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He seemed kinder, but Sherlock didn't care. He straightened his clothes, sat upright, and showed a slightly flat and cute smile.

Seeing this, Mycroft twitched his mouth and changed the subject: "How is Rosamund?"

As soon as Sherlock heard Rosamund's name, it was like seeing a red clothed bull, and his whole body became excited. He covered his head in pain, and complained like Mycroft: "It's like smoking marijuana. Just as excited! God!"

McCoff felt that it was rare to see his younger brother collapse like this because of something other than the case. His smile deepened and his mood became more joyful. He leaned back in the chair, raised his legs, and asked in a leisurely tone: "Now it seems , it is not a wise move to promise John to be Rosamund's godfather?"

Sherlock replied resolutely: "absolutely!" For Sherlock, it is not only unwise, it is destroying his former paradise. He needs quietness, and quietness is the best friend of reasoning, but Rosamund always If he can cleverly choose to cry every time he is about to think, who says this is not a kind of talent that can destroy people?

"Okay, Sherlock, let's take a look at this document." Mycroft suddenly threw a dossier sealed in a brown paper bag to Sherlock.

Sherlock took it, opened the paper bag without saying a word, and inside was an encrypted AAAA-level document.It is the highest encrypted letter. When Sherlock opened the first page of the file, the bold and black characters at the beginning made him sit up straight.His brows tightened, and his gaze gradually narrowed.

【Widerange of nuclear bombs】

All of Sherlock's attention was focused on this sentence - dropping nuclear bombs on a large scale.

After a long time, Mycroft let out an irritable sigh: "What do you think?"

Sherlock closed the file, raised his eyebrows and thought seriously for a moment before replying, "A fanatic who is keen on nuclear weapons?"

Mycroft turned the swivel chair to face the window. It was cloudy now, and his mood became heavier after looking at the gloomy scenery outside the window. He said with a headache: "These fanatic groups have never been lacking since ancient times. They're trying to build a new world like madmen."

Sherlock was not very sad, his tone was brisk, and he spoke quickly, and the authentic London accent flowed out deftly along his lips one by one: "360 lines, every line is the best. With these people, the world will be full of people. pleasure."

When Mycroft heard what Sherlock said, he didn't know whether it was the hatred of iron or the rising anger that made him raise his voice, and his tone became a little hasty: "Fun? Sherlock, this is threatening thousands of people in the world. The bomb of life! All countries are at risk of being razed to the ground."

Sherlock calmly threw the file back on Mycroft's desk, changed his posture, and crossed his fingers, and replied: "Not all, but some, because there are always a few that they want to keep alive. .”

Mycroft calmed down, and said to Sherlock, "I found a helper for you."

"Helper?" Sherlock raised the corner of his eye, and refused very quickly: "Thank you, but I don't need it."

Ignoring Sherlock's refusal, Mycroft stood up, walked slowly behind Sherlock, supported the back of Sherlock's chair with one hand, and induced: "Why, you still want to say, IAmSherlock, IAlwaysWorkAlone?" Then, Sherlock had an expression of approval, that's it, you're right.

McCoff didn't see it, and he continued: "My brother, I have to tell you, this person is by our side, sometimes a lone hero will often die, if someone is in the light, there must be someone No matter how dark it is, lunatics are often geniuses."

Hearing this, Sherlock's face became solemn. In this world, he has seen a few people who are both lunatics and geniuses, but there is only one who can make him obsessed and even resist him.helper?Thinking of the helper that McCoff just mentioned, he let out a weak breath, closed his eyes, and said a little weakly: "You don't mean to say? Oh MyGod! McCoff, you are really self-assertive!"

Mycroft readily accepted Sherlock's accusation: "Of course, if you sit in my seat, you will be the same." He patted Sherlock's shoulder meaningfully, "Okay, in another half an hour, You can shake hands and make peace."

Sherlock knew what Moriarty was like, and all cooperation was driven by interests. Making Moriarty serve the British Empire was not something that could be exchanged for ordinary interests.So Sherlock asked: "What conditions did you give him?"

"Compared to this incident, it's a rather innocuous little favor." Mycroft is quite satisfied with this transaction. In the past years of endless wars, he believes that this cooperation with Moriarty is very pleasant.

