[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

What kind of person needs to be able to do it - to entrap others behind their backs, and to show that I am very good to you - like this?McCoff did it.

In the evening of the same day, John’s blog was updated, about his trip to Buckingham Palace and Belgovia, and introduced in detail what he saw and heard in Buckingham Palace, Sherlock’s Greek goddess modeling anecdote, TheWoman’s shirt , those readers who like Sherlock's legendary novels like these, John even complained about the crystal ashtray, where did Sherlock steal it back after quitting smoking?

"John, I saw your blog." When Mycroft called John, his voice was always silky and deep.

This made John a little flattered. Mycroft admired John's writing and language drama very much. As long as McCoff wanted, he could say something that everyone would find pleasant. John was a little flattered by his praise, but the former military doctor The understanding of McCoff's nature of going to the Three Treasures Hall for everything keeps him awake.

"Mycroft, call me at night, isn't it just to boast about my writing?"

"Of course, although I appreciate your article very much, I have to remind you that for your sake, it is better to keep a little mystery in this unresolved case. In addition, regarding what you saw and heard at Buckingham Palace today, It should be kept confidential. Although you have not signed a non-disclosure agreement."

"Oh!? Do you want this??!"

John called out in a low voice, "I don't know what we're talking about today is so important?"

McCoff also nodded where John couldn't see, "Although it hasn't reached that level, it still needs some secrecy. I hope you can revise your blog before too many people see it. .”

John compromised and said okay, and then said to McCoff, "Today we met a few Americans at The Woman, and they came here for her, will it have any effect?"

Mycroft lifted the corners of his mouth upwards, and made a smirk that Sherlock could understand at a glance, "I see, thank you, John."

John had nothing to say. In fact, he and McCoff didn't know each other well. How could they talk on the phone? He was waiting for McCoff to hang up, because it seemed like McCoff hung up on someone else's phone instead of being hung up on People, but he waited for a while and the phone was still connected.

"Mycroft?" John asked, it's not very pleasant to play guessing games with the Holmes brothers all the time!

"I'm here."

"Then—?" John didn't understand what McCoff was doing at all, why didn't he hang up the phone?

"Blog, John."

John immediately slapped the phone on the table, "Alright! Alright! Bloody Holmes brother!"

He pulled out his notebook, opened his blog, and clicked on the edited log to modify it.

Mycroft heard the constant sound of typing on the keyboard on the phone. John typed very slowly with two fingers, and occasionally made mistakes. From this, he could hear John's curse mixed in sometimes, and there was another Two sentences aimed at Mycroft, such as "Damn control freak!" "The Holmes family bastards deserve such a beating!", until John said it was okay, and he hung up on Mycroft.

When McCoff refreshed John's blog again, there was a special mark in it, thanking McCoff for his reminder.

I hope he really appreciates it!McCoff thought so.

Irene is a smart woman, she restrained Mykoff, escaped from Sherlock, and left Sherlock with a deep memory, and used Sherlock to give Mykoff a warning.But because she is smart enough, what she did to Sherlock was just a joke.

When Mycroft arrived at 221B the next morning, Sherlock seemed to have returned to normal, enjoying breakfast with Mrs. Hudson with John.

Mycroft didn't sit down, but stood aside and casually put his hands in his trouser pockets, asking questions that he already knew the results of. When he was a little unhappy, he only met once, and Sherlock subconsciously supported Irene. up.

"She's not interested in blackmail, she just wants ... security, for some reason."

Mycroft couldn't help frowning, but Sherlock thought of something else, "You stopped the investigation of the shooting in her apartment, right?"

"She still has the photo, how do we investigate? Our hands are tied."

"She must like your words, don't you understand, that camera phone is his protection from prison. Let him go and treat her like royalty, Mycroft."

Mycroft looked away for a moment, but Sherlock had been staring at his newspaper, ignoring McCoff, and John interjected, by the way, to get revenge on McCoff's phone call last night, "Don't be like she was with the royal family." alright."

Mycroft smiled back at John. Although John was teasing, it also relieved McCoff's embarrassment. His younger brother seemed to want to ignore him.

However, Mycroft's smile froze in an instant, because he heard a very indecent voice, an ambiguous moan from a woman. Mycroft tried to find the source of the sound in the direction where the sound just sounded, and John first proposed Question, "What was this just now?"

"Short message."

