[Comprehensive] The winner of life

John H. Watson, an honorably wounded and retired military doctor, was almost devastated at this moment.He just wanted to find a roommate to share the rent with, but he took off his vest when he thought that someone would come up to him!

"Sherlock, you are wrong about one thing." A parrot flew to Sherlock's shoulder and settled down. "Doctor Watson has only one sister, Harriet Watson."

"Something goes wrong." Sherlock gritted his teeth to express his calmness.

"Good day, Watson. Since we shall see each other often in the future, you may call me e."

Watson: "..." His face twisted inwardly, should he say "Yes, my lord" now?Can anyone tell me what's going on here?

Sherlock put on his coat and tied a scarf, and the parrot flew over and continued to stand on his shoulder, but Sherlock ruthlessly dismissed him: "Even as a parrot, you are surprisingly lazy."

"Thank you, I've always been so unique." Although the parrot said so, it spread its wings and slapped the back of Sherlock's head. "Don't make me mad." Oh, literally.

Watson was dumbfounded, he couldn't help but look at the intermediary, his old classmate Mike.Mike said don't look at him, he's just a fat guy who doesn't know anything.

Under the guidance of fate, Watson finally went to Baker Street, and then they took a taxi to the scene of the crime. After getting off the taxi, Watson couldn't help asking: "Where is your parrot? It is e, how is it?" Do you know that Harry belongs to my sister?" Was it trained by you?Watson thought about it and still didn't ask this question.

"Ha, she's not my parrot, you'll see her again soon." After saying this, Sherlock strode forward, leaving the confused Watson with his short legs. The legs quickly catch up.

Sherlock said that he would see the parrot again soon, but Watson didn't expect it to be so fast and so dramatic—he was kidnapped and put in a small black car. Although he was accompanied by a beautiful woman, Watson felt that normal people He wouldn't like it—he saw the parrot again in the deserted underground parking lot.

Watson was so surprised that he flamboyantly ignored the big devil, "E, why do you...?" Watson couldn't organize effective words to ask him full of doubts.

"You can think of me as 'Father' Odin's crow." Odin's two crows symbolize "thought" and "memory".They fly all over the world every morning and report back to Odin what they have seen.

After being reminded by it, Watson noticed the kidnapper. He moved his lips: "Do you need my audience, Heavenly Father?"

Mycroft glanced at the outstretched parrot, which flew to the chair he had prepared for Watson, ready to watch the show.Strictly speaking, it was a qualified spectator, and it didn't make any unnecessary noises throughout the whole process, so that Watson's entire attention was sucked away by the big devil, and he almost forgot about it.

Mycroft walked away waving his black umbrella slowly, and it suddenly said: "Actually, you can completely accept his proposal. He said that the reward is very good, and you and I can split up."

Watson paused, realizing that the 'you two' it said meant him and Sherlock, but why did it get [-]% and he and Sherlock [-]%. "Uh, you and Sherlock, I thought you were his parrot?"

"Strictly speaking, our relationship is closer than you can imagine. Oh——of course I'm not a double agent, and you'll know later, ciao~"

Watson watched helplessly as the enigmatic parrot flew towards the direction where the Great Demon King left. He deeply felt that things are really different now!

The parrot caught up with Mycroft and asked him, "How is it?"

"A goldfish with some redeeming qualities."

"Huh? I thought you were very satisfied with him, since you touched his hand just after meeting him."

"He didn't refuse, did he?" Mycroft said as if Watson really wanted to, rather than being intimidated by his eyes.

"...I'll be back in a week."

Mycroft lowered his eyelids, but said nothing.

The parrot moved its furry face closer, "Shall I kiss you to comfort you?" It continued to move closer while talking, but was unfortunately blocked by Mycroft's black umbrella at the last moment.

"It's a pity~" The regret in its tone was real, and then it flew away waving its wings.

A week later, Lin Sheng returned to land from the cruise ship, and arrived at Mycroft's office without hindrance. "Maeve, I miss you so much."

"Welcome back, ma'am." Miss Secretary kept her eyes on her BlackBerry, which was an effective way for her to keep her bonus.

Lin Sheng pushed open the office door. Mycroft was sitting on the sofa looking at a file, and he didn't even look up when he heard the sound.

