[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

Like a turbulent turbulence, it seemed to be going smoothly but turned sharply at a certain point. The Coventry plan, which was originally planned to be implemented in the early morning of the next day, was revealed the day before the implementation.

Mycroft pondered for a day, and even McCoff couldn't help sighing, just one day, countless plans, and countless losses once they were defeated.

The person who can decipher the code at the last moment is not an option, and it is undoubtedly Sherlock.

Memories of the past flooded in front of his eyes in an instant, and whether Sherlock's ignorance was due to his own mistakes.Mycroft is used to indulging Sherlock's choices, and doesn't mind his own rights to bring convenience to him, but this makes Sherlock lose a boundary, what will McCoff say this time?

It doesn't matter, Sherlock's fault I can wipe him elsewhere, Your Majesty.

This time the focus is not on Her Majesty, but on Sherlock's ignorance.But Mycroft is more worried about his own mistakes, he guesses how sad Sherlock will be, for McCoff's own ignorance and failure.

The depressed mood was dissolved in a glass of wine, and I spent the last day of the holiday with McCoff.It wasn't until evening that Mycroft got up, and he had to do something.

No amount of depression and regret will help, and at this moment Mycroft doesn't care what kind of failure this incident will add to his political career and life experience. He has to teach his young brother a lesson, let him understand Know what he did.

Called out the monitoring of 221B, which had been gradually relaxed, and saw Irene appearing in 221B as expected.

McCoff then turned off the video, he didn't want to see the specific details again, Irene did have means as a controller, she successfully awakened the point of Sherlock that McCoff thought had been obliterated emotion.

And Sherlock showed her his talent ecstatically.

After turning off the video, McCoff, who had already been determined, regretted it again.These absolutely should not be.

McCoff sent someone to send the planned death plane ticket to 221B, and will go there in person.

The hand supporting his forehead was suddenly raised, and he signaled to the assistant to send another car, "Let Irene Adler take another car."

He didn't want to be fooled by Irene before Sherlock knew the truth of the matter.

The name of the Coventry Project originated from a certain case in World War II. In order not to expose the source of information, the explosion was allowed to occur in Coventry, which destroyed a city and sacrificed countless people. This is a heartbreaking case. Full negative teaching material.

In fact, the same problem occurs from time to time in the current era. This plan is an example. In order not to be exposed to informants, the British and American governments decided to cooperate in this matter, and McCoff, as the government's intellectual brain The solution given was to replace the living with the dead.

Mycroft watched Sherlock get on the plane in the dark, and looked at each corpse with shocked eyes. His little brother hadn't thought of this solution at all.

Is it because his younger brother is taken care of so well by him that makes him too stupid, or is it that the younger brother no longer trusts him after the distance has been getting farther and farther?Either way, McCoff felt more tired than ever.

Suddenly there was a sound in the cabin's head in the darkness, and Sherlock's first reaction was to look at his brother.

"Coventry problem, how do you think I solved it?"

Then Sherlock turned his head away, he didn't look at his brother, he scanned the cabin again, and heard McCoff said that all of them were dead, so he said, "The plane exploded in mid-air, the mission of the terrorists was completed, and hundreds of people died." Accidents, but nobody dies."

"Clean and clean, right?" Mycroft asked back. He had never done anything wrong, so what made his younger brother doubt him so much.

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably, and then turned his head away, even turning his back on Mycroft.

"You've been around the edge of the whole thing for so long, is it because you're too bored to notice the pattern?" Mycroft used the tone of a heart-to-heart conversation with Sherlock when he was young, calm and low.

Sherlock was led by Mycroft's voice, he immediately sorted out all the context, and then suddenly realized.

Mycroft lowered his head and changed the umbrella, then looked at Sherlock again, "That's how we dealt with the Germans, but I think one of the passengers missed the plane—" Mycroft thought of the case that Sherlock had handled , he paused for a long time, and then he spoke again, "But it's not easy to force the dead.

Late, ineverysenseoftheword.【Too late, in every sense】"

Mycroft pointed too much, he thought so much that he didn't know what he was talking about to Sherlock.

"Then how does the plane take off? Of course, it's unmanned, it's not new at all." Sherlock said to himself.

Mycroft objected to him in the dark, "It's not going to take off, it's never going to take off, and the whole plan was canceled. The terrorists were told, we know about the bomb, and now we can't fool them."

