[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

"Sherlock!~"

A strange and uplifting tone, trembling with excitement, the man named Jim was as excited as a teenager seeing his favorite football star.

What Mycroft identified was not wrong, it was indeed Sherlock's fan, even a little fanatical.

"Yes, it's Sherlock!"

While Mycroft was thinking about whether to call someone to take him away or what, Moriarty was already excited again.

"It's unimaginable, or is he worthy of being Sherlock's brother? He is also smart and sensitive! It's amazing!"

Mycroft nodded his chin reservedly, disapproving in his heart.

If you have to listen to every boast, probably the documents of the British government will be piled up in the garbage dump. Mycroft prefers to listen to the awkward noise of the younger brother. Of course, it would be better if the communication is more normal .

"Actually, I have been paying attention to Charlotte, uh, Mr. Holmes for a long time. Really, your brother is really amazing!"

McCoff interrupted him with a smile: "Actually, Mr. Moriarty, I think it's better to introduce yourself as a social etiquette, otherwise, these fluffy words are really difficult to make people feel uncomfortable." Want to continue this conversation.

Maybe you'd like to have a chat with Scotland Yard about why you'd find someone's brother just to compliment something that doesn't matter, that's not what a normal fan should do.

Perhaps, we prefer to call this kind of behavior-stalking. "

Moriarty opened his mouth and stared at Mycroft stunned, as if seeing his idol disillusioned in front of him. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. It took him a while to recover, and his puffed chest also shrank. After falling down, the whole person was depressed.

"Well, actually, it's Yuta, you really, no, I thought, as an elder brother, you can also see the light that belongs to your younger brother."

Moriarty casually tore off the bow tie that belonged to the waiter twice, and casually sat on the seat opposite to McCoff, in a completely different state from just now.

With a slightly arched back, he wiped a handful of hair that was originally well-fitting, making it a little messy in an instant, his eyes looked down and habitually swept to the left and right from time to time, the lower eyelids were dark, probably because of life For the sake of indulgence, sitting on a chair will start to shake your legs to the rhythm of the music, just like the rebellious youths in hip-hop clothes on the street.

This is in line with McCoff's guess about childhood shadows and restlessness.

"Forget it, I really deserve to be a politician, I'm just an ordinary fan! There are many people who know your brother. I'm just curious to get in touch with Mr. Holmes' life, and then I heard that there is a brother who will find you of it."

Mycroft got up, not used to not having a small black umbrella in his hand, not only did he not relax when he heard Moriarty's words, but he held back his smile and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Because of you, I wasted at least half an hour of my time. I think if there is no accurate explanation why you would know that the MI6 car will pass here at this time, I think I can ask you to go back to MI6 , for the crime of violating national security."

Mycroft looked at his watch, then got up. "It would be more productive to go back to MI6 than to waste time here. Well, if you have something to say, maybe you can spare this trip."

Moriarty opened his mouth again, his shoulders slumped, he waved his hands as if surrendering, and exhaled a breath of disdain from his nose, which was somewhat Irish-spirited, "Okay, okay, this kind of thing, There is always a newspaper or something that knows!"

McCoff still kept smiling, but Moriarty gave up completely, "AllRight! AllRight! One of my strengths is honesty! Let me tell you!"

The smile raised by the honest Moriarty before was terribly false, but it was still pretty. He pointed to the newspaper on the side with an innocent face: "Since someone can have dinner with the Prime Minister or something, why should he Can't you tell me something about my idol?"

McCoff looked at the newspaper with no relevant information, but frowned. Magnuson, an insignificant but troublesome existence, this outsider who does not belong to the UK, crawled out of a ditch like The British tabloids are famous all over the world. They listen to all the secrets and scandals. It is said that most of the London tabloids have his shadow behind him. At the same time, he also intervenes in many large newspapers in the UK, such as The Guardian, Daily Mail, etc.But he's smart enough not to reach out to people with political power, and he's befriended every British prime minister, which makes him cunning and hard to catch.

"This explanation doesn't explain anything, I hope you can continue to be a pure admirer honestly and not do some unwise things, otherwise, you know what MI6's job is.

Regarding the car accident ahead, you must be responsible for something, right? "

Mycroft became a little impatient, motioned for the real service staff to bring the small black umbrella, and then planned to walk out.

"No! Sir, you can't do this, I'm just a simple person who makes some suggestions!!"

Mycroft turned his head and smiled hypocritically, then nodded with his chin to the Scotland Yard police officers who were pushing open the restaurant door.

"Maybe, they would like to hear your explanation."

The originally congested street slowly circulated after McCoff got off the car. When McCoff came out of the restaurant, it was already dark. The most eye-catching thing on the deserted street was the police car parked on the street. When walking towards his little black car, he inevitably faced the police coming from the opposite side.

"What's the matter again? Your brother made Scotland Yard lose face in front of the entire London media last time! During the press conference, everyone received his text message! Why can he report to everyone's number and send mass messages! Could it be that MI6 is really bored enough to send text messages for others?"

The person who spoke was not angry but complained more. This person has long been used to making things difficult for his younger brother, and he can do his best for Scotland Yard's funds.

God knows, McCoff really doesn't want to cut off Scotland Yard's funds for the sake of his younger brother.

"Sorry, actually, my working hours are up, I'm off work. Regarding the last question, actually after the second day, no one paid attention to Scotland Yard's mistakes."

Mycroft's smile was decent and careless, Inspector Lestrade, who had been complaining just now, was speechless, his face flushed and he growled, "Damn Brother Holmes!"

The assistant and Mr. Inspector explained the connection between the car accident and Moriarty in the restaurant. From the transparent window, you can see the collapse and helplessness on Moriarty's face when he saw Mr. Inspector.

Just leave the follow-up time to Mr. Inspector.

When McCoff returned to the apartment, he was about an hour late. When he got home, he found that his apartment had already been entered first.

Sherlock's casualness in Mycroft's apartment is even far more than that in his own apartment. If there were no special agents stopping him, Sherlock would definitely want to move those various experiments in!

When Mycroft entered the room, what he saw was sitting on the bed and looking at the screen on the opposite wall. On the screen was an empty room, which was room 221B.

"I really didn't expect that you installed all the room monitors in 221B so quickly, much faster than John moved in!"

"Thanks for the boast."

Mycroft's reply was very reserved, but Sherlock's expression turned into disgust in an instant, "Perverted control freak! I thought that working in the CIA as a guest was enough to keep you busy!"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, then looked around the room, and looked at the phone in his room without any trace, then looked at Sherlock, waiting for Sherlock to speak.

"Stop pretending! That's it, there's a call from the FBI in the United States, asking you to take some goddamn psychological test or something.

Are you finally seeing a therapist for your control freak and obsessive-compulsive disorder, on top of your non-stop dentist visits? "

The sarcasm on Sherlock's face is kind of cute, a bit like Sherlock's angry look when Mycroft left his hometown to go to school.

The face is round and puffy, and the little curly hair on one head is trembling like dissatisfaction.

"It's the BAU of the FBI. This is not a treatment meeting. Every time you go to work in the CIA, you will need a routine meeting. In fact, every member of the CIA will accept a similar interview every year.

Also, I have my own psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter, an expert in psychology. I think he is very good at crimes. We can often chat about you. "

McCoff ignored Sherlock's dissatisfaction snorting from his nose, walked to the phone, and listened to the latest message.

"This is Aaron Hotch, Mr. Holmes, I want to talk about the timing of your meeting. Actually, we are not in Washington. I wonder if it is possible to postpone the meeting for a few days, or, is it possible? What about transferring the meeting address? Sorry for the inconvenience, please call back."