I have special killing skills

Nothing happened to me? "

"John..." Sherlock's deep voice was hoarse because Watson strangled his neck.

"Shut your mouth, Sherlock, I will never forgive you." Even though Moriarty was far away, he could hear Dr. Watson gnashing his teeth angrily.

Sherlock's amber-like blue-green eyes looked at Watson, and there was finally guilt in him.

If it is said that the person who understands Watson best in this world is definitely Sherlock, because of understanding, he is sure that his good doctor will never be really angry, and because of understanding, he is sure that his position in Peanut's heart is more important than everything else .

So Sherlock willfully, almost arrogantly announced his return, and recklessly broke Watson's carefully prepared marriage proposal dinner.Yes, Sherlock did it on purpose. If Watson hadn't been seen by him when he was choosing a ring a few days ago, I'm afraid Sherlock would not have revealed his identity so soon.

But he came, messed up everything Watson had prepared, and then ushered in an absolutely unexpected ending.

Sherlock stared at Watson who was blushing with anger. Although his whole body hurt, but unexpectedly, Sherlock did not regret it.He stretched out his hand, and lightly touched Watson's red eye circles with his slender fingers.Then, when his fingertips touched some crystal liquid, Sherlock put his fingers in his mouth, salty.

"You're crying." Sherlock said softly.

Watson was taken aback for a moment, then let go of Sherlock abruptly, rubbed his eyes and was about to get up.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock was lying on the ground without moving at all. He stretched out his long arms and grabbed Watson's wrist, and pulled Watson back with all his strength.The onlookers exclaimed, Watson thought he was about to fall and closed his eyes subconsciously, but it was not the cold floor that greeted him.But a firm and warm embrace.

Watson was in a daze, and his hand was on Sherlock's heart. He could feel the heartbeat of the great detective at the moment, which was frighteningly fast.

Sherlock stared into Watson's eyes, but perhaps because he was too focused, he saw the subtle expression on Watson's face that he hadn't noticed just now.

Anger, regret, and, yes, love.

"My dear Watson," Sherlock gently stretched out his palm to touch Watson's neck, and said in a soft tone, "I don't think you would like me to snatch a marriage, so you'd better be with that lady and me now." choose between."

Watson pursed his lips and tried to stand up blushing, only then did he realize that he had made a fool of himself in front of his fiancée.

But Sherlock obviously didn't give him this chance, the big detective was never a good guy, in a way he was a jerk, downright.So he exerted a little strength, pushed Watson's head down, and then kissed the man's lips with precision.

His John is always so kind, and it is better to help him with some decisions.

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"If that lady is willing to give me a satisfactory price, I can put the gun into Mr. Holmes' head right now." Moran looked at the woman who grabbed her handbag and strode away, her voice was calm.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders, and he seemed satisfied after seeing enough of a good show: "I think she is willing to do it herself, and she won't give it to you."

Moran looked at Moriarty and asked, "Why?"

Moriarty took Moran's hand to stand up, beat his leg, then walked to his seat, and said as he walked: "Her name is Isabella, a famous killer, she announced her withdrawal five years ago, but Her appearance has not changed, I remember it very clearly."

Moran sat next to Moriarty, and looked at him in surprise after hearing Moriarty's words.

Moriarty smiled and said, "I can guess the reason why she likes a good doctor." After all, the more cruel a woman is, the more she likes a tough and kind-hearted woman. Although Dr. Watson has the appearance of a teddy bear, But the heart is as strong as steel.

It's a pity that he met the great detective first. The Sherlock who can turn into a unicorn is obviously more straightforward. Although the good doctor didn't have the courage to take the first step, but now that Sherlock has gone out, the good doctor may There is no way to back down.

"I really hope that the good doctor can marry Isabella." Moriarty said with a smile on the principle of "If Sherlock is not happy, I will be happy".

Moran, on the other hand, was holding his box containing the ring, with an obscure expression on his face.

☆、80·Octopus Sausage

Moran, whose marriage proposal was frustrated again, was obviously not in a good mood, and Moriarty also knew that his lover might be in a bad mood, so he obediently did not make any other moves on the way home.It wasn't until Moran reached out and grabbed Moriarty's fingertips that Moriarty smiled again, and nestled himself into Moran's arms.

Moran sighed, unbuttoned the windbreaker and wrapped Moriarty in it: "Although that coat is not very good-looking, you don't want to throw it away, at least you can wear it back and throw it away later."

