[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox thinks that the three-person action that goes deep into the criminal gang is very dangerous. Of course, the main person who is dangerous is not her, but Sherlock and Watson, who are just ordinary people.She still doesn't have the technology to lead two people with one hand. If one of them is saved and the other is killed, she will feel so guilty that her heart will be broken.

It's better to inform Mycroft, although he is only a junior official, but judging from the people he sent to clean up the mess last time, his subordinates should have a lot of resources to deploy.

Golden Dragon Circus, just the three of us.My dear, please protect me! - stupid goldfish

The text message was sent, but there was still no reply, and the little fox pouted.Mycroft is like an ice cube, her daily text greetings and occasional teasing messages can't get back his response.When I called, the other side hung up directly, and never answered it once.Sometimes she also threatens to harass Sherlock. Although she can get one or two words from him in response, it is followed by a more ruthless threat of deportation.

Unhappy, the little fox pouted.

"What? Jim Brook wants to break up with you?" Sherlock who was sitting on the side said lukewarmly.

"...Can you wish me a treat?" The little fox gave Sherlock a helpless look.

"Fox, don't get me wrong, Sherlock actually cares about you." Watson, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, immediately turned around to help his friend explain: "You seem to have been frowning since just now, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I fell in love with a new man, but I teased him, but he didn't respond." It's best not to lie in front of Sherlock, because if there is a problem with any details, he will find out the whole thing.The best way to hide the truth from Sherlock is to tell the truth, the truth without the weight.

"New...new man?" Watson was a little confused: "Don't you like Jim Brook?"

"That doesn't prevent me from liking others." The little fox said shamelessly.

Watson looked at the little fox in shock. He really didn't expect that the friend he identified was such a philandering woman.He opened his mouth, and after a long time he stammered and said, "This...isn't that good."

"Don't worry, I won't harm you." The little fox comforted with a smile.

"Watson, she despises you as unqualified and unattractive to her." Sherlock had no idea what euphemism was.

Watson: I know, you don't need to tell me!

"Fox, it's better to find only one person in love. Three people will cause unnecessary trouble." Watson will not use sharp words to accuse the little fox of wrong behavior. A rare good friend.

"I know." I didn't want to fall in love with them, I just cultivated a little relationship and almost ate it up: "I really like that man more, if he can agree to me, I won't find Jim anymore (by mistake ). But he doesn’t seem to like me very much, not only that, but he always mocks my low IQ, daydreaming and so on.” No wonder McCoff is still single in his 30s, except for her thick-skinned, who can handle him The mouth cannon attack.

Sarcastic people with low IQ, daydreaming?Why does this sound so like... Watson moved his eyes quietly and landed on Sherlock.

Sherlock lowered his eyes slightly, raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look out the window.

The little fox held his chin in annoyance: Alas, Mycroft, the super high-quality ration, Sherlock Holmes that people love and hate.She had to change her strategy. Boiling the frog in warm water was obviously useless to him.

The car arrived at the circus performance venue, and the three little foxes entered the interior smoothly.It seems that there is not much publicity for this performance, and there are only a dozen or so guests who come here to watch the performance.

Soon, with the beating of gongs and drums, performers dressed in Chinese opera costumes came out from the backstage.She first demonstrated the danger of the props, and then tied a man to a wooden board while the audience exclaimed, and aimed a sharp arrow that could penetrate the wooden board at him and installed it on the props.As soon as the sand is drained, the iron ball at the other end will fall into the bowl, and the sharp arrow will be shot at the performer.Therefore, before this, the performer must break free from the chains.

In the tense drumbeat, the performer struggled hard, and the roar from time to time made the hearts of the audience lift up.But these have nothing to do with the little fox and Sherlock.

In view of Sherlock's degree of death, both Watson and the little fox acquiesced that he was the most important object of protection.After Sherlock left quietly, the little fox greeted Watson and followed him into the backstage.

Sure enough, not long after, the performers who returned to the backstage found the sneaky Sherlock.He brandished a knife and slashed at him directly. Several other circus people showed fierce looks and drew out their knives to join the battle.

boom!

The sudden gunshots made everyone stunned for a moment, and then, a large number of police officers rushed into the background like bees.Countless muzzles of black holes were aimed at the people fighting in groups.

"We received a report that there were people fighting here, which seriously disturbed the social order." Lestrade, who hadn't appeared for a long time, walked into the backstage surrounded by the police with the pace of a big man.He raised his hand and took out a piece of A4 paper from the inner pocket of his jacket and shook it out: "This is an arrest warrant, come with us."

Little Fox: Mycroft's way of saving people is really simple and rude...

Scotland Yard, interrogation room

Dressed in black, his slender figure leaned on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.The curly black hair softened his sharp face, and his thin lips were tightly pressed, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"You still don't know what honesty is." She was calm and steady, with a unique tone full of luxury.

"It really is you." Sherlock slowly opened his eyes, looked at the annoying person in front of him and snorted coldly: "Let me guess, she told you?"

Mycroft stood there with a smile, noncommittal to Sherlock's guess.

"How much did you pay her?" Sherlock asked.

"Business secrets." Mycroft didn't answer.

Sherlock knew that Mycroft wouldn't say, "When can I go?"

"No hurry." Mycroft put the umbrella in front of him and held it with both hands: "It's a rare meeting, don't you want to chat with me?"

Sherlock snorted softly: "I have nothing to talk to you about."

I have long been used to his brother's arrogant look, and Mycroft didn't care about his attitude: "I'm always worried about you, Sherlock. It's because you are always alone, that's why I have to keep an eye on you."

