I have special killing skills

Brother, after making sure he didn't see any trauma, he said, "Anthea will take care of it."

"Praise God, your assistant is so versatile. How about asking him to connect you with a dentist and a weight loss coach?"

Sherlock's words were harsh, as if he had never been at peace with Mycroft.Watson sighed, reached out and patted Sherlock's arm: "Before you explain your adventure just now, Sherlock, would you please sit down and have a cup of black tea?" He turned and went to the kitchen to make tea while walking He said, "By the way, Sherlock, how is that Miss Max?"

"Max?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, then looked at his younger brother with a half-smile.

Sherlock has apparently tricked his good doctor again.

"He's fine, I think I've helped her solve the problem." Sherlock said this without changing his face, and glanced at Mycroft, the meaning of the threat was self-evident.

Mycroft especially opened his eyes, not paying attention.

When Watson brought over the black tea, he said, "I didn't find the information you wanted, Sherlock, there are guests at home today, the neighbor next door, and Moriarty and Moran."

"I didn't see them." The subtext is to pretend they never came.

"But Moran is still upstairs." Watson pointed his index finger upwards, "Oh, and Moriarty."

Brother Holmes' eyes twitched in unison.

=======================【Small Theater—XX’s Wish (Reunion)】=============== =========

Thor:

1 year old: to grow up

5 years old: taller than younger brother

10 years old: To become stronger and protect my younger brother

15 years old: To become stronger and protect my younger brother

20 years old: I want to bring my brother home

25 years old: Brother, can you not just run away from home QAQ

Rocky:

1 year old: want to grow up

5 years old: want to learn magic

10 years old: I want my father to see me and grow taller

15 years old: I want my father to see me and become stronger

20 years old: I want to be the king of the world

25 years old: I will have no more wishes

Tony:

1 year old: toys, buy, buy, buy

5 years old: school, buy, buy, buy

10 years old: Arms, buy, buy, buy

15 years old: artificial intelligence, buy it back and do it yourself

20 years old: whatever it is, buy buy buy

25 years old: help Jarvis get a body, then something else...buybuybuy

Jarvis:

1 year old: sir, don't drink too much

5 years old: sir, remember to charge it every day

10 years old: Sir, going to Australia to start a farm is very good

15 years old: sir, eat on time

20 years old: sir, don't drive a tractor casually

25 years old: Sir, can I be buried in the sea with you

☆、95·Watson's bedroom

Moriarty rolled himself into a ball, curled up in Moran's arms, and slept deeply with his eyes closed, and they were located in Watson's bedroom on the third floor of 221B Baker Street.

Although Loki still doesn't like Moriarty, he still helps Moriarty to drag Moran back from death.Thor may have a high level of force, but his magic is so poor that it cannot be flattered. Loki told Moriarty that although he saved Moran's life, due to Thor's messing around just now, Moran might Going to rest in bed for a while.

Moriarty cursed the big blond man silently in his heart, but his face was still full of smiles, especially after seeing Loki's face change from indifferent to fragile after seeing Thor, Moriarty's The smile became more prominent.

A natural born actor, Rocky Cookie, it's Hollywood's loss that you don't do movies.

Jarvis was summoned by Tony Stark to leave, and Moriarty couldn't move Moran alone, so he kindly begged Watson to let them rest temporarily.Watson is a good doctor, although he has clear grievances and grievances, he still takes Moriarty in.

Because Moriarty told him very sincerely: "During this year, Mr. Detective and I spent a good time in Australia. His body was seriously injured, but fortunately, I helped him. , and he has never stopped missing you, it's really touching, isn't it?"

Whether the second half of the sentence is true or not, Watson has reservations, but for Moriarty helping Sherlock, Watson feels embarrassed to throw them out.

Besides, Moran was a very nice gentleman.

But maybe they slept too peacefully on Peanut's bed, and Sherlock, who opened the door and walked in, frowned unconsciously.

Keenly sensing that someone was coming in, Moriarty opened his eyes, and without turning his head, he just gently reached Moran's waist with his hand under the quilt and held the pistol.He slightly raised his eyelids, looked at the profile of Moran who was still sleeping deeply, and curled the corners of his mouth.

My man, dead or alive, will always be mine.

"I think we need to talk." Sherlock reached out and closed the door, then sat down on the chair by the window.

