I have special killing skills

The moment the door closed, Eric said: "Tell me your purpose, I hope you are not looking for me because of some trivial things."

Moriarty looked at him with a smile, then pointed to the chair: "If you don't mind, let's sit down and talk."

Eric obviously knew that Moriarty didn't like to look up at people - this caused the black-haired kid to always stick to Charles after he and Charles rescued Moriarty - he didn't say much, Eric was a real action guy. He turned around and walked to the chair to sit down. He pointed to the armchair opposite, and Moriarty hopped over to sit down.

Changing into a comfortable posture, Moriarty smiled and said, "I am very grateful to you and Charles for saving me from Afghanistan. As your friend, I really hope to see you all doing well."

Eric looked at Moriarty with an indifferent expression: "You look much more decent than before."

"Of course, when I just left the battlefield in Afghanistan was the most embarrassing time in my life," Moriarty shrugged his shoulders without shrugging, "After all, I am different from you, even if it is a bomb Fragments would kill me."

Eric stretched out his palm, grasped the two iron balls again, and turned them slowly: "Stop being nostalgic, Jim, and tell me why you asked me to come."

Moriarty straightened his face, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned his back against the cushions, and said, "I want to know, dear Eric, whether there were mutants around when you rescued me. nearby."

"What do you mean?" Eric frowned, and the iron ball in his hand paused for a moment.

Moriarty nodded his chin: "It's a mutant who can make people's memory disappear or distort. Have you ever seen it?"

Eric was stunned for a moment, and there were slight thoughts and confusion on the handsome facial features, but it immediately turned into a shallow indifference: "If you don't take the liberty, I can know the reason for your asking?"

Moriarty twitched the corner of his mouth: "My lover seems to have a sealed memory. Apart from this reason, I can't think of any way to make a cold and cruel person calm and calm."

"I always thought you wouldn't let your emotions get in the way of your head." Eric switched hands.

Moriarty laughed sullenly twice: "I thought it would be like this at the beginning, but, dear Eric, that's because you didn't meet the right person, and you will discover the greatness of love in due course."

There was a smile on Eric's face, but it was full of sarcasm: "Don't lie to me, Jim, you know it's not good for you."

Moriarty put down the hand supporting his chin, and smiled lightly: "I need a relationship. As for whether it is love or hatred, we will know immediately."

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[Watson of Baker Street: What happened just now is like an earthquake!There is a Sherlock who is boring, did you make it up!I have long said not to do dangerous experiments at home casually! 】

-Comment:

- There's a sherlock who's boring: not me

- There is a Sherlock who is boring: I am very upset about John you always attribute some weird things to me

- Watson of Baker Street: How dare you say that you did not put the head of the person in the refrigerator!

- there was a sherlock who was boring: that was just an experiment

- Watson of Baker Street: What about the small intestine of the microwave oven!

- Sherlock is boring: ... just an experiment

- Watson of Baker Street: The eyeball in the coffee!That eyeball will still float around!

-There is a Sherlock who is boring: ...experiment

- Watson of Baker Street: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ You go away! Go clean the kitchen!

-Harry is not Harry: I am relieved that their relationship is still as good as it is

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: Don’t use such a vicissitudes of tone for LS, but seeing that they still have the strength to show their affection, Mai Ge who loves cookies, they are very good =v=

The author has something to say: Let Lao Wan show his face =v=Although he does not take the main role in the scene, he is definitely very popular [Actually, the author likes the scene he added on his own initiative [Beating to death]

By the way, has anyone thought about the scene where the short, rich and handsome Iron Man meets Magneto in the late stage of secondary illness~ Meow! ~

【Science Popular Theater】

Magneto is the super villain of Marvel Comics. He can control the earth's magnetic field, destroy iron objects, or use the magnetic field to fly himself. He has been friends with Professor X for many years. He parted ways with Professor X due to human reasons and created the Brotherhood of Mutants. , because of the cruelty of World War II and the crazy attack of humans on mutants, Magneto hates humans extremely.Because of the setting here, Magneto will try to be in his 20s. Of course, I also like the domineering old Grandpa Wan, but the little professor still has good-looking hair [cover your face and don’t hit me]

Welfare claw machine party:

Although the gesture is very secondary, but Xiao Wan, you are still handsome~

☆, 35. Helping little Jim

Moriarty still remembers his last night in Afghanistan.

