[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Oulos hurriedly hugged Mycroft's waist, and put her head into his arms, "Honey, you are so cute, I love you so much~ah~what should I do?"

Mycroft gently stroked her belly, raised his hand and pulled her into his arms.

The smell of shower gel just after taking a bath made Oulos feel much better. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth around her.

Bai Qi was walking down the street in despair. This morning Sherlock asked Watson to go out with him after answering a phone call. Without thinking about it, he knew that they must have gone out to handle a case. Perfect CP, they couldn't be separated no matter what.

Seagulls hovered over the London Eye, and Bai Qi straightened out her hair that was blown by the wind, feeling an indescribable pain and powerlessness.

Everything can be made up, but IQ can't be made up, she can work hard, but some things can't be done with hard work, she wants to cry, especially when Sherlock listened to the call from Lestrade, he stood excitedly. Dancing on the table, shouting, "Watson! Watson! We're going!"

Before he left, he seemed to remember something, turned his head and said to her, "Are you going?"

This made her even more embarrassed, "Sorry, I still have to clean the house." Sherlock didn't say anything, and happily went out for an 'adventure' with Watson.

So aggrieved!

There were crystal clear tears in her eyes, she raised her head, and for a moment, she thought she could ignore the gazes of passers-by, and tried her best to tell herself, don't cry, people will see you when you cry, and people will laugh when you cry.

Incompetent, the two words are like a huge rock pressing on her head, making her breathless. Just a few days ago, she applied to another school, but she failed in the preliminary examination by five points. It turns out that there is no Sherlock Holmes With help, it is difficult for her to survive.

Send someone under the fence?

The blue sky is huge and wide. Some people say that when you are sad, you just look at the sky. It is enough to contain everything about you. Then Bai Qi cried, and her tears flowed down her face and fell to her chin drop by drop. Then it dripped heavily to the ground.

She wanted to cry out, almost shouted, but tried to hold it back.

"Everything will be fine." "Fart, the world is shit, and I'm not even shit."

This pain devoured the whole body like a bug.

"You didn't even play with me!!" Olos involuntarily increased the volume, puffing out her stomach.

Sherlock looked helplessly at the willful little girl in front of him, but in fact he was no longer a little girl.

"Damn it, I'm working on a case."

"But don't you think I'm more important?" Olos said irrefutably, picked up the milk in hand, and took a sip, as if drinking a glass of high-end red wine.

At that time, Sherlock and Watson were chasing a criminal organization that resells cultural relics. Olos made a phone call, and with decisive force, they stopped their progress.

"If you don't come back, I'll destroy the world!" Most people may not believe it, but...the perverted genius, Sherlock clenched the phone tightly in his hand and said through gritted teeth, "Damn it, where is Mycroft? "

"Going to a meeting!"

"I'm calling him back now."

"He went to Africa, and it will take at least two days to come back."

Watson watched innocently, and the two 'brothers and sisters' who were facing each other thought silently, I should talk to Mary about the 'problem against the second child'.

Sherlock felt the veins popping up on his forehead, "I want to handle the case, ma'am."

He repeated solemnly.

"How about I create a case for you"

Oulos's slender fingers were slightly bent, and she tapped the table lightly, as if I was thinking seriously.

"What do you want? Sex, an adult world, or a psychopathic crime?"

She held her chin, frowned, and said hesitantly: "Why don't we play a game of catching ghosts, I'll be a ghost, you come to me."

"Damn it, can you be serious?" Sherlock glared at Olos with a look that was rare in a century and hated iron and steel, "This is my job!"

Olos pursed her lips, looked at Sherlock unhappily and said, "You mean work?"

Watson hesitated and said, "I want to say..."

"How about it." Olos took out the notebook, opened it solemnly, and muttered to herself.

"The cultural relics sales organization is... er, well, I will inform Lestrade to find them." Olos tapped on the keyboard, "Okay, your work is over."

Watson faintly felt that Sherlock was on the verge of going berserk, and stood in front of him calmly.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock didn't get angry, stared at Olos with a blank expression, and said, "What are you playing?"

"International chess?"

