[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

"John~ don't open the curtains, let me sleep for a while, just 10 minutes... 10 minutes is fine~~" Sherlock, who was sleeping soundly, was disturbed by the bright light outside his eyelids, and he woke up reluctantly , raised one hand in a daze, scratched randomly in the air, his green eyes were still tightly closed, and at the same time he pursed his mouth and complained a few words to John habitually.It's a pity that the comforting voice that would definitely appear when hearing his voice did not reach the big detective's ears in time. What's more unusual is that Sherlock actually felt the continuous traffic sound in his closed bedroom. Obviously something is wrong!Baker Street is a residential area rather than a major traffic road. There are not many vehicles passing by in a day, and there has never been such a lively traffic sound.

"John?!" As thoughts flashed through his mind, Sherlock's eyes swished open, and then the bright sun shone down, causing him to subconsciously cover his eyes with his arms.

Wait... sunshine?Sunlight! ! !

"My God, why did I appear on the flyover?" Sherlock frowned fiercely, his eyes quickly cleared up, he propped his palms on the cold stone surface, sat up, raised his head and looked around at him. environment.This is his gentle and comfortable bedroom on Baker Street. This place is obviously at the top of Tower Bridge in London. Tourists are generally not allowed to go up to visit the spire, but he is lying alone in the only space that the tower can accommodate. The narrow tip of the person lying down, John is still missing.This is not the point, the point is why he appeared in this weird position for no reason?Also, how can he get down?Should he jump into the Thames and swim ashore?Although his swimming level is not bad, he still doesn't hope that tomorrow's newspaper headlines won't include "The Great Detective Appears Under the Tower Bridge", "The Great Detective Sherlock Holmes Wanders the Thames in the Morning in Purple Pajamas" and so on. Big news, because John will definitely be unhappy if he knows it, and if John is unhappy, he will be unlucky.

Sherlock swears by his thinking palace, he and John went from Scotland to investigate clues to a new type of serial murder case last night, and then took a taxi back to 12B Baker Street at 221:221, and ate the supper made by John himself—— Two beef sandwiches and a glass of warm milk, then pushed into the bathroom by John to take a shower, and finally fell asleep comfortably with the warm and soft John in his arms.So, who will tell him that he will appear on Tower Bridge in London and was kidnapped by someone?However, with the vigilance of him and John, there is no reason why he would be stunned and kidnapped without warning, not to mention that the entire building of [-]B and the entire Baker Street are all equipped with monitors arranged by McCoff. Kauf would not know.Therefore, Sherlock felt that the answer 'kidnapper' could be removed.

Unless he was 'kidnapped' here by Mycroft, but McCoff doesn't have the time to make these silly jokes!This answer can be removed without reasoning! !

Sherlock looked down, he was still wearing the long purple silk pajamas John gave him last night (it was a couple style with John), and there was no injury on his body, according to the dew moisture on the clothes and the temperature on the skin, It is certain that he has been lying in this damned place for no less than two hours. It is not normal for such a long time to see McCoff's 'stupid' agents come to rescue!Unless, even Mykoff was kidnapped and controlled, oh~ who has the ability to control Mykoff without a trace!You know, as long as you control Mycroft, you control the entire British Empire. This joke is not funny at all! !

John, what's the matter now?Thinking of the former military doctor whose condition is still unknown, the big detective couldn't help feeling anxious.Sherlock tentatively looked down from the rock he was standing on... It's a bit too high, jumping off it will kill you!Reach out and touch the building stone surface, it is very smooth, and climbing down is not a reliable way!

There is no way, then there is only...

"Help!!!"

"Is there anyone here? Help!!!!!!"

Ten minutes later, the Tower Bridge office.

"Mr. Holmes, this is amazing. How on earth did you get to that place?" The fat tower bridge administrator asked curiously. He was rescued from the top of the tower and was sitting in a chair in the office on the bridge deck. , wrapped tightly in an orange-red woolen blanket, and he stuffed a big detective with a thermos of hot water in his hand.

"..." Sherlock silently took a big sip of hot water, and when the water slid down his intestines into his stomach, he finally felt alive.However, Sherlock still couldn't answer the tower bridge administrator's question. To be honest, even he himself didn't know how he got to the tip of the tower bridge.

"I didn't expect the great detective to be so different even when investigating individual cases. You must know that no one has ever gone up to the spire except for the elevator that is used for maintenance every year. Can you ask what the case is? Could it be that we in London Are there flying robbers? Or are there criminals planning to blow up Tower Bridge?" The administrator ignored Sherlock's silence and continued to speculate with great interest.

"Sorry, it's a confidential case, I have no comment!" Sherlock prevaricated with the high-sounding excuse that McCoff often used, shrugged helplessly at the administrator, and then asked: "Excuse me , can I borrow your mobile phone?"

"Of course...Of course..." Hearing Sherlock's answer, the administrator still had a rather regretful look on his face, but he still kindly took out a black half-used BlackBerry from his uniform pocket. Gave it to Sherlock.

