[Shen Xia] Son of Great Britain

Orlos was given five minutes of unmonitored conversation with her would-be cellmate, a "gift" from McCaw.

Moriarty is Favors' "meeting ceremony", and these 5 minutes are McCoff's decision.

Oulos' eyes fell on Favors, and after only a moment, they turned to Mycroft. Her expression didn't change at all, neither surprised nor excited.It's not so much poker face as she simply doesn't know how to express her emotions.

An overly intelligent mind puts her in a different world from everyone else. Even Brother Holmes, who can be called a genius in the eyes of ordinary people, is also marked as "stupid" in front of this youngest sister.

She cannot understand the emotions of normal people, just as people cannot understand the "weirdness" and "indifference" of the Holmes brothers. Interestingly, the Holmes brothers also cannot understand what she did.

But she is a master of mind control, she has everyone under her control.It's not because she has a lot of human psychology experiments summarized by predecessors, but because she can see through each other every moment.In this case, as long as she thinks, her language, her eyes, and her every move are hints and controls, and no one can escape.

She stands on a higher level.

Uncle Mycroft and Rudy in the past discovered Oluosi's dangerous thoughts and crimes, and they imprisoned her, making her disappear from the eyes of the Holmes family, and she has grown up in these impenetrable Flinford prisons.

It's a pity that her danger has never diminished, and the British government is also greedy for her outstanding ability. While using Oulos, why isn't she being used by Oulos?

Is Sherin Ford really indestructible?

When Iceman Mycroft heard the news from Favors, he felt a chill in his heart.

Earlier today, in the offices of the Diogenes Club, Favors finally confessed to the man who insanely planted 40 bombs in London.

"That person must be Sherlock Holmes. He/she noticed my identity through my mother's obituary, and immediately arranged a game for me. He/she is your enemy, but obviously not like those ordinary enemies. He / She doesn't care if I win the game or thousands of lives, he/she is just playing, with me or with Sherlock. He/she is not like Moriarty, he/ She didn't do anything to show off, and his/her silence and mystery shocked me."

Mycroft frowned.

Favors turned on the phone and played a recording of the call, but what came out was a superb concerto for two violins.

The man opposite him was silent.

"Wonderful technique, I think you can hear it, he/she can clearly suppress me, but chose to lead me to complete this piece of performance. He/she is enjoying, enjoying the ensemble? Or, it is nostalgia." Favors Putting his elbows on the armrests of the sofa chair, he tilted his body and looked at Mycroft with his cheeks on his hands.

"You already have the answer, Father."

"No!" Mycroft quickly rebuffed, his tone almost terrified, "It can't be her! No way!" He pressed the recording.

Favors shook his head and said sharply: "You are afraid of her, because she has a brain far better than yours, and she must have done a lot of dangerous things. She is a dangerous person, but the government will not Let someone like this go to waste. You control or imprison her, Arctic? Desert... oh, the ocean. An impenetrable island prison? So she can watch the news in the morning and arrange killers to invite my closure style prison."

Mycroft looked terrible, like after being forced to take diet pills full of false claims and spend all day in the bathroom.

"Obviously, she has taken control of the prison, isn't she good at mind control? There is always such a thing in prisons, those stupid prison guards are always the prisoners' best helpers." Favors looked in the shadows with cold gray eyes It looks like black, "Why don't you use a more suitable method? You can prevent her from seeing anyone and cut her off from all contact with the outside world. There is no noble or humble method, you should have a way, right? "

"Is she my aunt? Or have you been controlled by her before that? Or, both."

Two pairs of identical eyes met each other, and Mycroft loosened his tie, as if he was feeling suffocated because of the thing.

"She is Orlos, my sister."

Mycroft confessed everything to Favortan, and called up the relevant information of Oluos.

These materials gave Favors a deeper understanding of Oulos. After summarizing all the information he knew, he said to Mycroft: "I had a great time, and I want to give her a holiday gift. You will help me. Right? Father."

This will not be an ordinary gift, nor will it be simply handed over.

