[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Oulos made a strange smile, took out a stack of parachute bags from under the chair, and said very richly: "Everyone take one."

"Put them on, you'll need them."

Oulos saw that they were not about to move, and enthusiastically showed them a demonstration.

"It's embarrassing, don't you have any intention of moving?"

"OK then."

"The last level, jump down."

When she said this, it was as if she was asking you, there is a restaurant that does good things, do you want to try it.

"..."

"There are only three people who can reach the United States... so you choose one of the three, or die together."

Watson frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What am I afraid of? I've already died."

Watson almost snatched Mycroft's gun, and immediately fired a few shots in the direction of Olos with "bang bang bang~".

However, the glass cover is too hard, and after working for a long time, a little gap was opened, which is not worth mentioning at all.

"you……."

Olos smiled: "You are very brave."

"But... you have no brains."

"Now you start choosing."

Watson frowned, stared at Olos almost viciously and said, "We won't choose."

He absolutely did not believe that she could really blow up the whole plane.

Of course it wasn't because he thought she didn't dare to die, but because he found that the Sherlock Holmes family had a tradition, which was unwavering, and there was no half-reason in doing anything, and the same was true for whole people.

Now it seems that Watson was really wrong.

Olos pouted.

"Well then, Mycroft, if you kill Watson, our game will be over, okay?"

This suggestion is not good at all... Watson felt his forehead throbbing.

Mycroft took a few steps back in defiance, straightened his back and said, "I absolutely don't want blood on my hands."

He frowned again, handed the gun to Sherlock and said, "You killed him, you know, he's always been the most useless one."

Just as Watson was about to refute, he realized that he really seemed to be the most useless one, as Mycroft said, ahem.

Oulos pretended to be hypocritical and said, "It's really sad."

"Sherlock, how would you choose? One is your best - human friend, and the other - your not-so-good brother."

"Shall I play some Moriarty?"

"I've always thought that if he wasn't in the crime business, he could still...be a singer, it would just be kind of boring."

Sherlock raised his head slightly: "What about you?"

Oulos froze for a moment, as if she was really thinking about this issue seriously.

She thought for a long time before slowly saying: "I want to be a scientist."

Sherlock frowned: "Everyone in Scotland Yard can be a policeman, and you are more than enough to be a scientist."

"No—I want to be a princess."

Sherlock asked: "What do you think of the princess?"

"Beautiful clothes, a handsome and smart prince, and a nasty stepmother." When she was talking about this, she glanced at Mycroft inexplicably. Could he say that he felt some kind of resentment?

"As above, as long as you think about it, there is nothing you can't do."

Olos raised her jaw arrogantly and said, "That's right, I'm very good."

After finishing speaking, she shook her head sadly and said, "I don't have a prince, so what should I do?"

Her eyes looked extremely confused, she suddenly put down the remote control in her hand, as if she was frightened, she said, "Why am I here?"

"Where is my prince?"

"I remember him saying he was going for a walk in the nearby forest."

"He heard my singing."

"He said he would kill that fake princess to pick me up." "True and False Princess"

After she finished speaking, she squatted on the ground, looking very painful. Sherlock and Watson were obviously looking at this sudden situation in a daze.

Mycroft gritted his teeth and explained softly: "Oluosi suffers from delusional disorder."

Before he could say any more useful information, Olos stood up as if possessed by a ghost, picked up the remote control button on the ground, and said viciously to Sherlock: "Who do you choose?"

"Watson?"

"Or Mycroft?"

"Ten, nine, eight..."

She hardly gave them any time to think. At such a height, even with a parachute, no matter how lucky they are in this vast ocean, they will die in it.

"Choose quickly, Sherlock, I hate other people's dilly-dally."

I saw Sherlock pick up a set of parachutes from the ground with a blank expression... and put it on his body with a blank expression, as if the place he was going to was not the "hell" that was "frozen to the bone" below, but a one-year parachute. Once outing. '

"What are you doing?"

Sherlock shrugged and said blankly, "Jump down."

"No, stop...."

"Sherlock!"