"Mycroft, I'm Sherlock." Although the process of being rescued by a lift was a little hard to say, the big detective was still thankful from the bottom of his heart that he had avoided a high-diving crisis of hundreds of meters.If it wasn't for his face being well known in London, it is estimated that after he was rescued, he would have to be sent to Scotland Yard to drink tea and be imprisoned.However, despite this, Sherlock decided to borrow a mobile phone from the 'savior' to call his brother Mycroft.

"Sherlock, aren't you busy participating in John's wedding? Why did you appear in the Tower of London? Why, my dear brother is finally willing to listen to me, and is he not going to interfere too much in John and Mary's wedding?" Sitting In the office, Mycroft put down the documents he was about to sign, glanced down at the unknown caller location display on the phone screen, and frowned unobtrusively. After the baby brother who was out of tune, his face eased a little, and he asked Sherlock a little teasingly.

"Mycroft, what nonsense are you talking about?" John is going to marry Mary?He is still enthusiastically participating?This is definitely one of the stupidest jokes Mycroft has ever told in this century! "Since you know I'm at Tower Bridge, send someone to pick me up and go to your place quickly. I have something important to discuss with you."

"You always like to take a taxi." The implication is that Sherlock had better take a taxi back to Baker Street, as he, the 'British Government', is very busy now and has no time to take care of him!

"I'm not going back to Baker Street for the time being. Anyway, come and pick me up quickly. I didn't run to Tower Bridge by myself." Sherlock curled his lips dissatisfied.He didn't know about John's situation on Baker Street, so he ran back rashly like this, who knew if he would be caught?However, for Sherlock, the luck of the misfortune is that his bad brother has not been controlled.

"Sherlock, don't you get into trouble again?" Sherlock, who usually would rather die than take his official car, unexpectedly asked him to send someone to pick him up today.

What's even more abnormal is that it's not 221B Baker Street but his residence. Sherlock wouldn't be fooled by John and Mary's wedding, right?If the father and mother in Oklahoma found out, they would definitely be angry that he didn't take good care of his brother!

"What the hell are you doing! Where is John now?"

"Of course John is waiting for their wedding in his and his fiancée's love nest, otherwise? Also, you stay there obediently and wait for someone to pick you up, don't run around, my subordinates are also very busy, how could they So much free time to search for you again?" Mycroft naturally reminded him of his younger brother whose brain IQ had obviously dropped to a negative number early in the morning.

"..." Sherlock hung up the phone resolutely, thinking silently in his heart whether he was abnormal or McCoff was abnormal?John was already married to him, and held a grand wedding. Who in the world doesn't know that John has married him, and he has given the surname 'Holmes'?And after the former agent of the female liar hurt John in Magnuson's newspaper building, she didn't know where in the world she was taken by McCoff early in the morning, and her life and death were unknown.Could it be that Mary died and came back to snatch John from him on purpose?The severity of this matter is comparable to the terrorist attack on London by Al Qaeda, no, it is more than N times more serious!

"Can you tell me what's going on here?" Mycroft sat in his office at home in Downing Street, turning a black leather office chair, facing Sherlock, raised his left eyebrow, and looked up at this Wearing purple pajamas, stepping barefoot through Bohemia and seeing the younger brother walking slowly towards him on the wool carpet, it seems that the style of this great detective today is as high-profile as ever.However, his question now is not this, but, "Who are you?"

"Who am I, don't you recognize me? Mycroft, it seems that you have Alzheimer's disease ahead of time!" Sherlock unceremoniously went to the high-backed office chair in front of Mycroft's large red desk. As soon as he sat down, crossed his legs, crossed his hands and held his arms, he retorted.With McCoff like this, I really don't know how the former crime consultant Moriarty could love him so much?

"Why didn't I know that I have a pair of twin brothers?" Mycroft winked at his subordinates who were still standing in the room waiting for instructions, indicating that they could go out first. After all, the topic they are discussing now should not be made public, and it is considered a private matter of the Holmes family. .Seeing that everyone backed out to the end and the door was tightly closed, McCoff slowly got up from the office chair, walked around the desk, walked to Sherlock's side, and leaned against the desk He stretched out his hand, and firmly lifted Sherlock's pointed chin with two fingers, carefully inspecting it left and right.

"Hey, have you touched enough? Even if you are my brother, you can't tease me like this. Be careful, I'll report to Mommy!" Sherlock is the most skilled and good at finding someone to sue Mycroft in the past 30 years. Passionate things.

"Oh~brother, is the only way for you to sue Mommy? How childish!"

"Whatever it is, as long as it works for you, a middle-aged bald and big belly."

"My mouth really needs cleaning~!"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

"It seems that you are really not pretended by someone else. This is strange, too strange." McCoff muttered to himself, turned around, and turned the silver-gray notebook on the desk in one direction. Facing Sherlock, it clearly shows that the little red dot named 'Sherlock Holmes' is currently in the living room at 221B Baker Street.So, if Sherlock is really in Baker Street, then who is Sherlock who shows up in the Downing Street office?

Could it be that there are actually two Sherlock Holmes in this world?