He looked straight at his little brother, the surprise on his little brother's face was amused, if he had used his little brother's brain, he should have understood what McCoff was going to tell him when the plane ticket came in hand, But at this moment, she had to use herself to tell him.

"We lost everything."

infinitesense of the word. Mycroft lost everything, not just referring to this matter, but also including his younger brother.

Sherlock finally looked at Mycroft, his eyes were full of shock, and he was stating that "a part of the same letter leaked, and years of plans came to naught."

"The guy from the Ministry of Defense."

"That's the reason."

Mycroft went on to state that he wanted to tell his younger brother something, "a man who is lonely and innocent, eager to show off, and a woman who is smart enough to make him think he's special."

Sherlock pursed his lips, and then evaded blame, "You should scrutinize your defense personnel more strictly." He didn't even dare to look directly at Mycroft!

"—I'm not talking about the Ministry of Defense, Sherlock, I'm talking about you!"

Mycroft paused again for a long time. He found that he had been maintaining the tone of the statement all the time, and he couldn't help but feel elevated. He took a few deep breaths before confirming that he could stabilize the tone of the statement. face, and then continued what he just said in a flat tone.

"—a poor and weak girl. In the end, you are still so obsessed with it?" Mycroft's mouth felt a little sticky, which is a physiological reaction to negative emotions, which made McCoff's mouth shape bigger, "It's a textbook classic case.

The promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption.

Then give him a puzzle and watch him dance. Mycroft raised the umbrella in his hand and drew a circle.

"Do not make jokes!"

"Are you kidding me?" Mycroft looked at his younger brother struggling. "How long did it take you to decipher this email for her? One minute? Are you so eager to please her?"

"I think less than five seconds." Irene Adler finally arrived.

Strangely, when facing Irene, all negative emotions were calmed down.

When facing Sherlock, all negativity and dissatisfaction were subsided, and he sorted everything out in an instant.

It was a mistake.It was McCaw's mistake.

"I sent you into her trap—" Mycroft pursed his lips, his brother's responsibility prompted him to say, "I'm sorry, I don't know either."

Mycroft lowered his eyelids, he didn't know how to face Sherlock, and then he raised it again soon, facing Irene Adler directly.

"Mr. Holmes, we must talk."

"I agree, there's still a lot of parts I haven't figured out yet."

"Not you, Junior, your part is over.

There are many, many, many secrets, pictures, and scandals enough to turn your whole world upside down in this phone. "Irene used a insulting word, skipping Sherlock.

McCoff raised his head, faced Irene Adler squarely, and instantly became the most perfect state, no longer disturbed by negative emotions.

His younger brother and the country depend on him.This negotiation is not over yet.

"You don't know how much trouble I can make. There is only one way to stop me." Irene had a winner's smile on her face, and few people could show such an expression in front of Holmes.

"Unless you want to tell your masters, your biggest security hole is your little brother."

Nothing to say.

Mycroft was not used to being controlled by others, he even showed the same habit as his younger brother - turned his head sideways, and then reacted instantly, forcing himself to turn his head and stare at Irene.

Never been so powerless.With his forehead propped sideways and staring at his phone on the table, McCoff led them to the Eugenie Club, which, though a silent club, always had the privilege of being the founder.

He has been staring at this phone for a long time.

"We can get someone to crack it."

"I verified it for you. I asked Sherlock Holmes to study it for six months. Tell him, dear Sherlock, what did you find when you took an X-ray of your phone?"

"There are four additional parts inside, connected by metal wires, which are probably strong acid or small explosives. Once forced to fight, the hard drive will burn."

McCoff couldn't bear to touch his forehead again.

"It's dynamite," Erin explained. "It's more like me."

"Some data can still be repaired." Mycroft said.

"Take a risk."

"All you need is a password. I regret to say that some of us can force you to say it." There are many torturers in MI6.

"Sherlock?"

"There are two passwords, one to open the phone and one to burn the hardware. Even if you coerce her, you don't know which one she will give you. There is no second chance to enter it."

Erin stared at Sherlock without blinking.

"He's great, isn't he? I should take him on a leash. Maybe I will."

Mycroft's teeth started to hurt again, and he controlled his hands not to touch the side of his face, "Then we destroy it, and no one can get the information."

"Okay, great idea. Unless there are no British citizens whose lives are staked on the information you're trying to destroy."

"Is there?" Mycroft looked directly at Irene.

