[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

"Let me go back?"

"I don't think you have lost your memory. Whatever the purpose, I regret sending you back to London."

His light-colored eyes made people feel inexplicably sad.

Olos wrinkled her nose and looked at Mycroft with a half-smile: "In your eyes, Sherringford is my home."

With a sullen face, Mycroft held his hand tightly, almost exhausting all his strength.

"Let's go."

"I'll go."

"Please embrace your so-called morality and live your life in pain. This is your punishment."

"After all, you slept with your own sister."

"Mycroft, promise me you won't have a good time."

As she spoke, she gently hugged Mycroft, her face was calm and serene, as if enjoying herself very much, until he left.

He looked a bit downcast, standing at the gate of Sherringford.

Here is a mountain, surrounded by the sea on all sides, and the other side can hardly be seen.

Helicopters buzzed overhead.

Oulos was lying in front of the glass window, and there was a sign to keep distance in front of her. She thought it was a little funny.

He straightened his hair very naturally, and took a mobile phone from the back of the chair, BlackBerry II, the same model given to Sherlock.

"It's time to start" - Olos

"receive."

Sherlock sat lazily on the sofa, looked at the BlackBerry in his hand, and frowned.

"Please hurry to 221B if you have nothing to do." - Sherlock

"Come quickly if you have anything to do." - Sherlock

Mycroft leaned on the balcony, and the cold wind blew slightly, which cleared his mind a lot.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the red wine in his hand—dry

He felt that everything was astringent in his mouth, and there was no taste at all.

"Beep~beep~."

He looked at the information on his phone and his face sank.

Sherlock sat on the sofa and looked at Mycroft at the door. He greeted him, and he would have selectively ignored him normally.

However, he has something to ask for today.

Watson said that when asking for help, you have to put on an attitude, and he obviously learned a lot.

"Hey, Mycroft, you're getting fat again."

It's just that this kind of provocative greeting may be somewhat different from what others expected.

Mycroft pursed his lips and smirked: "I lost three pounds in the past two days."

"It still looks like meat."

Mycroft's face froze, and he sat on the sofa in embarrassment.

"London furniture stores are always guaranteed, so every time you come and sit here, I feel very relieved."

"..."

Mycroft couldn't stop laughing, he asked with a sullen face, "What do you want from me?"

"who is she?"

Mycroft frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"Who did I say Olos?"

"Well, Olos is a friend."

"Come on, Mycroft, when you say this, you turn your hands to one side and your eyes to the other. The point is to mechanically repeat what I said-bad mistakes."

Sherlock frowned disdainfully.

"Er - but Sherlock, why is Mrs. Hudson sitting here?"

Mycroft looked at Mrs. Hudson who was taking notes, pouted and said, "Has that man retired?"

"Mrs. Hudson is only temporarily taking Watson's place."

"Uh... I didn't expect you to find her instead."

Mycroft pointed to Mrs. Hudson who was knitting a sweater. She was obviously a little impatient...

Mrs. Hudson asked nonchalantly, "So when do you start?"

Mycroft secretly rolled his eyes, obviously both brothers chose to ignore her.

"Who is she?"

Mycroft asked, "What did she say to you?"

"Redbeard."

Mycroft was silent. He glanced at Mrs. Hudson. She was still knitting, apparently she had completely abandoned the notebook beside her.

"Mrs. Hudson, would you make us a pot of tea?"

Mrs. Hudson frowned and stood up, complaining, "I'm a landlord, not your housekeeper."

"Would you like some biscuits?"

She is always so duplicity.

"It would be great if you could."

Sherlock pursed his lips, looked at Mycroft and said, "Why did you dismiss Mrs. Hudson?"

"Sherlock, I seriously tell you to forget about this matter, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Do not."

"This is an order."

Mycroft's voice suddenly hardened.

"Do you think you stopped me?"

Sherlock looked at Mycroft meaningfully and said, "Let me guess who she is, your old lover?"

Mycroft growled, "Sherlock."

A burst of wonderful music came from outside the window,

"I'm the one who got lost.