It was dark that night, and the injured Moriarty was lying in a warm sleeping bag, shivering a little.Because in the battle that just ended, he was hit by an enemy bullet in order to save Moran. Although it was not fatal, it was painful enough.It was far away from the hospital, and Moran had already pulled out the bullet casings, but he still couldn't stop the piercing pain.

Curled up in the sleeping bag like a shrimp, Moriarty couldn't sleep, staring at Moran sitting beside him with wide eyes.In order not to attract the attention of the enemy, they did not light the lamp, and Moran wiped the gun in the dark night by the moonlight.His pistol was black, Moran's favorite.Moriarty reached out his hand from the sleeping bag and gently grabbed Moran's cuff.

Mr. Captain is not as good-tempered as he was later, he is as indifferent as a robot, killing and blood will not make him blink.He joined the army at about the same time as Moriarty, but the reason why Moran can become a captain is that he is more ruthless and colder than others.Moriarty didn't hate this, on the contrary, he appreciated it. In this place, only by forging himself into a knife can he have a chance to survive.

Moran looked at Moriarty's hand clutching his cuff. Perhaps what Moriarty did during the day had shocked him too much. Moran returned Moriarty's look, and then put the gun away. Stepping aside, he gently placed his broad palm on the black-haired man's hand.

"Tomorrow we can leave here, go to the hospital, you will be fine." Moran is not good at comforting, but what he said is always so sure that people cannot doubt it.

Moriarty pulled his mouth hard: "Mr. Captain, I am in pain, can you give me a consolation prize?"

Moran didn't know what to do. After a long silence, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Moriarty's forehead.

Moriarty covered the tightly wrapped wound with one hand, and clutched Moran's cuff with the other hand, motionless.His eyes could only see the man's smooth chin, and the collarbone that could be vaguely peeped from the neckline.In perfect shape, sexy|sexy and good.

Closing his eyes, Moriarty wished for the first time in his life to remain hidden.

Even though they have had a closer and deeper relationship, this kiss was the first and the last between two people.

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"After that, there was an enemy attack. I escaped in the chaos and was found by you and Charles, but Sebastian didn't know if he was alive or dead." Moriarty narrowed his eyes, "When I see him again, His head seems to be broken. There is no external impact, and there is only one reason I can think of."

Eric was not moved by this story, in fact, Magneto's heart seems to be as hard as steel.He was just weighing the benefits, staring at Moriarty with cold eyes, without any emotion in his eyes: "I told you, what benefits can I get."

Moriarty smiled, and seemed to be in a good mood, but the jumping fingers he placed on the back of the chair clearly showed that Moriarty was getting impatient: "A firm support and refuge, my Eric, I have established my underground kingdom in England, and it is absolutely safe, if you can help me, I will give you the greatest help."

"I need complete protection to help my fellow mutants out of American hands."

"My pleasure."

Eric had no doubts about Moriarty's ability, but Eric, who was said to be the biggest helper in this population, never believed it from the beginning to the end.

But as Moriarty said, they share common goals and interests, and they are equally warlike and cruel. Although they cannot be friends, they can temporarily become allies, which is in line with common interests.

Moriarty saw the iron ball in Eric's hand drop slightly with sharp eyes, and he narrowed his eyes with a smile, knowing in his heart that his conditions had impressed the Magneto King.

"I know a mutant who can change people's memory. Her name is Fiona, but I don't know where she is now." Eric's tone was very firm. In fact, Fiona was also a student of Charles. But the girl was so rebellious that she left Charles and was never seen again.Her ability is not destructive, and Charles did not force her to look for it. If Moriarty hadn't mentioned it, Eric might have forgotten about this girl.

Moriarty blinked, "Fiona?"

It was an uncommon name, at least in Moriarty's memory.

Searching in his thinking palace, one person after another quickly flashed in Moriarty's head, and suddenly felt that the name sounded familiar.He frowned, tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the chair, and finally dug the name out of his head.

He once saw a woman at the door of Rocky, with long fiery red hair, who looked beautiful and cute. She seemed to be trying to insert a card, like a condolence card. Obviously, the eccentric Rocky Cookie was not No intention of letting this lovely lady in.

Signed on that card, Fiona.

"Does the Fiona you're talking about have nice red hair?" Moriarty gestured at the eyes, "the eyes are nice reddish brown?"

