There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Because they learned from Tony that the people who "invited" them in this peculiar way were relatives of Sherlock, so before meeting Mycroft, almost everyone assumed that the other party would be Sherlock's parents.

Therefore, when a man wearing a three-piece suit and holding a long-handled black umbrella, which is a symbol of London, England, appeared, several tenants were surprised almost at the same time.

Only Sherlock pursed his lips, and he raised his chin slightly, as if he was thinking about how to say the first sentence to this brother.

Since they were invited to a private house, Mycroft made tea for them himself.

As guests, of course they would not have any objections, and apart from the fact that the man's eyes were a little uncomfortable when they first met - it was the kind of gaze similar to Sherlock's, but more introverted and deep, he behaved politely , is completely a standard London gentleman's demeanor.

Sherlock finally found a place to criticize, or in other words, Sherlock finally found his voice.

After seeing this Mycroft, who was 1.8 points worse than the dead fat guy he remembered, Sherlock didn't think for a while whether to laugh at him for really gaining weight after many years, or make fun of his hairline .

Sherlock: "I want coffee."

Mycroft looked at the young brother in front of him, this Xiali still looked very young, and he didn't even have time to put away the astonishment on his face when he saw him.He had just come from an original ecological environment, and it was obvious that none of them had time to clean up the red dust on the soles of their feet.

Mycroft poured him a glass of plain water without listening to him: "You can drink water, Charlie."

Before Sherlock refuted his discriminatory treatment, Mycroft glanced at him flatly: "19 years old is indeed an age where you can drink coffee and alcoholic beverages, but that is also based on the fact that you have not slept for two days superior."

Everyone else bowed their heads and drank tea together, even Jason felt that this man was a bit too much - hey, why can he tell his age? !Can this really be explained by reasoning ability?

In addition to Mycroft's deduction method, he can see the situation of the younger brother at a glance, thanks to his understanding of Sherlock.As a good brother, if he doesn't even know what his younger brother's state is like in which year, then he is too dereliction of duty!

Mycroft, who can represent the British government to some extent, greeted everyone in a friendly way: "Everyone, good day. Nice to meet you, my name is Mycroft Holmes, and my brother seems to get along well with you Very happy."

Everyone smiled: "Hello, Mr. Holmes." Then they introduced themselves one by one.

Mycroft's gaze swept over Peter, and he felt his hairs stand on end.Having been analyzed by Sherlock, Peter can assure you that this man who looks like a city man has definitely seen through something.

Spider-Man's identity has been hidden for so many years, and Peter felt that since he arrived at 413, his identity was in jeopardy every time, and he tried repeatedly on the verge of losing his horse.

Clark and the other party looked at each other peacefully for a second. He felt that Sherlock's brother seemed to be a little surprised by him, but before Clark could see clearly, Mycroft had already concealed the slight emotion leaked from his eyes.

Mycroft's eyes paused on Jason for half a second, but everyone present was very sensitive, and Jason himself raised his head and looked at him unceremoniously.

The scene froze for a while.

Tony didn't expect that Sherlock's mortal enemy was actually his own brother!Hell, look at their identical scanner gazes, their reserved and slightly arrogant attitude!

Definitely biological, Tony thought—

After a short exchange of eyes, Mycroft finally put away the oppressive force on his body, and this time his smile was much more sincere: "Hello, you are looking for Sherlock? Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about the Sherlock of my world."

Others: "..." Why did you say this kind of thing so plainly?Are you not surprised at all?

Mycroft was of course surprised, but it's just that he has been in MI[-] for many years, and the ability of this small government employee to conceal his emotions is not in vain.

Not only did he have to worry about the fact that a group of aliens came to their world, he also had to pay attention to whether these people had any malice towards Sherlock.

It seems that they need Sherlock to do a favor, it's not a big deal, and someone who modestly calls himself a government clerk doesn't have so much free time, so that he has to look at every little thing...

But here's a 19-year-old Sherlock, and 211B Baker Street has a 29-year-old Shirley - Mycroft doesn't want to miss this one.

His thoughts flashed quickly, and after several people informed them of their intentions, he politely offered that he could send them there, and by the way, save them from the distress of being discovered by others.

You must know that the agents of MI5 are not free, and Mycroft has not thought of confronting the venerable Mrs. M for the time being.

Sherlock and Mycroft barely exchange words after meeting, but their eye-to-eye showdown almost crackles in the air, igniting it all - it's hard to believe they're still communicating in Morse code.

