[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Olos frowned, and took a bite of ice cream to indicate that Sherlock had done such a thing, so she wanted to pay tribute to her detective husband.

Mycroft's face darkened unknowingly.

She winked at Sherlock, but he was deadpan and said that her face was cramped.

McCoff tried hard to suppress his anger and said, "Sherlock didn't set up Super Mario on the state secret website like you did."

One hundred levels of Super Mario locked all the confidential documents.

Mycroft raised his forehead.

On the contrary, Oulos jumped up from the sofa with an excited face and asked, "Oh, that's great!"

"Big Fatty, how many hours did you spend?"

Mycroft answered her with a dark face, almost gritted his teeth.

"three hours."

Olos shrugged to express her regret.

In fact, the process is like this.

When a virus like "Super Mario" appeared on the state secrets website, McCoff started to pass the level with a very calm, confident, genius idea.

But unfortunately he died in the first game.

He doesn't understand why a person eats gold coins, why eat a small mushroom for human beings to grow bigger, and eat stars to make magic.

This is simply nonsense. He watched with a gloomy face that Super Mario was going to jump from one flaming mountain to another. According to scientific speculation, the surface temperature of the flaming mountain can reach 83 degrees Celsius, and the closer it is, the higher the temperature. It is impossible to stay alive for 37 minute in the state of 1 degrees.

So he began to think about why this idiot (Super Mario) had to overcome this difficulty to reach another dangerous situation.

His conclusion was that... Muggles are innocent and egotistical beings.

In order to solve the trouble as soon as possible, he had to tell a little lie with a dark face: "I have another meeting in half an hour."

"This kind of stupid game - the government invites a professional player to clear the level to speed up the efficiency."

Afterwards, without changing his expression, Mu Ran got up, adjusted his suit, and raised a smirk that is popular among politicians nowadays.

After leaving, Mycroft was thinking about who did this prank. Obviously, Sherlock is the biggest suspect. He always does some stupid things that cause trouble, but they are often all kinds of program codes... not so "high-end" .”

That was obviously another member of the family, thinking that she had lost her memory, Mycroft's face was darkened.

Oulos took a hard bite of the baguette in her hand, crossed her legs, and from time to time lowered her head to suck a few sips of milk on the coffee table, looking like Lafayette.

"Fatty, why do you stay here all the time?"

Mycroft gave her a hard look, and Oluos turned her head to pretend she didn't see anything.

When Sherlock came out of his small laboratory, Olos couldn't wait to jump to his doubts, declared her sovereignty with a proud face, and said to Sherlock very frightened: "This fat man is always here, nothing at all. Not cute."

Apparently, Sherlock very much agrees with Olos' views on this fat man, and he agrees with but dislikes it and says to Mycroft, "You seem to have gained a pound."

Mycroft tightly held the handle of the umbrella, his entire face darkened.

"I've lost weight recently."

"can not tell."

Sherlock lowered his head and said hesitantly: "I think I need to tell you, although I don't care about the ethical issues that goldfish care about."

"But sadly, I'm married to my job."

Oulos waved her hands indifferently, confidently expressing that she must still have a chance.

She still rubbed Sherlock's neck with her hand, and demonstrated to Mycroft that we were very close.

Watson fed milk to the child in his arms in shame, and quietly left this place that might become a battlefield.

"Oluos, pay attention to your manners, this is not something a lady should do."

He watched Olos with her legs hooked around Sherlock's waist like a koala, and felt as if he was being strangled by something.

Before Oulos could refute, she was put down by Sherlock.

She said viciously to Mycroft: "He is my husband, I love him so much."

After speaking, he made a face at Mycroft.

"Humph."

Sherlock frowned and scolded Olos seriously: "Apologize, Olos."

Oulos puffed her cheeks aggrievedly, but refused to apologize, but still gave McCoff a hard look, and murmured: "Fatty."

"Olos."

Obviously Sherlock is really angry, and he also thinks that Olos is a little out of control.

"……sorry."

She uttered a series of three vague words, then let go of her hands and feet, and went downstairs sadly.

