[Shen Xia] Son of Great Britain

Because of Magnussen's incident, various dignitaries raised their vigilance and began to carefully check whether their handles fell into whose hands, and even made some jokes.Their scandal had nothing to do with McCoff, until he received a secret order that he "had to" shower and change clothes to go out during gym time.

Enjoying the sunshine in the courtyard, Favors played the violin and glanced back at the black car that picked up McCoff at the door. After playing the song, he walked to the white tea table.He picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a number without pausing.

After waiting for a while, the other end was picked up.

"Hello, this is Irene Adler." A melodious and seductive female voice sounded, her light and heavy accent was very interesting, elegant and mysterious.

"It's me, Aunt Irene."

There was a pause on the other side, "Little Favors? Did something happen to you?" Her tone became normal, and there was even a little worry.

Favors sat on the dining chair and leaned lazily, "No. I just saw you on the news recently."

Irene smiled disapprovingly, "It's just a divorce, you know I don't care about that at all. You live with the Scottish Inspector now? Do you want to move in and live with me?"

"That's not necessary."

Irene didn't feel sorry either, "You, like Roseanne, prefer 'integrity'."

"Maybe," Favors said ambiguously, "but I wasn't 'honest' on this call."

The other side was quiet for a while, and Favors continued: "Do you need my help?"

"You are such a lovely kid." Irene said happily. "Now is not the time."

After exchanging a few simple greetings, the two hung up the phone.

Favors' mobile phone interface switched to a piece of news. The wife of a well-known writer had cheated, and the cheating partner was actually a couple①.It sounds like an existence that can be included in the weird news of the year, but as long as I think that person is Irene, it seems that there is nothing strange about it.

Irene Adler, known as the Dominatrix Queen or that woman, is male and female, and often provides special services to some clients. She was originally the wife of a famous writer.At a British Writers Guild party, she met Favors' mother and they became friends.Madame Rosanne, however, is straight, and Irene's invitation never pans out.

Erin would take some indecent photos and confidential information of her clients, and her phone was another Arpodo secret room.

Some time ago, a tabloid broke out photos of Irene having an affair, but in fact it was nothing to Irene and her husband.As early as last year, because of some people's stupid/stupid//desire/movement, Irene released a few photos on her mobile phone. Those large-scale photos made the two political parties make the headlines of major British daily newspapers for a week. .

Irene's ex-husband is also one of Irene's clients. He is obsessed with his queen. This time he will divorce, and most likely Irene will propose it.

McCoff received a commission from an old friend from Buckingham Palace. This matter is not too difficult, but it needs to be carried out under extremely confidential circumstances, and it is inevitable that he will go to battle in person, and McCoff has no interest in going out to the field.

He thought of his outstanding son, but when he saw the inspector's shoes at the entrance, he silently suppressed the thought.

There's something about Irene Adler that's out of character.

Thankfully, he still remembered that his son was only ten years old.

Without guilt, Mycroft decided to throw the matter to Sherlock, at least this decision would not cause Mr. Inspector to rush up and punch him.

So poor Sherlock was kidnapped to Buckingham Palace naked and wrapped in only a sheet.

Since Moriarty was caught early, Irene lacked off-court assistance, and McCoff had no scruples, so he let them play.

Unsurprisingly, Sherlock got Irene's phone and unlocked her lock screen password.

Irene lost her talisman and also her heart.

Without the information on her phone to rely on, she would not have been able to obtain protection from the British government or the witness protection program in the United States.

She won't live more than half a year.

Both Mycroft and John collected her later whereabouts for Sherlock, but unfortunately, she disappeared.Maybe it was because she was discovered while hiding her name, so she disappeared without a sound.

Mycroft had to placate Sherlock with the words of the Witness Protection Program, which of course Sherlock saw was a lie.

A few months ago, he had received a text message from Erin: Goodbye, Mr. Holmes.

But he has never heard of Irene's news, and the last message he received was also full of farewell.

Sherlock got Irene's mobile phone from Irene's file, and his face was not good.

At this moment, the screen of the phone that had been turned off suddenly lit up, and a message popped up on the interface.

-Happy Christmas Eve, Mr. Holmes. ②

- unknown source

A sudden smile broke across Sherlock's face, his eyes filled with surprise, reflected in the glass windows of the apartment.

After a long time, Sherlock cleared all the text messages and asked Watson to hand over the phone to McCoff who was in the cafe downstairs.

John worked as an errand without complaint. When he returned Irene's file and mobile phone, Mycroft asked, "How is he?"

"Uh, maybe not so good. He asked me for the phone and returned it quickly." John didn't think his poor lying skills could fool Sherlock.

"Mobile phone?" Mycroft was thoughtful. He took out the mobile phone in the file bag and opened the message. Apart from the documents and pictures that had been emptied, the text message box was also blank.

The corners of Mycroft's mouth twitched, and he was no longer as distressed as before.

He asked John abruptly, "You should go and change."

"What?" John didn't understand how the subject jumped.

But soon, he understood.

In Mycroft's car, he and Sherlock were almost kidnapped.

John was stunned. Wasn't McCoff still worried about his younger brother just now?Why did you come to kidnap again?

Sitting in the passenger seat, he looked back frequently. Sherlock looked impatient and turned his head to look out the window, while Mycroft sat upright and taught Sherlock loudly, "Mommy misses you very much. You shouldn't worry her."

Sherlock looked resentful. He originally wanted to take advantage of this incident to not go back logically, but McCoff didn't let him go at all.

"What Mommy wants to see more is you and your son, aha, and your son's other father." Sherlock replied.

John looked confused, isn't Sherlock sad?Why didn't Mycroft consider Sherlock's mood at all?

"Who can explain to me?" He asked with a straight face.

