[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

After capturing Moriarty, there will be a lot of information, although Moriarty did not disclose any information.

During the few days when he was arrested, no matter whether it was trading or hypnotic torture, he didn't say a word, he was as quiet as a wax figure, and he rarely even yelled, but McCoff once put Moriarty under arrest. The news of the arrest was released, and some results were obtained. It is possible to know the sphere of influence of Moriarty.

So Moriarty was allowed to practice the mirror image of Sherlock's name in the porn during those few days.

Moriarty had a bigger appetite than McCoff had imagined.He wants all the information on Sherlock.From childhood until now.

"Give it to him! This is so exciting!"

Sherlock was so excited by Moriarty's request, he kept walking back and forth in Mycroft's room, his excitement was palpable.

"This will be a more fun game!!"

Sherlock didn't look at McCoff's expression, he was all excited at the moment, and he was thinking in a transposition, "What would I do if I got all the information? There are too many things I can do, find his emotional hole? Life Stain? Or-"

"Enough! Sherlock." Mycroft interrupted Sherlock.

He disagrees with the idea.

"Comeon! There's nothing wrong with that!" Sherlock rolled his eyes like usual, and he said to Mycroft, "You can do it with one stroke, absolutely! You can definitely hit it with one hit!"

Sherlock never seems to grow up the same.

Mycroft has always thought so, and it still does now.

So being the elder brother's protection seems to be a natural responsibility to prevent Sherlock from any danger. Although Sherlock, as a 28-year-old man, does not need such protection from McCaw, but this is what McCaw A feeling that the husband cannot let go of.

From responsibility to a habitual emotion, Sherlock called Mycroft's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

As a politician, Mycroft could see more than Sherlock, and it would be a terrible thing for anyone to get 'all' the information, and he couldn't let his young brother get into trouble.

"It's nothing!" Sherlock just looked at Mycroft squarely, and he found out that McCoff disagreed, so Sherlock said in a tone that provoked McCoff every time, "This is an unprecedentedly interesting game! And Let you catch him."

A clumsy statement trying to convince Mycroft.Sherlock just got excited about this game.

They had a hunch that Moriarty wanted to make this their last game, no matter what the outcome, one side's death, one side's victory.

Mycroft rubbed his brows, he had thought about it for a long time, and had almost made up his mind to refuse, and he didn't want to change his mind for Sherlock. "No, Moriarty's existence doesn't matter, no matter what he's down or whatever, there's always someone looking for a seat, there's always a spokesperson. Moriarty just—"

"Too ostentatious, isn't it?" Sherlock actually commented on others' ostentatious, even he never used this word on weekdays, but now he uses this adjective, so there is only one reason, he is persuading Mycroft to accept this suggestion.

As a tacit understanding between brothers and ambiguity for many years, the decision of the two people has long been beyond words. Mycroft's decision cannot be changed by Sherlock with a few words, let alone the politically immature proposal put forward by Sherlock. suggestion,

"Has your brain been petrified?"

When positive persuasion was useless, Sherlock raised the sharp sword in his hand without hesitation, and pointed at Mycroft unceremoniously, just like he usually does.

"It is precisely because there is no, that's why I won't agree. Sherlock, political matters are not as simple as you think."

"The activities of a group of goldfish? Mycroft, I really can't believe that you have turned your brain into your fat fat?"

"You know, I actually lost weight again."

"Oh, if you call changing into new trousers thin, then I have nothing to say. How can you define the concept of thin in the British dictionary!"

The room was dimly lit with warm lamps, full of tit-for-tat but childish quarrels, the two were arguing like teenagers, and in the end, neither could convince the other, staring at each other, with their chins raised slightly, in a rage They all look alike.

Mycroft twirled the ring on his finger, then slowly got up, "I'm going to rest, where you can find the door."

"Humph!"

Mycroft made a motion to see off the guest, and then turned around by himself.

He hoped that Sherlock would feel like leaving instead of staying here and grinding his teeth with him, but this was bound to disappoint him.

When he came out again, Sherlock nestled on the bed in a ball, occupying all the space, tried his best to occupy all the space, and moved like a demonstration when Mycroft came out.

Mycroft didn't use any words, but pushed Sherlock far away very ungentlely, and he almost fell.

"Mycroft!"

Sherlock yelled, sitting on the bed staring at Mycroft, clutching the pillow as if about to throw it over.

"Sherlock, I think you're past the age of a pillow fight."

Mycroft's words quieted Sherlock, and Mycroft lay down on the other side of the bed. Before he could pull on the light, Sherlock fawned over McCoff to turn off the light, which made McCoff turn around. Come on, he stopped Sherlock's hand, and looked directly at Sherlock, affirming again.

"Sherlock, I said, not this time."

"Snapped!"

Sherlock almost pulled the light button off, snorted, and then fell on the bed, with his back turned in Mycroft's direction.

The moonlight at night could not penetrate the thick curtains, and there was not even the sound of insects. There was only the sound of breathing in the quiet room, and it seemed to be sleeping peacefully, like every ordinary family.

Sherlock's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had secretly whispered in front of his parents. He whispered, "If it is resolved this time, it will be very convenient to resolve all his forces."

No, a decision has already been made.Mycroft didn't make a sound, he was talking to himself.

"Moriarty is too arrogant. I believe you let him go in the last story, and he will blindly think he won the game." Sherlock's voice was a little nasal, and the tone in a low voice sounded a bit like Mycroft's. When demonstrating the experiment to him, he said that his brother was too powerful.

Sherlock's information cannot be leaked out.Mycroft said to himself.

"Our cooperation will definitely surprise him." Sherlock's tone was like the dramatic tone of saying that McCoff is the devil.

"Do not--"

"My!"

The usual normal tone of voice made it almost impossible for Mycroft to recognize what Sherlock was saying, or calling himself.

It's just what he has to say.

Think of Adler's phrasing, your brother is the only security hole, which makes him insecure, maybe a failure-

"My, I trust you. It's not that hard to make up a fake record, is it?"

fuck it!

"Alright, you have to listen to me, everything!"

"Okay!" Sherlock's voice was so happy!

"Everything is under my command, and there can be no mistakes. If there is a slight deviation, I don't mind someone taking care of the old house in the country in advance."

"Okay! I'm off then! This is perfect! I can't wait!"

Like a gust of wind, Sherlock jumped up from the bed, circled his scarf, and disappeared in the room in an instant.

Mycroft was guarding the empty bed, and something seemed to come to his mind suddenly.

How the hell would you agree to Sherlock! ?