Mycroft's refusal came to his lips, but he unexpectedly accepted Favors' request.

He had read Favors' professional test report, and analyzed Favors' character from his behavior these days.

Favors is a Sherlock Holmes, and moreover his son of Mycroft, he is his most suitable heir.

Sooner or later, the responsibility to supervise Oluos will fall on Favors, after all, he will not allow the supervision of Oluos to be handed over to a group of greedy goldfish.

"Of course, my son." He straightened his collar and pulled a typical polite smile from the corner of his mouth.

Oulos saw a shadow of McCovna in Favors, which disappointed her.

Originally Favors should be a qualified playmate, although it would be a bit stupid, but Oulos, who has seen the world clearly, can bear this.But after he was bound by the so-called "sense of responsibility", he became as boring as Mycroft, and many ways to "liberate//release" his little partner even appeared in Oulos' mind.

Of course she could do it, but she didn't do it, and even she herself was confused.

Maybe it's because she loves the gift?

Finding a playmate to stay with her in Sherringford was one of the reasons she invited Favors.

Favors cleverly fulfilled her wish.

As the Napoleon of the criminal world, the consulting criminal Moriarty hides his tail very tightly. It is not that the British government does not know this role, but he is like a venomous snake with no evidence.

It wasn't until this incident at the swimming pool that they finally caught this nasty guy.

Sitting comfortably in the dock and blowing bubble gum, Moriarty casually admitted a series of crimes and evidence presented by the prosecution. His boldness and arrogance made both the jury and the judge seem to be trying in a dream.

Although he wasn't expected to be caught this time, he was still ready for a backhand.

Moriarty finally waited until the time for the judge to strike the hammer.

It's a pity that the result was not the "acquittal" he had calculated, but "life imprisonment". ②

His face suddenly became gloomy, and the energetic boy who was blowing bubble gum before instantly turned into a vicious criminal.

Favors in the spectators smiled at him, a sweet, syrupy smile.

——You'reagift. (You're a gift.)

Moriarty's cold face didn't last long, and he laughed again, exaggeratedly like a comedian.

This weird smile made Sherlock, who was also present at the table, aware of the clues. He always felt that things would not be so simple.

But in any case, the Moriarty matter finally came to an end.

John booked a place in a tour group and planned to go to New Zealand with his new girlfriend to relax, but a week before departure, his girlfriend broke up with him on the grounds that his girlfriend thought he and Sherlock were a good couple. ③

What a fucking reason.

John, who was driven out of his girlfriend's house to no avail, returned to 221B depressed. Facing the hotel and tour group he had booked, he hesitated for a long time, but came downstairs.

"Well, Sherlock, you've been bored lately, haven't you?"

Sherlock had already seen through everything that happened to John, and just now he used blunt words to drive John back upstairs.

"Of course not, why do you think so." Sherlock was so bored that he was about to grow mushrooms, but Sherlock refused to admit it, and he was still crooked on the sofa and holding a magnifying glass to observe his skull friend seriously.

Of course John could see that Sherlock was teasing him, he shrugged and said helplessly, "Are you coming for a trip to New Zealand?"

Sherlock put down his skull, "No, interesting things will happen, you'd better give up your boring travel plans."

"Another case?" John suddenly became serious, and he sat down on the sofa chair next to Sherlock.

Just when Sherlock was about to answer, the doorbell of 221B rang, and the two kept quiet tacitly.Mrs. Hudson opened the door and led the guests up.

"Sherlock, it's a kid looking for you." Mrs. Hudson, who was walking in front, said, "I'll get tea and coffee."

Sherlock turned his head aside, he already knew who it was.

Knowing nothing, John was really surprised when he saw Favors coming, "Is that you? Did Inspector Lestrade ask you to come?"

"My father asked me to come. ④" Favors, who was wearing a small suit, said so, without sitting down, "Mrs. Hudson, I don't have any more tea, I'm leaving right now."

"Ha." After performing Favors, Sherlock spit out a tone of speech mockingly, "Look, what did I see? A little devil."