"It's so cold." Lin Sheng complained half-truthfully, leaning down from behind, forcing Mycroft to look up, and gave him a warm Italian-style kiss that could melt the coldness he pretended— — given that she had only just been with her father, who had an Italian accent — before letting Mycroft go before he was about to choke to death on the back of his drool.

"Erica!" Mycroft called her name intimidatingly, but unfortunately it didn't have any deterrent effect on Lin Sheng, but she still went around to the front of the sofa.Mycroft threw the file to the other side of the sofa. It wasn't a very important file anyway, and he read it almost. He pulled her into his arms and gave his little wife a normal kiss after a long absence.

The long-lost feeling made both of them involuntarily deepen the kiss. Lin Sheng fell limply on Mycroft's body after being kissed. After parting her lips, she pressed against Mycroft's neck to breathe, and the moist hot air sprayed on the base of her ears. Finally, there were little dots there.

"I miss you." It has been four years since Lin Sheng became her pirate for two months every year after she turned 20.This time there was a bit of twists and turns, and it took half a month longer than before.

Mycroft reached out and touched the bruises under her eyes, "Me too." He patted her on the back again and again, and within a minute she fell asleep in his arms.

Miss Secretary silently glanced at her boss's next and tomorrow's itinerary. Unless there is a particularly urgent situation, I believe no one will dare to disturb it easily.After all, her boss was in some respects a perfectly normal man.

When Lin Sheng arrived at 221b Baker Street, he witnessed Sherlockby's heroic skills during his college years. It seems that even now he doesn't eat well, but after tempering, his strength is not the same.

Soon someone came to clean up the battlefield, and Lin Sheng sat down on the single sofa, "What did you do?" The special agent team around Baker Street added more people.

"Come on, don't pretend you don't know anything."

"Why am I not surprised at all." Lin Sheng took out a box of candies from his handbag, "It's a consolation gift for you, I'm sorry I didn't see you wearing an orange comfort blanket, but some kind people helped I backed up."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, heard footsteps downstairs, and pretended to pick up a book and read it.

Watson came upstairs angrily, and was about to complain, but unexpectedly there was another guest in the living room, a young girl.Watson glanced at Sherlock, obviously he didn't intend to introduce, he could only clear his throat, "Hi, I'm John, John Watson."

"I know. Nice to meet you. My name is Erica Holmes."

"Holmes? Are you Sherlock's?"

"Obviously, we're family."

Why didn't Sherlock say that he has such a beautiful sister?Look carefully, they still look a bit alike, but I don't know how their personalities are?Wouldn't it be similar to her two older brothers?Watson thought a lot for a moment, and somehow felt that her voice sounded familiar.

"I just came back from a trip, and I know what you guys went through together. It wasn't such a bad day, was it? But, John, I think you need some candies to relax now." Lin Sheng pushed the box of candies in John's direction After pushing, Sherlock suddenly became interested, and he smiled at Watson and said, "You're welcome, John."

Before Watson could ponder the deep meaning of Lin Sheng's words, he took a lemon-yellow candy from the candy box despite the kindness - that box of colorful candies looked very high-end and delicious - and put it in two Under the gaze of both eyes, he stuffed it into his mouth.

John H. Watson, a retired military doctor, didn't cry when he was shot, but he cried so hard after eating this candy, as if all the pain and sorrow of everything that went wrong could be wiped away by crying bitterly. Like crying.

Sherlock glanced at the perpetrator with burning eyes, Lin Sheng didn't change his face, come on, Sherlock, don't pretend to be innocent.The two of them exchanged glances tacitly, and then continued to watch Watson swearing in dismay. After about 6 minutes, the voice gradually died down.

"John, are you all right?"

Watson raised his head with tears in his eyes, and met the two worried faces. He wished he could find a crack in the ground and slip in.Of course, the floor of 221b Baker Street had not been pierced by Sherlock, and Watson staggered to the bathroom to wash his face.

"Ha! Poignant candy, 5 minutes and 50 seconds, it seems that he still remembers what he said clearly. Besides, Sherlock, you are as impressive as ever." During this nearly 6 minutes, Sherlock accounted for 2 minutes, given that they've only known each other for a week.

"Lucky John." Sherlock brought the box of candy to him and studied it carefully.

"Bitter, bitter, sweet, it's up to you to choose. Don't be polite to me, Sherlock."

Sherlock, who has never been polite to others, accepted the candy very rudely.