Moriarty pulled out the gun and hid it under the quilt without a trace, then propped up his upper body, the quilt slipped from his shoulders, and Sherlock's eyelids twitched.Because this man was obviously not wearing anything, and his naked upper body was so white that it made people dizzy.

But Moriarty was obviously not in the mood to let others take advantage of him. Besides, Moran was only asleep and not dead yet. He didn't want to make this narrow-minded guy come over and get mad again.

He took Moran's windbreaker from the side, threw it on himself with a flick, tied the belt around his waist tightly, and his waist is very thin. Moriarty, who is much thinner than Moran, looks like a man who sneaked through it. The boy in the adult's clothes looked a little strangely cute.He shook his arm, looked at the sleeves that could cover his hands, and found that he was really far behind Moran.

But there are some things that can be replenished—such as knowledge, and some things can never be replenished—such as height.

Moriarty got up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Sherlock, crossing his legs.

Sherlock's sight was obviously not disturbed by the two bare calves protruding from the wind, he just calmly waited for Moriarty to put on his clothes - although there was only one piece - and then said: "It seems that he It's all right."

"Yes, there are always some supernatural powers that can make him better." Moriarty tilted his head with a smile, "From your expression, Mycroft is also safe."

Sherlock said: "He's downstairs, and I don't think his dentist has to worry about work in his life."

Oh, and it looks like the kind good doctor has delicious treats for him.Moriarty rubbed his chin, looking interested: "Are you sure you want Mycroft and John to be together? They don't look right."

Sherlock looked indifferent: "No."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Believe me, Mr. Detective, no one understands people's hearts better than I do. When two people care about the same thing, they will always have conflicts, whether What is it?"

Sherlock is obviously dissatisfied with this description: "I am human."

Moriarty spread his hands and made a very indifferent gesture: "Then just wait and see, after you go down, you will definitely see a depressed little John."

Sherlock frowned, but he thought about how Mycroft and Watson got along in the past, and it seemed...it was really not good.

But the consulting detective would not abandon the conversation just because of Moriarty's simple provocation.He changed his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, and then spoke, his voice was as low as ever, like a sacred whisper: "Who is it that kidnapped Mycroft."

"Magneto, a very powerful mutant, I think you will know him." Moriarty hid one hand under the quilt, and gently patted Moran's body with the other, as if to make him feel better. Good slumber.

Sherlock has indeed heard the name of Magneto, after all, this person's level of danger is second only to Grindelwald.The materials stored in the thinking palace named "Sherlock Holmes" were quickly flipped through, and Sherlock found all kinds of news about Magneto.

Germany, battle, Pentagon, prison break, flying stadium.

These all undoubtedly showed the danger and lethality of this person, making Sherlock frowned unconsciously.

"You can rest assured, my great detective," Moriarty held his chin, looking not worried at all, his tiptoe dangling, "Eric may be dangerous, but I have a very good solution." Method."

"I don't think the artificial intelligence named Justin can help, he's metal." Sherlock looked at Moriarty and said.

Moriarty rolled his eyes: "His name is Jarvis, not Justin, and if Stark wants to, he can create an anti-magnetic armor within a week, which is not a problem. But Compared with violence, I prefer to resolve things peacefully, you know, I can be a poor London citizen, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutations, I have nothing, and I can only rely on myself."

As he spoke, Moriarty grabbed the phone from the side.This is Moran's mobile phone, a BlackBerry, without a fancy touchscreen or a fancy case, but it's functional.Moriarty quickly pressed a message and sent it.

"What did you do?" Given Moriarty's sudden thoughts, Sherlock didn't trust him.

Moriarty shook the mobile phone in his hand: "A text message, obviously Charles always believes in his supernatural powers, but he always forgets to use modern communication equipment, this is a bad habit."

"Who is that?"

"People who can make Magneto completely lose all fighting ability and emotional discrimination, they have a special bond, or they are lovers, but the way they get along... is special." Moriarty said while putting the phone away Going back to Moran's side, "I told him Eric's address, I believe he can get here at night, Charles' students always have some magical abilities, such as traveling through space, oh that's better than the one who doesn't know teleportation Apparition is much easier to use where it is."

Sherlock didn't speak anymore, he just connected these together silently.

Because he knew that the future of London might be very dangerous.

Moriarty continued to look at Sherlock with his chin up, and Sherlock felt cool when he saw it, and then he heard Moriarty's voice with a unique ending: "Hey, big detective, when are you going to Marry a good doctor?"

Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, yes, obviously stupefied, which made Moriarty cover his mouth and laugh.Sherlock was very dissatisfied with his gaffe, and frowned slightly: "UK does not allow same-sex marriage."

Moriarty waved his hand nonchalantly: "Come on, now the British government is sitting downstairs. I believe he will pass a certain bill to make London fly the rainbow flag when you all need it."

"It's tough."

"No, it's just a phone call."

"..." Sherlock's eyes swept across Moran, and then settled on Moriarty, "I just think that you don't like marriage."

Moriarty smiled and tilted his head, not surprised that Sherlock saw what he meant.Yes, he only asked about this because he wanted to get married, but the UK doesn't allow it. It's better to push Sherlock and let him go to Mycroft. It's a good idea, so Moriarty didn't hide himself Meaning: "Yes, marriage, it's just that two people lied before God, who knows if it's true. But now I prefer to use this as a rope to tie a good man tightly," Mo Riati winked at Sherlock. "After seeing so many people, I think it's important to tie Moran down."

Sherlock ignored him, got up and left the house.Moriarty did not stop him, and watched him leave with a smile.

It seems that the big detective started to think about his own suggestion. It's good that he forgot to let himself and Sebastian leave Watson's room. Maybe they can consider staying in Sherlock's bedroom after Watson officially moved to Sherlock's bedroom. here?

This might be a very good idea.

The pistol Moriarty was holding didn't come in handy in the end, but that didn't matter. He tilted his body and lay gently on Moran's body.

Through the quilt, he couldn't feel Moran's body temperature, but that didn't stop little Jim from covering the blond man's cheek with his palm.

He still remembered that last time this man did not complete his marriage proposal.

"That's great, you're still alive." Moriarty traced the outline of the man with his hands, and said softly, "I know you're awake."

Moran's closed eyes slowly opened, and the blue pupils met Moriarty's brown eyes, deep and indifferent.

Moriarty propped himself up slightly and kissed the man's eyes, and then smiled foolishly to himself.

"Dear Moran, I hope you don't forget to propose. I'm waiting."

☆、96·Russian nursing home

Moran stretched out his arms and gently hugged little Jim lying on his body.

He could feel that there was no feeling on his back, not because of the numbness caused by the serious injury, but the general comfort that nothing happened.Although in a coma, Moran could still feel something that happened.

Especially, the green-eyed man walked into the room, and Moriarty said something to him, and the man supported himself, with a light blue light on his hands, and his back no longer hurts .It was a magical feeling, he could hear what the green-eyed man was saying, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and he couldn't understand it.

Moran had always known that Moriarty had many friends, although he hadn't met many, but now it was clear that Moran knew that all of his friends had magical abilities.

Even from death to life.

Moran began to understand why he watched Moriarty swallow himself with a gun at the beginning, but a year later this man stood alive and kicking in front of him.Moran once thought it was his own fantasy, he was insane, maybe it was only now that he really told himself that his Jim was back and belonged to him alone.

But these are all unimportant. What Moran is more concerned about is that his little Jim has concealed some things from him.

With a slight force, Moriarty's body was lifted up by him, which allowed Moran to see Moriarty's eyes at a glance.Moriarty didn't resist, but just stared into Moran's eyes with a smile, seeming to be very focused.Moran's eyes are usually beautiful blue like the sky, with long eyelashes, which is very attractive. Moriarty did not resist the feeling of liking in his heart, and reached out to touch the corner of his lover's eyes.

It felt very comfortable. Moriarty buried his head in the crook of this man's neck, his cheek against his cheek, and he could still smell the delicious peppermint on Moran's body.

"Jim, I never ask about your job."

Moran's voice sounded in his ears, deep and stable.

Moriarty looked up at him, and he heard Moran continue, "I don't mind if you are a university professor or a mafia boss, it doesn't matter to me, I just want you to tell me," Moran held out his hand At the back of Moriarty's head, fingers | inserted into the short black hair, "Will that bring you any danger?"

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and laughed. In fact, when Eric wanted to use this to provoke Moran to turn against him, Moriarty knew the choice Moran would make.

His Sebastian is such a good man, he is even willing to give me all the good things in the world, which is really good.

Regarding his lover's question, Moriarty was not stingy about answering: "No, my Sebastian, I like that feeling, I like to tell others my interesting ideas, and watch others go after reading it." Implement it, that's very fulfilling. Believe me, there are a lot of shady things in the world, and I'd rather settle them than let some little bastards full of bad ideas break the police and the law, it's always been me Your contribution as a good citizen."