"No." Moriarty pouted and refused.

Moran didn't mention it anymore, he still knew his little Jim's temper, which was terribly capricious.But aside from this, Moran obviously thought of another thing: "Have you seen Mr. Holmes in the past few years?"

Moriarty smiled and pretended to be stupid: "You said..."

"You know who I'm talking about, and don't lie to me again."

Perhaps Moran's voice was too calm, which made Moriarty a little guilty.Thinking that I didn't do anything to be sorry for Moran - I got Sherlock drunk so many times and Moriarty didn't do anything bad except ride | rubbing his face on the big detective - Moriarty also Just answer directly: "I am taking refuge in a manor in Australia..."

"Huh?" Moran made a soft sound.

Moriarty shrank his neck and muttered, "Okay, it's a vacation. Then I met the big detective by chance..."

"Accidentally." Moran gently repeated the words Moriarty used.

Moriarty rolled his eyes: "He hit it himself, it's nothing to do with me, God, I don't know how that guy with a few broken ribs got on my plane."

Mo Lan hugged Moriarty's hand tightly: "That is to say, not only did he keep you from coming back for a full year, but he also directly ruined my...good deed after you came back."

It's not that the Inspector won't let me come back, my dear Sebastian, it's that I don't want to come back, and the Inspector is made unable to return to England by his terrible brother.

But Moriarty would not say these words. Little Jim raised his innocent and bright face, and said very firmly: "Yes, it's all that Sherlock Holmes. If it wasn't for him, I would have been back a long time ago. My dear Moran, do you know how much I miss you."

Even Moran, who had long been accustomed to the honey spit out of Moriarty's mouth, was slightly reddened at this moment.

Holding the black-haired man in his arms tightly, Moran whispered: "Let's go home."

Moriarty nodded with a smile, and then peacefully enjoyed the warmth the man gave him.

As for Sherlock... hey, who cares.

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After a colorful night, Moriarty woke up the next day and remembered what he had forgotten.

Naked | Get up from the bed naked, wrap most of the body with a thin sheet, leaving only the bare and straight thighs exposed, Moriarty has to step on the soft woolen carpet Go up and start looking for the clothes he took off yesterday.

Even though Moran has a serious habit of tidying up, in front of a delicious lover, it is more convenient to just pull out the clothes and throw them around.

But before Moriarty could find him, he felt a tightness in his body, and immediately rose into the air.With an exclamation in his mouth, Moriarty let go of the quilt, and waved his bare|naked arms unconsciously, then naturally wrapped them tightly around the man's neck, and did not let go.

Moran looked at the man hanging on his body like an octopus, feeling a little helpless: "I told you not to get out of bed without clothes, you'll catch a cold."

Moriarty glanced at himself, most of the thin blanket had already fallen to the ground, and the only piece hit his waist, covering the key parts, but it also had a precarious posture.Moriarty pouted, looked at Moran and said, "If you didn't scare me, I would have found the clothes."

Moran was helpless against Moriarty, who was always messing around. He was very glad that he didn't have a cat, because obviously Moriarty was a feline that was more difficult to serve than a cat.

After walking a few steps to the bed, Moran bent down and put Moriarty back on the bed, and Moriarty dexterously slipped back into the quilt like a fish in water, only showing a pair of eyes staring at him. Look at Moran, the voice came out from under the quilt a little muffled: "Then help me find something."

"What are you looking for?" Moran looked outside, feeling that the milk on the stove should not be hot yet, so he asked.

Moriarty thought for a while and said, "The black pants I wore yesterday, bring me here."

Moran looked around and found it in the gap between the bed and the nightstand.He picked it up and handed it to Moriarty. Moriarty stretched out his white and thin arms and grabbed it, then fumbled in his pocket, and finally took out a piece of paper.

Expand, above is an address.

Moran didn't look at it. He had always maintained enough respect for Moriarty: "Come and have breakfast when you get up later."

"I want to eat sausage," the voice paused, "sausage cut into octopus."

Moran really wanted to say that only children would eat this, but he couldn't tell in the face of Moriarty's expectant eyes, so Moran nodded and resigned himself to going out to cut the cross for the little sausage.

Moriarty got his head out of the quilt, pulled the pajamas from the side to cover himself, and then leaned on the pillow behind him and looked at the paper in his hand.

