[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

The warden almost crawled up to the three prisoners with both hands and feet, and untied their cloth covers tremblingly.

He murmured: "No, no."

But when he saw the familiar and terrified face in front of him, he almost took a few steps back in pain. He looked at Watson in a trance, begging him to save his family.

Watson frowned, and couldn't bear to say: "But they are already dead."

Mycroft stated blankly: "He was killed."

In the end, the warden picked up the pistol on the ground like crazy, and shot himself in the head.

Blood all over the place.

The bright red color made Oulos frown, but after a while, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "Let's continue."

Sherlock looked at Mycroft, who frowned tightly, like a rooster who has been defeated in a fight.

It's just that he couldn't just let Mycroft die in front of him. Although he was annoying, but... damn he couldn't think of a but.

He looked at the struggling Watson, obviously very hesitant.

"Sherlock, you must win."

There was another halo of the Virgin, and Olos frowned weakly, obviously she didn't want to admit that she flirted with this idiot a few days ago.

Sherlock started to roll the dice again, and finally got the point one. The requirement was that Mycroft must say one thing that made him regret the most this month.

The topic was so simple that Watson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was just Mycroft, he was wearing a classic three-piece suit, he was holding a small black umbrella, his eyes were darkened as if he was trying to bear something.

Watson kindly advised him: "Mycroft, say anything, such as regretting eating a piece of expired bread..."

Standing aside, Sherlock faintly sensed something, his mouth was tightly shut, his light-colored eyes were glued to Mycroft's body, as if he wanted to get some information from it.

His lips parted slightly, then closed quietly.

"Olos..."

Mycroft looked at the girl on the stage, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes.

Oulos smiled and looked at him: "So you're going to say... I ate a piece of expired bread and regretted it?"

She frowned in disgust, curled her lips as if there was something dirty, and continued: "Politicians themselves are synonymous with lies."

"It's—disgusting—."

Olos looked at Sherlock and said, "Then this game will continue."

"Hold on."

Watson looked at Mycroft, his hands were almost trembling uncontrollably.

"what?"

"Olos, I'm sorry."

Olos showed an elegant smile and said, "What are you sorry for?"

"Whatever?"

Suddenly she felt a little bored and stood up, her black eyes looked at Sherlock without waves: "I don't want to play anymore."

"It's boring." Her tone was like a child who couldn't find a favorite toy.

"Why can't you just be a little bit neater."

"I--."

Olos crossed her arms, looking extremely distressed.

"But this game must have a result... Since you don't want to say it, then you can go to hell."

"Stand up, my dear, brother, brother."

She laughed wildly, and when she got to the back, she was almost accompanied by a coldness, which was a little creepy.

Watson looked at Mycroft in horror, and then at Olos. Obviously, he was incapable of accepting the "surprise surprise" at this time.

When did the Holmes family have a younger sister?

He looked at Sherlock, obviously hoping he would give him a satisfactory answer.

"I just found out."

Sherlock shrugged innocently at Watson.

They watched as Mycroft stood on a half-height platform with transparent glass under his feet. If the glass disappeared... he would probably fall into the sea to feed the fish.

"Mycroft."

Oulos looked at Sherlock impatiently, and warned: "If you dare to move, I guarantee that your good friend will die with him immediately."

Sherlock's half foot returned to its original position.

"So now... Mycroft, do you need to say your last words?"

Olos pouted.

Watson wanted to rush forward with excitement on his face, and said something to the kid.

"Hey, you are not mistaken, he is your brother!"

"So what?"

Oluosi's indifferent look made Watson want to hang up and beat this child up, the naked three views are not right!

But Oulos suddenly looked at Mycroft, and said in an extremely sarcastic tone: "Do you think you deserve to be an older brother?"

The scene was a little awkward.

"To celebrate - the departing Mycroft."

"Playing you a funeral march sung a cappella by Moriarty... no thanks."

Then they heard Moriarty's screams—and a very dramatic funeral march.

Watson: "Isn't he dead?"

Sherlock frowned: "It was recorded."