"Oh, whatever you want." Sherlock couldn't help turning his face away when he saw Mycroft's confident look, not wanting to see it again.

Mycroft has long been accustomed to Sherlock's attitude, and he still said enthusiastically: "You should expect, my brother, to fight side by side with the former enemy. This is not an opportunity for everyone."

Sherlock did have some longing, but he didn't intend to reveal these personal emotions in front of Mycroft at this time. He pushed the stool away, and there was another ear-piercing sound of friction. He stood up, looked directly at McCoff and said, "Oh, That's enough, Mycroft, you can't make me feel grateful to you, can you?"

Mycroft turned his back, and the gentleman smiled: "I wish for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his mobile phone rang in good time. Looking at the name jumping and flashing on the screen of the mobile phone, he deepened his smile, and the gap between his brows also deepened.He pursed his lips and raised his neck to look at Sherlock, waved his mobile phone, and said, "Look, Cao Cao will be there when he arrives." Then he pressed the answer button.

The author has something to say: I have been saving up and saying that I want to write enough 1w words to post, but after so long, I still haven’t written 1w words. I caught up with the busiest time of Mercury retrograde in the middle, so I must do daily updates starting today!Try to finish Shenxia before 5.15!I plan to finish writing Shenxia and temporarily end this article, when the time comes, your favorite hero will make an appearance!Let's make a finishing touch.I always thought that I had a strong passion for Shenxia, ​​but now I find that after writing about it once, I always think of the plot I wrote before!Thank you for never giving up, the angel who throws thunder and overlord!How can I thank you guys!However, I really can't write fanfiction anymore, at least for the next six months!Didn't I say I'm going to take the postgraduate entrance examination? Because of the three-pass, I have to contact to write a script, and I may open a new article at that time. While writing a novel, I will practice the corresponding script for that novel.

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The author has something to say: I am really not a person who can save enough to live. I should have posted this chapter yesterday, thinking about writing another 3000 today...but...I failed.Updated the Dakang next door... There are only 37 clicks, it's my fault for breaking the update, face the wall.

Mycroft and Sherlock came to the hall one after the other. The door was wide open, and the gloomy colors outside swept into the room. From a distance, Sherlock saw Moriarty hopping and keeping the rhythm like he and Mike. When Kauf came, he still wore a suit and leather shoes as usual, and the hairspray fixed his hair beautifully, but Sherlock didn't care about it, even if Moriarty had a head of hair as thin as Mycroft's, he wouldn't look at it. second glance.

Surprisingly, Moriarty was accompanied by a woman with short black hair, who was small and tall only below Moriarty's ear.She was nearly ten steps away from Moriarty, her head was slightly lowered, and it seemed that her eyes were all focused on Moriarty's wonderful dancing posture.

Moriarty played a song "Stayinalive" released by BEEGEES in 2004 in his headphones. His dance steps were light and exaggerated, like a black swan dancing in a swamp.

He was getting closer and closer, and Mycroft and Sherlock's eyes never moved away from Moriarty's face from the beginning to the end. His strange and intoxicated expression made the two brothers smile at each other knowingly.

Finally, the four people faced each other and were less than a foot away from each other. Because the volume in the earphones was too loud, everyone present could enjoy the passionate music together.With the arrival of the last beat, Moriarty slowly took off the earphones, showing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling strangely, repeating the lyrics of the song:

"Life goin' nowhere. Somebody help me.

I'mstayin'alive. I'm staying alive. "

After repeating, Moriarty looked at Sherlock with joyful smiling eyes. The last second he looked joyful, but this second he turned into a cold expression, a look of gnashing his teeth with crazy thoughts and wanting to cut him open. A sense of conflict appeared under Sherlock's eyelids.

"It can be seen that without an opponent like me, your life is as boring as a cactus in the desert."

"Oh!" Sherlock didn't care, or pretended not to care, raising an embarrassing tone. "

Moriarty realized that what he said made the atmosphere a bit cold, so he added without any scruples: "Wow, the weather in London and the expressions of the two of you are probably comparable to the last rainstorm." He said In the meantime, his eyes shifted to Mycroft, who had been raising his chin all the time. Seeing Moriarty glance over, McCoff nodded quickly, revealing