If Sherlock was still here, he would have scoffed at Moriarty's shameless braggadocio, and then criticized him mercilessly.

However, Moran didn't have any doubts, or he didn't want to doubt at all.

Tightening his arms tightly, and letting Moriarty's face rest on his shoulders again, Moran said softly, "As long as you like, Jim, some only follow your wishes."

Moriarty gave his lover a reward without hesitation, let him wrap his arms around Moran's neck, and took a bite: "This is not our territory, in order to prevent the big detective from shooting me down in the future, I will I think my reward will be given to you when I get home."

Moran didn't speak, nor did he ask what his reward was. He just kept this posture, and then asked, "Eric also makes mistakes."

"He's never been smart enough, Sebastian, and he gave all his brains to Charles - oh, that's his lover - and Charles can solve the world's most delicate equations and mathematical problems, his It will only make people feel emotional, but Eric's head is probably made of magnets, so he can't digest any knowledge," Moriarty mercilessly criticized Magneto for letting his Moran leave him to do some dangerous actions, "When Charles comes over, I promise Eric will get his comeuppance."

Moran didn't know who Charles was, he had never heard the name during the year he had been with Eric, but he didn't ask.

Survival after the catastrophe, this is Moran's mood at the moment, it is rare to be able to survive such a serious injury.

He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep with Moriarty in his arms, but it was obvious that Moriarty was not ready to let him do so.

Little Jim smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch Moran's eyelashes. When Moran looked at him again, Moriarty pouted: "Answer my question, when is the proposal?"

Moran froze for a moment, then turned his head as if he didn't hear.

But immediately, Moriarty pinched his face and broke him back.He was wearing Moran's trench coat, which made it difficult for Moriarty to reach his pockets, given the height difference between them.Fumbling around in his pocket, he finally found the box.

Delicate purple velvet.

Moriarty didn't wait for Moran to speak, and opened the box on his own.There is a platinum ring quietly placed inside, with a beautiful color, no complicated patterns but simple elegance.Moriarty just lay on Moran's body like this, took out the ring and put it on himself, then stretched out his hand to have a look, and nodded to himself: "Not bad."

Moran was a little taken aback, because the program was obviously different from what he had imagined.

Moriarty didn't care about the difference. Since he decided to marry this person, he had to get married. It might be a stupid behavior to trap a person with marriage, but obviously his Moran would like this. Moriarty didn't mind having the little ring around him either.

Moran pursed his lips and took the necklace from his neck.At the bottom of the chain is a ring of the same style.

Take it off and put it on, Moran's face is completely different from Moriarty's solemnity.Moriarty watched him move with a smile, and then directly grabbed Moran's hand.

The two rings touched together, and it looked like a happy feeling.

Of course, this was Moran's mental activity. At the moment, Moriarty just felt that the process of proposing marriage should be as simple as possible. You see, Moran can be locked up for the rest of his life just like this. How good it is.

Moriarty took Moran's phone, then took a picture of their clasped hands and posted it on Twitter.

【Little Jim: The male ticket proposed to me =v=】

-Comment:

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: Return my BOSS first! 【fall

-Mike who loves cookies: I'm at Baker Street, Anthea, pick me up in two hours

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: QAQ OK!

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: I forgot to mention, congratulations~

- Cosmic Hero Stark: You have someone who wants to... Congratulations

- Natasha: Sprinkle flowers~ wait for marriage

-Lao Jia Ai Maintenance: I can provide the most convenient wedding package, and congratulations

- Huoguang Parker: ... Boss is developing so fast!

Satisfied looking at the comment section where the fryer started, Moriarty threw away the phone.

Moran breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Moriarty: "Jim, I promise that in the rest of my life..."

"Stop." Moriarty bit his mouth mercilessly, and successfully stopped Moran's next words. He turned over, lay down beside Moran, and quickly took off his underwear. Throwing the windbreaker to the ground, he nestled himself into Moran's arms, hugged Moran's neck with his hands, and looked up at him, "Although I don't mind some messy things, I hope you can put these words Save it for later."

"When?"

"When we get married, I will ask Grindelwald to officiate for us."

Moran was taken aback, and even forgot to take away Moriarty's hand touching his body: "Who is that?"

