I have special killing skills

kill yourself.

But Sherlock won't leave either.

Moriarty didn't pay attention to Sherlock any more, but tightly pressed his lips together so that he wouldn't reveal the slightest trace of trembling.He was holding Moran, and he could still feel Moran's heavy breathing on his neck.

Although it contained pain, it also let Moriarty know that his Moran was not out of breath yet.

But the situation is obviously not good.

Gritting his teeth to stop Moran, Moriarty stretched his hand behind his back again.He restrained the inexplicable fear in his heart, and gently touched a wound.

The wound wasn't big, to be exact, it was pitifully small. If it wasn't for Moran's sharp breathing, Moriarty wouldn't have even realized that there was such a wound on the man's broad back.

But Moriarty knew that this injury was fatal. He was near Moran's waist, slightly to the right, where the vital internal organs of the human body were located.

How this wound was caused Moriarty also cares, after all, it wasn't just Sherlock who saw Eric's actions just now, Moriarty also saw it, and he clearly saw Eric's move. The moment he started, the follow-up was blocked by Moran's figure.

In other words, Moran helped him take a hit, without Moriarty himself realizing it.

"Am I going to die?"

Moriarty heard Moran whispering intermittently in his ear, and Moran struggled to say these words, obviously taking out the wound had already damaged his body, and it was very serious.

And this sentence made Moriarty silent for a moment, and the next second, Moriarty hugged him tightly, avoiding the wound, but let his mouth get closer to Moran's ear, so that now The semi-comatose German man could hear himself.

"I have thought of killing you, dear Moran, and more than once," Moriarty's voice was deep and hoarse, without the clear jump that Moran usually liked, only the slightly raised end indicated that Moriah Dee was not in high spirits, "But, I gave up, and I have decided to live with you, and go to the manor in Australia together in the future, you will like it there."

Moran didn't answer, his face felt cold against Moriarty's, but Moriarty knew he could hear him.

The dark-haired man raised his head slightly, his brown-black eyes looked at the smoggy sky in London, and said again: "But if you die, I won't miss you, whether you go to heaven or hell, I won't miss you." You, and I'll find another lover a hundred times a thousand times better than you, and make||love at your grave, every day."

Moriarty's voice was steady, and he seemed to be smiling at the end, but everyone could hear the man's almost cursed solemnity.

Moran heard it too, so he gave Moriarty the most direct response.

After trying his best, Moran muttered, "I won't allow it, Jim, you can only be mine."

Moriarty laughed, very proud, even after Moran fell into a coma, Moriarty curled his mouth proudly.

Of course what he said was not a lie. If Moran really died, Moriarty would definitely fulfill his current promise. Maybe he would directly bury Moran's ashes under his bed.

But Moriarty knew that his Moran was narrow-minded, just as he was narrow-minded.No man is willing to die himself and leave a lovely and lovable lover in the world, and make others cheaper.

It just so happened that Moriarty felt that he was the cute and likable one.

Life and death are not suitable for him. In Moriarty's life dictionary, the word "sensational" has never had the value of existence.As long as he wants, he will grab it in his hands. Even the god of death can't take people away from him, never think about it.

Glancing at Sherlock who was watching the show, Moriarty said without expression: "Give me a call."

Sherlock blinked: "I didn't bring it."

"Don't lie to me, detective, you will always have a communication device with you," Moriarty rolled his eyes, "unless you want to be beaten to death by your good doctor when you go back."

Sherlock was not satisfied with Moriarty's attitude, but what this man said was true, so even though he was reluctant, Sherlock handed over the phone.

Praise the great Jobs, apparently the mobile phone he designed was not scared to death by mutants.

He didn't give him another look, but focused and muttered to Moran who had fainted in his arms: "Since you are worried, watch me closely, you idiot."

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Firmly refusing Sherlock's help, Moriarty was not worried that he would watch Moran bleed to death.

Because he has a helper, a very caring good friend.

As soon as the call was made, within 3 minutes, both Moriarty and Sherlock heard the sound of breaking the air from midair.

They looked up together and saw the golden-red robot slowly falling to the ground.

"It's a pleasure to see you, my dear friend." Moriarty greeted Jarvis with a friendly expression, but it was obvious that his current attitude was a little colder than his previous enthusiasm.

