[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Three months later, Reims, France.

Mycroft stepped out from under the still gorgeous rose windows of Notre Dame, and found that the snow outside had stopped.He fished a pipe from his pocket and lit it with a snap, the thin blue flame flashing by.Slowly, smoke circles floated upwards, disappearing into the air where the sound of guns could no longer be heard.

Just a few minutes ago, under the half-collapsed dome of Notre Dame, the representatives of the German wizards handed over the instrument of surrender to the United States, Britain, France and the Soviet Union.It was undoubtedly a historic event, but few people were there.He watched them sign the two thin sheets of parchment, and then walked out by himself.Even if those Eastern Slavs want the Germans to hold another surrender ceremony in Berlin, that's not his business.

As key figures on both sides, neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald attended.All that is known is the outcome - a historic showdown between the two, in which Dumbledore won and Grindelwald voluntarily chose to be imprisoned in Nurmengard.After that came the business of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizarding Union, neither of whom seemed to care much about a formal trial.

Mycroft smoked slowly.The end was already doomed, and he had no interest in the ceremony.At the same time, he must admit that if some unforeseen events had not occurred, this moment would have been postponed for about two years.

He still remembers the expression on Sherlock's showdown with him - it has to be said that it is completely impossible to appear on the face of his underage brother.

"Time travel for unknown reasons," Sherlock told him so calmly at that time, "I am not your brother in this world."

No matter how hard Mycroft thought, he could not have imagined this result.He pondered for a while, looked at Sherlock again, and finally decided to believe it. "Then?"

Then Mycroft heard about the past, a few people from another world.Among them are him and Sherlock, and another key figure. "So you conclude that you came here because of Yang?"

"Not running," Sherlock replied, giving him a very quick glance. "I don't think you want me to stay here all the time, do you?"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow high.This is correct, even if the person in front of him said that he is his younger brother in another world, it is still different after all. "It sounds like you have a plan," he said declaratively. "My cooperation is needed."

Sherlock does have a plan.He'd spent the past few months working on the reverse of ghost incarnation—extracting the soul from the body and putting it in another body—and he'd come a long way.No one wanted to do this before, and they didn't have a soul-returning stone in their hands.

The part that required Mycroft's cooperation was to create a new body for Sherlock and completely hide it from Wei Yang.In this way, when Wei Yang leaves this world, Sherlock can use the reason "I may have to wait for you for a hundred years" to make Wei Yang tell the truth, but in fact he doesn't really intend to do so.

"Fifty years!" Sherlock couldn't help complaining, "I've waited enough!"

Mycroft considered the logic for a moment.Sherlock is convinced that Wei Yang suddenly came here after his death, that is, there is some kind of connection between the two that is not yet detectable; Sherlock also feels that this connection must also be there when Wei Yang leaves. can work.

"You mean, whenever Yang decides to die, that means he knows he's going back to his own world? He hasn't even admitted it to you, so how can you be sure?" Mycroft asked, Then received two white eyes without any surprise. "Well, I shouldn't doubt your reasoning. But even if you know him better and what you said is true, what if you blow up all of you?"

"That's what we chose ourselves." Sherlock was very confident.

Mycroft suddenly felt a toothache. "This matter is too risky." He subconsciously touched his cheek. "Maybe in your eyes it's martyrdom, but in my eyes it's equivalent to suicide. Yang's suicide should have some value, because he must have been captured by a black wizard at that time; and you..."

Sherlock glared at him, then suddenly smiled again. "You really haven't changed at all, Mycroft."

"I think you do too." Mycroft nodded sympathetically, already imagining his exhausted self in another world.This is Sherlock's temper after he died at the age of seven or eighty, how could he bear it when he was young?

"Even if you have many scruples, isn't the Soul Resurrection Stone in your hands?" Sherlock threw out his last trump card.

Mycroft felt his tooth ache worse.Originally, he held the soul-returning stone to ensure the communication, transfer and safety of Wei Yang, a special ghost spy, but now he suddenly became a hot potato—Sherlock really handed over the ring on purpose, right?Whoever wants it will take it, and Mycroft doesn't expect to live forever!

"There is no problem now?" Sherlock smiled, not to say that he was not proud.It was obvious that he would be happy to see Mycroft deflated wherever he was.

"No, there's one last one." Mycroft gave his usual smirk. "Yang really likes you like this? At least in my opinion, he is more likable than you. He looks good and has a good temper." Even if he is not as smart as Sherlock Holmes, he is already good compared to other people.

Looking at him with "Are you sure you're not self-indulgent?", Sherlock suddenly became irritable.Because he couldn't help but think that Wei Yang is really likable, and he hardly has any bad feelings with others. "He's just being stubborn!"

"Oh—" Mycroft stretched out his hands, drawing out the sound at the same time. "It looks like you were rejected by him."

Being poked in the sore foot again, Sherlock almost became angry from embarrassment. "He's just thinking too much! He doesn't mind me flipping through his phone or telling me any facts, except..."