The font on the paper was beautiful, beautiful cursive, and Moriarty muttered something flashy in his heart.But obviously this kind of word is very pleasing to the eye, and it also occupies most of the space.When Moriarty translated this sentence, he was a little surprised.

He is very familiar with this address, it is clearly Eric's stronghold in London.

Regarding Eric's whereabouts, Moriarty will not let down his vigilance.But obviously, mutants are much stronger than ordinary people, and they do things much more secretly. It is not easy to find their traces.However, in view of the fact that Moriarty had a deal with Eric, although Moriarty disappeared, the deal continued. No one knows what kind of tacit agreement Voldemort and Eric reached. At least the result is that the mutants have a stronghold in London. And those little guys who do bad things also have a special shelter.

Voldemort told Parker about Eric's five strongholds, and Parker told Moriarty about it.

Moriarty tore up the paper and threw it into the glass beside the bed, and the ink writing on it melted instantly.Moriarty rubbed his chin. Speaking of it, it was not without reason that Mycroft was kidnapped by Eric. This ordinary civil servant of the British government is actually half a man of the British government. He is a loyal hunter. A mutant politician, Mycroft has always been steadfast in his treatment of mutants, except for his younger brother, Sherlock Holmes.

Those that can be captured are captured, and those that cannot be captured are annihilated.

But to Moriarty's surprise, why didn't Eric kill Mycroft after capturing him?And judging from Anthea's reaction, no one knew where Mycroft had gone. In other words, Eric didn't use Mycroft as a hostage to threaten the British government.

From Moriarty's point of view, Mycroft can be exchanged for many things, a permanent promise, or a short-term asylum. In any case, it is much better than being silent now.

Eric is not stupid, on the contrary, this man with advanced mutant ability is too smart and too vicious.Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the confetti melted into the cup.

There is only one reason for him not to do so, and that is that Mycroft is much more valuable to him than using him to threaten the British|government.

And what this value is, may be an interesting topic worthy of further study.

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Now that he knew where Mycroft was being held, Moriarty was not in a hurry to find him.

Anyway, that powerful politician's life was not in danger, and he was neither his lover nor his relative, and the enmity between his lover and him was still deep, so Moriarty naturally had no reason to save him.

At least, not free to save.

Having made up his mind, Moriarty went to Baker Street alone after breakfast.

Yes, that Baker Street, where he once had a love nest with Moran - maybe - and where Watson and Sherlock "lived together" now.

After passing 222B leisurely, Moriarty stopped in front of the door of 221B.He knocked on the door with a smile, and it was an old lady who came to open the door for him.

This lady is wearing a dark purple dress, her hair is neatly tied, and the beautiful jewelry on her ears shows that she is a wealthy old lady.But this lady was obviously warm and hospitable, she looked at Moriarty and smiled and said, "Oh, sir, are you here to find Sherlock?"

Apparently she identified herself as the client who came to Sherlock to solve the problem, but Moriarty graciously forgave the lady's faux pas, because he could smell the smell from the lady.

It's the same taste.

Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes. Little Jim was always innocent and harmless when he made such an expression: "Dear Madam, I am here to visit Dr. Watson, and I am his friend."

"Oh, of course, come in, boy."

Moriarty walked in with a smile, and asked, "My name is Jim."

"You can call me Mrs. Hudson." Mrs. Hudson liked polite boys very much, so his smile became more gentle.Greeting Moriarty to sit in front of the table covered with floral tablecloths in the small living room, Mrs. Hudson said, "I'll go and see them, you know, the fact that Sherlock is back is really surprising, They struggled for a long time yesterday."

Moriarty tilted his head, but did not ask what this "tossing" meant.

If Sherlock's face is covered with bruises, it is of a rough nature, and if there are marks on Watson's neck, it is of a pornographic nature, and it is easy to distinguish.

☆、81·Two rude explanations

When he saw Sherlock coming down the stairs, Moriarty was sure that the first brutality had clearly been confirmed.

With a smile on his face, he held his chin and looked at the big detective with bruised eyes and wounded lips, without saying a word.Sherlock didn't have any obvious reaction when he saw Moriarty, but his eyes rolled around Moriarty's chin and collar, and he looked at Mrs. Hudson.

"It's cold, why did you come down with so little on?" Mrs. Hudson was obviously worried about Sherlock's shirt and trousers.

"My pajamas were hidden by John." Sherlock blinked, his voice was low and pleasant, but his tone obviously didn't mean to be angry at Dr. Watson's actions.