But the kind-hearted artificial intelligence did not care about such a slight change in attitude. He always likes data, statistics and observation. His eyes have an accurate human body scanning system, which can detect human body temperature and infrared conditions. Observe quickly.Given the rapid decline in all skills of the unconscious man in Moriarty's arms, Jarvis could guess why Moriarty would call him over.

Nodding politely towards Sherlock, Jarvis walked up to Moriarty, stretched out his hand, and pressed Moran's wound accurately, and a mechanical voice came out: "Jim, this gentleman has two ribs. Fractures, severe damage to some internal organs, excessive blood loss, I recommend sending him to the hospital."

"I don't trust doctors." Moriarty blinked and muttered in a low voice.

Sherlock, who had a good doctor at home, frowned slightly, but wisely said nothing.

Jarvis obviously didn't expect Moriarty to say that, which forced the AI ​​to quickly construct a second plan: "I'll accompany you to the cemetery, and I can help you search for the nearest location."

This made Moriarty a little dumbfounded.If it was someone else, Moriarty would definitely give him a shot, but this was said from Jarvis's mouth. This artificial intelligence will never tease or tell jokes. He is really putting this kind of Ideas as options.

Apparently Moriarty had no intention of burying Moran. He handed Moran into the hands of Jarvis and said, "I trust you, dear Jarvis, my faithful friend, so I hope You can send him to Loki."

Moriarty is not an idiot who knows nothing, on the contrary he knows a lot more than the average person.Even if he took Moran to the hospital, he didn't believe that those doctors could really help his Moran back to normal-the British medical system was always so worrying-so he decided to change the stove and find Rocky.

The evil god is also a god, isn't it?

Jarvis's movements paused for a second, which was the expression of searching and thinking, and then he said, "Insufficient data, Jim."

Moriarty glanced at Sherlock, but he didn't seek the help of the big detective: "You may try calling the surveillance system in London, believe me, the ubiquitous surveillance cameras in this city will help us find Loki. "

Of course Jarvis knew who Loki was - given that Stark would often make him play Loki's "entertainment videos" - and it was true what he said to Moriarty, he didn't know Loki was in where.But for Moriarty's suggestion, the artificial intelligence gave an opinion: "This is an illegal act and does not comply with British law."

Moriarty pursed his lips, seemingly indifferent: "Come on, the law is always so flexible."

But obviously, Jarvis, the honest-looking artificial intelligence, unexpectedly insisted: "No, this will cause trouble to Mr.

Moriarty finally frowned at this moment, obviously he didn't take Jarvis's protection of Tony Stark into account.

Seeing Moriarty's silence, Jarvis resumed his suggestion just now: "I've marked the location of the nearest hospital and cemetery, Jim, I think..."

At this time, Sherlock suddenly said: "You can call, I will authorize you."

Moriarty and Jarvis turned their heads to look at him at the same time. Jarvis's cold metal face showed no joy or anger, but Moriarty expressed distrust very bluntly.

Sherlock was not angry because of this, he just tightened his arms and hugged Mycroft Unsuccessful to Lose Weight Holmes in his arms, his expression was calm, and his voice was as usual low and magnetic: "Of course I can, and I believe that our ordinary civil servants representing the British government will help you eliminate all unreasonable allegations when you wake up."

☆、93·Back to Baker Street

For Jarvis, accessing the surveillance system was not difficult.

He can open any defense system composed of programs and codes. Its powerful programming and processing capabilities are enough to instantly kill all defense programs. The only thing that can stop him is the law, and those who don’t want Mr. Stark to get into trouble. Heart.

Even though Jarvis repeated countless times that he is not a robot, he still strictly abides by the three principles of robots.However, it is slightly different.He will not take the initiative to harm humans, nor will he violate Stark's life, but in the safety of humans and Mr., he will always choose Tony Stark.

But now that he has no worries, Jarvis will not refuse Moriarty's request.

With a facial scan, Jarvis has identified the unconscious man as the head of the British Empire M16, so all is well.It took him less than ten seconds to retrieve surveillance cameras from various streets in London, and he used quick checks and facial comparisons to accurately restore Loki's behavior trajectory today.