"Tell you, it's a fair game." Irene was indeed very cunning, perhaps because she had received professional training, so that people couldn't tell if she was lying. "I don't play games anymore."

Mycroft could only listen to Irene's request.This time it was Mycroft's mistake, and now he can only obey it.

Irene's request is very complicated, there are several escape links, and the country has to cooperate to provide the corresponding real and "false" identities, and also to join the US Witness Protection Program, which is very laborious.

"You must be thinking that you can sleep peacefully when you get it."

"Thank you, yes."

Mycroft was contemplating how long and how much resources he would be wasting all this, when he heard Eileen say "too bad" and a snort from his little brother.

"Go and negotiate terms with people."

Mycroft leaned his body back, and had to admit that the matter had come to an end here, which made him a little relaxed. "You are really... watertight. I wish our people were half as good as you."

"I'm not alone, I got a little help. Jim Moriarty asked me to pass on my compliments."

McCoff had already guessed this, and when he received Moriarty's text message, he was even more convinced. "Yes, he has been contacting me, eager to get my attention." Mycroft said, taking out a pen from his pocket, "Of course I can arrange it."

"I have so many things, but I don't know what to do—" Erin got up from the opposite seat, leaned towards Mycroft, and leaned against the table, "Thank God, there is this counseling criminal who gave me a lot of advice, How to play a game with the Sherlock Holmes brothers."

She is seducing Mycroft.Mycroft was noncommittal about the conclusion he got. Her big victory over his younger brother made her mistaken for something, and her current behavior was more like a lioness showing off.

"You know what he calls you guys? The IceMan and Virgin. He doesn't ask for anything, he just wants to cause trouble, just the type I love."

"And here you are, the sadistic queen who brings the country to its knees, wonderful."

"No."

Sherlock spoke suddenly.

"what?"

"I said no."

Mycroft wasn't sure which line of their conversation had offended his younger brother, or if he had answered his own.

Sherlock's words were hurried and aggressive.

"Although it was close, it was not successful, and you were also carried away. This game is too delicate, and you had so much fun playing it."

"There's never such a thing as being too happy."

"Of course you can enjoy the joy of hunting. I understand that you are too greedy for the bait part of the game, but emotional? Emotional is the catalyst for losers."

He was speaking in the words of Mycroft, and McCoff realized that he had said it before, that McCoff had never thought that being too emotional was a good thing.

"Sentimental, what are you talking about?"

"you."

"God, look at this poor man, you don't really think I'm interested in you do you. Why? Because you're the great Sherlock Holmes, the clever detective with the funny hat?"

"Do not."

Sherlock took Irene's wrist further, approaching her neck with an intimate gesture, and whispered, but McCoff could hear, "Because I took your pulse.

Your pulse quickens and your pupils dilate. "

Mycroft's hand was a little uncomfortable, he was weighing the flimsy envelope in his hand, and he heard Sherlock's words, which were still the words that McCoff had said before.

"John Watson probably thought love was a mystery to me, but the chemistry was so simple and destructive, you told me when we first met that make-up is usually like a self-portrait, so true, the combination to your safe is yours Measurements, but this, is more private, this is your heart, should you let it control your mind, you could pick a random number and walk out of here with all the spoils, but you just can't resist Right?

I've always felt that love is a dangerous weakness, thank you for the ultimate proof. "

It was one of his habits for Sherlock to explain everything from the beginning, as he did at the end of every case, so it was the same for this unresolved love, and Mycroft watched from the sidelines, listening to Sherlock end it himself.

"Everything I said was not true, I was just playing a game."

"I know. And you just lost."

Sherlock handed the phone to Mycroft, and let McCoff see the password, it was—Sher

Iamsher locked.

I am locked by Sherlock.

"Here you are, brother, I hope the content in it can make up for the trouble I caused tonight."

What a password to remember.

Even because of this password, Mycroft heard a brother who hadn't heard it for a long time with a kind and non-sarcastic tone, "I think so."

"If you are kind, lock her up. If you let her go, I don't think she will live long without protection." Sherlock got up and walked out.

"You want me to beg for mercy?"

"Yes."

"Please." Irene's eyes were flushed, "You're right, I can't even survive 6 months."

"Sorry we can't have dinner together."

Compared to this playful emotional game, Sherlock ended with a rare sincere tone.

Mycroft had always thought of his younger brother as attractive and intelligent, and this was just another proof.