I have special killing skills

Make this your bedroom.

What Mycroft asked of him was to guarantee the safety of the Holmes family within ten days, and he would arrange everything within these ten days. Although he had no special ability, Mycroft had the ability to manipulate many capable people.

Take S.H.I.E.L.D., for example. According to Jarvis, his husband, Mr. Tony Stark, has received an invitation from S.H.I.E.L.D. to come to England to help resist the mysterious Magneto.

However, Iron Man vs. Magneto?Moriarty silently observed 3 minutes of silence for Little Iron Man.

Although Moriarty took the job and got a good salary—this manor was just one of them—he needed security in various senses.Charles may have worked, but it wasn't enough.

Sitting on the soft bed|, he took out his phone and found a name from his contacts that he hadn't contacted for a long time. After thinking about it, he decided to press it.

"Hi, this is Dr. Cooper."

"Hi~ Hello, Sheldon~ Long time no see, I think you might miss me~"

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Sheldon is in a bad mood today.

Across from them lived a woman with beautiful blond hair and a sweet smile, Penny, the neighbor who won the love of everyone but Sheldon.In comparison, he prefers the former transvestite, at least that person will put his police uniform, women's dress, sex|interest|underwear separately in the closet, instead of putting all of them together like Penny Things were thrown all over the place.

Goodness, the thermal motion of molecules is not so chaotic!

And this annoying mood lasted the whole day. Shelton was thinking about the possibility of sneaking into Penny's room to help her tidy up at night, and after making a series of plans, he couldn't wait for dinner. Then let Leonard go to sleep.

Oh, and he's not going to tell that short roommate that he's installed a plugin on his phone that turns on the front-facing camera whenever Sheldon needs it.

Thanks to the almighty Jobs, smartphones really work.

While Sheldon was waiting for Leonard to buy dinner, his cell phone rang.Looking at the watch, it is now 52:[-] in the afternoon. It seems that it will be a while before Leonard returns. Sheldon pressed the answer button.

"Hi, this is Dr. Cooper."

Immediately, Sheldon heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice from the receiver: "Hi~ Hello, Sheldon~ Long time no see, I think you might miss me~"

As a man with an IQ of 187, it took Sheldon less than a second to extract information about this person from his brain.

Jim Moriarty, a little guy who studied geology.

Sheldon raised his eyebrows, and there was a momentary look of excitement on his face.In fact, Moriarty is not smart(?) nor clever(??) and a little stuffy(???), but to Sheldon, this is the second most interesting person he has ever met.

The first interesting one is Gellert.

"Looks like my call caught you by surprise, dear Sheldon~"

Moriarty's words made Sheldon raise his eyebrows for the second time, after all, in his impression, the short roommate who shared the dormitory with him could not speak in such a strange tone.But Sheldon didn't think more, he raised his legs and muted the TV: "It's really unexpected, Jim, you interrupted me watching Doctor Who."

"Doctor Who? Oh, lovely Sheldon, I still like things that children like at my age." Before Sheldon could refute, Moriarty quickly said the next words——with Sheldon He had his own way of talking, "If I remember correctly, you may still have contact with that German man."

"Gellert? He's a nice gentleman, and funny."

"Then may I ask you to do me a favor? I wish I could get in touch with him."

"No, the research project in my hand..."

"Doctor Who, Sheldon, you have to know that I am British, and so is Doctor Who. I can help you get an appointment with the Doctor Who actor himself."

"..."

When Leonard returned home with the takeaway, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Sheldon sitting on the sofa holding his mobile phone.The replay of Doctor Who was still playing on the TV, but it was on mute.

This made Lailao feel very wrong. As a die-hard fan of Doctor Who, Sheldon would never let go of any opportunity to see him.

"Sheldon, what are you doing there?" Leonard said as he walked towards the table after closing the door.

Sheldon didn't answer him, and still sat there, but stared straight at Leonard.That look is like a little girl seeing a doll, with stars shining inside.

Leonard would be happy if it was his lovely neighbor across the way looking at him like this, but if it was Sheldon instead... oh, that's scary.

Shaking his shoulders, Leonard quickly said, "Is it Chinese food? Yes. Is it tangerine peel chicken? Yes. Did you ask for no chili peppers? Yes. Did you buy soy sauce from the supermarket? Yes. Is the soy sauce low-salt? I wanted to buy that kind, but I wanted to deceive you on purpose that the kind is no longer available, so I bought something else.” Almost out of breath, Leonard took a sharp breath, and then Said to Sheldon, "Okay, I know I did something wrong, you can start complaining, don't stare at me like that."