"No no no!!!!"

Oulos exclaimed, she hurriedly closed the glass barrier, and immediately rushed underneath and hugged Sherlock's waist.

"No, Sherlock!"

Her mind was in turmoil until a cold gun was pressed against her forehead, Oulos smiled until her eyes were red.

Her pale face was full of madness, and she looked up at Sherlock, almost crying.

"You already knew that, didn't you?"

"I remember, Olos."

"When?"

"When the warden died."

"So...you remembered it so early..."

Sherlock couldn't bear to look at Olos' bright red eyes and said: "My... sister killed my best friend, I... was very sad, so I changed my memory and locked it up."

"When I long to know, I naturally have the key to open it."

"Oh—Sherlock, I have no friends. I've been around you since I was a kid, but every time you see him you just forget about me."

"I'm sorry Olos."

"Since I'm sorry—then don't forget me."

Her voice was thick and hoarse, as if something was about to fall from her eye sockets, she bit her lip so hard that she almost bit her own mouth open.

"But you all forgot."

She lowered her head as if she had lost her soul, tears slipped down her jaw drop by drop and fell heavily on the ground.

"I've been waiting for you for so long."

The cold muzzle of the gun lowered her forehead, but she laughed instead. She looked at McCoff, stood up and said, "Redbeard, I didn't actually kill him."

"what!"

"I didn't set the fire on the manor either."

Olos looked at the surprised faces of Holmes and felt relieved. (There is also Watson with a confused face, covering his face~)

"how is this possible?"

Oulos pretended not to care, stepped back a few steps, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "All this is for a huge conspiracy."

"You have to think about it, no matter how good I am, it is impossible for a child so much older than me to jump into that well by himself."

"Everyone knows... if you go down, you will never come back."

Mycroft looked at her in disbelief and asked, "Oluos, what's going on?"

Olos frowned, and said with a look of disgust, "Mycroft, do you know who is the most disgusting thing in this world to me?"

"It's you."

"It used to be...you never winked at me, I was always trying to curry favor with you—"

Mycroft raised a smile stiffly and defended: "How could it be?"

"You asked someone to block me at the school gate, and you spread rumors at school, saying that I was a psychopath. Everyone saw me as if they had seen a virus."

Now it was Watson's turn to look at McCoff in disbelief. He really didn't expect McCoff to do such a naive thing.

"I don't care, I'm crazy, I'm too lazy to explain, but... At that time, I really, really hoped that I could have an older brother."

Her body trembled, and she covered her eyes almost in pain.

She frantically pointed at Mycroft's nose and said, "You and that man took me away. I hate you, I want you to be unhappy, unhappy, I curse you."

"Olos."

His expression began to move, and just when he was about to say something, Olos took advantage of the gap and jumped off the plane.

Sherlock was stunned for a second, and quickly jumped onto the stage. Seeing that there was still a bottle of red wine in it, he put on his safety gear and was about to jump down, but was immediately stopped by Watson and Mycroft.

Looking at the endless sea below, Sherlock said, "You shouldn't be like this, Mycroft."

"You shouldn't have pushed her like this."

Mycroft almost gritted his teeth and yelled at him: "No matter what, you shouldn't go down."

Watson frowned and persuaded, "Sherlock, she may be dead."

Mycroft gave him a hard look, and scolded, "No way."

Like a soldier, he took off his coat, put on a parachute, and put on life-saving equipment. Looking at the dark blue sky, he looked solemn like a great man.

"Sherlock, give me the wine."

"I do not want."

"give me."

McCoff immediately snatched it over and shouted almost angrily, "I owe her this."

"Sherlock, contact the local police immediately."

After speaking, he opened the parachute and jumped down.

Watson wanted to stop him, but he only reached a small corner. Looking at his empty palm, he really couldn't accept the fact that two Holmes died in just a few hours today - guess.

He turned to look at Sherlock, only to see him rushing down like a lion waking up, fiddling with some buttons.

"Sherlock."

"Watson, let me smooth my thoughts."

The author has something to say: the next one is probably going to be bloody... Please be ready.