Eric frowned slightly: "Have you seen her?"

Moriarty chuckled twice, his beautiful brown and black eyes narrowed into a line.With his head resting on the back of the armchair, his voice was as gentle and long as an aria: "Everyone in the world says that there is no absolute coincidence between people, so how boring their lives would be."

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When Moriarty returned to Baker Street, he immediately saw the blond man poking at the door of 222B like a pillar.He put on a shirt and trousers, which didn't seem to fit well—the buttons on his chest were about to pop off—but the expression on the man's face was a grievance that didn't match his body shape. Do something.

"Hey, Thor, what are you doing standing here?"

Thor turned his head and saw Moriarty who was smiling and waving at him, his eyes immediately burst into a very enthusiastic light.This made Moriarty involuntarily think of the golden retriever he raised when he was a child, but obviously, the big guy in front of him was much easier to deceive than his little golden retriever.

Relying on the simple logic of "my brother's friend is my friend", Thor strode up to Moriarty. Unlike Moran's azure blue eyes, this man's eyes are more pure blue, looking like the sky same color.He looked at Moriarty, and rubbed his broad palms uncomfortably: "I have something to ask you, um..."

"Call me Jim," said Jim Helpful Jim, good-naturedly.

Thor smiled, and he always looked bright when he laughed: "Jim, you're such a good guy. Loki wants to eat, God, I never got him something to eat, those weird things The iron box is terrible."

Moriarty blinked: "You can buy it for him."

Thor waved his hammer a little angrily after hearing this: "But people here don't accept gold coins, they always use that kind of flimsy piece of paper, which will shatter when squeezed!"

Moriarty touched his chin, and the words he said hit the nail on the head: "You have no money."

After hearing this, Thor deflated like a balloon that had been pricked, and looked a little pitiful: "I don't have any, the ones Stephen gave me were all taken by Stark before I left. ..."

It seems that Captain America is as kind-hearted as the rumors outside, and Tony Stark, a local tyrant, obviously doesn't like the big golden retriever in front of him.

Following the principle of doing good every day to help others, Moriarty took out his wallet from his pocket, and then took out several fifty-pound notes.Although little Jim is now in the state of being a bad boy, he has never been short of money for major crimes, and even his side job - professor of mathematics - will bring him considerable income.Little Jim put the money into Thor's hand, and said with a smile: "There are many restaurants on the corner of the street, you can go in and buy something to eat. By the way, you can read."

Not at all angry after being regarded as illiterate, Thor smiled: "I know a lot. Jim, you are such a good person."

Moriarty also laughed out loud: "Yes, I'm a good person, everyone who knows me says so."

Putting the money into his pocket very casually, Thor put the hammer on his left hand, and patted Moriarty on the shoulder with his right hand: "Good man, Loki's friend is my friend, we will be there when we have time." Go drink and eat chicken legs by the way." His tone paused, "Stark treats you."

Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes, he thought, maybe he knew why Stark didn't like this man.Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a hand hugging his waist from behind like a ghost, and then pulled it back fiercely, causing Moriarty to escape from Thor's hand in an instant.

Little Jim was taken aback, and looked back suddenly, only to see the gloomy Moran looking at Thor with an unkind expression.Thor obviously knew the relationship between the couple in front of him, scratched his head, and looked away uncomfortably.

Moriarty pouted, of course he could see that his good lover was jealous.But this made Moriarty a little happy. Turning around, he pressed a kiss on the corner of the man's mouth. Moriarty looked at Thor: "Go shopping, don't get hungry for our Rocky Cookies."

Just after Thor left, Moran's low voice echoed in Moriarty's ear: "Don't approach him in the future." Thor was too dangerous in Moran's eyes, and he didn't want his little Jim to get into trouble.

Moriarty rubbed himself into Moran's arms in a good mood, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "I listen to you, my captain."

☆、36·State secret

If it was a year ago, Watson would have felt that the days in Afghanistan were the most difficult, although he was talking to one of his patients there - he seemed to be a captain, but the man covered in bandages didn't even have his own name Remember - learning a good shot, but going to bed every day not knowing whether you will wake up tomorrow is a terrible life.

But now, if someone asks, Watson's answer is that every day in Baker Street is, very, difficult, difficult.