Sheldon curled his lips first, then the corners of his eyes twitched quickly, then his shoulders began to shake, and finally his whole body began to twitch.

All this leaves Leonard dumbfounded, but immediately, Sheldon is back to normal as he jumps up and then hops around like a child.

"Doctor Who! I can see Doctor Who!!!"

There was a loud voice, and Leonard was so frightened that he sat directly on the ground.And in a manor on the outskirts of London, England, far away, the black-haired man hung up the phone with satisfaction, and then smiled and said to the blond man who called him to eat: "I think we have another one for our safety." Guaranteed, dear Sebastian, Moriarty is always omnipotent, isn't he~"

☆, 109. Sea's Daughter Charles

After lunch, Moriarty smiled and hugged Moran who was washing the dishes—the housewife is really useful—he walked out of the room and walked slowly to the warehouse beside him.

The warehouse is very large, open the door, and there are haystacks stacked up to the ceiling.There is a wooden barrel in the corner, the water in it is very cloudy, I don't know when it was placed here.The warehouse looks airtight, but in fact, some sounds can still be heard vaguely.

For example, the cry of the little lamb not far away is soft.

Moriarty didn't care that his calfskin shoes were stained with grass clippings, and the floor was covered with thick dry grass, which was soft to step on.Moriarty walked to the middle of the warehouse and looked up at the small open skylight in the middle.

The sun shone in through the skylight, which was a bit dazzling.

"BOSS." A person came out from behind the haystack, and Moriarty squinted his eyes, only to see that the one wearing black clothes and holding a gun in each hand was his fire-breathing little Parker.

There was a smile on Moriarty's face: "It's a pleasure to see you, my little Parker. What do you think of my manor?"

Parker scratched his head, a nice smile appeared on his sunny and handsome face: "Very beautiful."

"It's really nice to get your compliment," Moriarty tilted his head with a smile, "but don't think sweet words can fool me, little Parker, come on, tell me, did you have any weird things last night? What about the things I asked you to do?"

Parker didn't think there was anything unusual about Nemoriarty's words. In fact, he would be immune to some of them if he heard them a lot.He poked the gun in his right hand directly on the haystack, then touched the pocket of his trousers, took out a note from it and handed it to Moriarty: "Boss, Professor Charles asked me to give it to you."

Moriarty took it and glanced at it.

That is a string of numbers.

It looks like the cute curly-haired professor has realized that his phone is not safe, so he changed it.Oh, this efficiency is really high.Moriarty memorized the string of numbers in his head with a smile, then held the corner of the paper with his fingertips and stretched it out in front of Parker: "Burn him."

Parker snapped his fingers, and the paper burst into flames, and before he could burn Moriarty's fingers, Moriarty gently tossed it into the bucket in the corner.

Here is all dry grass, if you don't pay attention to it, there will be a big fire. Moriarty has no good habit of burning himself to death.

"Where is Charles now?"

Parker pointed in one direction: "There is a small hotel there, and Professor Charles lives in the room at the end of the second floor," the voice paused, "He asked me to buy a wheelchair, but I think he has no problem walking."

Moriarty blinked, and then laughed: "Oh, it's not very surprising, is it? The little professor wants to exchange his legs for the ability to save the lost shark prince, which sounds like the daughter of the sea, What a beautiful fairy tale~"

Parker could hear every word in Moriarty's drawing, but it was confusing to put together, so he remained silent.

Moriarty wasn't prepared to delay too long, after all Moran was about to finish washing the dishes.He looked at Parker with a smile and said: "Go back and tell Charles, I will help him get Eric, and promise not to do anything to Eric, but if he can't handle that person, I will let someone handle him. "

There was a moment of worry on Parker's face: "BOSS, I don't think we can resist Eric, he is Magneto, the highest level of mutants."

"I don't like your cowardice, little Parker. If you say something like that again, I'll break off your teeth and use them as decorations." Moriarty smiled and said terrible words, but he didn't hide his thoughts, "I will Invite a powerful person, believe me, the power that exists in this world will never be the same, and I can win protection for ourselves."

Parker didn't know what it was, but as Moriarty himself said, Moriarty could do anything, he just had to listen.

