[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

People are easily controlled by desires, and feelings are the most lost of all desires, no matter who they are.

McCoff never thought that there would be so many secrets in Irene's cell phone. If Sherlock hadn't guessed the password in the end, because of these secrets, McCoff would have to agree to Irene's request, because Irene learned from her There is simply too much information to be gained from those indulgent guests.

It is enough for the British government and the royal family to face what they absolutely do not want to face, whether it is reality or public opinion.

Even so, McCoff has been busy for a long time.

After Sherlock left, Mycroft flipped through his phone, took out his pocket watch, and looked at the time. It was about ten o'clock, and tonight would be a sleepless night for the entire MI6. Lin, "I can provide you with a safe place—"

Irene pursed her lips, and her gaze at McCoff gradually changed from being stubborn to pleading. If it was her guests, they would definitely be heartbroken by her gaze at this moment. Sneered, "One week."

Erin lowered her eyelids, "Thank you."

Mycroft didn't want to think about whether she was crying at all, he figured his little brother must be messing around by now, so he needed to get work done quickly and salvage his poor furniture.

Because of the proper handling of the mobile phone, when Her Majesty and the Queen had breakfast in the early morning, McCoff did not say anything about the Coventry incident. In the end, the old lady just let the tired-looking McCoff go back to rest.

"You've done a good job, and your brother is also good. In the future, you brothers will definitely be able to make people feel at ease." The old lady probably meant to use Sherlock as a royal detective, which made Mycroft smile bitterly.

"No, you will never meet him when he is at an age where he likes to walk around Buckingham Palace in his quilt."

The old lady laughed too, she had heard about that incident.

I worked all night on my mobile phone, and in the morning I went to the racecourse with the old lady. When I returned to my home, Mycroft's suit was stained with morning dew, and there were only a few dry pieces of bread in his stomach, and he didn't even have a cup of hot water. Even before the tea was mixed, he took another deep breath before taking out the key at the door, as there was still a tough battle to be fought inside.

Sherlock was inside, and hadn't left since last night - no doubt throwing a tantrum at his brother again!

There was no broken china, no overturned furniture, not even a toy in the house, and of course, no bullet holes in the walls.

Mycroft was prepared to face all this, but when it didn't show up, he wondered if Sherlock had brought his own cocaine, which was the only thing that could calm him down when he was upset.

When he walked into the bedroom, he was sure there was no cocaine either.

Sherlock was lying on his back on the bed, upside down, with his head hanging at the end of the bed, his face was red and even purple-blue caused by congestion.

"God! How long have you been hanging upside down?" Mycroft pulled Sherlock back to the bed by the collar and let him lie on the bed.

"Brain congestion makes me think faster."

"It can also cause your blood vessels to burst and die of cerebral hemorrhage." Mycroft didn't have a good tone.

Mycroft took off his coat and hung it up, holding it on the side of his little brother's coat, and made a cup of hot tea until he handed the other cup to Sherlock, Sherlock seemed to wake up, looking at the Kauf looked surprised, as if he just saw him, "When did you come back from vacation? Are you going out for dinner? Steak?"

Mycroft rubbed the space between his eyebrows, "I don't think it's a good idea to eat steak in the morning on an empty stomach. It's already morning."

Sherlock immediately continued, as if he had discovered it too, "Of course it's morning, I know, oh, of course you don't need steak, you even got a royal breakfast!"

The usual mocking tone, or conditioned reflex.McCoff rubbed the space between his brows again, "If you look more carefully, you will find that there are actually only two slices of bread. If you want, we can have breakfast together. If not, I'm going to rest."

Facts have proved that whether you are in your 30s or your 20s, as a grown man, only a few pieces of bread for breakfast are not enough. Mycroft took Sherlock to a nearby shop for breakfast, a hearty meal, sausage bread Potatoes or something.

The people who had breakfast together were in a hurry, and the subway in London was not crowded. Although McCoff was in a high-end residential area, there were still many commuters. When McCoff and Sherlock walked back, they went against the flow of people. .

"Look, what are they busy with every day?" Sherlock pointed at those who were against the current.

Mycroft stopped, "Money, power, desire—" Mycroft didn't finish his sentence.

"We are different from them, as we are now." Sherlock also stopped walking, which made them stand out in the moving crowd.

Mycroft finished the rest of the sentence, "Family." After a pause, he stepped forward, "Actually, we are not much different from him, these are universal laws."

"Which one are you for?" Sherlock stared at Mycroft, as if he wanted an answer.