"At 222:35 this morning, Thor left 221B Baker Street with Loki. At [-]:[-], they appeared in the central square and caused a small disturbance. At [-]:[-], Thor hugged Rocky jumped from the BBC headquarters building - I suggest that this surveillance be destroyed, otherwise it may cause mass panic," Seeing Moriarty nodded quickly, Jarvis completely cleared the record, and then He continued speaking quickly, "At [-]:[-], they returned to Baker Street and entered No. [-]B, thinking that the gentleman with golden brown hair received them."

"John?!" Sherlock, who had been on the sidelines all this time, spoke with a frown, and his neck straightened unconsciously.

Jarvis did not answer, but continued: "They have been in that house for the past few hours and have not come out. Jim, I am surprised by the number of surveillance cameras on Baker Street, one thousand 360 five cameras, I promise That's more than all the monitors in Stark Tower put together."

All Moran's thoughts were taken away by Moran in his arms, and he didn't have the time to chat, but after hearing this sentence, he said in passing: "Holmes's most precious brother lives there, and he naturally wants to do everything around the clock 24 hours a day." grasp the trend."

But Sherlock didn't refute this. He just wanted to know whether his good doctor was safe. After all, they were two gods. One had destroyed half of New York and the other had a bad head. No matter how he thought about it, he felt dangerous.

It was a distance from Baker Street, but obviously Jarvis couldn't take away many people, so Moriarty left Sherlock and Mycroft and followed Jarvis without any morale.

They are Sherlock Holmes, and each Holmes has his own idea, doesn't he?

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When Moriarty knocked on the door, he heard the steady sound of slippers on the floor from inside.

It was Moriarty who adjusted his mentality, but when he saw Watson's astonished face behind the door, Moriarty still couldn't help but smile: "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Watson. "

Watson obviously didn't want to see him. Yes, whether Sherlock died or not, this man was always a threat. He had tried to take Sherlock's life countless times.So Watson didn't want to pay attention to him at all, but he still didn't close the door.

Because he saw the gold and red robot beside Moriarty, and the pale and dying man he was supporting.

Watson knew this man very well. He was Moran, a very nice man, polite and upright.

"He looks terrible. You shouldn't have knocked on my door but go to the hospital." Watson said, but he still turned slightly to let them in, and he was glad that Mrs. Hudson was not at home today, otherwise The sight of Moran covered in blood would have terrified her.

Moriarty shook his head: "I think I will find a more suitable person here." Seeing Dr. Watson's frown tightened, Moriarty said, "I won't bother you with this difficult problem. You, dear John, I have come here for the help of another man."

"Sherlock isn't here." Watson closed the door and motioned to step up the stairs.

Moriarty patted Jarvis and asked him to take Moran up first, while he tried to smile at Watson: "I didn't come to look for him either, John, I miss you Will be willing to introduce your guests to me."

Watson did not speak, but looked at Moriarty's expression.

In fact, Watson had never seen such a frightened look on Moriarty's face.Although the man's speech was still clear and his actions were not wrong, Watson knew that he was panicking.Even when he was pointed at by Sherlock's pistol, Moriarty still smiled calmly, and he had a sickness that could not be ignored, but now, the dark-haired man smiled tiredly, looking... a bit It hurts.

"You don't look the same as before," Watson said in a low voice.

Moriarty was taken aback for a moment, then looked towards the stairs: "Love can change people, dear good doctor, none of us can deny this."

Watson's expression softened. Although he didn't express his approval, it was obvious that his hostility towards Moriarty was less than before.

This is very good. Moriarty, who walked up the stairs with the help of the wall, looked calm. Although he just casually said some nonsense with a literary style, it is also good to improve the relationship between the neighbors.

Yes, he decided that when Moran recovered, he would move back to Baker Street. After all, he lived close enough to trouble Sherlock, and that would be interesting.

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When he opened the door and walked into the living room, Moriarty saw Thor sitting on the sofa at a glance. There was no way, Thor's blond half-length short hair was too eye-catching to be ignored.

But what really attracted Moriarty's attention was the black-haired man sitting next to him, the man with emerald eyes, who was currently huddled at the other end of the sofa, trying to keep a distance between himself and Thor, and Moriarty noticed very sensitively that this usually proud and calm man looked a little confused, his hands were tightly clutching the sofa cushions, as if he could use that soft thing to resist for a while as long as he moved.