Obviously, Sherlock already knew that there was a man named Moriarty living opposite him, and that man had no habit of hiding himself.He just wore that very homey jacket with skinny jeans, and he dangled around every day.And his lover, Mr. Moran, who Watson once thought was the best to get along with, once had a quarrel with Moriarty when Sherlock met Moriarty. Mr. Moran beside him started touching the gun!

Watson is very familiar with the movements of soldiers. Even though Moran's movements are simple, his quick and decisive action of grabbing something from his pocket is clearly ready to make a hole in Sherlock's head!

Not counting these, their neighbor, 222B, has not been peaceful recently.More than once, Watson heard a sound like an explosion coming from the next door, and then he could see a tall man with blond hair being thrown out of the window on the second floor in embarrassment, but the man was unmoved at all. It was as bright as the sun, and although it was thrown out, it was as peaceful and calm as if it hadn't been noticed. After patting the soil on the body, it went back into the gate, and it would be thrown out again within 10 minutes, and the cycle began again and again.

"If you want to ask that person," Sherlock, who was reading the newspaper, glanced at Watson with a calm voice, "He is Thor. If you don't remember, he has a more familiar identity, Stark. An actor in a film newly invested by the industry." Sherlock curled his lips, "A romance film wrapped in a sci-fi blockbuster."

"...how do you know?" Watson leaned against the window and looked over in confusion after hearing Sherlock's words.

Sherlock pouted, as if dissatisfied with the slowness of his cohabitant: "I told you the first time you asked yourself this question, my dear Watson, Sherlock is omnipotent, Xia Locke knows everything, and I want you to remember that."

Watson frowned slightly, then unceremoniously went to the opposite side of Sherlock and poured himself a cup of black tea, muttering: "Come on, Sherlock, do you think I will believe what you say?"

Sherlock doesn't like being questioned. He doesn't care much about the goldfish in the world, but Sherlock always takes Watson's opinion of him very seriously.Putting the newspaper and newspaper aside, the only consulting detective in the world took a card from his pocket and handed it to Watson.Watson took it and saw the photo above at a glance

The familiar face belonged to Sherlock's brother, Mycroft Holmes.

Watson was a little stunned. In fact, he knew that Sherlock had Mycroft's ID here. When they went to Baskerville a few days ago, Sherlock used Mycroft's ID to get in. But after they came back, Then, Mycroft sent someone to take back the certificate, and Watson also had reason to believe that Mycroft would stop using all the lost certificates.

Compared with terrorism, Sherlock is the only security loophole of the British government.

"Where did you get this?" Watson expressed his doubts very bluntly.

"I got it from Roger," Sherlock said while holding up a cup of black tea. "They didn't know it for a long time. I knew that Roger would get this one day, and it didn't happen. But I think if Mummy Mummy will be sad to know that Mycroft will get a man back too."

Watson's focus is not on the word "also". In fact, to Watson, the relationship between Lestrade and Mycroft surprised him even more.However, as long as some things are revealed, the clues of the past will be revealed. It reminds me of the good detective's expression of embarrassment at the mention of Mycroft in Baskerville... Watson thinks that London Much more dangerous than Afghanistan.

"But stealing is never a good behavior. Also, his name is not Roger, but Greg." Watson shook the card in his hand, but was defeated by Sherlock's simple and fearless expression. After a while, swallowing the disciplinary words that came to his lips, Watson put Mycroft's card back on the table, "Tell me, what did you get through this?"

A look of excitement appeared on Sherlock's face. In fact, the only consulting detective in the world was always willing to show his superiority in front of his good intentions, and he never tired of it.

He picked up the card and jumped straight off the chair and strode over to the coffee table.Watson discerned sharply that it was his laptop, but he didn't stop Sherlock from opening it. He had enough confidence in his ability to set the password.But just half a minute later, Watson was stunned by the start-up music.

"How do you know my password!" Watson was a little annoyed.

Sherlock blinked, and then took it for granted: "Your password is always very simple, but I am very happy that you use my name as the password."

Watson's face changed several times, and finally he sat down next to Sherlock as if discouraged.

Sherlock skillfully typed in a series of ip addresses, and skillfully entered codes, which allowed him to enter an interface smoothly within ten seconds.And the title of this interface made Watson exclaim.

"This is the website of the Intelligence Agency! Sherlock, do you know that doing so is a crime!"

