[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

Mycroft's travel necessities include a three-piece suit, a small black umbrella, a small black car, and a capable assistant.

These are proofs of reaching a certain level, not tedious details that Sherlock despises.

Sherlock is sick of this!They annoyed Sherlock, who had nothing to do when he first arrived in London, for a long time! —Brothers who live in the same apartment will inevitably go out together, you know.

"Stop trying to sort out your backup plans! The streets of London are stuck in the same spot every day, unless you're going to start a war, when you're out on your own!"

Sherlock can perfectly understand the deep meaning behind most of Mycroft's actions, for example, when he stares at his notebook for more than three seconds before leaving the house, what will the brain that rotates slightly faster than Sherlock think.

"Sherlock, you have to know that life is always full of various accidents. Although it is a pity, some people can't control it." Mycroft held an umbrella, but the smile on his face did not seem to be what he said. As powerless as you are, but proud of being in control.

"Oh! Perverted control freak!"

These things, if you think about them, at least five or six years ago.

In fact, McCoff is not only so equipped when traveling, to be precise, every minute of the 24 hours of the day, McCoff is always available to attend the banquet at Buckingham Palace.

The same is true in the car where he is getting off work. Today, McCoff got off work a little earlier, and the capable assistant lady was pressing the blackberry on the co-pilot quickly. There is always something to pass the long and boring traffic jam.

"Traffic jam? It's rare, I thought there might be something interesting tonight?"

Mycroft looked at the section of the road where the traffic was blocked, this is really a good location, a clothing store, a restaurant that suits his own taste, an opera house, so elegant and boring that it suits the preferences of an old man, such a deserted combination There are not many times when there will be traffic jams!

The assistant said in a straight tone, "Sorry, Sir, I think you may not be able to get off work on time today."

Mycroft nodded his chin reservedly.

"Sir, I think there may be something you can look at."

"What?" Mycroft's voice was long and curly, with a British accent, but he was not slow at all to take over the assistant's blackberry.

Sure enough, it was about his younger brother.

"ASTudyinPink{pink research}? How did this little brain come up with it?"

This is much more poetic than my younger brother, Dr. John Watson's blog, there are only a few articles on it, and most of them are boring and almost blank diaries. Most of the poor interviews on the blog are concentrated in this article called Above the most recent chapter of Pink Research.

The content of it is probably a story about a young brother fighting wits and courage with a taxi driver.

Oh come on!Mycroft was amazed by the dramatic talent of the cute Teddy. If the case were straightened out from the beginning, the murderer's occupation could be discovered at the very beginning, without the need for this dramatic "fight of wits" at all!

Of course, McCoff doesn't have the enthusiasm of his younger brother like a perpetual motion machine, and McCoff's greatest attention to these cases is only to take a few glances at the younger brother's dynamics.

Young brother's lovely roommate's blog isn't getting enough traffic yet.

However, it seems that Teddy and the younger brother are very compatible, whether it is Teddy's amazing dramatic talent, or for the younger brother's amazing ability to dramatize everything, it is very interesting, and this blog, It's sure to catch fire.

"You can pay attention."

"Yes, sir."

In fact, it has been 5 minutes since the traffic jam started, and the traffic flow has not moved forward.

"There was a car accident ahead, Sir, our people are unblocking it."

Mycroft waved his hand. A deserted street in London will be stuck in a traffic jam for 5 minutes. This is not McCoff's understanding of normal accidents.After getting out of the car, Mycroft leaned on a small black umbrella and looked at the several shops across the street. Perhaps it would be a good choice to have an early dinner once in a while.

The typical old-fashioned decoration may not be gorgeous and refined enough. Every service staff has a decent but somewhat distant smile, and this, a novice service staff.

"Sir, what can I do for you."

"It's a bit of a hassle to always have rain gear in London."

Mycroft's small black umbrella was handed to the enthusiastic service staff, and then he was led to a quiet seat, where he ordered and ate.

Everything is like a normal working meal in MI6 on weekdays.

As always, Mycroft silently thought in his heart that the diet menu does not include accidents when going out.

In fact, the only time when I care about what is on the diet list is when my younger brother cares about the poor few pounds of meat.

Before the tableware was put down, the novice service staff who had just been guided came to the table very nervously.

"Sir, it's very presumptuous, I thought, if possible, can I get to know you?"

The waiter looks good.

He has black hair and brown eyes, is a little short, but has slender limbs. At this time, his face is still pink, and he doesn't seem to strike up conversations often, and this action made him exhaust all his strength. Just this sentence, His chest was constantly rising and falling, and he was a very cute young man with a smile.

"Well?"

"Well, I think you are really a gentleman!"

It seemed that the young man was so shy that he couldn't figure it out, his breathing was unsteady, and he even blushed even more when he saw Mycroft.

"I mean, oh, I mean, I like, oh no, I really appreciate a gentleman with an old-fashioned British style, you know, it's hard to find these days, and then, I choose to work here, so, I thought it would be easier, but I didn’t expect to meet a gentleman like you, with your long voice and uplifting and gorgeous tone, as well as your decent dress and demeanor, I mean, you are really a gentleman gone."

The young man with an Irish accent said a lot, and then realized that he was too aggressive, lowered his head, and kept peeking at McCoff.

It seemed like a little girl who just confessed, speaking quickly: "I've never met a gentleman like you, I'm sorry for being so rude, I mean, can I get to know you?"

Mycroft put down the cutlery and looked at the waiter.

"Well, a fan of my younger brother?"

【Gay|Dr.|Uncomfortable|Childhood Shadow|Dangerous|Liar|Crime】

At first glance, McCoff saw most of the 'servant''s labels and guessed he was the culprit of the traffic jam.

"So, what's your name? This Fan who belongs to my younger brother?"

Clever, criminal, a fan of a younger brother.

In fact, Mycroft used to have a dream quite often.A dream about Tiancai's younger brother, about a crime.

In the dream, Sherlock is about to die.

Countless soldiers and policemen surrounded his little brother heavily, but Mycroft stood with the soldiers, besieging his skinny little brother like a poor Siamese cat.

In the dream, Mycroft was powerless, not even able to control himself.Because Mycroft is always the one who wants to stand next to the younger brother, not opposite him, no matter what.

Either crime or murder.

Sherlock killed someone without knowing it, and looked at himself expressionlessly.

Do not!

That little curly-haired boy was crying miserably!

McCoff had to yell out over and over again: 'Don'tfire! Don't fire! '

'Oh, Sherlock, what have youdone? 'Thousands of words, Mycroft can only be attributed to one sentence in the end.

Then Sherlock is going to die.Mycroft knew that after killing someone, Sherlock would eventually die.

Fortunately, this is just a dream.

What you need to do as a brother is not just to shed a few remaining hairs after waking up for this dream every night, but also to worry about what that manic little brother will do to make this dream come true, And how can we deal with the consequences after this kind of thing happens.

This little brother who always attracts strange fanatics!

"Jim Moriarty, I thought you'd choose the dress shop next door, Sir."

Mycroft looked at this young man who called himself Jim, Well, fortunately, the younger brother didn't choose the path of crime or something like his strange fanatic at the moment.