[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Repeated attacks on the well-meaning suggestions of others are intolerable.

Oulos was stimulated by the "prince" who suddenly appeared in front of her and satirized her undisguisedly. She deeply realized that this prince needs to have a good sex.

"For God's sake, Olos, you let me down again and again."

Do all princes have such an annoying temper, Olos thought, and her face turned cold.

Arrogant, selfish, and vicious and hurtful words, she has amnesia, not a fool, and she can hear the impatience in these words.

But at least she didn't think she had done something outrageous.

This kind of accusation, even the prince, would not allow it.

"Please get out."

Oulos pursed her pale lips, with a little irritation in her expression.

Mr. Holmes was stunned, at least... before, Olos must have been sarcasm or "playing" with her elder brother, and she would definitely not be as direct as she is now.

She can always find an opportunity to hurt him and everyone without mercy.

"Olos, what do you want?"

He didn't think that his "words" could have any negative impact on a genius who even surpassed Newton's wisdom.

So he regarded Olos' abnormality as "the bad temper of a genius", and he would never admit that it was because he was not in a good mood today, so he angered Olos.

Mr. Mycroft Holmes finally left the room obediently under someone's very firm attitude.

He didn't think it was necessary for him to stay, especially when he was already invited out, even though his skin was thick enough to stay.

Dean Ed watched Mr. Holmes walk out of the ward carelessly and satisfied, and hurriedly followed.

"gentlemen."

"Ok?"

"I'm very sorry."

Holmes paused and frowned, evidently not understanding what the Abbot said.

Dean Ed obviously didn't see Mr. Holmes' doubts, and explained to himself: "We will try our best to restore Miss Oluos's memory."

"Of course, this may be your cooperation. Just yesterday we introduced the latest stimulation therapy in the United States..."

"You said she lost her memory!?"

Mr. Holmes widened his eyes and stared fiercely at Dean Ed, who was "tiringly" introducing him to various advanced medical technologies. His face was cold and gloomy.

Dean Ed was frightened by Holmes' "terrified" expression.

He has been a coward since he was a child. If someone told himself 40 years ago that he would become a doctor, he would have thought it was an April Fool's joke.

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Holmes held the handle of the umbrella, and the tail of the umbrella made regular collision sounds with the ground. This was simply the lowest mistake he had ever made in his life.

Mr. Holmes calmed down his emotions, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure she has lost her memory?"

"Yes, sir."

Holmes gave him a meaningful look, and said: "I hope it's not a—game, you know, Dean Ed."

"Don't worry, Mr. Holmes, we will strengthen the monitoring of Miss Oluos throughout the day."

It was starting to get dark.

At this time, it was raining in London, pattering the streets, with a faint scent of mint.

"May the wind calm down."

Olos lay impatiently on the bed, a violent beast, anger and anxiety filled her whole body, and those light-colored eyes lingered in her mind.

She closed her eyes weakly, hiding her deepest thoughts.

She will get out of here.

The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace.

A man was lying lazily on the sofa, motionless, as if he was about to die.

"Sherlock, please, put on your clothes."

Mycroft's steady voice seemed cadenced in this sentence.

The reason why he felt that his hairline was in jeopardy was entirely because of this worrying brother.

"Well, it's thanks to staying in London this time - Moriarty - isn't it?"

But apparently no one responded to the remark, and Watson shrugged, expressing his satisfaction at being ignored.

"In half an hour, there is a meeting."

"I hope you have a good attitude, if you still want to stay here."

McCoff ignored Sherlock's "leisurely leisurely" attitude, and told his brother in detail about the process he was about to face.

"Did you say Moriarty really came back?"

"I'm pretty sure he's dead."

secret meeting room

Mycroft started his speech. He was wearing a neat suit, with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a slide button, describing the importance of the meeting to everyone.

Everyone listened carefully and promised not to reveal the content of the meeting, except for Sherlock, who was fiddling with something "leisurely" and made the sound of keys from time to time. Mycroft frowned, as he He couldn't see what Sherlock was doing from his angle, and of course he didn't expect his mischievous brother to behave.

Until the voice became more and more presumptuous.