"I entered with a legitimate reason." Sherlock responded indifferently as he tapped.

"But you are using Mycroft's authority...God, the highest authority." Watson looked helplessly at the name of Mycroft, which had been marked as the top authority in red.

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smirk: "I said a long time ago that he is the British government."

With that said, Sherlock has successfully entered the database, and then opened an electronic file.

Watson leaned closer to the computer screen, and then saw the picture above, as well as the detailed text annotations next to it.He didn't see many records about Thor, mostly fragmentary intelligence records, but even those details made Watson feel emotional.

"It has to be said that the intelligence organization of the Americans is very strict." Watson said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

But Sherlock, who had started drinking tea again, snorted softly: "Come on, the intelligence department of those Yankees has as many loopholes as there are holes in the sieve, otherwise you think Mycroft paid such a small price." How did you get such detailed, almost movie-like information?"

Watson wasn't interested in exactly what price Mycroft had paid - that was a state secret - but the photo of Thor had him staring at it for a while.

After a while, Watson asked: "If you just want me to know Thor's identity—you said, a movie actor—then why do you want to hack into the intelligence website? Wikipedia is enough."

Sherlock sneered, then turned his head away expressionlessly: "Because, I can."

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"You are self-defeating again, my brother."

Just after Watson went to the supermarket, Sherlock, who was sitting in the armchair, heard a voice coming from the fireplace.Sherlock is no longer obsessed with dismantling and dismantling Mycroft who is always bored with installing some weird gadgets in his home, but Sherlock is still concerned about Mycroft’s behavior of talking without saying hello. Very unhappy.

Unhappy Sherlock raised his hand, and the gun exploded directly on the loudspeaker in the fireplace, making a crisp and violent sound.

At the same time, the door was opened, and a tall and thin man with a black umbrella walked in, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the still smoking fireplace: "I don't think your landlady would like you to do this. "

Sherlock grabbed his violin from the side with a cold expression: "John won't like it, but that's all your fault."

Mycroft laughed twice, and then his voice was as high as a chant: "Look, I still remember how obedient your good doctor was to you, and look at it now... This is the opposition party and the ruling party. The difference, Sherlock, you're letting someone else take the initiative."

Sherlock obviously didn't like the tone, so he interrupted Mycroft rudely: "What are you doing here?"

Mycroft didn't care about his brother's resistance at all, walked to the sofa opposite Sherlock and sat down, still holding the black umbrella in his hand, the man's expression was as haughty as a medieval nobleman: "What you did today has already been done. Reaching the bottom line, Sherlock, I'm just here to see what trouble you're in, and to take back my papers."

"Put down your annoying public relations tone, Mycroft, that's really annoying." Sherlock played the violin casually, making harsh sounds, looking very unhappy, with the expression of a five-year-old angry like a little boy.

Mycroft didn't pamper him as usual, and grabbed Sherlock's bow directly, with a cold expression: "My dear brother, I don't think you need to make such a dangerous move to be able to Know what kind of people your neighbors are."

Sherlock stared at Mycroft's hand holding his bow, and leaned casually on the cushion: "Obviously, he's not human, I thought I couldn't see through that man..."

"As I said, you are not allowed to use that ability again." Mycroft suddenly raised his voice. At this moment, he is no longer a brother who is always helpless against his younger brother, but a real authority belonging to the British government .

☆, 37. The opposition party and the ruling party

Sherlock also seemed a little frightened, with a flash of grievance on his expression, just like the expression he had every time he was won by Mycroft when he was a child.

He always wins, Mycroft is always the winner, and Sherlock is always the hapless bottom.

Sherlock has a more sensitive head than the average person, he can easily see through all illusions, and is happy to pierce those low-level pranks.However, no matter how clever and hard he tried, he couldn't bridge the seven-year gap between him and Mycroft.Mycroft was always ahead of him, and Sherlock could never catch him.

"You always win, always..." Sherlock threw the violin aside as if venting, and the precious violin was thrown on the soft wool carpet.Sherlock curled his legs up and wrapped his long arms around his knees, looking unhappy with his chin on them.

This is a gesture Mycroft is familiar with when his younger brother is upset: "Put your legs down, Mummy doesn't like it when you do it."

Sherlock cocked his neck and yelled, "You always scare me with Mummy!"

Mycroft choked, and Sherlock turned his face away from him, but Mycroft keenly captured the swollen eyes at that moment.