Mrs. Hudson smiled. When she smiled, she looked hearty and optimistic: "When John was dating Mary, he sealed up all your things and stored them with me." Speaking of which, Mrs. Hudson His voice paused, "Sherlock, you'd better have a good talk with John, he almost changed his sexual orientation because of your disappearance."

Moriarty obviously didn't expect the lady to speak so sharply, and smiled unconsciously, while Sherlock glanced at Moriarty and nodded: "I'll tell him."

"Where's John?" Mrs. Hudson looked up the stairs behind him.

"He's not up yet."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, he saw Mrs. Hudson standing opposite and Moriarty sitting holding a teacup showing the same expression. The smiles with ulterior motives after suddenly realizing it were very synchronized. Hurd Mrs. Sen obviously noticed it too, which made her favor with Moriarty even more.

Moriarty is a man who has the ability to refresh his favorability all the time.

And what Moriarty thought in his heart was that after the first kind of brutality, the second kind also happened, which seemed really colorful.

The good lady brought two dinner plates from the table next to her, put one of them on the small table, and held the other in her hand, and said, "Let's have breakfast first, I'll take this to John." She said, Mrs. Hudson smiled unconsciously, "You guys, it's good to be back."

Sherlock raised his arms and hugged Mrs. Hudson, then watched as Mrs. Hudson went upstairs and sat opposite Moriarty, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white wrists, picked up a knife and fork and started cutting plates Sausage in Ridge: "Looks like you're having a good time."

"You're doing well." Moriarty put down his teacup, looked at Sherlock with a smile and said, "Your good doctor didn't kill you, so it's a victory."

Sherlock snorted softly, picked up a small piece of sausage with a fork, and chewed it in his mouth.

Moriarty stared at his plate, looked at the first three sections of German sausage, a spoonful of salad, and scallion bread on the side, and said with a smile: "It seems that the good lady treats you very well." Yes, you see, this is more than twice your usual breakfast, and Mrs. Hudson is obviously very happy to have you back." Then, her voice paused, "Speaking of which, I think you treat her very well."

"You'd better not get Mrs. Hudson's idea," Sherlock wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin next to him, then took a sip from his teacup, looking at Moriarty with blue-green eyes, "Mrs. Hudson He used to control half of London's black market, if he didn't want to wash his hands and send his husband to prison with his own hands, I'm afraid you haven't had the time to have fun."

No wonder it smells like someone of the same kind.Moriarty rested his chin, deciding not to play some small games with Mrs. Hudson.Self-knowledge is valuable, and Moriarty is a very sensible person. It is obviously much better to be friends with that good lady than to be enemies.

Besides, they have common hobbies, don't they?Watching the love story of a great detective and a good doctor is obviously more fun than watching a movie.

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Putting these thoughts aside, Moriarty sat across from Sherlock, watching patiently as Sherlock finished eating what was on the plate.They lived together in the manor in Australia for a year, no matter whether they didn't like each other or not, but the two smart guys had already observed the details of each other's life thoroughly.

For example, Sherlock knows that Moriarty is a housework idiot, for example, Moriarty knows that Sherlock has mild claustrophobia.

"I remember that you don't like this." Moriarty pointed to the sausages, and even Moriarty was surprised that the taste of the big detective was bland.

"John likes it." Sherlock blocked all of Moriarty's suspicions in his throat.

The face is wrinkled, and when a person starts to show affection unscrupulously without fear of other people's eyes, others will lose the fun of teasing him.Obviously, Moriarty is no longer having this fun, which makes Moriarty very unhappy.He snorted, reached out and snatched the scallion bread and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing on it, Sherlock just raised his eyelids and looked at him, didn't speak, and concentrated on finishing the food on the plate.

After wiping his mouth, Sherlock put the plate into the dishwasher, then sat down opposite Moriarty again, and said, "Tell me, why are you here?"

Moriarty patted the bread crumbs off his hands with a napkin, and then said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Detective, don't be so alienated, at least we have lived together and died together."

"You never thought of living together, you just wanted to blow me up." Sherlock glanced at Moriarty, obviously without any kindness.

Moriarty really wanted to explain that what he did was just to scare people, but Sherlock would not believe it.But Moriarty also saw what he wanted to see in that accident. It is really rare to see a great detective who turns into a horse.He smiled and said, "Fortunately, we are all fine, aren't we? Congratulations." Before Sherlock could speak, he grabbed an apple, "Now we are all free, you have a good doctor, I have Moran and life is obviously good."

