[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

An excellent plan, a deceitful death, a sophisticated arrangement.

It's about Sherlock's life, and he can't make arrangements for others to do whatever he wants.

Mycroft had to say that until he got back to the DIO to confront John, he hadn't thought about how happy he was to personally arrange everything about Sherlock's fake death.But John appeared in DIO, and he questioned why Moriarty had everything about Sherlock's life.

Except for the detailed information from small to large, John couldn't think of anyone else except the one from Mycroft.Even if he was Sherlock's only friend, if it hadn't been published, he wouldn't know such trivial things as when Sherlock started smoking marijuana.

If it wasn't for Mycroft, there would be ghosts.

"Have you seen your brother's address book lately? Two names, you and me.

How is your relationship going?Do you and Jim still come out for coffee once in a while? "

……

"I'm Sorry, tell him."

John was a good friend, even for someone who Mycroft never thought needed a friend, so his words undoubtedly sounded like a blow to his head, even if he still misunderstood the relationship between McCoff and Moriarty.

So he left Mycroft speechless.

For whatever reason, there could have been a safer and more insured way than spinning around in this situation, even if Sherlock was obsessed with it.

Look at Sherlock's state at this time.

Before returning to DIO, Mycroft was making arrangements for the last moment with Sherlock. Mycroft imagined countless arrangements about that time, but Sherlock had pale cheeks and excitement in his eyes. He imagined There's no question I'm sick about the worst-case scenario.

He said, "I'm going to die."

Mycroft denies that, and Sherlock says, "I'm dying, and Molly gave me my body. What are you going to give me?"

"Nothing."

Mycroft wouldn't give anything to a dead Sherlock, and had everything sorted out for fear of any worst-case scenario, so much so that he had MI6 clean up the entire vicinity of Butts Hospital and make sure It's unlikely that there will be any real 'passers-by'.

Except John.

And countless assumptions and secret plans made McCoff feel happy. It felt like the two brothers carried out some kind of experiment alone behind their mother's back when they were young, but John's appearance and accusations made McCoff fall into the trap again. some kind of worry.

Indescribable.

On the same day, the day the plan was implemented, Mycroft was dragged to Downing Street, and there was some hellish meeting. He listened to these words very patiently, but today McCoff simply gave a hasty conclusion, which surprised his colleagues, until McCoff was very impolite and forced to stop the meeting, and McCoff got up from his seat , the first one to leave the arena, walked to the rest room, fidgeting rarely.

He took off his coat and held the wine-red foldable phone in his hand.

What is rare is a sunny day with no clouds or rain, and the sunlight through the glass is still bright. You can see the flowers outside swaying in the wind, and the sunlight reflected by the white flowers is slightly dazzling.

Mycroft almost counted the ownership of every plant outside the window, and finally it was about the same time.

"Is it done?" Mycroft is also in charge of disposing of the killers Moriarty found. Although the target is not Sherlock, there is no room for error. He has already asked MI6 to deal with it. On the other side of the phone is the assistant lady who is in charge of this operation.

"Successful." The person on the other side responded quickly, which was also in line with Mycroft's wishes.

And the next phone call was waiting for news from Sherlock.

If the plan is successful, it will be sent by Sherlock, and if it changes midway, it will be sent by the assistant lady.There is no option to fail.

"It's actually the first Partita suite!!S"

After receiving the message, Mycroft put his phone back, tidied up his vest, put on the coat that was hanging on the side, and then pushed the door to go out. The meeting continued. I just thought that today's topic would be a little surprise by a few people from PASS After a while, the following topics were given by Mycroft very quickly.

When I got home in the evening, Mycroft stood outside the door, looking at his own home. There was no doubt that someone had invaded him. Bow!

This is an illusion, and even Mycroft can see the traces of the handle being roughly unscrewed.

Mycroft entered the house, the shoes were thrown at random, McCoff put them neatly, and then entered the house, his room was very clean, including his younger brother, his younger brother seemed to be cleaned up Yes, only a few scratches on the forehead, probably from the fall.

Even so, he also had a smug look on his face, and McCoff could almost empathize with that emotion.

"Moriarty committed suicide."

"Are you sure you must be dead?"

"Of course, there will be no one who swallows a gun and survives! Unless there are some humanoid species on the earth that I don't know." Sherlock made up his mind, and the smugness on the corner of his mouth almost made a sound, which made McCaw Husband also relaxed.

In the afternoon, he saw that all the news accounts were posting the news of the deceitful detective's suicide.

Mycroft put the folders in his hands on the table next to Sherlock, and Sherlock opened them eagerly, but quickly threw them aside.

"Not Moriarty's file!?"

"No, you need a new identity."

Sherlock made a disgusted expression and stared at Mycroft, until the two of them were silent for a long time before he took the bag again.

