He's just a scoundrel and a troublemaker; it's one thing for him to cause trouble, but it's also understandable for him to bring the Avengers along to cause trouble and have fun.

Why did the rabbits over there also learn bad habits from me?

Most importantly, the bad ones were pretty precise? They created a disguise for the Earth Defense Legion on their side, while the rabbits created something indescribable?

Most importantly, this damn indescribable style actually matches the rabbit's style quite well for some reason!

The situation on the rabbit's side is already quite complicated, and the people on the other side are also set up as a group of ordinary people who contain, research, and protect anomalies. This, combined with the already complicated situation on the rabbit's side, makes perfect sense.

After all, what the rabbits have in abundance is probably all sorts of 'indescribable things'.

Having figured this out, Sherlock looked at Old Zhang with an incredibly complex expression.

When Old Zhang saw Sherlock's complicated expression, he wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He gently nudged Sherlock's back before continuing to speak to him.

"Don't look at me like that. I learned this from you. After all, the trick of using a disguise is really useful. This disguise is neither too flashy nor too low-key. It can perfectly cover up the traces of the club and the Heavenly Court. It's not surprising that I chose this disguise."

At this point, Old Zhang paused slightly, his mischievous smile widening, before continuing to speak to Sherlock.

"You agree, don't you? He has the number 001, but his code name is '弼马温' (Bima Wen, a lowly stable boy), my dear Mr. Sherlock?"

"???"

Hearing Old Zhang's words, Sherlock's question marks not only didn't disappear but multiplied, and he even began to wonder if Old Zhang was actually insulting him.

Finally, when Old Zhang uttered Sherlock's damned, indescribable internal codename, Sherlock's defenses completely crumbled, and he stared at Old Zhang with a twitching mouth.

After a while, Sherlock took a deep breath, gave Old Zhang a kind smile, and began to chatter with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

"Uncle Zhang, you @#@#%……! I *&#%……&*）! This @#%@#……!"

Despite Sherlock's furious outburst, Old Zhang remained unfazed, as if he couldn't hear Sherlock's eloquent but overly sweet words. He calmly leaned against the front desk, pulled out a strangely shaped phone from his pocket, and fiddled with it for a while.

Before long, a squad of soldiers dressed in black training uniforms, armed to the teeth, marched in formation toward Sherlock and Old Zhang.

Seeing that an outsider was coming, Sherlock felt embarrassed to continue breaking his guard. After glaring at Old Zhang, he made his final request to Old Zhang and then shut his mouth.

"I don't care, if you don't change that damned '弼马温' (Bima Wen) code name, I absolutely will not become a nanny!"

Old Zhang did not answer Sherlock's request immediately, because the combat squad had already arrived in front of the two of them.

The soldier at the front appeared to be the squad leader. After arriving in front of the two men, he saluted Lao Zhang before reporting to him.

"Reporting, Supervisor 5-13, the Red Right Hand Combat Team is fully assembled and ready to depart for battle at any time!"

Sherlock: (°A°`)!!

Wait, what? You guys did a pretty comprehensive cosplay? You even copied the name of the combat squad and its management hierarchy? You really didn't change a single thing, huh?

Looking at the group of soldiers in front of him and Old Zhang standing beside him, Sherlock was filled with disbelief, and even felt a strange sense of absurdity.

How can I describe that feeling?

It's like seeing your company's male boss, who usually drives a Maybach and is always serious and stern, looking exactly like the domineering CEO from the neighboring Tomato Company, suddenly dressed up in a pretty little dress, white stockings, and little leather shoes, and skipped and hopped into a comic convention like a little girl.

Sherlock simply didn't know what words to use to describe his current feelings.

It can only be said that Sherlock has led the Avengers astray. Sherlock doesn't feel guilty, but now it's obvious that he's even led the rabbits astray. Sherlock feels a lot of guilt!

Old Zhang ignored the silent Sherlock, and after giving a few simple instructions to the captain of the combat squad, the captain of the Red Right Hand Squad glanced at Sherlock a few times before turning around and leaving with his squad.

Only then did Old Zhang pat Sherlock on the back, looking at the just-recovering Sherlock and smiling as he spoke.

"Alright, your title of '弼马温' (Bima Wen, a lowly stable boy) is just a code name. Your official title here is 001. You can use that code name as a cover, since no one will associate it with you, right?"

Hearing what Old Zhang said, Sherlock shrugged helplessly and gave Old Zhang a wry smile.

"Whatever, as long as the guild hall doesn't find out!"

After saying this, Sherlock paused slightly before continuing to speak to Old Zhang.

"Tell me, Uncle Zhang, what exactly do you want me to do here? This is all rather unspeakable stuff, and it involves the Red Right Hand. It can't really be to contain some kind of anomalous item, can it?"

In response to Sherlock's words, Old Zhang revealed a sly smile and chuckled.

"You know what, they really did ask you to help recycle things!"

Chapter 635 Indescribable - 003 Eight-Point Light Wheel

Upon hearing Old Zhang's deduction, Sherlock's expression twisted, but he didn't doubt it at all. After all, Sherlock was a rabbit before he transmigrated, and he knew very well how strong a rabbit's martial spirit was.

Let's put it this way: if China dares to relax its control over firearms and explosives like the US does, people will be able to buy firearms and bullets, and even chemical raw materials for synthetic explosives or poison gas, anytime and anywhere in supermarkets.

How dare those monkeys around the rabbit jump?

With the rabbit people's brains being as sharp as Jia Xu's (a famous Chinese military strategy) and their martial virtues being as high as Zhao Yun's (another famous Chinese military strategy), plus the "tuition and miscellaneous fees" they paid when they went to school, if those few monkeys dared to jump even once, the rabbits would probably wake up the next day to find that their country had inexplicably grown several times larger.

This is a typical example of villagers frantically sharing their land area with you.

Sherlock even seemed to vaguely understand why this matter was entrusted to the newly secretly established Indescribable Organization instead of the Guild Hall.

Sure enough, Old Zhang's next words directly confirmed Sherlock's conjecture.