Who will come for the lost.

Old beech, deep below. "

"Olos." Mycroft stood up, looking in surprise at the little girl flying in from the window, specifically the little doll (Japanese doll) riding a broom.

It landed firmly on the ground, and then the beeping alarm sounded.

"Hi, I'm Granny Tang. If you don't obey me, I'll turn you into pigs."

Mycroft looked at it warily.

"Just a reminder, as soon as you get close to me, the alarm on my body will activate."

Sherlock frowned, and mocked with contempt: "Is your IQ only able to play this old routine?"

"Enough is enough."

It sounded robotic and rattled like it wasn't well oiled.

"DX-706 is enough to ruin this floor. I am very satisfied with the power of the wild."

When it talks, its eyes blink flickeringly, which is inexplicably weird.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock in surprise and asked, "She's been here before."

Mr. Detective looked at Mycroft innocently with a "Don't you know?" expression.

"Our game has begun. Find Olos, otherwise Granny Tang will turn everyone in London into pigs."

Granny Qian turned around with a click and let out an ugly "giggle~" laugh.

It suddenly stopped laughing like a cassette.

Then a huge explosion sounded, shattering the entire glass window, so Holmes was standing far away, so it was not affected, but the house needed to be redecorated.

When Mrs. Hudson heard the loud noise, she immediately put down the tea and rushed upstairs, only to see a big hole in her house.

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, what have you done?"

Mycroft glanced vigilantly at the doll on the ground, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Hudson, I will send someone to deal with it. Before that, I may not be able to taste your delicious tea."

At night, Mycroft had a dream. In the dream, he was a teenage boy who was even fatter than he is now. He almost growled angrily at the little girl in front of him because she burned a few pieces of drawing paper. There was the manor where they lived, there were them and "Red Beard", but in the middle it said "Game Over." Looking at the painting that had almost burned half a hole, he could almost guess what she was going to do until he was sure They literally saw their home on fire.

She said: "Mycroft, what you see may not be true."

She said, "Mycroft, you look so weird growing up."

She dismissed his roar with a mocking look until she left the manor, Uncle Rudy took her hand, and she looked at him deeply.

Just a glance.

She turned to Sherlock and said, "The next time you visit me, remember to put on your hair tie, I forgot to take it out."

The screen turned and returned to that night.

She was wearing a black suspender dress and sitting on the sofa in his room, with a pair of beautiful hands, gently shaking the wine glass in her hand, and there were glaring scars.

"Want a drink?"

Her eyes were misty, like a helpless lamb.

He smelled a strange smell at the tip of his nose, he frowned subconsciously, and was hugged by her when he wanted to leave here.

"Don't leave me, okay?"

She looked at him almost begging, and he felt a little bit bitter, and he didn't know where the pain came from.

……

In the dream, he kissed her eyes as if bewitched, and she leaned in his arms, looking up at him.

He smiled slightly, and threw the thing in her hand far away, accompanied by a crisp sound.Then he bowed his head and kissed her.

Her lips were as soft as he had imagined, reminding him suddenly that she and Sherlock were shopping in Chinatown, and she bit a big pink cotton candy in her mouth, with a little bit of sweetness.

He held her face in his hands, and kept kissing her gently, kissing...

He seems to have forgotten that she is his sister... just men and women...

The chaotic dream disappeared instantly in my mind accompanied by a burst of cold sweat, and there were bursts of strange screams of "ping pong pang~" outside the door.

Freud once said that the human brain has an abstract function of processing dreams.If the dream is very close to reality, then there is only one possibility, a certain strong desire in his heart that has been suppressed for a long time - can't wait - wants to be released.

Mycroft cursed a few words in a low voice, and found that his quilt was completely wet, and his body was sweaty, sticky, and somewhat disgusted.

He thinks he should lose weight.

The corner outside the door was still going on, he frowned irritably, and shouted angrily: "Sherlock, I know it's you, can you stop your so-called clever but stupid old tricks?"

"Tell me who Olos is?"

Sherlock's steady and annoying voice sounded outside the door.

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