McCoff turned his head impatiently and scolded: "Are you posting on Weibo?"

"Do not."

"You look like it."

"Of course I'm not tweeting."

"Why am I posting on Weibo?"

Apparently, Sherlock's justification was a low-level sophistry in front of McCoff, and McCoff directly tried to grab Sherlock's cell phone.

Sherlock said angrily, "No."

After snatching the phone, Mycroft obviously still couldn't calm down his anger, and disregarded Sherlock's wishes, he read his Weibo aloud.

He was obviously like a teacher who was pissed off by a naughty student, showing the student's bad composition to his classmates, so that people would laugh at him severely.

"I finally returned to the ground, free like a bird..."

"God, can you stop being so disappointing?"

Hearing Sherlock's complaints obviously made him even more angry.

"Sherlock, for God's sake, can't you be more serious?"

"When did I stop being serious?"

"Not so long ago, I was using my life to complete a work of giving back to the British government, and now I am back, in this warm and comfortable... conference hall, with my eldest brother Mycroft..."

Sherlock said some rambling words, such as today's nice weather, you can drink tea, chat, eat a piece of ice cream, maybe play tennis or something.

Watson's daughter, Liz, became obsessed with a cartoon called "The Prince of Tennis". God knows, how could she become a prince after just playing tennis?

Is this deliberately confusing the noble blood of the nobles?

He wondered why his great brother didn't "handle" this tense and serious matter.

Obviously at the back, I was interrupted by a lady who was very dissatisfied. She was well dressed, slovenly, and unsmiling. She was obviously a... terrible business woman.

Sherlock has always been helpless with such women, because he has to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor without being driven crazy.

Moriarty's "Missing You" ad, perfectly saved Sherlock, while another girl was insane in a mental hospital, she fantasized that she was a cowardly king, and she had a very vicious wife, her wife Called Maria, Maria especially likes to cut off other people's heads and takes pleasure in it.

Olos was wearing a white silk hospital gown, standing barefoot on the white marble, which is the center of the hall, and everyone on this floor was looking at her with strange eyes.

Oulos attributed these strange eyes to the "prisoners"' fear of death, after all, no one would be interested in death.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of those restless people—looking at her (the fog), Olos felt that she had to appease them, even if she couldn't change their fate.

Many nurses faced this VVIP mental patient with the mood of watching a joke. The spectacular scene was like watching a drama.

Oulos is like a small stone thrown into their ordinary and boring life, cutting waves one after another.

Until she slowly took out a knife and blinded a "dog's eye".

Screams, one after another.

"Now, we're going to start beheading."

"My lord, who is the first."

There was a hint of coldness in Oulos's smile, her thin body seemed to have a wide hem, and the small fruit knife was refracted by the light, exuding a thrilling air, until several big men "mercilessly" restrained her .

Dean Ed frowned, confiscated Oluosi's fruit knife, knocked her unconscious under her dissatisfied eyes, and then dialed someone's internal number.

Until there was a "beep~", a flattering smile on his face, like a dark chrysanthemum.

"Good day, Mr. Holmes."

Mycroft calmed down his emotions. Obviously, he was really angry with Sherlock, and he hasn't adjusted his state yet.

"Hello, Dean Ed."

"Is she okay?"

"Miss Olos, just now suddenly... attacked our nurse."

There was silence on the phone.

……

Dean Ed severely punished the nurse who didn't keep the fruit knife well, and locked Olos back in the room, canceled the life column of "walking and rest" in the afternoon, and stopped her dinner supply for three days. show punishment.

Mycroft was busy with business, and couldn't pay attention to this scary and obstructive psycho sister all the time, so when he came to the hospital again, it was a month later this time.

At this time, the hospital was very quiet.

McCoff gently pushed away Olos' room, and the little girl was dressed in white, rustling on the bed, not knowing what she was doing.

He approached Oulos suspiciously, but subconsciously kept a distance of one meter.

This distance is very safe, not only convenient to observe her, but also not easy to be misled by her.

Olos is the most intelligent existence in the Holmes family. She has been different from the very beginning. She is unprecedentedly intelligent and——terrifying. She was once so clever that he was afraid.

"Olos."