Satisfied with Parker's obedience, Moriarty took a few steps forward, stood still in front of Parker, raised his head slightly to look at the brown-haired man who was much taller than himself.Parker met Moriarty's brown-black eyes, and his ears turned slightly red, but returned to normal immediately.Moriarty seemed to like Parker's reaction very much, he stretched out his hand with a smile, and gently attached Parker's cheek.

Then, finger hard, leaving a deep red mark.

Parker was motionless, as if feeling no pain.In fact, the moment Moriarty's palm temperature touched him, Parker had already lost his sense of pain.

"Remember, you disobeyed me, so I gave you a slap, and now you are ordered by me to leave here and return to London." Moriarty stood on tiptoe and said softly beside Parker, "The action must be Quick, my little Parker, you must leave before Charles regains his strength."

Parker was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Moriarty with an unclear expression in his eyes: "Are you driving me away?"

Moriarty smiled, put his hand down, but didn't take it back, but pressed it on Parker's heart: "Why? My most capable subordinate, you are the most likable. What I want you to do Far better than waiting here to die."

Parker pursed his lips, and finally nodded.

Moriarty patted him with a smile: "Go back, go see Voldemort, tell him I'm on vacation, and I'll go back to make a deal with him in a few days. Then go to the tavern opposite my house to find a man named Sirius Man, tell him that Loki is crazy, that you saw Loki trying to kill Thor."

Parker blinked, a little puzzled: "Boss, I don't think this will be of any use to you."

"Little idiot, of course it's useful." Moriarty tilted his head, "Voldemort will be our bargaining chip. If he is stabilized, I will have a chance to sell him."

Boss, when did you change your career to become a human trafficker?Parker muttered something, but didn't say it.Instead, he asked, "Then, Sirius?"

Moriarty rubbed his chin, and there was excitement in his eyes: "Oh, this is my little hobby, dear Parker, I am here to fight people desperately, but Loki is peacefully cultivating with his tall lover Feelings, how disgusting is this? I'm going to make him a little trouble, obviously, that guy named Sirius who looks like he has no head is suitable."

Parker would not have any doubts about his boss's various weird little hobbies. He nodded, took the gun in his hand, and left quickly through the back door of the warehouse.

Moriarty stretched his waist and walked out happily. As soon as he went out, he saw Moran standing in front of the door. The blond man was leaning against the door frame, looking at him with eyes as blue as the sea. To Moriarty, the afternoon sun shone inside like a bright lake.

"Dear Moran, I can't see you for just a few minutes, and my heart hurts because of missing you." Moriarty rushed over. Since Moran stood on the steps and there was an irreparable height difference, Moriah Dee could only hug the man's waist.

Moran hugged him back, and then said, "Did you have fun?"

Moriarty nodded with a smile: "Happy."

"Like I said, Jim, don't let me see you in crisis."

"Even if I die, I will take you with me, my Sebastian, we have always agreed~"

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After drinking a cup of black tea, Moriarty dragged Moran to "visit" Sherlock Holmes Manor.

The Sherlock Holmes Manor doesn't look old, even though it has existed for hundreds of years according to the data, the house still looks very warm and beautiful.Picking up the small basket on the handle, Moriarty straightened the floral cloth covering the basket, then walked up the steps with the most flattering smile on his face and knocked on the door.

It was a woman who came to open the door. She looked a little fat, but she could still vaguely see from her face that she was a beauty when she was young.She was a little surprised when she saw Moriarty: "Hi, this is Holmes' house, are you...?"

Moriarty laughed, and I have to say that his face can always deceive many people. He is innocent and kind, and with a harmless smile, he is always so cute: "Good day, Mrs. Holmes, I just moved To Jim at the next-door estate, he's my love, Moran."

Moriarty withheld his surname because he wasn't sure if the sweet and good Inspector had accidentally mentioned him, since "Moriarty" wasn't a common surname.And Moran solemnly extended his right hand when Moriarty introduced, "It's nice to see you, ma'am, you still look beautiful."

Mrs. Holmes was a little happy. After all, no matter how old a woman is, she likes others to praise her for her beauty. In addition, Moran is very handsome, which made Mrs. Holmes have a good impression.She reached out her hand, shook it with Moran, then turned her head and shouted inside: "Mycroft! Come out to entertain guests, and I want to see my little gingerbread!"

Moriarty raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this good lady was not as easy to fool as she had encountered before.