Sherlock's answer was extremely concise, and John's expression was subtle. Mycroft tried to find the cell phone beside him. Sherlock, who was eating, got up and went around to McCoff's side, picked up the cell phone on the fireplace, and The message was opened by McCoff's side, but the distance was a bit far away.

Sherlock asked Mycroft if he knew that someone was chasing Irene. At this moment, Mycroft was more interested in Sherlock's mobile phone. What he saw was an unsigned good morning message, calling Sherlock Mr. Holmes, So I haven't waited for Mycroft to answer.

"I think it's a professional killer from the CIA." Sherlock replied to the message while putting forward his own guess.

Mycrof simply replied Yep, which made John, who reminded Mecrof last night, instantly feel stupid! John's sarcasm speaks to Mycroft, and Mrs. Hudson lectures on brotherhood as Mrs. Hudson serves the meal.

"Shut up, Mrs. Hudson!" Mycroft replied impatiently and rudely.

It is obvious that Sherlock needs more attention now!no doubt.If the text message came from Irene Adler, why would there be an intimate text message saying hello every day, with such an ambiguous moaning voice, and most importantly, why would Sherlock still reply?It's just that the guardianship of 221B was relaxed recently, and this woman slipped in!

"Mycroft!"

Sherlock's roar, and the three men's glares.

The irritable Mycroft calmed down in an instant, and took a few seconds to calm down his gaffe. McCoff said in the nature of his little civil servant: "Apologize."

"Thank you."

"But please shut up," said Sherlock to Mrs. Hudson.

McCoff also wanted to sarcastically say that his younger brother asked him to follow Irene's Whiplash World account on Twitter, but he felt the vibration of the phone, and McCoff went to the door to answer the phone.

The phone call from the United States, the report from the CIA, they confirmed that Assange had recently returned to London, and at the same time sent to monitor Irene to make sure that she could not decipher the key and arrest him at any time, to ask McCoff about The opinions on the Coventry plan are still implemented at this moment.

Now there are three breakthroughs in this matter. Let the people from the CIA Central Intelligence Agency keep an eye on Irene, and the people from MI[-] search for Moriarty, and then send someone to find Julian Assange. Not all is lost.

"The Bond Helicopter departs as planned, and we will discuss it with the Coventry team. We will talk about it later." Mycroft hung up the phone, and the plan must be successfully implemented.

In the first half of the year, the impact of the terrorist incident in which more than [-] people were injured by Moriarty has not disappeared. Many terrorist organizations have targeted London, England. The flight that killed hundreds of people was the plan of many terrorist organizations. There was such a thing a while ago, but it was a small flight to Germany. Mycroft arranged some dead people to replace the seats, and arranged it as a plane crash with some dead people.But one of McCoff's agents forgot to put the body on the flight, which cost him his job.

At this moment, Mycroft got the news that the goal of the terrorist organization was to blow up the entire plane, which was much more troublesome than before.At the same time, if it is really exposed, the impact will be much greater. It is hard to imagine how much impact it will have on the government if two terrorist attacks occur in London within a year.

So, he'd have to get his younger brother out of the affair, if he didn't want to make the plan dramatic.

But his younger brother is still so smart. After Mycroft answered the phone, he discovered that McCoff needed something else from Irene. He talked about his discovery, and got up to invade the close distance of McCoff, ignoring Contrary to Mycroft's deadpan expression, reasoning excited him.

"A big event is about to happen, isn't it?" He kept looking at the subtle expressions of Mycroft, and his voice trembled with excitement, which was extremely imperceptible.

Mycroft lowered his eyelids, not wanting to face his little brother at such a close distance, and also didn't like to say no when looking directly into Sherlock's eyes.

"The matter of Irene Adler is no longer relevant to you."

Mycroft said, and then suddenly realized that he was a little tougher, because Sherlock was always like a child, ignorant of the sky and the earth, "From now on, you are not allowed to take care of this matter."

"Oh, Will I?"

"Yes, Sherlock." Mycroft smirked, and then said seriously, showing a brother's gesture, "You must obey."

Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other, and when he realized McCoff's seriousness, he looked away, made a child's anger, snorted slightly, and turned around.

"I'm sorry that I have to leave, I have to apologize to an old friend sincerely." Mycrof bowed slightly, making a faux pas.

Sherlock set up his violin by the window, "Say hello to her for me."

Mycroft opened his mouth slightly, and turned around helplessly. Yes, he was going to apologize to the Queen, for Sherlock didn't get back the photo of that Highness.

Sherlock even sent Mycroft off behind him.

God save the queen with what he's pulling!