That's very wrong, and it doesn't bode well for Moriarty, at least.

"If you are looking for them, I think you may be disappointed." Watson walked in, and then looked at Loki helplessly, "Believe me, I have taken care of many patients, but none of them are like him .”

"My brother is not sick!" Thor jumped up as if he had been poked in the ass|buttocks, but his actions startled the green-eyed man again, and his eyes were quickly covered with mist, layer by layer. , and quickly turned into tears rolling down.

Thor obviously knew that he had frightened his baby brother, so he sat down in a panic, and wanted to reach out to touch Loki's neck, but Loki slapped him away with one hand, and accompanied by "Stay away from me", which made Thor Thor was hurt, and the big man sat there dejectedly, like a golden retriever whose bone had been robbed.

All this shocked Moriarty, yes, Loki was really wrong, very wrong.

Watson had already helped Moran lie flat on the floor, and then quickly took out the first aid kit to help him with a simple bandage: "Locky's brain didn't have any impact, and I'm sure his head is intact, but obviously he lost A part of memory, a very important memory, which even affected his character... Hey, did you not give any first aid to Mr. Moran? He probably bled to death before the wound became inflamed."

Moriarty turned his head slightly because of Watson's words: "If Moran died, I would blow up the whole of London today."

Watson paused his hand, and looked up at Moriarty.

He saw that the slightly sickly smile on the man's face returned, his face was pale and his lips were bright red, Moriarty said in a low voice: "I will do what I say, dear John, love can change a person. "

Resolute, cold, and dangerous, as if the fragile Moriarty just now was an illusion.

Jarvis naturally saw something was wrong, he walked up to Moriarty and said, "Jim, the most important thing now is that you tell me what you are going to do."

Moriarty reached out and patted Jarvis on the shoulder, without saying a word, and walked straight to Thor.He looked at the blond man and smiled: "Meet you again, Thor."

Thor had always had a good feeling for Moriarty, but given that he was now in an unprecedented state of panic, he didn't smile at Moriarty like he used to.

Of course, Moriarty didn't care about these, but continued: "Maybe you can tell me, Thor, if you can make him better." As he said, Moriarty pointed his finger at Moran.

Thor looked, and in fact he'd been in self-loathing just now, not paying attention to what was going on here.When he saw Moran, he murmured unconsciously, "Oh, it's really hard on him", then he stood up and put his hand on Moran's wound.

Moran's complexion improved a lot in an instant, but he still didn't wake up.

"I'm not good at magic, and I'm not good at healing either. I'll simply help him stop the bleeding." Thor scratched his head, and the big man's eyes unconsciously glanced at Loki, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Moriarty knew what he meant, Loki could do magic and Loki could heal.

However, Loki is now a hell of a problem!

Moriarty wasn't angry at all. In fact, he could tell that Moran was better. At least he didn't have to worry about the man dying.He regained his smile, and politely asked Watson if he could give Moran a rest.The wise Dr. Watson understands that no matter whether love changes people or not, Moriarty is always dangerous, so it is best not to refuse him.

So Watson contributed his room so that Moran could go to the third floor to rest.

"Thor, I hope you can go together, I hope Moran can be well." Moriarty said so, and seeing Thor's anxious eyes, he smiled encouragingly, "Don't worry, I'm Loki My friend, I thought we'd be alone for a while to help him...well, find the memory."

Thor nodded, agreeing with the point.

But when only Moriarty and Loki were left in the living room, Moriarty withdrew all his smiles, walked up to Loki and stood still, bowing his head gently.

He looked at the green-eyed man, the mist in the man's eyes, and the pretty face so close at hand. Moriarty stretched out his hand and squeezed Loki's chin tightly.Loki obviously felt uncomfortable, he frowned and struggled, but he heard Moriarty whispered something close to his ear, causing Loki to stop all movements instantly. .

"Don't try to deceive me, Loki, I told you long ago that your tricks have no effect on me."