His little brother, how did he change from being that soft little angel to being so difficult to deal with now?

Maybe it brought back childhood memories, even though Sherlock immediately returned to his usual arrogant and awkward, but that moment of grievance was enough to make Mycroft soften his heart.

Is there any way to make Mycroft ignore his brother, which is harder than world peace.

Mycroft put the bow back into Sherlock's hand, and the expert man sat back on the single sofa, put the black umbrella on the side post, and put his hands and fingers on his chin.But at this moment, there was the sound of people stepping on the stairs outside the door, Sherlock quickly picked up the violin that he had just thrown away, and then hugged it in his arms, neither playing nor playing, holding back the violin. The mouth does not speak.

Then, the door was opened, and the blond-haired man with the shopping bag was stunned before he said, "Did I interrupt your conversation?"

Mycroft Late Brother Holmes has learned to turn a blind eye to his younger brother's behavior of always short-circuiting his head when he meets Watson.He put on that gentle but distant smile again, and nodded slightly to Watson: "Of course not, good doctor, you know Sherlock wouldn't even give me a cup of hot tea without you."

Sherlock was very dissatisfied with Mycroft's blatant complaint, but he did not speak under Watson's stare.It has become Sherlock's favorite way to put the violin on his shoulder and make a sound like sawing wood to express his dissatisfaction.

"You will annoy our neighbors." This time, it was Watson who took Sherlock's bow.

Sherlock still didn't protest, and muttered: "Sure enough, it's the difference between the opposition party and the ruling party." Then he immediately realized that he seemed to be supporting Mycroft's argument, which caused his words to stop abruptly, so I could only sulking to myself.

Watson, who had just returned home, obviously didn't know what was going on between the brothers, but the polite doctor poured a cup of hot tea for Mycroft and a cup for Sherlock.

Two tablespoons of sugar, three tablespoons of milk, Watson knew Sherlock's preferences like the back of his hand.

Due to the return of Watson, Mycroft omitted most of the preface and went directly to the main topic: "The current situation is very dangerous. Your number one fan has given me a big enough problem. Sherlock, if necessary in the future , I will take action."

"Is it an annoying national interest again?" Sherlock was still in an unhappy mood, especially Mr. Detective obviously understood what kind of damn thing that so-called "measure" was, and he glared at Mycroft , impatience was evident in the blue-green eyes.

Mycroft smirked twice, and his long legs lightly overlapped together. The British Government|government took off the smirk at this moment, with the same haughty expression as Sherlock on the opposite side, with some disdainful contempt: " In front of you, all interests must be compromised, and I hope you will always remember this, my only younger brother."

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Sherlock plucked the strings slowly with his fingers, but the expression on his face turned indifferent the moment Shercroft left.Watson watched the transformation of his cohabitant, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

If he hadn't recognized Sherlock's incomparable acting talent early on, I'm afraid he would have called this guy directly and regarded this guy as a split personality.

"What is Mycroft here for?" Watson has learned not to judge the quarrel between the two brothers. After the black car made by Mycroft left, Watson put Mycroft's teacup in the washroom. In the bowl machine.

Sherlock stopped plucking the strings, put the violin aside solemnly - next to Mr. Skull - and took out Watson's laptop.

"Hey, Sherlock, I don't think my computer will be handed over to you forever." Watson said with some dissatisfaction.

Sherlock acted as if he didn't hear anything, his ears always had the ability to filter.Turning on the computer, Watson found that Sherlock still stayed on that interface and did not leave.

There was a very crisp sound, which was the sound that Watson set to make only after the download was complete.

With a bad premonition, the good doctor approached Sherlock: "What did you get?"

"Mycroft's toothache and obesity obviously made his brain more and more inflexible." Sherlock first laughed at his brother routinely, and then explained slowly, "Now that I'm here, It’s obviously not cost-effective not to read more information.”

Watson was not stupid. On the contrary, he always reacted quickly when it came to researching Sherlock: "Then you deliberately let Mycroft stay here just now, and then stole information in front of him?"

Sherlock patted the table lightly: "This is not called stealing, I just obtained it."

Watson was a little helpless, but he knew in his heart that, very well, Sherlock has done another thing that can go to prison.But obviously the big detective will not go to that ghost place. As for the reason, Inspector Lestrade