"Come on Mycroft, you just want to satisfy your desire to control." Sherlock raised his chin slightly: "Dark control freak."

Mycroft smiled softly: "We are brothers, and you have all the shortcomings I have."

"No, at least I don't have a receding hairline and a fat belly." Sherlock mocked.

"When you are 30 years old, you will still have these shortcomings." Mycroft replied not to be outdone.

"I'll never be like you in a dark office, moldy and fleshy, and my hair is thick and thick, not the same as your bad hair." Sherlock sneered.

"Do you have to confront me like this?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock helplessly.

"If you remove the surveillance on me, maybe I'll be kinder to you." Sherlock said coldly.

"So, let's keep the status quo." Mycroft laughed.

"Humph."

Boom boom boom!There was a knock on the door.

Mycroft walked over to open the door, seeing that it was his assistant Anthea, he knew it.

"What's the matter?" He walked out of the house and closed the door to silence the sound.

"Boss, your girlfriend is looking for you." Anthea whispered.

"No time." Mycroft refused directly: "Also, she is not my girlfriend."

The boss is arrogant again, exactly like his awkward younger brother.Anthea thought in her heart, but on the surface she said solemnly: "Miss Fox said, if you don't come over, then the deal between you will be void."

Mycroft frowned slightly.

...

The bright light made the interrogation room a little dazzling. The little fox half-closed his eyes to prevent the light from piercing his eyes. His straight legs rested leisurely on the table. His exposed ankles were white and thin. Can be fully gripped.

After entering the No. [-] interrogation room, Mycroft pursed his lips when he saw the little fox, and ordered in an indifferent voice: "Sit down."

The little fox opened his eyes and saw Mycroft, and immediately smiled.She put down her legs and sat down obediently, and greeted him affectionately: "It's been a long time no see Brother McCoff, I miss you so much."

Unmoved, Mycroft asked lightly, "Is there anything you can do for me?"

"Can I get a ride for a while?" The little fox wanted to get up and go to McCoff's side, but she also knew that there was surveillance in the interrogation room, so she didn't act rashly.

"I'm going back to Downing Street, not on my way," Mycroft refused.

"By the way, I'll go wherever you go." After finally catching him once, how could he let him go without getting some benefits!

"Inconvenient." His office is not a playground, and not just anything can get in, especially a stupid goldfish like her.

"Okay." The little fox shrugged, "Then I have to go home and play with Sherlock."

"Need I remind you? If you violate the contract, you will be sent back to your country and will never be able to enter the country." Mycroft said in a low tone.

"It's okay, I'll go back to China at the worst." The little fox said nonchalantly, "But... do you think Sherlock will be lured to China by me?" She raised her eyebrows with a smile.

Mycroft: ...that silly brother of mine always felt that he might just be abducted like that.

In the end, the little fox got into McCoff's car and successfully invaded the British government's office.

What did Mycroft say before that?The office is not a playground where stupid goldfish can't enter?

"Don't move around, don't flip through, or I will arrest you in the name of stealing state secrets." Mycroft sat at the desk processing the documents, and he still warned the little fox to be honest.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in those books." The little fox took off his coat casually and hung it next to Mycroft's coat: "I'm only interested in you."

McCoff didn't respond, and signed his name neatly on the document with a pen in his hand.

"You stay here all day approving documents, isn't it boring?" The little fox watched as McCoff signed countless names, opened and closed countless documents, and the work was simply boring.

"It's not boring." Unlike Sherlock's hyperactivity disorder, Mycroft just likes the feeling of being strategic and winning thousands of miles away.

"But I'm so bored." The little fox pouted.

"You can leave." Mycroft wished the little fox would leave.

"No." The little fox shook his head decisively.

McCoff ignored her.

The little fox looked at Mycroft who was reviewing documents with a calm expression on his expressionless face, his dark eyes rolled around, and a trace of playfulness leaped into the pretty fox eyes.

Thin white fingers stretched out from across the table and tapped the file lightly.Mycroft glanced at her and ignored her, continuing with his work.

The little fox hooked the corners of his lips, and continued to stretch his fingers forward, stopping at the place where McCoff wanted to write his signature.

"Take it away." Mycroft held up the pen, and the sharp nib rested just above the fox's paw.

The little fox shook his head with a smile, leaned forward and took Mycroft's hand with the pen with his other hand.He didn't struggle, his indifferent blue eyes quietly looked at the restless little fox, as if he wanted to see what kind of monster she was.

The little fox held Mycroft's hand, and slowly put the pen tip on the back of his hand.It stings a bit when the sharp touches the delicate skin, but it is bearable.She moved Mycroft's hand, and the blue ink smoothly drew lines on the back of the hand.

Mycroft Holmes

The blue English font was attached to the milky white skin like a tattoo. The girl raised her hand, pouting and blowing, her warm breath drying the ink.She smiled and showed it in front of the man, and when the man was staring at the signature on the back of her hand that resembled an exclusive label, the girl stepped on the stool neatly to the table, pressing the document with her paws in front of the man like a small animal Climbed two steps.

"Go down." Mycroft looked away from the little fox's paw, and looked at the girl who was close at hand with his dark blue and almost black eyes without emotion.

The little fox frowned and smiled, the tip of his nose rubbed against the tip of the man's nose, and his pink lips came close to his mouth, within a few millimeters of touching.A sweet voice sounded slowly in the quiet office, with endless teasing and seduction: "I signed my name, why don't you give me a stamp? Master~"