Although he didn't understand what a mobile phone was, it didn't affect Mycroft's understanding. "Except for why you travel through time and space." He lazily added. "And you think that's just because he's 'hard-talked.'"

"He couldn't control it either! Had to! And he left me a note!" argued Sherlock. "But I think he still thinks it's a deception." His voice dropped suddenly, muttering and complaining: "It's impossible for him not to know that I can find out, so I don't understand why he cares so much about it. If it's the other way around , I'm sure he won't mind."

"That only shows that he has a sense of responsibility and respect for others better than you." Mycroft hit the nail on the head. "I said he is more likable than you, right? Normal people like this. You are better than him..." He looked Sherlock up and down, and reluctantly said: "Probably he is not as smart as you."

"You can't say that!" Sherlock suddenly became angry, "My IQ is enough for both of us!"

"Oh..." Mycroft was so shocked that he kept his mouth slightly open for a moment. "Well, it seems that this matter can only be done as you say."

The memory is over, and the tobacco leaves are slowly burning out.Mycroft turned the pipe upside down and tapped it lightly with his forefinger.The charred ashes drifted down, dotted and scattered on the stone steps covered with a layer of snow.

Soon after that conversation, Wei Yang went from Fürth to Dresden, and he witnessed a series of explosions.His potion-addicted little brother was back, thinking he'd been in fifth grade the past year without a hitch.Grindelwald took the initiative to find Dumbledore shortly thereafter, and had a famous but unknown decisive battle.

Everything is going in a good direction.His brother from another world did not leave any "last words", and his style was as clean and tidy as ever; while Wei Yang left a rather abstract portrait in his apartment in Dresden, which can barely be seen as a young black man. Send a silhouette of a boy with the topic of taking care of him.He knew without checking that there was only one person Wei Yang knew that met the requirements.

Looking after Tom Riddle?No problem, he will definitely "take care" of the child's interest in Sherlock and the Holmes family!

**

Wei Yang took off his gaming helmet and didn't relax for a while.He actually said it?He actually confessed his love to a game character when he didn't know what the situation was?Fuck, think he's always despised online dating, thinking it's totally illogical and unrealistic; but actually, when Sherlock's fingers and lips run over his skin, he actually feels shamefully...

He can't live anymore, if this matter is known, what face will he have!

No, this game is very problematic!Wei Yang suddenly remembered his doubts again, and hurriedly looked at his watch.He stayed in the second level for a year, and passed it in reality...

"……half an hour?"

One year in the game is equal to half an hour in reality?This ratio is wrong!According to the rhythm of the first level, shouldn't it be one hour?

Wei Yang was at a loss.He is a little dizzy now, which should be the sequelae of the explosion; but it is probably because he is prepared this time, and he is not as uncomfortable as the last time he was shot.So he thought about the 50 years of Sherlock, and decided to go out quickly.Even if Sherlock could live for three hundred years in that world, it would only be less than a week in reality; and Meng Yuanji is a type of dragon who sees the head but doesn't see the end, so he is lucky to catch someone in a week.

But just as he was changing his shoes, the communicator suddenly rang.Wei Yang didn't take it seriously at first, but when he copied it and looked at the screen, he immediately froze.Because it reads brightly: "Mr. Wei Yang, this is an invitation from the State Key Laboratory of Frontiers of Theoretical Physics (Institute of Physics, National Academy of Sciences). Please save the Bodo password and use it before 17:[-] today .”

Wei Yang was dumbfounded.He knows that their school's theoretical physics is awesome, and his high school dream is to enter this awesome national center, but what's the matter with the invitation code?Didn't it mean that ordinary people don't give it?

Could it be a text message from a scammer... Wei Yang thought hopelessly.But he was just thinking about it, because now the access control is generally based on bio-information codes, and the Bodo code that has reached the quantum level is only configured by high-end research institutes.And the message he received was followed by an eye-like icon, which represented that it was produced by the State Key Office and could not be forged.And it is even more impossible to send it to the wrong person. The communicator number is bound for life, and it will not be used by others even if it dies; no one has made such a low-level mistake for a long time.

Wei Yang stared at the icon and remembered that he met Meng Yuanji downstairs before.At that time, Meng Yuanji said that he was going to find Mr. Qi, so wasn't that in the State Key Office?

The author has something to say: Irresponsible Theater:

Author: Do you have any thoughts on this ending?

Demon King: Albus agreed to visit me occasionally, and I am very satisfied. [The requirements are really low] Principal: Same as above.But I'm still wondering, how can the ghost die again?The fat friar keeps asking me for a ghost!

Tom: Where did another Sherlock Holmes come from?Dumbledore finally got out of my control, why is he more troublesome than Dumbledore?

Mai Ge: I don't want to either, it's just a matter of being entrusted by others. [Inner heart: The author who specifically finds me something to do can never be my fan!

Regarding the title, we can discuss:

Juan Fu cheated the protagonist and Mike; the protagonist cheated Grindelwald and Mai; Mai cheated the protagonist and Tom; Meng Xueba cheated the protagonist; so the title of Little Expert should be given to...?