Lynn doesn't speak

John Watson is a little confused now.

His horrified eyes sized up Lynn for a long time, then turned around on the calm face of Mycroft, and finally settled on the head of the roommate who was on the sofa with his head bowed to tune the violin.

"You didn't tell me you had a brother?"

The voice is slightly out of tune.John thought that after he moved into 221b, there would be nothing to overwhelm him, but in the end, some two geniuses with high IQs always broke the record again and again.This time it was even better, he simply had an extra brother out of thin air, even if it was just an adopted son who was not related by blood, the military doctor would know at a glance that this is not an easy character.

Moreover, three Sherlock Holmes and three demon kings are now gathered in the living room of 221b.There is still a poor self in the middle.

John's eyes froze for a moment.

God, is this the end of the world?Is Baker Street dying? !Will he become a sentient being crushed by the big devil, the second devil, and the little devil? ! !

"It's your fault, doctor." He plucked the strings with his index finger and found that there was nothing wrong.Shyloka put the violin back under her feet, interlaced her fingers, resting on her chin, and lazily looked at her roommate: "You never asked me."

"I……"

I wanted to refute, but found myself speechless.John stood still for a long while, "I" for a long time, and finally closed his mouth silently.However, Sherlock still wanted to stab him in the heart: "Of course, if you are careful enough, you can deduce this conclusion from me."

John: ...

What are you talking about, joke?

He once again felt the crit from a genius.

On the other hand, after explaining his identity to the military doctor, Lin En completely withered, lay motionless on the sofa and pretended to be dead, and was looked up and down by McCoff's x-ray-like eyes, like a salted fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

"Do you remember what I told you, Lynn?"

He stood there quietly for a while.Leaning on his little black umbrella, McCoff finally opened his mouth slowly after giving him enough pressure.

"You said you might die." Putting down his hand covering his face, Lynn gave him a sideways glance: "But I also said that this possibility doesn't matter to me, don't you already have mental preparations for it?" ?"

"No, we don't talk about this now." Mycroft raised his chin: "I mean earlier, when you joined MI[-], what did I tell you?"

The air seemed to be suddenly quiet for a moment, time froze, and even breathing was momentarily disordered.

With an indescribable expression on his face, Lynn sat up straight from the sofa and looked at the calm condemnation in McCoff's eyes.

"'Spies don't need emotions, let alone use emotions, especially 00-series agents'" He frowned slightly, repeating every word very clearly: "'I have no objection to you making this choice. But, when I found out When you're no longer fit for the job, I'll let you go.'”

After a pause, Lynn suddenly felt a little annoyed: "So, you want to say, you think I'm being emotional and no longer suitable for my current identity?"

"Is not it?"

Facing the sudden irritability in his voice, Mycroft's expression remained calm:

"If you still choose to lurk after the hint is lifted, your identity will not be exposed so quickly." You will not be suspected, monitored, brainwashed...even, almost killed.

"And then watch them run into your bedroom and shoot random representatives of the British government? Or blow up the whole house?"

Although it is exaggerated to say so, it is not far from the truth. No one knows the horror of Hydra better than him.Lynn snorted, and leaned back on the sofa again: "Don't count on your people, Mycroft. Even in mi6, there are very few who can deal with them."

Especially killers at the level of Winter Soldier and Crossbones.If they were all sent out, with his ability bonus, he might be able to barely hold one, but what about the others?Who can you count on?James Bond that old bastard who plays dead every day?

Of course, Lynn didn't mean to despise his colleagues.He just felt that, compared with 007, he would definitely not be the one who would be rubbed on the ground by his ex-boyfriend :-)

"Whatever you say."

The tip of the umbrella was propped on the ground, turning unconsciously.Mycroft looked away from his bloodless brother who always worried him: "Maybe I want to thank you, but that's not the reason for you to be emotional during the mission."

"Oh come on."

Although Watson and Sherlock watched silently at each other, Lynn couldn't help but want to roll his eyes at the ceiling:

"Touch your conscience, Mycroft. If you're a narcissist who sets the keyword as his own name, don't call others unprofessional, okay? Do you know how much I wanted to come back and hit you when the hint was lifted?"

The big devil who was punctured: ...→＿→

Watching the excitement of the second demon king: ... ←_←

Still confused Watson: ...Wait, can anyone explain what you guys are communicating?

So, at the end of the day, McCoff, who was choked on a single sentence, threw out the sentence "waiting for mi6 to give you the notice of resumption of work" and left with an umbrella, and did not mention Lynn's withdrawal from MI221.Standing by the window, Sherlock watched the back of Mr. British Government walking out of [-]b for a while, then turned his head and looked at Lynn who was still lying on the sofa and pretending to be dead.