Sherlock frowned slightly when he heard this. No one knew Moriarty better than him, just like no one knew him better than Moriarty.Although they all have lovers, there are some things that only enemies are more familiar with.Moriarty's words were simple, but the implicit meaning was that they were all relaxed, had nothing to do, and were bored.

Sherlock hated boredom, and so did Moriarty.

What did they do together the last time they were both bored?It's like going to the rooftop of Barts Hospital to play jumping and suicide.

It's not a good sign, yes, very bad.Although Sherlock hated being bored, he was more afraid of John leaving him to marry another woman.After returning yesterday, John told him clearly that if he did it again, he would never return to Baker Street.

It was a stern enough warning, and Sherlock took it, and he knew that the iron-hard doctor would never tell a lie.

"I won't play any more games with you, Moriarty, there are many things you can do, such as... go to Australia for a horseback ride with your lover." After Sherlock finished speaking, he stood up and was about to go upstairs , clearly meant to see off guests.

But Moriarty also stood up, looked at Sherlock with a half-smile and said, "Obviously, the good doctor treated you well."

Sherlock ignored him, and the soft calfskin shoes made a faint creaking sound as they hit the wooden floor.

"If I want to go and play with Mycroft, would you like to come?"

In a word, Sherlock was successfully stopped.Standing on the steps, Sherlock turned his head and looked at Moriarty, who was smiling and looking up at him below, with a cold voice: "What did you say?"

Moriarty shrugged: "I just got a piece of news about Mycroft, if you're not interested..."

But before he finished speaking, Sherlock jumped down from the stairs, reached out, and pressed Moriarty against the wall.Moriarty raised his hand and let out a "Yahhoo", obviously staring at Sherlock with some excitement.And Sherlock's blue-green eyes were full of coldness: "Moriarty, is Mycroft in your hands?"

It seems that the Sherlock Holmes brothers are far from being as bad as they appear.It is true, whether it is Thor or Sirius, they have engraved the factor of younger brother's control into their bones. Judging from Mycroft's various protections for Sherlock, that one is more important than the other.

Apparently Moriarty's absent-mindedness had irritated Sherlock, and his eyes had begun to turn a beautiful gold color, which was a harbinger of Sherlock's anger.

"Although I don't think it's interesting to tell you directly, but obviously time is tight, so I can tell you." Moriarty ignored Sherlock's hand grabbing his collar, and his demeanor and tone seemed calm, "Caught the British government |Mr. Fu's is a mutant, oh, I wish you were a mutant too."

☆, 82 Sherlock Holmes protection

It wasn't the first time Sherlock had heard someone refer to himself by that term, but obviously the last time was a distant memory.He was a little stunned, and Moriarty took advantage of his stunned moment to break away from his hand and calmly walked aside.

"I don't like your rough attitude, dear Sherlock, you can't always bully me because you are taller than me and your arms are longer than me." Moriarty frowned. Being bullied also made Moriarty very repulsed by similar rough behavior, "This is the third time you have pulled my collar."

Sherlock didn't speak, he looked at his hands, the golden light in his eyes faded away.

Moriarty didn't look at him again, but opened the door, turned his head slightly and said, "Come find me when you're done thinking about it, I think you know where I am. Dear detective, we are so similar, I think you'll enjoy playing games with me."

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Mrs. Hudson goes to talk to Mrs. Turner next door, while Watson is apparently bedridden from excessive exercise.Sherlock didn't go back to the bedroom directly, but sat in a corner of the living room.

There was a bookcase full of documents and a desk in front of it.Sherlock likes to decipher codes or record various files in this place, but the current big detective does not work, but puts his hands together gently under his chin, without saying a word.

For Mycroft's disappearance, Sherlock was not as worried as Anthea.It was precisely because of his belief in Mycroft's ability that Sherlock firmly believed that the man who always liked to keep everything in his hands would be safe.

No one can really hurt Mycroft, and no one can really take Mycroft unless he wants to.

But what Moriarty said just now broke Sherlock's deduction.

Mutant, even the thought of Sherlock would give him a headache.

He still remembers that when he was a child, his parents were often away, and Mycroft, who was in primary school, took care of him until he was five years old.The best time between Sherlock and Mycroft was also during those five years. He would hug Mycroft's leg and call him brother, and he would go out with Mycroft to find the lamb, and he would hug Mycroft's leg at night. Fairy Tale Book got under Mycroft's quilt and haunted him to tell stories.