Look, it's been a while, and they still haven't been able to enter the door. Sure enough, Holmes who can give birth to two Holmes is very... Holmes. =A=

When Mycroft appeared in front of Moriarty, Moriarty put on a very harmless smile: "We meet again, Mr. Holmes."

"Call me Mycroft." Given that there were many Mr. Holmes in the room, Mycroft graciously gave Moriarty the right to call him by his name, then he turned to Moran and stretched out his hand, "Long time no see , Sebastian."

Moran nodded and stretched out his hand: "Sir."

Moriarty thought the two men were never in touch, but it seemed he was wrong.

"I thought you hated him," Moriarty whispered to Moran as he entered the door.

Moran looked up at Mycroft, but said nothing.

☆、110·Periodic table of elements

Ever since he came to Holmes Manor, Watson felt a little uncomfortable.

In his feeling, the person who can cultivate Mycroft and Sherlock, a pair of talented—or unique—brothers, is naturally extraordinary.As for why it's extraordinary... maybe it's the kind of hidden nobleman or very strong woman who played in the movie.

However, very different from Peanut's feeling, Mrs. Holmes is a very gentle lady. The years have not completely obliterated her beauty, but she has not given her a special personality. On the contrary, she looks very approachable.And Sherlock's father is tall and kind-hearted. Obviously, Sherlock's face length is inherited from his father.

A set of phrases prepared was of no use at all, as Sherlock's parents easily accepted Watson, his youngest son's same-sex partner.

"You seem to be a very gentle person, just like Greg." Mrs. Holmes said with a smile while tending the stove.

Watson was obviously uncomfortable, as in fact every man who sees his lover's parents feels uncomfortable, whether his lover is male or female.The peacefulness of the coming out process did not erase the tension, which caused the good doctor to start talking incoherently again: "Yes, I mean Greg is a good person, and I am also a good person... I mean, I am actually a good person. not bad."

Mrs. Holmes saw Watson's embarrassment, which made the good lady laugh.She put the little gingerbread into the oven, while she took off her thick gloves, took off her apron and put it aside, then took a cup of black tea and sat opposite Watson.

Watson's back straightened visibly, but immediately Watson was annoyed by his reaction, like a kid.

But Mrs. Holmes didn't feel disgusted by it. You know, when Lestrade saw him for the first time, his reaction was much worse than Watson's. The good detective even threw black tea on his trousers.

"You are a good boy, I can see that," Mrs. Holmes put the beautiful disk containing cookies in front of Watson, "Sherlock was a stubborn little guy since he was a child, and he is still not very likable when he grows up. But obviously he likes you, and he never misses, and I do like you, John."

Watson blushed, but immediately he replied politely: "My honour, madam."

Mrs. Holmes smiled, took a sip of black tea, and then said: "I heard Mycroft talk about you and Sherlock, oh, he may think it's very casual, but I'm not a stupid person, I know the tricks of the two of them very well," said Mrs. Holmes, blinking at Watson, "You have saved Sherlock more than once, and as a mother, I am very grateful."

This way of speaking is very familiar to Watson. Yes, Sherlock obviously learned the language philosophy of Mrs. Holmes.This made Watson feel familiar, so his expression became more natural: "Sherlock has also helped me a lot, in all aspects."

"That's nice, John."

Watson touched the handle of the black teacup with his fingers, and found the topic: "Madam seems to like logic very much."

"Oh, to be precise, I like mathematics. I used to be a mathematics teacher, and I wrote a book, which sold well." As she spoke, she took a hard-shell book from the shelf beside her, and handed it to Watson, Watson looked at the cover, the name on it surprised him.

"Kinetics of Combustion".

"Although many calculations in it seem a bit simple now, this is Sherlock's favorite book when he was a child. I mean before he was five years old, the little thing started to like some other subjects later," Mrs. Holmes said. She smiled and nodded the book cover, "But I think if you give this to him as a birthday present, he will still like it."

"Thank you." Watson accepted it, and he began to be sure that Sherlock's good brains were inherited from the good lady in front of him.

Mrs. Holmes looked into Watson's eyes and spoke in a gentle voice: "I am very grateful for your care for Sherlock, and I hope you can live a good life in the future, John, this is a mother's hope."

Watson sat up straight again: "I will."

"If you have children, you can let me take them, I will be very happy."

"...Not yet."

"It will be later, honey, I don't mind taking two."