There was silence in the messy living room.

"Mycroft, what did you find?"

Mycroft frowned and said, "You shouldn't be yelling at her like that, she's your sister."

"Oh, Mycroft, you're my brother, and I have to thank you for beating me to pieces."

Mycroft said angrily: "Sherlock, as I said, I was only doing it for the mission."

He paused and continued: "I suspect that uncle did this."

"And I'm..."

Mycroft swallowed, obviously not knowing what to say.

"Sherlock."

A pair of pale eyes looked at him.

"I found a pile of bones near... the old house."

"According to the forensic doctor's insistence report, the owner of this pile of bones died more than ten years ago and... your DNA has a similar rate of more than [-]%."

Sherlock's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Olos."

"Then who is she?"

"...an artificial human created based on Olos' DNA and other advanced technologies."

He hesitated and said, "You know what uncle is good at."

"..."

"Olos is innocent."

Sherlock said sarcastically, "I never knew you could be so sentimental."

Sherlock frowned and said, "Mycroft, you have made a big mistake. If you continue, you will become as stupid as the fools of Scotland Yard."

But he was still worried about this child. Mycroft darkened his eyes and did not answer Sherlock's words.

There was a "bang~" sound outside, and Mycroft immediately thought of something and rushed out, but he was too fat to catch up, but saw the shadow of Olos heading towards the door of 220B.

Mycroft rubbed his temples.

"Olos heard everything."

"She didn't go back at all just now."

Sherlock kept his mouth shut, said nothing, took out a violin, and began to tune it.

"Sherlock, are you listening to me?"

Sherlock raised a smile and said: "I need to get the tune right before I can start composing the music."

Mycroft snatched Sherlock's violin with a dark face, and almost yelled angrily: "You shouldn't just know how to escape every time you encounter emotional matters."

"I know that Bluebeard's death has saddened you."

"But Olos is your sister."

Sherlock stood up suddenly, showing an exaggerated and funny smirk, and said, "My sister died long ago."

"But Olos."

He seemed to mention the key point inadvertently. "Cyborg."

"Okay, a cyborg, but that's your sister, too."

"Without her."

Mycroft grabbed Sherlock's collar angrily, and shouted, "So what if I don't have her?"

"Sherlock, not everything can let others wipe your ass."

"Olos, she has liked you since she was a child."

He darkened his eyes and said, "The same is true of her now."

At this time, it was drizzling in London, and Mycroft stood upright downstairs in 220B, looking at the dim lights upstairs.

He held the umbrella but did not open it, the rain hit him one by one, and he closed his eyes.

As if remembering something.

Afterwards he murmured that if anyone walked in and heard it, they would definitely laugh at it. This must be the ugliest "three little bears" in the world.

Sherlock stood in front of the window holding the violin, playing the violin uninterruptedly. He played for a long time, and all the tunes were so sad.

It made Watson think of the day a certain woman died.

Liz was sleeping soundly in the cradle, her mouth curved as if dreaming of something, maybe her mother, although she was still young, she must have missed Mary very much, and he missed his wife very much.

The rain in London is getting heavier, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Oulos covered her ears and hid in the closet shivering. She always thought that she was... but in fact she was a man-made human. Is she really just a... creature that was copied?

Sherlock's cold words kept circling in her mind, and she shook her shoulders, as if she was about to cry.

She doesn't remember anything.

She pulled back her sleeves in a panic, and there were cut marks on it, as well as deep bite marks... It was obvious that the owner had severe depression and self-harm tendencies.

She put on a dress in a panic, and walked out of 220B.

"Report, Olos Olos left 220B."

Mycroft put down his coffee and said calmly: "Follow her, I want to know her next move."

He paused, and continued: "Strengthen the monitoring of 220B and 221B."

He pursed the corners of his mouth, with an abstinent and forbearing look, his light-colored eyes looked at the big bed, uncontrollably thinking of that beautiful night in his mind.

She said that she would change to a big bed in the future so that no matter how hard she rolled, she would not fall off.

The author has something to say: Thank you Jin Xiaolang for a landmine~