Mycroft glanced back, then said again, "It's never a good thing to care too much, Sherlock."

Sherlock snorted, grabbed ahead of McCoff, and ignored McCoff until he returned to the house.

It wasn't even until Mycroft sat down on the bed again that it seemed Sherlock was actually going to start this conversation.

"this time--"

Sherlock wanted to say something, but then he shut up immediately, and glared at Mycroft angrily, as if he was accusing him.In fact, Sherlock is a character who can say whatever he wants to say, and will never wrong himself. What caused the current situation is what he wanted to say, but his smart brain told him all the answers. If you ask it, it is even worse than McCoff, although McCoff has always been SmartOne.

"Yes, you can handle everything, for your ignorant little brother! Irene will live until you don't need her information, and Moriarty never dreamed that you would come back in the end. And whether it is the test The government will not blame you for the loss of Wen Chui or your security breach, the Queen will even boast about you, almighty Mycroft, an excellent government brain!"

Mycroft signaled to Sherlock that he had finished everything, and that he should rest, and told Sherlock not to bother him anymore, but it was obvious that Sherlock had finished all the words, but he still looked annoyed, "Boasting is also because you."

Mycroft had always treated Sherlock like a child, and his younger brother was doing the same thing, saying, "She even wants to knight you."

"No!——" Sherlock seemed to be stepped on his tail and frowned, "Don't even think about it!" He widened his eyes, and seemed angry at Mycroft who was lying on the bed, "This time it's all your fault!!"

Fu Mai pursed his lips, grabbed his hands twice, and then apologized, "It's my fault."

Sherlock drew the curtains tightly, and the room filled with morning light was darkened, then climbed into bed, lay on Mycroft's side, rolled himself into the quilt, turned his back to McCoff, and repeated in a low voice, "It's you wrong."

"Yes." Mycroft's back is close to the back of Charlotte's gang, and he can clearly feel the thin butterfly bones. The shape of the young brother's coiled up makes him feel the spine, but the cool body temperature But it is extraordinarily comfortable, just like many years ago.

Drowsiness swept over, and the familiar smell made people drowsy even more. This numbs the brain that has been running at high speed, and he gradually said things that he wanted to say more than he wanted to say.At some point, Mycroft turned around, facing a ball of curly hair, "I'm sorry, I sent you there, I didn't know you would get stuck, I thought you were more sensible some."

There is a playful hook at the end of the hair on the slender neck, which looks like the tail of a sheep raised by the neighbor next door when I was a child, so cute that I want to kiss it.

Then Mycroft kissed that cute tail and said, "I trust you, trust me, I want to care about your life better, William"

It was as soft as a touch, and through the fluffy curly hair, I don't know if it was the light kiss or the nickname I haven't heard for a long time, but it made Sherlock tremble, and then I heard the sound of Mycroft snoring slightly.

In fact, since Sherlock asked to show his independent consciousness, Mycroft seldom called him that. Since he was 7 years old, he never heard his first name.

"It's all your fault, and you can't change it even when you're asleep." Sherlock rolled his eyes, then closed them too.

A calm and peaceful day.

Although it's an illusion.

Before evening, Sherlock woke up. He never seemed to need sleep. He paced back and forth in the room irritably, making loud noises until Mycroft fell asleep again. No, when I wake up.

It looks like his little brother is back to normal, as annoying as ever!

"Damn it! You've got to fix her, can't you? That damn password or something?" Sherlock looked annoyed as if he felt he was being used by Mycroft.

"Sherlock, I'm not sure—"

"You must!—" Sherlock screamed.

Mycroft couldn't take it anymore, "Well, maybe we can contact BlackBerry and try their source code or something, but it won't necessarily work for Sherlock."

"Oh! Yes, yes! So you watch me dance like a bear! And for you—"

Mycroft's brain is still not clear, so he has to face his manic brother, "No, actually you dance well, and it's not for me. The most important thing is, Sherlock, you have a lot of credit for being here. matter."

Sherlock looked disdainful, until Mycroft said again with a sincere expression, "Sherlock, you did a good job."

Sherlock turned his head, but Mycroft could fully feel the pride in his bones, like a cat with its tail up, then his face wrinkled again, and he rolled his eyes at Mycroft, "Then Moriarty What? I guess you must have a solution? He is so eager to get your 'attention', like a girl who has a crush on him!"

"Actually not." Mycroft said truthfully, "He is still very cunning, in fact I don't really have a way to deal with him, maybe, it needs you, Sherlock.

Let him go, or we join forces—"