I have special killing skills

Mycroft's original intention was to come here to see the woman who made Lestrade accept marriage again, but when he got here, he ignored Anna and settled on the good detective who looked at him stupidly .

Mr. Detective is obviously very busy with his work, because the man who is obviously not much older than him actually has more gray hair.But he still looks so spirited.

When Lestrade was out of uniform and overcoat Mycroft had only seen it on the monitor, mostly in the bathroom - pardon the hobby of a petty civil servant in the poor British Empire - but now Seeing how good-looking this man was in a light-colored suit made Mycroft stop breathing for a second.

Without any hesitation, Mycroft bypassed Anna who was standing in front of him, and walked straight to Lestrade.

The poor good detective is in a state of distress now, he can't speak at all due to the unswallowed food in his mouth, he swallows hard, and misses the best time to dodge Mycroft.

Mycroft walked up to Lestrade without any scruples, lowered his head, and looked at the coughing man: "It's nice to see you again, Greg."

Lestrade was obviously more frightened. He patted his chest, took the champagne handed over by the kind-hearted Mycroft, drank it down, but choked because he drank it too fast.

Mycroft bent his mouth, looking a little happy: "It seems that you, Mr. Inspector, had a good time in the days we were apart."

Lestrade wanted to say that he was just like an ordinary man, marrying a good girl and preferably having a good child, but when he was stared at by Mycroft's blue eyes, Ray Strade couldn't utter a word at all.

Mycroft seemed to give Lestrade a friendly hug, but only Lestrade knew how hard this man was. The damned Holmes put his mouth close to his ear, and firmly strangled him with his arms. Clutching his neck, the voice was as low as the wind in the cliff: "I said, Greg, you are not suitable for marriage, and you obviously don't agree with it."

Lestrade wanted to refute this: "I just..."

"My words are the truth, dear Inspector, you will have a lot of time to appreciate it." After speaking, Mycroft let go of him without hesitation, and gently rubbed his fingertips He touched Lestrade's cheek, turned around and looked at the crowd, and let out a smirk, "Everyone, I'm sorry to disturb everyone, according to reliable information, there may be terrorist attacks in this place, for the sake of everyone's Personal safety, I hope everyone evacuates quickly."

Everyone was horrified, but only Lestrade knew that this man was talking nonsense.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Mycroft: "You have no right to do this, and besides, I can disobey orders without any evidence."

What responded to him was Anthea quietly approaching, and then holding up an arrest warrant.

Yes, arrest, with the official seals of all levels of government on it, which made Lestrade wonder for a while whether this man made a supportive version of the official seals of the whole of Britain and hid them in that evil little black car.

It made everyone a suspect, everyone, including the priest who was still unclear about the situation.

Lestrade knew that if he did not agree, their nights would be spent at the police station.That must not have been a great experience.

As a last resort, Lestrade could only glared at Mycroft viciously, then forced a smile and walked up to Anna, trying to maintain a gentle expression, and said, "I'm sorry, Anna, I miss our wedding ceremony." It might be delayed."

Anna is a smart and kind woman, her brain is far smarter than the average person, from everything just now, it is obvious that she has seen something.The good girl's eyes rolled on Mycroft, and her intuition told her that this man was hostile to her, and it was inexplicably hostile.

But she couldn't ask Lestrade at this moment, because those people in uniform with guns were standing around, and they looked cold and heartless.

Anu pursed her lips, stretched out her hand, and hugged Lestrade, then tiptoed to kiss Lestrade on the cheek: "I know, those bad guys are always so annoying, no need to apologize , you are safe."

After speaking, Anna smiled, turned around and left with the others.

Lestrade touched the place where he was touched by the woman's soft lips, feeling a little dazed, it seemed that he only comforted the woman at the beginning, but in the following days, Anna always tolerated him again and again, now, again Once gave him the freedom not to explain.

What brought Lestrade back to his senses was Mycroft's deep voice: "Maybe we have time to talk now."

"No, Mycroft, stop your drama." Lestrade frowned after all the guests had left, without looking back, he stubbornly didn't want to look at that person.

But in the next second, Lestrade felt something cold, hard, and metal-like suddenly appeared behind him.Even without looking back, Lestrade knew what it was.

A pistol that can pierce Lestrade's internal organs just by pulling the trigger.

Lestrade frowned and turned to look at Mycroft, but Mycroft had a smirk: "Then, Mr. Detective, maybe you need to come with me now."

"You're threatening me, this is kidnapping." Lestrade's voice became cold.

Mycroft's expression didn't change at all: "I'm just temporarily detaining you, Mr. Detective, and I'll let you go when we've made things clear." His voice paused, "Maybe the method is not Well, please forgive me, after all I am a poor man who has lived in a foreign country for several years, where I only have a gun so that no one always wants to kill me."

Lestrade stared at him without saying a word, but at last he followed Mycroft out of the chapel.

Maybe when I just heard Mycroft's words, I felt distressed for a moment?

Damn, what is that!

It was the black sedan again, and Lestrade got into it grimly, with Mycroft sitting beside him.They didn't talk. It was just Lestrade's unilateral cut off.

Whether it's a wedding being screwed up, or that weird feeling, it's fucking annoying.

As the car started moving, Mycroft's phone vibrated.

Mycroft took out the phone and glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, connected it, put it to his ear but didn't speak.

"I suppose you're forcing people to do things they don't like, Mycroft, as you always do."

The deep, cello-like voice was completely different from when he was a child, but it still made Mycroft smile unconsciously when he heard it.

But he didn't laugh, just pursed the corners of his lips lightly, Mycroft pretended not to see Lestrade's eyes, and calmly changed the phone side: "It's up to you."

Sherlock was very dissatisfied with Mycroft's perfunctory. He pointed at Mr. Skull and poked his Mr. Skull fiercely with his pale fingertips: "When I was a child, you forced me to go to the basement of the hospital. Then locked me in a cell for half a year, almost driving me crazy."

Mycroft didn't seem to hear Sherlock's dissatisfaction at all, and his tone was flat: "That's because you made me angry, no one can defy me."

"Okay, you bastard. Now you're going to do it again and put Greg in that shitty place?"

Mycroft smiled, because of the exact name: "Of course not."

Although he is still very angry now, his good detective is not addicted to drugs, so naturally he doesn't need to use such unconventional means.

Sherlock cursed softly, but Mycroft didn't catch it, and he didn't want to.

The civil servant of the British Government|government just looked at his watch, and then said: "If you don't want to welcome me back, then, I think we can stop this conversation."

Sherlock was a little distraught, and when he met Mycroft, all his calmness disappeared, and Sherlock could hardly control his volume: "Even if you come back, Mycroft, I won't come back." Go home! I'll find myself the perfect roommate, yes, perfect, definitely for me!"

"It's more suitable for you to order one from the Internet, and now you can talk again." Mycroft smiled half-smile.

Sherlock let out an annoyed snort. "He's going to be a tough guy who can make sandwiches, I'm sure I'll meet him."

"Bless you, my dear Xiali, you know I'm always soft on you. By the way, the head in your refrigerator is about to expire," the voice paused, "Also, I knew you knew him His name is Greg instead of Green."

What responded to him was Sherlock who hung up the phone without hesitation, and there was a busy tone.

The author has something to say: This episode is really long =v=

Sherlock is so smart, I don't believe he can't remember the name of the inspector, this brat is just playing with people...

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