He gave Mycroft a meaningful look.

Mycroft straightened his chest and stood on it with a poker face, dignified like a sculpture.

Watson stared closely at Mycroft's feet, and it couldn't be described as confusion.

"damn it."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

But Mycroft didn't fall.

His upper body was stuck, which looked weird, but Sherlock wanted to laugh.

Mycroft's entire face turned dark - he clearly felt that Olos was actually trying to fight against him on purpose, to make a fool of himself, but in other words, maybe she couldn't bear him to die.

There was a hint of joy in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm on his face.

At this point, it is time to think about how to crawl out of this damn "hole".

Sherlock obviously also saw some tricks. He was in a much more relaxed mood this time than before, and joked: "Mycroft, you should really lose weight."

Watson was quite embarrassed and pulled the slightly bulky guy, Mycroft, up.

Oulos curled her lips and said, "Let's play something exciting."

As she spoke, she pressed a green button, and the whole room began to shake, and they shook almost uncontrollably.

"Have you ever played Transformers?"

"what."

"This room has actually been converted into an airplane by me."

Watson looked at her in disbelief, feeling as if he was living in a science fiction novel, a politician with complicated thoughts, a detective obsessed with handling cases, and a mechanical genius who clamored to kill his brother—and another A little weak little doctor.

Watson covered his face.

The plane began to fly steadily upward-they could almost stuff an egg in their mouths.

"You entrusted my case, why the red beard."

"you forgot."

Olos answered him, but her eyes were on Mycroft.

"Do you want to eat something to keep the game going?"

Watson subconsciously puffed out his protruding stomach, uh—he was full.

Then under the eyes of everyone——Oluosi opened a cabinet, took a piece of chocolate from it, and ate it on her own.

"..."

Watson said embarrassingly: "This behavior is a bit out of line with the current atmosphere."

She threw a piece of chocolate at Sherlock, and recommended him to taste it very sincerely: "This is a liqueur chocolate made from red wine in 1982."

As she said that, she picked up another can of milk and poured it down.

The plane was still flying, it passed through the clouds, and the sunlight shone through the glass outside, which was a bit dazzling.

She licked her lips and sat down in another chair enjoying herself.

"Sherlock, you forgot about me."

"do you know?"

"I am disappointed."

Olos made a face that I was very sad, then opened the glass cover, and urged Sherlock to go down and stay with Watson and the others.

At this moment, Mycroft pulled out the handle of the umbrella and aimed at Oluos.

"Let us go."

She watched in amazement that the umbrella handle magically turned into a gun—she couldn't help but marvel at the superb modern technology.

Oulos said with a straight face: "Do it."

"Let's see if I died sooner, or...the plane was destroyed sooner."

She leisurely took out an orange button from her pocket—pervert! ! !

Watson felt that he would never love again, and watched Sherlock walk into their camp step by step.

For just a few hours, they were played around like monkeys by her.

Sherlock asked with a cold face: "Where is the destination of this plane?"

"U.S."

"why?"

"I want to see what your brother looks like after he learns the truth."

Sherlock guessed, "Redbeard?"

Olos frowned: "Come on."

In such a silence, Mycroft's stomach let out a "gurgling~" sound very uncomfortable, and he felt that he had lost all his face in his life today.

With a stiff smile on his face, Mycroft gave a very weak explanation.

"I've had trouble digesting recently."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

"...I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning."

Oulos pursed her lips, and said in a deliberate manner, "Mycroft, you should just lose weight."

"After all, you are really too fat."

Her expression was a little disgusted, as if she was saying, oh, how could I have such a fat brother, which made McCoff slightly upset, and even looking at the thinner Sherlock was even more upset.

He almost gritted his teeth and said, "That's really a pity."

As if she couldn't understand his expression, Oulos nodded as a matter of course, deeply hurting someone's little heart.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Jin Xiaolang and Anna for the first mine, I am very happy~zizi

As for Olos and Sherlock, they will have emotional and physical intimate contact, but they should not have a relationship.

Means...S will win Best Supporting Actor.