Just when Watson was in distress again, a knock on the door saved him.Mrs. Holmes got up to open the door, and Mycroft took the opportunity to walk behind him with a teacup: "Good doctor, you'd better treat Mummy the same way you treat Sherlock."

Watson looked up in confusion.

Mycroft pointed to the green-eyed curly who huddled himself in the sofa and stared at the fireplace: "He likes to observe, because when he was young, Mommy could always see what bad things he did. Mom Mi can always know what she wants to know."

Watson blinked, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

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When Mycroft led the two guests into the drawing-room, Watson stood up immediately.

Joining him on high alert was Inspector Lestrade, who was having a pleasant conversation with the Holmes brother's father. The good Inspector stood frowning and said nothing.

Moriarty didn't think he felt unwelcome, put the basket on the table with a smile, and removed the floral cloth on it: "Cookies, berry jam next to it, a small gift."

Mycroft's eyes were unconsciously hooked by the basket for a few seconds before moving to Moriarty: "Nice gift."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mycroft~" Moriarty narrowed his eyes happily, then nodded at Watson, and strode towards Sherlock.

Sherlock, who has been in the state of "I'm bored and I need a case", is probably the most welcoming person in this room to Moriarty. After all, Moriarty can make him feel not boring, which is a very good thing .Sherlock, who threw himself on the single sofa, looked at Moriarty who was sitting in front of him, curled his lips: "What a bad meeting, Moriah..."

"Sherlock, get your feet off the couch! I told you so."

A somewhat high-pitched voice came from the kitchen, and Moriarty could tell that it belonged to Mrs. Holmes who looked very gentle.

Sherlock looked a little dissatisfied. He muttered and returned to his normal sitting posture, with his feet on the soft woolen carpet and his hands patted on the armrests. He was obviously in a chaotic state where he was extremely excited but had nowhere to vent. .

If it was in 221B, I'm afraid he would have started shooting his face at the wall with his gun.

If it was on the manor in Australia, he would start playing games with Moriarty, all kinds of games.

Moriarty propped his chin, looked at Sherlock with some interest, and turned to Moran with a lovable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sebastian, I think you can go and tell Inspector Lestrade Speaking of which, he's a nice gentleman, and I think he might need your help, since his mistress is a masterful control freak."

The corners of Mycroft's eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't stop him. He just frowned and watched Moran walking towards Lestrade calmly.

Looks like I'm going to have some cute little secrets to be known by my lover.Oh this sucks.

The conscience of the British government is beginning to regret having brought the scourge of Moriarty into its doors.

In order to prevent Moran from saying too much, Mycroft approached Lestrade with a teacup, and Watson was dragged into the kitchen by Mrs. Holmes, who heard that he was going to learn how to make ginger Biscuits - man, he never knew Sherlock liked them.

In the living room, only Moriarty and Sherlock were left.

"I'm curious. I don't know where to visit Mr. Holmes?" Moriarty thought for a while, and since there were three Mr. Holmes in this room and two men who might bear the surname of Holmes in the future, he decided to be more specific. , "I mean, your father."

Sherlock's hand was still tapping the handrail lightly: "He's feeding the sheep, or preparing firewood... who knows."

Moriarty shrugged, and stopped asking, but said: "Then, detective, maybe we can start playing some cute little games. Let me just say that you can't play tricks if you lose."

"I never lie."

"You lost that time, and you agreed to dance for me, but you hid by pretending to be asleep."

"...That's because you poured me wine, 460 milliliters, far exceeding my normal index!"

"That's beer! Also, you drink with a measuring cylinder! I bought your measuring cylinder!"

Sherlock stared at Moriarty who was yelling at him, moved his mouth, but sat back without saying a word.Moriarty is like a cock that has won a fight, with his head held high and his expression proud.

Moriarty looked left and right: "Is there a 'Little Doctor Genius' here? I like that."

Sherlock snorted: "That's for children."

Moriarty glanced at Sherlock, the "you're a kid" expression evident.But before Sherlock gets angry, he nails the project: "How about Periodic Table Solitaire? I used to play that a lot."

Sherlock frowned, and firmly refused: "No."

Moriarty was a little surprised. In fact, he used to play with Sheldon a lot, which was actually pretty good. It was a good choice to kill time.He blinked, and finally came to a conclusion: "Hey, big detective, you can't... can't memorize the periodic table of elements?"

Sherlock stared and spoke righteously: "My head doesn't need so much junk news, its capacity is limited, I need..."

