[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

weare allin the gutter,

but some of us are looking at the stars.

【We live in the gutter,

But there are still people who look up to the stars. 】

wilde.In the conversation of so-called gentlemen, the topic of poetry is indispensable. Mycroft occasionally needs this topic, and this poet who was imprisoned for homosexuality in Victoria is naturally one of the topics.

It has to be said that the cause of the crime back then can be said to be a good talk now.About his relationship with his gay man.

Mycroft looked at the envelopes and handwriting one by one, and found that they were all very common ones that could be purchased from the streets of London, and the postmark address was Barts Hospital.It was Moriarty's post, no doubt.

What the letter hinted at was unclear, but at least it couldn't be that Moriarty was bored enough to send a love poem or something. Put this letter down first, and then deal with other things.

But Mycroft asked Miss Assistant to arrange someone to monitor the statue on Adelaide Street near Trafalgar Square. There was a statue of Wilde there, and the poem engraved on it was this sentence.

Moriarty is a bit slippery, there is no need to start a panic now, especially now that it is impossible to determine the universal code, McCoff asked a few computer experts, but they are all negative and skeptical about the possibility of this code attitude, and the only way to determine the real possibility is to see if there is any major news from WikiLeaks.

Mycroft hopes that Sherlock can go far away from London before subduing Moriarty, but Sherlock actually returned to London without staying in Belarus for two days, and now he can only hope that Sherlock can stay away from Moriarty .

It's easy to do, just give him a case.

Mycroft has learned the lesson from the last time, and this time the case is also a simple case, but according to McCoff's arrangement, when Sherlock starts to investigate, people will continue to give Sherlock misleading information, all of which are made by Mycroft decided that he would definitely be able to keep Sherlock busy for a long time without being so bored.

And this case seems to be quite interesting on the surface, the state secret Bruce Partington plan.

Sherlock returned to London from Minsk, broke into Mycroft's house that night, nearly toppled the whole house, and found nothing suspicious, lost his temper at McCoff, and then became angry I returned to 221B.

London was far from what Sherlock expected, what kind of terrorist attack happened or what would worry Mycroft, and in the next few days, it was so dull that Sherlock was bored to the point of mania.However, when a manic Sherlock brought back a head from Butts Hospital and threw another tantrum at John, something less safe happened.

Mycroft received a message from the assistant when he was just falling asleep.

For a moment Mycroft wished that even the beginning of World War III would be better than being a younger brother again.Only those two things were of a level that would allow Mycroft to answer the phone at night.

However, it is obvious that the safety of the world is much more stable than his younger brother's mood.

"Sir, there was an explosion in the apartment opposite your brother."

Mycroft was a little nervous for a moment, wiped the decayed tooth with the tip of his tongue, then calmed down, and then asked: "Man-made, or an accident?"

"I'm afraid it's artificial. In fact, I have investigated it before. The apartment opposite is an empty house."

So, in fact, Mycroft's younger brother is now in a state of no nest.

Mycroft touched his hairline, really want to sleep now, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep tonight.The younger brother will come here in a while, and the younger brother will definitely not let him sleep peacefully, whether it is because he is bored or because he didn't get a satisfactory explanation last time.

Mycroft was wearing pajamas, and Sherlock, who had traveled across most of London to come here, was also in pajamas.

Sherlock wore his pajamas like a piece of rag, hanging loosely on his body, even without a belt. He was wearing a gray-blue vest and loose pajama pants inside. I don't know what the taxi driver said. He also ignored the disheveled clothes and sent him to a high-end residential area here.

When Sherlock came to McCoff's apartment, which was actually a very luxurious villa, what he saw was McCoff sitting on the sofa in the living room, closing his eyes and resting, waiting for someone, and then opened his eyes after entering the room. Opening his eyes, he looked at his pajamas with a look of disapproval, which made Sherlock snort, and then threw himself onto another sofa, huddled up like 221B, as if he planned to spend the night like this.

There is a sense of coercion from Mycroft in the silence, and the high-frequency fluctuations of another kind of thinking are mixed in the air. Everything is like a silent suppression!

This made Sherlock turn over several times in less than 5 minutes, and the sound became louder and louder. Finally, before Sherlock couldn't help making noise from his throat, Mycroft got up first.

"You can go back to your room to sleep, then I'm going to rest." Mycroft's pajamas are made of silk, and he looks a little fat. Mycroft is indeed a little sleepy. If it wasn't for waiting for Sherlock, he would probably have go to bed.After Sherlock came, he could rest, and hoped that he would not disturb his sleep.

Mycroft was glad that Sherlock seemed to really intend to stay obedient, and didn't argue with Mycroft, or let McCoff play some games with him or something like that.There is a place in Mycroft's room that looks like a baby's room, with all kinds of toys in it that Sherlock would be interested in.It's hard to believe, but Sherlock, who is called a freak or a genius outside, really likes this kind of game. No one knows that he still likes women like magazines.

Probably because these things are all the reasons why he put them here in Mycroft.

"Are you going to read yourself a bedtime story before you go to sleep, little Mike?"

When Mycroft was about to fall asleep, Sherlock stood by the bed, saw a book of fairy tales on the bedside at a glance, picked it up and flipped through it, the collection of fairy tales of the Happy Prince.

A collection of fairy tales that were unanimously rejected by the Holmes brothers.

"Sherlock." Mycroft opened his eyes, watched the younger brother go to bed on his own, and pushed himself away, turned on the light by the bed, leaned on the bed and flipped through the book , "You should go to your own room and don't disturb my sleep." Mycroft lowered his voice, his eyes were very tired, but he had to deal with Sherlock with great energy, trying his best to leave as soon as possible.

"Do not."

"You are an adult now, don't lie on your brother's bed reading fairy tales!"

"Could it be that I'm sleeping here so that you can't sleep?" Sherlock put on a mocking expression on his face during the brother wars, and Mycroft was very sure that he saw "you" on Sherlock's face. He is a nasty and hypocritical person who harbors ill intentions towards his younger brother. '

Mycroft responded to Sherlock with a flat to cold expression, Sherlock sneered, and then said: "The quilt in that room can be thrown away, it's damp and dirty."

Facing Sherlock like this, Mycroft couldn't help but want to sigh, Sherlock didn't go to that room, no matter whether the quilt in that room was newly changed, "Then you have to be quiet, I still have work tomorrow morning, recently, I am busy."

"Nope!" Sherlock replied bluntly, using the bedside lamp as a toy, fiddled with it back and forth, the light in the room flickered, and then offered his own opinion: "Let's play a little game."

"They're in your room if you'd like to get them."

"Boring!" Sherlock yelled again, apparently John had to help even the cell phone in his pocket on weekdays. He didn't want to leave the bed at all at the moment, then picked up the book that had been thrown by the bed, and placed it in Mycroft's at hand. "Then a bedside story. If it will put me to sleep."

Mycroft's eyelids were almost twitching, but at this moment he had to read a bedside story to Sherlock, a 27-year-old adult!

Without McCaw's reminder, Sherlock turned off the bedside lamp on his side, and turned on the bedside lamp on his side for McCaw, which was so dazzling that McCaw Husband can't open his eyes!

Then Sherlock lay on the pillow, covered himself with the quilt, and made a request to the sleepy Mycroft who was trying to read the story.

"If Wilde's story, then read it to me in French!"