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Sherlock:

1 year old: Memorize the periodic table of elements

5 years old: Listen to my brother telling stories

10 years old: full of goldfish so boring

15 years old: Roger is an idiot, I want a case [friendly reminder: Roger = Greg Lestrade]

20 years old: I want to trouble Mycroft, any way

25 years old: I miss you, John

Watson:

1 year old: I want to eat candy

5 years old: Mary next door bullied me, I want Halle to help me avenge

10 years old: want to get full marks

15 years old: want to be a doctor

20 years old: want to leave the battlefield

25 years old: It's a good day, I want Sherlock to stop stealing my gun and run out

Mycroft

1 year old: a bunch of idiots

5 years old: Get the hell out of you goldfish

10 years old: Protect Sherlock - so give him the best

15 years old: To protect Sherlock - so to rule all mankind

20 years old: To protect Sherlock - rule the whole of England is also possible

25: Protect Sherlock—and Greg

ALSO: Anytime I want cookies, cookies, scones, waffles, balabala

Lestrade:

1 year old: ask for biscuits

5 years old: Be good

10 years old: No.1

15 years old: want to be a policeman

20 years old: catch all criminals

25 years old: Be vigilant every day not to be played by Mycroft

Moran:

1 years old: Be good

5 years old: to be self-reliant

10 years old: learn to shoot

15 years old: keep records

20 years old: to hide identity

25: To make Jim happy

Moriarty:

1 year old: If you want a lollipop, grab it if you don’t give it

5 years old: School is so boring, I really want to blow it up...

10 years old: want to get out of here

15 years old: Trying to kill the guy in the college dormitory

20 years old: Want to die on the battlefield with Moran

25 years old: I want to sleep more, Sebastian, feed me breakfast~

☆、94·Poisonous Honey

Loki's eyes were still staring at him in horror, as if he was ready to hit Moriarty in the face at any time.But Moriarty was not intimidated at all, he just smiled indifferently, and then moved closer to the green-eyed man.

So close that the tip of his nose could touch the man's cheek.

"You can deceive everyone, but there won't be me in there, dear Loki." Moriarty smiled lowly, not minding whether his next one would be thrown out by the evil god, and his tone was as serious as ever. Some naughty endings, "You never want to fight for something, you just want revenge, you want revenge on your brother, that big guy who doesn't look very smart, doesn't he?"

Loki didn't speak, just stared at him with misty eyes.

Moriarty pouted, and rubbed his thumb on Loki's smooth chin in a wicked way: "Do you remember what you left me on Twitter?"

I want to take everything from my brother.

This was the first conversation between Loki and Moriarty. Through the small mobile phone, when the evil god sent this message to Moriarty, he was already on the track of breaking away from fate.

"I believe my eyes. You resent Thor, but you won't really hurt yourself because of this resentment. Instead, you will use everything to hurt him." Moriarty let go of his hand, hugging Thor proudly. Arms stood in front of Loki, condescending, "Amnesia? Ha, it seems interesting to say, but obviously you have a better way than this, don't you? Hurt others in the way you hurt yourself, Loki, only Thor That goofy fool you tricked will believe you."

Loki lowered his eyelids slightly at this moment, and his long eyelashes covered his emerald green eyes.

But immediately, there was a smile on his face.

Exclusively for Loki, with a proud but indifferent smile: "You are very smart, I have to admit that you are an atrium man with a brain."

Moriarty made an exaggerated gesture, as if thanking the queen for the honor, bent down with his hands on his heart, and his voice was as high as an aria: "Thank you, Your Majesty Loki, for allowing me to escape The ranks of ants."

Rocky twitched the corners of his mouth as a compliment to his performance.

In fact, Rocky is not in a good mood right now, he used a little trick but didn't fool Moriarty for even a minute, which made Rocky feel frustrated.But it doesn't hurt too much. After all, there is only one person he wants to deceive, Moriarty... can be ignored for the time being.

After relaxing his body, Loki put down his legs curled up on the sofa, leaned comfortably on the cushion, reached out and picked up the cookie on the side and put it in his mouth. He hasn't eaten anything since morning, even God will be hungry.

Moriarty was obviously very happy that he witty exposed Loki's little trick. He also squeezed a piece of cookie, squeaked it in his mouth, and then clapped his hands to pat off the residue and said: : "I hope our agreement is still valid. After all, I haven't helped my dear client take everything from his brother, have I?"

Loki didn't speak, but picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Moriarty was not negative because of Loki's silence, and continued: "I can continue to help you—although you are always unfriendly to me and make me sad—but as a reward, I hope you can help me heal Loki. Lan, I don't think you will betray my trust in you."