"Hahaha! You won't be caught by the periodic table of elements!"

For the next half hour, until the meal began, Sherlock listened to Moriarty announce his discovery to everyone with a dark face.Sherlock noticed that Moran, Lestrade, and even his own mother looked at him with strange and weird eyes.

"Stupid Moriarty, those useless information will only take up precious resources." Sherlock gritted his teeth while washing his hands before meals like a good baby.

Watson, who listened to his complaints, recalled in his head the steps of making the little gingerbread men that Mrs. Holmes told him, so he answered casually: "You don't know the periodic table of elements? Oh, that's a pity."

Sherlock didn't seem to like this indifference, especially Watson's indifference: "John!"

Watson glanced at him with a calm expression: "You don't even know that the earth revolves around the sun. I never expect anything from you in this regard."

Sherlock heard Moriarty's good-natured, actually mocking laughter again.

Sherlock swears that he will never let Moriarty get close to the good doctor in the future!He brought his good doctor down!

☆、111·Baked Beans with Tomato Sauce

Moriarty kept chuckling, but Moran didn't stop him because little Jim had a cute smile.Mrs. Holmes liked his smile very much, and little Jim always made those good ladies happy.

Even if his small group's original intention is to laugh at the serious detective with a straight face, and try to anger him with this behavior.

"Even if I see you again, I don't really believe that you will be with Moriarty." Lestrade, who was sitting next to Moran and slowly cutting the grilled chicken breast, said in a low voice.

Moran looked at Moriarty, who was sitting across from him, provoking the detective with words and expressions, and while wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he responded to Lestrade's words: "Mr. Detective, you will respond I was also surprised by the feelings of Mr.

Lestrade blinked, then smiled wryly.

He and Moran are not strangers to each other, on the contrary, they have been in more or less contact all the time.Moran has always been highly valued by Mycroft. Although his identity prevents him from being exposed to others, there are many things that Mycroft asked Moran to convey on his behalf, including the relationship with Lestrade. connect.

Many seemingly excessive requests—such as stuffing a small note with the prisoner and evidence clearly written on it to make the good detective leave work early—most of them were notified by Moran, and Moran would do the disguise, Ray. Strade could not see his face, but in some ways they were old acquaintances, too.

Ever since he knew that Mr. Captain, who had always been polite and upright, had been "sucked" by Moriarty, Lestrade felt that his outlook on life had been subverted again.

"But it seems that you are doing well, but I hope you won't help him with something... bad things, I don't want to see your arrest warrant on the table." Lestrade passed by in his heart Struggling, for him to sit and eat with a criminal with a high IQ is already a very challenging thing.

Moran put a small dessert on his plate and said calmly, "You won't catch me, Mr. Detective."

Lestrade was taken aback for a moment, and then understood the meaning of this sentence.

The subtext was: not only would I be "in the same boat" with him, but Scotland Yard would never have caught me, so I didn't care.

This is really bad news.Lestrade sighed, only feeling that he had a few more white hairs.

Moran didn't go on to beat the good detective, even though he was sure he was firmly with Moriarty, heaven or hell.Helping Mr. Detective to pour wine into the wine glass, Moran's blue eyes were as wide and peaceful as the sky: "Compared to me, Mr. Detective, you may have to work harder. At least little Jim I'm not going to be locked in a little black car unless someone has a bad idea."

The corner of Lestrade's eye twitched, and it had to be said that Moran had hit him where it hurt.

Damn Mycroft, damn... Controlling!

Mycroft, who had been listening to their conversation, inserted the topic in a timely manner: "Tomorrow's engagement ceremony, I hope you, Sebastian, can attend."

Moran glanced at Mycroft, nodded and did not refuse.

Mycroft smiled, took a sip of the white wine, and said, "Since the current ruler has become the current queen, my life has been difficult."

Moran frowned, Lestrade was a little surprised: "Queen?"

Mycroft: "Yes, the Queen did pass his throne to the eldest son, but she's been on the throne for so long that His Majesty doesn't seem to like politics, he's throwing everything at his wife .That poor woman is just the girl he married to meet his errands, and he has to face not only a country, but also the stepmother who has the son and daughter of the current princess, all of which are enough to make people worry about it."

It was the first time that Lestrade discovered that his lover was actually quite gossip, but everyone had a strange curiosity about the secrets of the royal family.Lestrade temporarily forgot