"He was terrified."

Walking back to the fireplace, picked up his mobile phone and pressed a few times, the voice of the big detective did not change: "I have a little bit too."

Especially when there was no news for two whole months.

Although neither McCoff nor he had mentioned the incident, they were more or less aware of it.

"So that's why you didn't talk back to him today?" Looking at the ceiling, probably a little tired, Lynn's voice sounded lifeless: "Sherl, I don't remember you being so frank."

"Maybe." Without looking up, Sherlock said flatly, "If you hadn't lied to me by pretending to be a talking violin, I could be more honest with you."

"puff……"

John, who was sitting in front of the computer and drinking coffee, choked and almost scrapped his screen.He moved the notebook away silently. Although it was too late to pretend that he hadn't eavesdropped on their conversation, and Sherlock and Lynn certainly wouldn't mind, the honest doctor obviously still had a guilty conscience.

Fortunately, his roommate didn't look at him, but stared at the phone screen, and quickly shifted his attention.

"I have to go out." He reached for the coat thrown on the sofa: "Lestrade said that the murderer we caught still has a criminal record, and I need to check... John, are you with me?" ?”

Naturally, he would not refuse, the doctor nodded.

"I'll go too." Opening his eyes, the tiredness on his face disappeared immediately, and Lynn also raised his hand.

"I think you need a break."

Sherlock glanced at him.And Lynn obviously didn't listen to this sentence, but borrowed a windbreaker from the big detective, and after confirming that it could cover the wound on his leg, he opened the door and ran down the stairs first, as if he was afraid that Sherlock would lock him forcibly Same in the house.

"Is he all right?"

With the qualities of a professional doctor, Watson looked at his roommate and frowned disapprovingly.

"Lynn knows what he's doing." The low voice was like music played by a cello.Sherlock glanced at the back of Lynn standing at the door waiting for them, and nodded:

"He has something to do and we'll just have to watch."

Anyway, what Sherlock Holmes wants to know will eventually be known exactly.

# # #

When the three arrived at Scotland Yard, Lestrade was waiting outside.

Since he had dealt with mi6 before, the inspector was no stranger to Lynn, and was even one of the few people who knew his full surname.Therefore, when Sherlock and Watson were called to look at the file, and Lynn proposed to meet the murderer who was caught by him, Lestrade just pretended that mi6 needed some information, but he didn't stop him, and waved his hand to let People took him there.

And now, Lynn is sitting in the interrogation room with only monitoring and no recording, looking at the Hydra with closed eyes and resting in front of him, thinking about how to get the information out.

According to the news that Lestrade found, the murderer was a trafficker.A member of the poisonous organization, who has killed many people, is probably a thug.The detective wanted to use him as a breakthrough to take the organization out of the pot, so he called Sherlock for an idea.But after looking at the tattoo on his arm, Lynn knew that this person's identity was definitely not that simple... Or, his identity was indeed real, but there was a Hydra standing behind him, and even the simplest things would have to be beaten. quotation marks.

Who is he, what is his position in the organization, and why Hydra wants to plant such an insider to be poisonous.Among the traffickers, how big their power network in the UK is, this is a question that Lynn must figure out.

After being silent for a while, he coughed lightly, and suddenly had a solution.

"Sorry for sending you here."

Nodding, Lynn unbuttoned the sleeve of his left arm and curled the corner of his mouth: "But at that time, I had to do this to gain their trust—"

"hailhydra."

Raising his head suddenly, the man looked shocked, watching Lynn slowly roll up his sleeves, revealing the very familiar tattoo.

Hydra.

Cut off a head, and two will grow back.

"I see."

Nodding his head, the guard in his eyes gradually faded, and the man obviously relaxed: "They sent you after receiving my report, didn't they?"

"Correct."

Lynn nodded.In order to be realistic, he put on the posture of performing a mission in Hydra, and even dragged his ex-boyfriend out: "The Winter Soldier is with me. I am his intelligence officer. I will come to you to confirm the news first."

Having stayed in Hydra, I naturally understand the rules of Hydra.A slogan and a tattoo are not enough to make this person completely trust him, but adding something that only insiders know is enough to confirm his identity.

"The Winter Soldier?"

And just as Lynn expected, the man froze, and the last trace of vigilance on his face melted: "Didn't you just say that he was caught in something in the United States and couldn't come for a while? It's been resolved now?"

After a pause, before Lin En could speak, he continued:

"But that's good too. I've packed everything he needs. As long as I get there, I can do it. I'm sure I can get that thing."

"……Oh."

Things get more embarrassing like this.

Lin En, who just slandered him casually, but didn't think that his ex-boyfriend really wanted to come: ...

Is it too late for me to say I'm Crossbones' partner? !