Moriarty narrowed his eyes with a smile: "A person who has lived for a long time, and he believes in no one but himself. I believe in him more than I swear in front of God."

For Moran, who used to be a believer but now only believes in Moriarty, this obviously did not convince him: "Why?"

Moriarty tilted his head, with a nice smile on his face: "If you do something wrong, I beg God to kill you, I'm afraid he won't care about me, but if I let Grindelwald kill you, he will Think of many ways to help me relieve my anger."

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Unlike the affection upstairs - ignoring Moriarty's unconscious threats - the atmosphere downstairs is obviously not good.

Under Mycroft's "inadvertent" disclosure, Watson already knew that Sherlock had deceived himself again.Yes, again, Sherlock always took pleasure in fooling him.

But Watson is not an unreasonable person. On the contrary, the good doctor has always been upright and kind. He knows that Sherlock does not let him follow him just for safety, but this is not the reason for Sherlock to deceive him.Watson did not quarrel with him, nor did he punch him--though the good doctor would have liked to, but Mycroft was there after all--but went into the kitchen with a serious face.

This is a very bad sign, and Sherlock believes that in the next few days, he will experience the days without Watson to chat with, without Watson's blog, and without a good nightlife.

Crouching above the railing, this is Sherlock's unique posture when he is bored or upset.Mycroft, who was eating the cookies in his spare time, took a look, then frowned: "Sherlock, come down."

Sherlock glanced at him, then looked away.

"Mommy will be angry if you do this."

"Don't always scare me with Mummy, Mycroft!" Despite saying this, Sherlock returned to his normal sitting posture, but his expression was even more ugly.

It was not the first time for Mycroft to face his brother who was in a bad mood. For him, Sherlock was like a miracle of life, but later this miracle got farther and farther away from him.However, Mycroft has always insisted that Sherlock's various rebelliousness and stubbornness are all manifestations of his acting like a baby.Oh my lovely brother, he is becoming more and more like a goldfish.

Swallowing the cookie in his mouth, Mycroft took a sip of black tea, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips: "It's not good."

Sherlock didn't look at him, his eyes were glued to the busy Watson, which also caused him to appear a little absent-minded when he spoke: "Milk and sugar are on the table, I want to add it myself."

Mycroft thought about the dentist's advice to him, and decided not to take it.

After all, the table is six steps away from him, which is really far.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa, Mycroft tapped his fingers on the table to get Sherlock's attention: "Mummy didn't know you were back, I hope you can come home with me to see in a few days."

"No." Sherlock refused.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes: "Sherlock, I hope you don't let Mummy down again, you know how sad Mummy was when you disappeared."

"Obviously you want to send me to that damn hospital!"

"It's a nursing home, where you will get the best placement."

Sherlock gritted his teeth. In fact, the reason why he fled was because he didn't want to accept Mycroft's arrangement.The call Watson received was actually from Mycroft, who was trying to kidnap himself to that damn nursing home.

The nursing home is far away in Russia. In Mycroft's view, the more dangerous the place is, the safest it is, and the wise choice is to stay away from NATO.In a deserted underground place in Russia, there is such a room, which Mycroft calls a nursing home.

It was a closed room, surrounded by soft walls wrapped in soft feathers and leather, with windows on the roof, which could only be seen but never touched.There are no sharp objects in the room, and there are no things that can be used for recreation. There is only a soft bed that is fixed on the ground. 【Note】

There are the best doctors and nurses, they will give the best care and anesthesia analgesics, as well as nutritional medicine.Yes, if you go in, you can't even eat, you can only survive by medicine.The soft walls prevent the possibility of suicide by hitting the wall, and the high windows prevent the possibility of escape.

Sherlock has been there and brought it with him for half a year, it was a day worse than death.

At that time, Sherlock was only 17 years old, and he was addicted to drugs.Sherlock is a genius, and the common problem of geniuses is that their heads are running too fast and they can't find the matching problems.He memorized all the books in the library, he looked at every corner of the world map, and he even started to study the structure of the human body, but none of this satisfied him.

So he started to use drugs, hoping to win in the process of fighting against drugs, so as to be happy.

But it's a pity that an excellent brain can't guarantee that his body can also be immune to everything, and he has become dependent on those damn drugs.When Lestrade, a police detective, caught him as a drug addict, Mycroft took him and threw him in that facility.