"Sidle?" Sherlock glared at Mycroft again, raised his hand and threw it into the trash can, and then he could hear all the ridicule about him.

"Asmy brother." Mycroft said, these are his brothers.

Sherlock snorted, shouted bored, tortured the suit on the sofa, tossed and snorted, although he was playing with his mobile phone, he was still restless.

Mycroft doesn't spend much time on his phone, and he doesn't even use it if he can, unlike his assistant Miss.

Sherlock is different, he almost likes to use his mobile phone, he often hangs around his website and John's blog, and occasionally browses something.

At this moment, I saw on Twitter that the topic of a liar detective committing suicide has been on the topic list in just one afternoon, and many people have expressed their 'high opinions'.

And these stupid words make people laugh.Sherlock was taunting those who thought he was really dead.

And it's not just these people, Mycroft reminded him, "And John." It is undeniable that he began to regret this plan. After carefully considering the impact on Sherlock again, Moriarty's power is not At the beginning, I thought it could be dealt with in a few months.

There are even many in the field.

Mycroft's dark look was not noticed by Sherlock, and Mycroft took out his previous cell phone, which had been set to silent.

At this moment, hundreds of missed calls have accumulated, and there are messages that have exploded the mailbox.

Mycroft replies in simple terms to colleagues who are necessary to respond, and then deletes the unnecessary parts. In the end, there are still quite a few remaining, including most of Lestrade's and more John's information, and an unknown number, the number in the United States, the content is only how he is, unsigned, McCoff deduced that it was Irene Adler.In fact, he discovered his younger brother's tricks when he was sorting out his previous work.

And this woman's text message made McCoff even more unhappy.

"Sherlock!!!!!!!!!!!!"

This is a message from John, followed by a row of exclamation points, not even signed.It doesn't take McCoff to know John's eagerness at this moment, not to mention that this message is followed by a long row of additional messages.

"Damn it, damn it, you fucking!!! Sherlock him!!!"

"He can't die!! He must have lied to me, right?! Mycroft!!"

"I saw him fall from the roof with my own eyes! He is your own brother!!"

"No, it must be all fake, Sherlock must have gone out, right?"

McCoff browsed one message after another, and from John's messages, it can be seen that his brain has fallen into chaos and his logic is unclear. While browsing, he received a new message.

"Save him, save him."

Just as Mycroft was about to show Sherlock the phone, another message followed.

"I beg you."

Then he changed his mind.

With age, many family responsibilities and obligations are changing. Because of this, Mycroft does not want to interfere too much with his younger brother who seems to be growing up.

But the reality is not like this.

"Sherlock, you know I'm not a forgiving brother."

☆, end

Although no matter from which side, I want to try to prove that McCoff is a qualified and responsible brother, but the actual situation can only be told that this is not the case.

Otherwise, how could Mycroft be called the Great Devil by Sherlock!

That's all about teasing little Sherlock to cry when he was a child. Even after Sherlock grew up, Mycroft once regarded it as a funny thing to admonish Sherlock who did wrong things.

If he didn't put himself in such a good mood that he smiled at the goldfish, Sherlock really couldn't say that McCoff would encounter more interesting situations.

Well, unless he himself was played to death by McCoff.

However, regarding this matter, McCoff insisted that it was a joy to see his young brother who hadn't seen him for a long time being affectionate to him—even if it was swearing—to express his feelings.

The bias caused by the perspective of things is really inexplicable.

Ok, let's get down to business

Sherlock is very happy about playing himself to death, which will mean that he will leave London. Although this is not very happy, it is finally out of Mycroft's surveillance and spies!And this round-the-world detective [key] trip, which is destined to last for a long time, must be the happiest trip in his life!Countless criminals and puzzles are waiting for him. I believe that the honeymoon trip of ordinary people will not be as happy as this.

However, once again, worrying about his younger brother/being questioned by countless people/busy with state affairs/having to deal with his parents/[key point] Mycroft, whose hairline has moved back again, is still trying to pick up his elder brother's majesty-attempted.

Adhering to the rule of not using your brain if you want to play, Sherlock, who was trying to struggle, proposed the game stacking blocks. In simple terms, he removed them from the bottom and piled them on the top. Whoever knocked them down in the end lost early.

The loser must obey the other party's arrangement.Either Sherlock would pick up Sidel's information from the trash can, or McCoff would prepare another information for him that Sherlock was satisfied with.

"Brother."

Hearing this, Mycroft became alert.

This game has reached the most tense moment, and they have almost taken out the low places.

"Don't make the expression that I will rob your England!" Sherlock set the expression of disgust as his official expression for Mycroft, for sure!Then it changed to the usual brother's expression when facing parting.

This made Mycroft make a disgusted look, and he knew that Sherlock's underdeveloped emotions were not enough to support him to make such an expression.