Maybe it was so good that Sherlock generously took a large memory of no practical use and stored it in his brain disk, instead of thinking about other information—such as the common sense that the earth revolves around the sun— In that way, it will be blackened and cleared directly from the head.

But all the beautiful memories came to an abrupt end on his sixth birthday.The parents of the Holmes brothers went out to help Sherlock buy cakes, Mycroft went out to see the lambs in the farm, and there was a baby so fat that Sherlock was playing with things on the table.

But Sherlock, who was well protected by Mycroft, obviously didn't pay special attention to safety awareness, so that he pulled the white cotton thread next to a red paper tube in a daze.

With a bang, the top of the paper tube exploded. This is a firework that can be pulled by hand.But the little Sherlock, who was just six years old, obviously couldn't cope with this kind of change. He stared dumbfoundedly at the colorful confetti floating down from mid-air, and then his lips began to tremble, and his whole body was frightened.

Mycroft, who heard the sound and ran in from the door, understood what happened almost instantly when he saw everything in front of him, but the good brother never really blamed his younger brother. Seeing Sherlock nestled in the corner, Mycroft took him in his arms.

Sherlock was lying on Mycroft's shoulder, trembling.But right away, Mycroft noticed that something was wrong, because his brother had a heaving in his back.He looked at Sherlock in astonishment, his brother's beautiful blue-green eyes washed by tears were gradually covered with beautiful gold.

Then, there was a quick change, and his cute Sherlock turned into a unicorn, even a baby unicorn was as tall as a man, and it neighed and then went on a rampage around the room, and the cabinet fell over It hit the TV, the sofa was kicked to expose the cotton wool inside, and the tables and chairs were overturned, making it a mess.

Mycroft's reaction was not to turn around and run, but to rush up and hug the unicorn's neck.

After Sherlock finally stabilized his emotions and regained his human form, Mycroft pulled the tablecloth aside to wrap his brother tightly, and put it aside.

There are feathers from the unicorn's wings on the ground, pure white and flawless, and the whole living room is already out of shape due to the impact just now.Mycroft looked at the time, it had not been long since their parents had returned, and it was obvious that no one would perform magic to restore everything to its original state.

The future British government made a major decision at this moment. He took out the burning wood from the fireplace and lit the curtains, tables and chairs at home. Since they were all made of wood, the house burned quickly. Ford left quickly with Sherlock in his arms.

Of course, he didn't forget to bring his parents' bank cards and the family's documents, which are very important.

Sherlock knew he was in trouble, and without a word he nestled himself in Mycroft's arms, and Mycroft patted him on the back.

Sherlock still remembered what Mycroft said then.

"My dear brother, brother will protect you, no matter what."

They concealed their parents. Mycroft, who has always been excellent, used his injuries—actually caused by Sherlock who turned into a unicorn—to prove that bad guys came to the house, and those people stole a lot of things. The house was also missing. Fortunately, they were vigilant and hid important items in the warehouse before escaping.Since this is a suburban farm, and no one came to expose their lies, the Holmes couple did not doubt it.

After that, Mycroft strictly prohibited Sherlock from using that ability.His elder brother has always insisted on finding the reason why his younger brother will become another species. It wasn't until Mycroft, who entered the government, came into contact with the most core and most confidential information in the entire world, that he didn't understand a single word.

Mutant.

Different abilities have been produced through DNA mutations. They are powerful and have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, but because of this strength, no matter where the government|government will resolutely reject and annihilate the species.

Humans have always been a timid race.

Even though Sherlock later turned out to be Mycroft and was unwilling to associate with him, Mycroft did not give up on the research and hunt for mutants. In the end, he became the leader of M16, holding the British investigation on mutants. everything.

This also allowed him to completely protect Sherlock under his wings and isolate all crises.

Sherlock knew all of these, or rather, he knew most of them.

Nesting his body tightly in the armchair, Sherlock stepped on the chair with his thighs curled up, hugging his knees and looking out the window, a little lost in thought.

"Sherlock?"

A soft call made Sherlock turn his head, and he saw Watson, who was only wearing a pajamas, standing across the table and looking at him worriedly.His good doctor, who was furious and wanted to kill Sherlock yesterday, was clearly out of sheer worry now.

Because the confusion on Sherlock's face at this moment was something Watson had never seen before.

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