"Row."

When the maid of the mansion found the chess pieces from the warehouse, Oulos had already started to enjoy her afternoon tea. She ate the small cakes bit by bit, and looked cynical with her legs crossed.

As someone who wanted to sleep after eating, she stretched herself, indirectly provoking the proud Sherlock.

She raised her eyes slightly: "Chess is a limited zero-sum game for two people, and luck has no role to play here."

"I never need luck."

Oluosi glanced at Watson, "In principle, there is a clear method, the premise is to be able to grasp all the countless and huge situations to the power of one hundred and eleven."

"General!" Under Watson's astonished expression, Olos calmly gave the opponent a final blow, "Sherlock, chess is just a game of right and wrong."

"You lost from the very beginning." She stood up, without the drowsy look just now, "Your greatest weakness is the fear of sacrifice, what made you like this."

Sherlock also stood up, he didn't look like he lost at all, "Switch to another game?"

"League of Legends?"

Sherlock frowned.

Bai Qi sat in the London square, took out her drawing board and pen, and looked at the streets full of people coming and going, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. She was wondering where these people came from, or where they were going.

A group of white pigeons were eating the buns thrown to them by young men in a corner of the square. Under the sun, they were cautious and beautiful, like a picture scroll, and the pens in their hands were dancing involuntarily.

"Let's get familiar with the novice operation first." Olos glanced at Sherlock and said, "This is the most popular game in the world recently."

"After you finish the novice operation, how about we go heads-up?"

Sherlock looked at the computer with a blank expression, and sat down calmly. Olos is good at operations in the mechanical field (engineering), she can even create a special-shaped aircraft, and Sherlock is good at reasoning and physics, chemistry .

Although Olos has lived in Sherringford since she was a child, she has already obtained a master's degree from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with amazing creations. For Sherlock, who graduated from Oxford, she just got a professional certificate from this "technical school" .

"Let the whole army go!"

The hero chosen by Oulos is a card master. She sat in front of the computer screen and smiled lightly. She said, "Whoever gets the first kill is the winner."

For Sherlock who is new to the game, Olos is simply bullying novices!Standing by the side, Watson felt that he needed to take a small handkerchief and put it in his mouth to express his dissatisfaction.

'Or, take them all.or nothing at all. 'The card master's motto accidentally matched Olos, and Sherlock chose Gale Sword, a hero with a story of swords and blood as ink.

The enemy card released a skill under the condition of cautiously examining the enemy, and accurately passed the soldier.

The enemy card attacked at full speed, and gave the little soldier a big move when the opponent was unprepared!

Haifeng Jianhao blows a hurricane into the enemy's field of vision, followed by a big move, the first drop of blood! !

Olos: It must be the wrong way for me to open it.

Do it again, she snorted and rushed to the local tower again, you are being attacked by the tower! !

Olos jumped out of the dangerous area with a flash, but most of her blood had been lost. In this difficult situation, she used a well-thought-out super big move to kill 100% of the opponent's hero, that is—— Unplug Sherlock's network cable.

"I won." Olos looked at Sherlock with a gratified face, and under Watson's surprised expression, he killed the Gale Swordsman who was forced to 'hang up' in place.

In a huge London square, a figure blocked the light and cast a shadow on the white paper. Bai Qi looked up and saw a man in a crumpled black T-shirt, "That... let me see your draw?"

Bai Qi smiled, handed him the canvas very generously, patted his side, and asked him if he wanted to sit down.

The man felt his face burn up all of a sudden, he lowered his head, touched the stone chair behind him and sat down.

"What's your name?"

The man glanced up at her, saw Bai Qi looking at him again, quickly lowered his head, and said hesitantly, "Uh...my name is Di Jia."

"Altman Tiga?" The man's body trembled.

Bai Qi glanced at him with a half-smile, and said, "It's like a name in a cartoon!"

"Uh...I...you...." The man was speechless for a long time, hesitated for a while before he said slowly: "Everyone calls me a hero."

He stood on tiptoe, like a silent child, but Bai Qi smiled even brighter.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, Ultraman Tiga has appeared~~~~~~~~