I made it possible for Mycroft and Lestrade to meet for the first time, but what I got was half a year of death and a sad life.

This room is the lowest floor of Sherlock's thinking palace. When Sherlock jumped from the upstairs and was dying, he entered the room at the lowest floor of the thinking palace. Looking at the soft walls and high windows, he finally Escaped and gained a new life.

Everything is terrible like hell, and Sherlock shudders when he thinks about it.

"Why do you want me to go there? I'm not addicted to drugs now, and I even quit smoking." Sherlock cast his eyes on Mycroft, his tone cold.

Mycroft held onto the arm of the sofa, looking nonchalant, but only he knew it, and he was well aware of Sherlock's fear.For Mycroft, Sherlock is a treasure, but he will not let this treasure be destroyed.

Rather than being the sharpest knife and cutting off all the dangerous elements in him, Mycroft did not want to see Sherlock's corpse under his connivance.

He looked at his younger brother, the man who still had the same fluffy and soft black curly hair as when he was a child, Mycroft curled his lips and smiled: "I sent you there for the first time because of drug addiction, I don't want to see it one day I got a report of your death due to drug overdose." The voice paused, and Mycroft's voice was low, "And a year ago, I also wanted you to go to detoxification."

"I said I didn't!" Sherlock frowned.

"You have." Mycroft still looked indifferent, with a sense of leisure and contentment in his smile, but his eyes revealed his sharp emotions. "Drugs will kill you, and so will John Watson."

Sherlock froze for a moment, then pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Mycroft didn't stop talking because of his younger brother's expression, he leaned forward slightly while leaning on the arm of the sofa: "You jumped from upstairs to protect him, yes, you are willing to die for him, Sherlock , it's dangerous."

John Watson is the poison of Sherlock Holmes. Mycroft hoped that Sherlock would quit him, but unfortunately, he missed that opportunity.

Sherlock didn't refute, because although he didn't like to admit that Mycroft was right, he didn't want to lie either, so he could only keep silent.

Death and Watson, he will always choose the latter, which is the unquestionable choice of a consulting detective with ordinary people's feelings.

However, this slightly tense conversation did not last, because Mycroft unilaterally ended it: "Sherlock, I told you that emotion is the greatest enemy of reason. If you can control it, then you Love can be ruled, but if you can't control it, then you are facing endless danger."

"I will not leave John." Sherlock looked at Mycroft with the same stubborn eyes as when he was a child.

I thought Mycroft would treat you coldly, but unexpectedly, Mycroft smiled and spread his hands: "If this is your choice, Sherlock, I respect you. If there is any danger, I will protect you , my brother, as I promised."

Sherlock looked at Mycroft, and for a split second he wanted to hug the man.

But immediately, his face stiffened again.

Because Mycroft took out a small device and stuck it on the back of his tie, which looked very sophisticated and hidden: "I recorded the conversation we just had, and it will appear on Mommy's desk tomorrow, Sherlock, if you don't want to make Mommy angry, you'd better go home and bring Dr. Watson with you, I believe Mommy will be happy to see you."

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, and then asked in a low voice angrily, "So, you just wanted me to go home..."

"Of course." Mycroft calmly put the recording equipment into his pocket, not realizing that he had missed a good opportunity to repair the relationship with his brother.

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, with a rigid expression, burning with anger.

Damn it, Mycroft always gets what he wants, every time!

The author has something to say: [Note] This refers to the room that Sherlock saw at the bottom of the thinking palace in the third season when she was hit by Mary and was dying.

By the way, Master Que really has amazing acting skills in this scene~

☆、97·Hello, Lestrade

They sat by the fireplace, facing each other, but the atmosphere between them was almost freezing.

Mycroft didn't pay attention to Sherlock's expression, but that didn't mean others couldn't see it either, as Sherlock's displeasure was clearly evident.

Watson didn't hear the conversation the two brothers had just had. Since their conversations together were conversations that only their brains could keep up with, apart from quarreling, Watson would keep his head empty even if he sat next to them, unless Xia Locke asked him questions.

Putting down the finished lunch on the dining table, Watson looked back at them.

Mycroft was holding the phone, vaguely the Twitter window, while Sherlock was holding the phone with a stern face, but he didn't use it, but put the phone on the screen with his slender fingers. The fingertips turned, as if playing a game.

Judging from Sherlock's expression, Watson was sure that Mycroft once again had the upper hand in their just battle.

Mycroft