[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

"There is an old saying in China that if you don't work and eat clean, you won't get sick."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth curved into a sneer, and with his hands in his pockets, he said, "Come on, this is just trying to satisfy my own desires, but dare not admit the reality, fabricating a lot of lies to comfort myself..."

Olos shrugged undeniably: "This time, it will be regarded as an exchange of the secret of the Coulvorton meeting. After all, for this secret, I even sacrificed my body."

Sherlock was about to say something, Olos's eyes sparkled, and she didn't realize that she was tearing at other people's clothes excitedly

"Sherlock."

Sherlock darkened his eyes.

"Oh, my dear detective, do you know what are the most famous handicrafts in China?"

Sherlock frowned, his unwavering eyes glanced at where she had just looked, and said, "I don't think I would know such a stupid and meaningless thing."

"And let go of my clothes and stay away from me, you've sucked out all the oxygen around me."

Oulos snorted, didn't argue, and said to herself: "That's right, after all, you don't even know whether the earth is round or flat."

Hearing Olos' half-taunting voice, Sherlock explained angrily like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "I don't think the fact that the sun is round will have any impact on my life."

"But some criminals are just interested in these things, and it will definitely cost you a lot of time."

Sherlock was sullen, obviously thinking of something bad.

"Tell me about your case."

Apparently he needs a case to prove himself, right away, right away.

Oulos puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction: "Let's take a stroll first, you can take it as an experience of life."

"It's a waste of time."

Sherlock turned and said, "Since I don't want to waste any more of my time, I suggest that you take your sex object... at least "someone" who has had sex with you within the week to this stupid and life-wasting thing .”

"(?.?) Oh! You can see that."

Sherlock frowned, clearly dissatisfied with her reaction.

"By the way you walk, it's clear it's been ... no more than five days since you last had sex."

"Your eyebrows are messy. When I say "sexual relationship", the corners of your mouth are downcast and your eyes are erratic. You are very embarrassed. If it is a veteran who has been silent for a long time, her first reaction is either indifferent , or anger."

"Obviously, in the past few days, you have completed your first time. And the body that you just said about the secret consecration of the Coul Vorton meeting...Although I don't understand why you did this step."

Oulos rolled her eyes, why is it so romantic? It seems to be said to be a task.

Well, in the circumstances, that was the task.

"What else do you know?"

Olos pretended to be indifferent, glanced carefully at Sherlock from the corner of his eye, and continued calmly: "If everything just now was just a guess, then this thing proves my guess."

It's a record of a private meeting with Coul Warton - the original (stained with fresher blood, crooked, and smells of baked bread).

"Given to you by Coul Walton?"

"Apparently he's not happy that his old friend betrayed him, so is sending this to me, uh...just before you come."

"This paper has the blood from the first night on it and the ink from the pen on it, obviously you know that pain can stimulate your brain and get you off Coul Wharton's amnesiac drugs, so you try again once."

"In a state of excruciating pain, recall the contents onto this piece of paper."

"Although I'm not a relationship expert, it's clear that your boyfriend has a complicated relationship with you. Maybe it's because of your illness or he is an ascetic. You have multiple self-harm scars on your arms. Obviously your boyfriend knows, And come to apply medicine for you while you are asleep, the light-colored scars and new scars are particularly abrupt."

"Maybe you should have a nice talk with him."

Sherlock made a smug and exaggerated smile like a mad hatter, as if he had won a battle, and was expressionless for a moment.

"Cool Walton thinks that you sacrificed a lot in order to get the secret, and the ultimate beneficiary of this secret is me, so he expected that I have an unusual relationship with you, and even wanted to use me to threaten you."

Sherlock blocked Olos' way, and continued with a blank expression: "And you know me very well in your words, just as Coul Walton thought, you must have something to do with me."

He frowned, obviously hesitant: "But I don't know you."

Olos smiled, as if she didn't hear Sherlock's question, she went straight to a booth and picked up a Chinese knot made of red string.

"Let's talk about Chinese culture."

Sherlock pursed his lips, obviously not interested in this topic at all, and also deeply dissatisfied with Olos' behavior of changing the topic.