"Our agreement was canceled long ago after I helped you to fake your death." Loki's voice was low and his eyes were cold, which was far from the image of a seriously foggy cat just now like a frightened cat.

Moriarty shrugged: "Then let's do it again, Loki, although I'm not as capable as you, but believe me, I'm an absolutely good helper when it comes to guessing people's hearts."

Loki twitched the corner of his mouth: "For example, are you eagerly chasing that person upstairs like a cat in heat?"

"Vulgar, dear Rocky Cookie, don't learn bad words from those strange Yankees," Moriarty waved his arms exaggeratedly, "Love changes people, my Rocky, I now obviously He has been poisoned by Moran and cannot extricate himself!"

Loki was noncommittal, but he also knew that sometimes Moriarty's methods did have his own unique magic.

For example, the way he makes friends... God knows where this man got so many friends.

Seeing Loki's silence, Moriarty tacitly agreed.Smiling and sitting next to Loki, Moriarty said, "Would you like to tell me why you didn't give Gellert's potion to Thor? I think let him lose his memory and when he recovers Painful heart-piercing is the normal script."

"Let him forget a little bit and become a brainless and free-spirited guy?" Loki obviously scoffed at this suggestion, "Come on, I'm not that kind."

Moriarty smiled, not surprised by Loki's answer.

Moriarty could figure out some of Loki's thoughts.He told Thor in a physical way, "I forgot you, big man, get out of the way." Obviously, for Thor, who is all about being a good brother, these actions of Loki are enough to make him suffer.

Look at all the idiots Jarvis told him about Thor, jumping off the BBC building?Thankfully he figured it out.

But this is obviously not enough in Loki's eyes.

"Compared to this, you might as well just kick him away when he falls in love with you, or find a lover who can see through you and make out in front of him, maybe you can achieve the goal of revenge." Moriarty tilted his head. Er Lang's legs, he didn't care about the person he was talking about, and he was upstairs helping him treat his lover.

Loki glanced at him with contempt in his eyes.

莫里亚蒂耸耸肩，好吧，他忘记了，这个谎话连篇看起来凶狠冷漠的洛基小甜饼其实在爱情上无比纯情，看看吧，哪怕他想要欺负一下托尔，除了揍他A meal is the current acting skills that harm others and benefit oneself.

"Ok, well, forget what I just said," said Moriarty, blinking his eyes, "No one has infinite patience, and neither does Thor, and his patience with you will run out sooner or later, before that , Loki, you better figure out a way to get rid of what you want to do, everything."

Loki didn't speak, and looked at the ripples in the teacup with cold eyes.

"Kill him, once and for all, you can always get what you want."

Moriarty's words are like honey with poison, alluring and intoxicating, but no one knows whether he will be poisoned to death after eating it.

Looking at the teacup, Loki suddenly remembered what the man had been yelling just now when he was running around London in his arms.

"Loki, don't be afraid! I will remind you of me! I will protect you!"

Protect?

Loki closed his eyes slightly, I no longer believe in this word after the night of your bar mitzvah.

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When Sherlock returned to 221B Baker Street, the place had returned to silence.

Even if he tried his best to drive this way, he couldn't get a taxi anytime and anywhere as he used to—it would not be easy to take a taxi without Mycroft's help—so he crossed half of London. When he came back with Mycroft, who was already showing signs of waking up, he saw the empty living room and John Watson sitting on the sofa with a tired face.

"Sherlock, you're back...Mycroft?!" Watson was obviously a little surprised by Mycroft's presence, and Mycroft's condition was definitely not good. The suit has also been ravaged to the point of being invisible, and most importantly, he is now being carried on Sherlock's shoulders, with no image at all.

Sherlock expressed dissatisfaction with Watson's focus on Mycroft's behavior. He threw Mycroft directly on the sofa, causing poor Mycroft to open his eyes with a cry of pain.

He was a little dazed, but he regained consciousness immediately, and subconsciously grabbed to the side.

"Your umbrella is not in your hands, I think you need to make a new one." Sherlock, who knew Mycroft very well, said indifferently, "It's a pity for that black umbrella that is comparable to nuclear weapons."

The moment Mycroft heard Sherlock's voice, he relieved his tense emotions, and the expression on his face was much calmer.He sat up and looked at his