So Sherlock simply returned to the official expression, "When I came, I brought a piece of cake that Mrs. Hudson wanted to throw away." Then he paused, and then said, "It's for you."

Mycroft's eyes widened sharply for less than a second.

Indeed, he was a little surprised, and then asked back, "Didn't you place any strange things, or are you going to conduct some strange potion research?" Hearing Sherlock's rebuttal, Mycroft went to the refrigerator to get the cake in peace.

"I'm not going to be bribed by a piece of cake," Mycroft said.

Carrying the small piece of cake, Mycroft returned to the building blocks again, carefully looked at the pile of building blocks, and then lightly touched the building block that was about to be pulled out. As a result, with a bang, all of them collapsed.

"You made them?" Mycroft said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "You can take another look."

So Mycroft sat on the small sofa, tasting the cake carefully, and ordered Sherlock to arrange them again and count them.

During this period, Sherlock almost wanted to count the evil deeds that Mycroft had bullied him since he was a child, from beginning to end, and added this behavior of letting his younger brother clean up the mess while he was eating the small cake brought by his younger brother.

Finally, Sherlock tidied up the blocks that reached almost to his waist, raising his eyebrows, "One is missing."

"If I remember correctly, it was intact just now."

"Maybe you ate it with the little cake! Who cares, you lost because of it anyway! Hurry up and get me a new identity, I believe your plane is still waiting outside."

Mycroft slowly put the last bite of the small cake into his mouth, tasting the chestnut flavor in it, and finally, before Sherlock got impatient, he opened the small cabinet on one side and took out the documents in it, and Sherlock snatched it It then walked out impatiently, the windows were slightly shaken by the roar of the helicopter.

"I think, compared to the chestnut flavor, I hope I can eat the original flavor next time." Mycroft said when Sherlock opened the doorknob, Sherlock paused slightly, his tone was still impatient, and even Still annoyed, probably because he didn't know how to answer this sentence. "Next time you talk to her yourself."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "Okay, next time I visit you at 221B."

Sherlock didn't object.

Mycroft stood in front of the window, watching the soldiers on the lawn salute him, and then drove Sherlock away quickly, flying away from London, and then back and forth again, who knows how many years it will be.

Then Mycroft turned around, hoping there was room in the plane to put the block down, and it was hard enough for him to see Sherlock's block bigger than a shoebox stuffed in his arms and ignore it.

It is no exaggeration to say that time flies.

At least McCoff feels that two years have passed quickly, and there is no need to repeat the small issues during this period. There are not many changes in major events. His work is always related to the tense international situation. It's a pity that even if Moriarty dies, the terrorists in the world are still busy with conscientious work, but I'm happy that his old friend who is loyal to him is still very strong, and he seems to be living up to the super. The reputation of long standby time.

And then about outside of work.

John moved out of 221B and hooked up with a retired Witness program agent that McCoff brought in from the CIA.

No, maybe it can't be called getting together, but living together and planning to propose marriage.

The last weekend's little fish and chip party, John's latest intention.

McCoff sincerely celebrates him, for he has finally stepped out of the shadow of his unrequited love for his rebellious younger brother—John insisted on objecting, and loudly declared, "Who the hell is secretly in love with your younger brother! That kind of ancestral greed How unlucky it is! Ordinary people can't stand it at all! Not everyone is as obsessed as that girl Jasmine!

wrong!I've never been lost at all! "

Mycroft shrugged, and John said to him very sympathetically, "Really, he must depend on you for the rest of his life, and he can't get along with everyone, if it wasn't for—"

John didn't know about Sherlock's fake death, so that party ended without embarrassment.

Then, Mycroft decided, London needed his younger brother.

Apparently, his younger brother needed him too—in Serbia.

McCoff felt that the happiest thing he had said in the past few years was telling him that it was time to go home.

And then, next to that, talking to his younger brother, who was busy with John's wedding - an era was over.

God, Mycroft has been working on finding a mate for his little brother or something.

The person he thinks is the most suitable in this life is married!

Mycroft sent out the CIA's files as a wedding gift, why should he attend the wedding!

McCoff would never admit that he felt happy when he stepped off the treadmill.

Well, definitely, not happy.

perhaps.

As for those McSnoops and the like, Mycroft had already thought of a way to deal with them, but the plan had to be done slowly!

All in all, the weather is fine today!

Anthea, the assistant lady who was helping the Boss with documents in MI6, looked up at the dark sky here, the weather of hell!Sherlock's male nanny John is getting married, why does she have to deal with a lot of documents?

Well, that's because Boss is in such a good mood that he has a rare vacation!

Not too bad actually!

Anthea thought of how much happier Boss looked since someone came back.

Everything is fine.

Britain is also doing well under the rule of BOSS.

What's wrong?Forget it, Anthea buried her head again, she didn't see anything wrong except working overtime.

The author has something to say: This article is over!

muah!