Sherlock revealed the meaning of "ask this fat man" with his expression, while Mycroft spread his hands, "I think my mother will be very interested in you."

Sherlock scolded from the side: "Dedicated//manipulated/crazy. You just want to use me to distract Mommy."

Mycroft spoke earnestly, "I think Mommy will care more about your affairs, since I already have Favors. John or her? To be honest, I recommend you to choose the former."

The client, John, seemed to understand something, "That woman isn't dead?"

The two brothers glanced at him together, but neither replied to him.

Feeling that he was the only one being played around from the beginning to the end, when the sulking John saw Lestrade who came to pick them up at the destination, he couldn't help feeling a sense of sympathy, and most of his anger subsided.

Lestrade greeted them outside Holmes' house. When he saw Sherlock and John, he was slightly surprised, but not particularly surprised.

"Happy Christmas Eve." He gave John and Sherlock a hug.

They walked into the house, and the old Mrs. Holmes, who was busy in the kitchen, hurried forward, greeted them warmly, and blamed Mycroft, "Mike, you still told me that Sherlock would not come back at noon. Oh, I wish I was ready." There are enough ingredients."

Mycroft sat down on the sofa weakly, "I think Sherlock should explain the reason to you. Don't worry, your Christmas dinner is more than enough."

Mrs. Holmes still said, "No, I should prepare more. It's almost time for dinner, boys, and I need your help." She looked at her two bored sons.

"This is Mycroft's problem, I think he can solve it very well." Sherlock actually smiled at McCoff.

"I've donated my laptop with the security of the world to chop vegetables for you ③, maybe you want to have a good chat with Sherlock." Mycroft didn't move a bit, as if no one could separate him from the sofa .

John and Lestrade really couldn't bear to see these two wayward guys, so they volunteered themselves.

The old Mrs. Holmes took one hand and stared at the two brothers in front of her, "You should really learn from Greg and John, especially you—Mike, you should set a good example for Favors."

Favors, who was playing chess with Mr. Holmes, cast an innocent look, in exchange for Sherlock's slight snort.

The two brothers did not stay in the kitchen to block the eyes, they came to the living room.There is a big Christmas tree here, perhaps because of Favors this year, there are more decorations on this Christmas tree than in previous years.There were a lot of gift boxes piled up under the tree, and some were even placed on the sofa because they couldn't fit in the pile.

Sherlock rudely opened the gift box on the sofa and sat down. Mycroft stood and reminded him, "Maybe there are John's gifts in it." He had already sent someone to transfer all the Christmas gifts received by several people here.

Sherlock looked up at the pile of presents, and suddenly asked, "Whose pile belongs to the left side of the tree?"

The pile of gifts on the left is brightly colored, and one of them is wrapped in blood red. "Favors's, he has been liked by many people, and he has received more gifts than you." Mycroft looked carefully, but found nothing special.

Sherlock stared at the blood-red gift for a while④, then looked away and replied; "Also, more than you."

Of course, Mycroft didn't care about this. He bent down and picked up a firewood by the fireplace and threw it in. "It seems that Mommy likes John very much."

As an old enemy, Sherlock certainly understands what he is talking about, "Love is very simple and deadly⑤, I need to keep my head clear so that I won't have that ridiculous weakness."

"Of course, what you said is right." Mycroft rarely agrees, "But having a partner, I think it's not bad, at least it can take care of you."

At this moment, Favors knocked on the door and came in.

"Father, Sherlock, Grandma asked me to remind you that it's not time to open the presents yet." Favors, who was wearing a long red sweater, said.

Sherlock gave him a deep look, and Favors looked at him with a smile on his face.

"It's time for you to retire and die in your cake, fat man."

"I think it's almost time." Mycroft looked at his son.

Although there is no proof, in this world, only Holmes can hide from Holmes.The moment he realized that Irene was not only not dead, but had disappeared from under his nose, Mycroft knew the answer.

The "Apodo" that has been transformed, the "Queen" with fatal charm, and maybe more...

Apparently, his son, a Holmes, would not be content with inheriting from someone else.

He is building his own power, what kind of existence will that be?

The powerful and controlling /control//"office detective" Mycroft Holmes has some expectations at this moment.

This is probably what the father expects from the son.

Human emotions have appeared in Iceman one after another. These are his weaknesses, but they are also parts that he cannot let go of.

Christmas dinner arrives amid the torment of the two brothers.

At the dinner table, those clichéd old topics were inevitably brought up.

"What does Favors want to do in the future?" Mrs. Holmes asked.In fact, she sees better than anyone else that her three children have unparalleled minds, and Favors is the same.

Favors looked at Mycroft and replied, "Maybe it's an agent."

"MI[-]?" Lestrade frowned.

Favors's eyes shone with excitement, "No, it's another kind of agent."

A violin blared from the radio interrupted their chat.

"Did anyone play the music?" asked old Mrs. Holmes.

No one answered, but also no one to turn it off.

There was a sudden silence at the dining table, only this very familiar violin piece was fluttering in the room.

Favors jumped down from the dining table and fetched two violins. He took the small handle and handed the big one to Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't want to perform like a monkey, but this time when he heard the violin on the radio, he didn't say anything, and set up the violin with Favors.

The three violins were in tune very quickly, Sherlock closed his eyes tightly, his face became paler the more he played, as if recalling some bad memory.

The old Mrs. Holmes at the dining table also shed tears for some reason, and was embraced by the old Mr. Holmes, listening to the familiar music together.

John and Lestrade vaguely felt that something was wrong.

At the end of the performance, the Holmes couple and Sherlock shouted angrily——

"Mycroft!"

Before Mycroft had time to say anything to his cheating son, he had to deal with his family's accusations against him about Oulos.

"Merry Christmas!"