This suit is not a price that the Scottish inspector can afford, and the familiar and annoying tone of voice is simply a replica of Mycroft.

Sherlock knew that Mycroft had found his son when he saw Favors at Moriarty's trial.It's a pity, he still wants to use this incident to laugh at that fat man after his parents come back from the United States this Christmas.

"Is there any case that needs Sherlock's help?" Honest John asked.

"No, it's not a case." Favors looked at Sherlock, "My grandparents are back, and there is a family gathering next week."

John was still wondering when Favors had more grandparents, but Sherlock jumped up from the chair all of a sudden, as if he had heard some horrifying news, "Damn it, Christmas is just over."

"It's been more than three months." Although John didn't know why Sherlock reacted like this, he was also happy to make Sherlock feel uncomfortable.

Sherlock started pacing the room, as if he had encountered some unsolvable case.

"Sherlock? Sherlock!" John really didn't understand why he reacted like this.

But Sherlock seemed to have suddenly found the answer to the puzzle. He rushed forward and clamped John's shoulders with both hands, "New Zealand!"

"What?" John was taken aback.

"Oh, New Zealand." Sherlock pulled out a fake smile, "We're asking for a trip to New Zealand next week, aren't we?"

"You agree?" John was at a loss, he didn't understand how Sherlock's attitude changed so quickly.

Favors looked at the two of them suspiciously.

Sherlock took John's shoulders and hugged him tightly like a good buddy. "Of course, I can't wait for the wonderful trip to New Zealand. Let's go and pack our luggage." He pushed John upstairs.

"That's next week!" John protested weakly.

"Oh, they are really impatient young people, Sherlock really is." Mrs. Hudson, who watched them go upstairs in a hurry, said half reproachfully, and finally she smiled inexplicably.

"I wish them a pleasant journey." Favors showed a regretful expression.

Sherlock and John's travel date is coming up soon, and Lestrade knows about it, but he doesn't think he will be involved.

"I'm not Sherlock's babysitter!!" he complained into the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Lestrade looked at Favors guiltily, "I'm so sorry, Favors, Sherlock seems to be getting into some trouble in New Zealand, I have to follow." At this point, he secretly scolded Holmes brother. "Mycroft will find someone to take care of you, call me if you need anything, anytime."

"Okay, Dad." Favors obediently agreed, and was still helping Lestrade pack his luggage.

Before going to the airport, Lestrade personally sent Favors to the Diogenes Club. After admonishing Favors, he gave Mycroft a hard look before leaving.

Mycroft took a sip of black tea innocently, "Greg is angry."

"It's you who are so angry." Favors showed a little devil smile.

"Remember to complete your task." After McCoff slowly drank a cup of black tea, he tidied up his appearance, got into the black car at the door, and drove into a place not shown on the map.

And Favors sat in the previous seat of Mycroft, first ordered an afternoon tea, and then began to look through the materials on the table.

Moriarty is in prison, his men and his followers will never let it go, Sherlock and John must bear the brunt, and there will be an undercurrent in London, so Favors sent them all to New Zealand.

As for Moriarty's forces all over Europe, McCoff will take action himself.

Of course, it's definitely not going out to the field, it's just that McCoff remotely commands the agents who are already in place.

That's the case, the workload is not small. After Moriarty's death in "That World", it took Sherlock two years to clean it up.If Favors hadn't appeared, the Mycroft here might have planned Sherlock's fake death in the counterattack of Moriarty's men, and then carried out everything secretly.

But now that Favors has appeared, he is Mycroft's heir, why not take the opportunity to hone his heir?

So this kind of work arrangement appeared: McCoff led the agents to clean up Moriarty's forces, and Favors was handed over to Favors for some daily work that did not require showing up.

Flipping through the first page of information casually, Favors' eyes turned cold.

The official who had previously hired agents to steal his neighbor's information had been ruined by his angry revenge, but the Miss Hannah and the source of the whole thing were not over yet. ⑤