Peter wondered if they had strayed into some spy movie!

Clark and the others pretended that they were just water drinking machines without emotion, and they drank a pot of tea clean. After the elderly Mr. Holmes brewed another pot, the two brothers started a new life with smiles on their faces. A round of Morse code battles.

Just as they were about to leave, Sherlock couldn't help but think that Mycroft wanted to see him joke again, the fat man has never been at ease!

……

"There's nothing new under the sun, John."

Sherlock, who was rarely willing to stop torturing the hearing of the landlady and neighbors, put down his violin. Under the threatening eyes of his roommate, he smiled and folded the envelope just delivered by the courier on the coffee table to look through it.

The roommate named John shook his head, "Sherlock, Inspector Lestrade has urged me several times..."

Sherlock slowly opened the envelope, and he nonchalantly pulled out the suspect in the previous case from the Memory Palace—obviously, Mr. Detective is still struggling with where the evidence is today.

If it wasn't because Sherlock couldn't be contacted, Inspector Lestrade wouldn't bother Dr. Watson to tell him.

Seeing that his roommate was unmoved, the good-tempered military doctor finally put down his teacup.The bottom of the cup touched the coffee table made of glass, making a crisp collision sound.

Before his good British roommate ran out of patience, Sherlock had to condescendingly reveal the key evidence of the case: "Well, for your sake—remember we're going to eat dumplings tonight—it's him phone, John. I've got everything laid out, but those little idiots at Scotland Yard, ugh."

After guessing the situation of the visitor on the letter paper, the content of the commission that Sherlock saw was, as expected, a cheesy and boring investigation of infidelity in marriage.

Fortunately, the letter writer still remembered to leave his contact information. After sending the information of the cheating partner to the client, Sherlock sighed again.

"It's so boring—"

Having said that, Sherlock groped around on the sofa, and he pulled out the only remaining nicotine patch from the gap.

Seeing this, the former military doctor who had been paying attention to health preservation after coming down from the battlefield couldn't help shaking his eyebrows.

John: "If you're really that bored, you can go to Scotland Yard to solve the case... In fact, you refused Lestrade's invitation last night."

After discovering that there was only one nicotine patch left in stock, Sherlock closed his eyes angrily and refused to communicate.

The heartbroken John rubbed his temples. Sherlock's performance was obvious. The other party had discovered that he had hidden his "little toy".

But the cold war without talking to yourself?please!

The ex-military doctor wanted to shake the man's silk nightgown and ask if he hadn't passed his sixth birthday yet.

Just as John was wondering if he should put this in his blog tonight, there was a noise outside the door.

The regular knock on the door makes people subconsciously think of Sherlock - I don't know if others have this feeling, anyway, I have raised roommates for a long time...

Cough, what John meant was that after staying with Sherlock for a long time, he could even recognize Sherlock from the sound of footsteps and knocks on the door, and even guessed how he was feeling today.

The former military doctor guessed that it might be his unique intuition as a soldier.

John had an intuition at this time, he felt absurdly that the people outside the door were like Sherlock, the kind who were unwilling and forced to call for others——

Just after watching the cat video, John thought of the loveless cat being carried by the back of the neck.

"You should look in the mirror and see your marmot expression now, and stop acting so stupid, John."

John: "Sherlock, if you're saying that, I promise I won't open the door again..."

That's what he said, but John rushed to open the door with a sense of integrity.

A hint of suspicion also flashed across Sherlock's face. Of course, he heard the movement outside the door earlier than his roommate, but he couldn't figure out why the fat man brought a group of people to the apartment.

Damn, he doesn't intend to find out the camera he dismantled himself, and then ask someone to put it back on, right?

Sherlock stood up from the sofa at once, but when he saw the figure outside the door, Sherlock subconsciously looked down at his arm.

The veins and veins can be clearly seen on the porcelain-white thin arm, but there is only a solitary nicotine patch on it.Very good, then I didn't have the illusion that I was too high.

And John, the poor little John has long been stupid at the door.He looked in shock at Sherlock, who was still half a head taller than himself even though he was much younger.

The former military doctor looked at the man at the door in bewilderment, then turned around to look at his roommate in the living room in disbelief, and finally he stammered, "Xia, Sherlock?!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "It's Sherlock, not Sherlock, hello, my future roommate."

John: "???"