He wanted to solve all the mysteries by himself, he frowned and told himself to give these "idiots" a little patience.

"Song brocade, bamboo weaving, embroidery, paper-cutting and other Chinese handicrafts all have special meanings."

"Due to the differences in the social history, customs, geographical environment, and aesthetic views of different regions and nationalities, even if the handicrafts in different places are the same thing, their meanings will be quite different, but some things have only one meaning. .”

"They represent eternity."

Sherlock thought she was going to buy a Chinese knot, but Olos said, "Boss, I want to buy a red rope."

So a Chinese boss enthusiastically brought them a stack of red ropes——.

"What does it mean?"

"bless."

She picked a simple one and placed it in Sherlock's hand.

"A present."

"Why did you give me a present?"

Olos thought about it tangled, and found a "reliable" reason for him and said, "I might want to be Santa Claus."

"Today is not Christmas."

She looked at the time, frowned, with a strange smile on her lips, and said, "Now the presents are over, and Christmas is over."

Oulos nakedly ignored Sherlock, walked leisurely to his side, took out a miniature Browning M1906, pointed at his back, and whispered in his ear: "Go Find Mycroft."

"what?"

Sherlock felt the coldness of the gun point against his coat, but he didn't look scared at all.

"He will tell you the truth."

Oulos caught a glimpse of the black Mercedes-Benz not far away, and said in a deep voice, "My case is called - Redbeard."

Sherlock looked at her in surprise.

"You..." Before he could ask what he wanted to ask, she didn't expect Oulos to take advantage of his unpreparedness like crazy, and immediately pushed him down, took out a cold injection from her pocket, and stuck it into the mouth. in his neck.

"Don't worry, it'll just give you a good night's sleep."

This potion was enough to stun an adult elephant, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face.

It is enough to make a sleep-deprived detective sleep well and feel refreshed.

A car slowly stopped in front of her, Oulos looked at the curious people around, pretended to be sorry and said: "It's gone, it's gone."

"This—my brother, he's on drugs. He always sleeps like this regardless of time and place."

The pedestrian frowned, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

The car door opened, and two big men carried Sherlock into the car, and then another man got out of the car. He was wearing a black suit and holding a small black umbrella in his hand. He looked as solemn as if he could meet the Queen of England at any time.

Oulos winked mischievously at him and said, "Do you want to go?"

"I don't think we need to..."

"No, we need to."

Mycroft took a deep look at Oulos, hesitated for a while, and let the others leave.

Oulos watched those people leave, they seemed to hate her a little, and they didn't forget to wait for her fiercely before leaving.

She tentatively asked, "Very angry?"

"why did you do this."

"I just wanted to see my brother."

"You know, that's not what I meant."

"what?"

Mycroft almost gritted his teeth and said, "That night."

Oulos said as if she had suddenly realized: "Oh, you are talking about the night I seduced you."

She frowned: "You remember?"

"You injected me with Coulvorton's amnesiac potion, but it doesn't mean that I won't mark myself before forgetting, it just took some time."

"Very good, as expected of the clever Mycroft Holmes."

"You—" Mycroft frowned, and he seemed unable to say: "Why did you do this."

"As you can see, it benefits the masses of the people."

She was absolutely sure that Mycroft knew what Sherlock had received, and what Sherlock could discover, he could definitely discover more.

Mycroft almost stared at her with a ferocious look, maybe it was just because she touched his bottom line, his so-called morality.

And Olos didn't intend to explain anything.

"I don't have a virginity complex, you tell me now, do you want to have it again?"

Mycroft gripped the handle of the umbrella so tightly that he could almost see the veins on his hands.

"You shouldn't be doing that."

Oulos smiled, she looked a little crazy: "I remember you enjoyed it very much at that time, under the face of abstinence and morality, you are crazy like a beast."

"Come on, Mycroft, you enjoy it."

She pointed viciously at Mycroft's chest and said, "Otherwise you wouldn't have questioned me rashly here."

Olos saw Mycroft raise his hand, but the expected slap didn't come down for a long time.

She looked at Mycroft and said in an extremely cold tone: "Olos, I think you should go back to Sherinford."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Ling~chan for the two mines, I will definitely live up to expectations and work harder.