[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The follow-up processing of the Hydra base was taken over by a department starting with M in the British government.

Lestrade did not find the Koh-i-Noor crown in the base, which made Oliver a little confused, but Lestrade patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Sherlock said Moriaty would return the Koh-i-Noor, although I'm a little worried about this guy's reputation."

Oliver didn't speak.

In the end Moriaty did bring the Koh-i-Noor back, in a very special and very personal way.

London ushered in a week-long snowstorm, and the BAU team's special plane could not take off. Seeing that the Christmas holiday was still a few days away, Hotch simply approved the team members' vacation and spent a new year in Europe.

Rossi took Morgan and Prentiss to Italy, Garcia heard the news and screamed at Morgan who had abandoned her, and ordered him to bring back special products.Although it is rare to see sunshine in Italy in winter, it is at least warmer than the British Isles. Attracted by the libraries of various European countries, Reid also followed them to the European continent through the undersea tunnel through the English Channel.

Kate went back to her parents' house first, and Oliver hadn't decided whether to go back with her to meet the two elders who had never met.He's currently staying in London with Hotch, wandering around, for example, taking a serious look at the British Museum, they've been going to the safekeeping room where no one is allowed to enter, just looking at the pile of jewels is not very interesting.

Moriaty was in the museum and gave the Koh-i-Noor to Oliver.

"I have to admit, Oliver, you're quick. I thought I'd be in the wild for Christmas." Moriaty smiled, showing his two tiny canine teeth. "As a thank you."

He handed a paper bag to Oliver, and the chewing gum in his mouth spit out a bubble and popped in the air, "Happy New Year."

Oliver glanced down at the contents of the bag, this tmd is the Koh-i-Noor, and Moriaty actually gave him the Koh-i-Noor in the museum without protection.

Oliver gasped, and when he looked up again, Moriaty was gone.

Oliver found a bench and sat down in a quiet and deserted small exhibition hall, his eyes were empty.

"Oliver," Hotch, who was going to buy coffee just now, found him, walked over quickly, and handed Oliver a cup of hot milk.

"Thank you." Oliver's face was blank, which made Hotch feel that something was wrong.

"what happened?"

Oliver took a sip of the milk, the edges of his mouth were covered with white fluff, and he handed the bag to Hotch, "Look, Moriaty brought it."

Hotch frowned and took the paper bag, the diamonds in the bag shone brightly under the strong light.

"Mountain of Light." He whispered.

"Well, yes." Oliver nodded slowly, "I don't quite understand why Moriaty gave me this thing in the museum, just like I don't quite understand how he slipped through the security check."

How about giving him valuable cultural relics in the museum?Want him to be cast as a jewel robber? Moriaty's bad humor gave Oliver goosebumps, poor Sherlock.

"I'll call Lestrade," Hotch said.

"Yeah." Oliver rested his head on Hotch's shoulder, "Then you have to hurry up, I saw that camera turn around."

Smile, damn Moriaty.

Oh, by the way, this Koh-i-Noor crown in my pocket is another fake.

It is estimated that even Moriaty himself did not find out, or that the group of high-level executives who fled with the Koh-i-Noor did not know that what they were holding was a fake, and Hydra had long had internal strife.

Oliver asked Lestrade for a list of captured Hydra researchers, Maria was not included.

Oliver guessed that she had escaped with the real Koh-i-Noor crown, and Maria was incredibly tenacious.

He didn't tell Lestrade the news, pity his hairline, this sample is much better than the crown that burned when it was illuminated by the light last time, from the material point of view, they are almost exactly the same, but there is no such thing as the Koh-i-Noor. With the power.

Oliver doesn't want to challenge a Hydra base again, unless Maria finds him again, and then to solve this problem.

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Hotch went out early in the morning without telling Oliver what he was going to do?

Oliver walked slowly towards Baker Street alone on the streets of London after the snow.The phone rang in the red telephone box with British characteristics on the side of the road, and Oliver took a step aside to avoid disturbing others to answer the phone.

However, he only walked less than 50 meters. Looking back, he looked at the footprints on the snow, crooked like a crawling snake, all in order to avoid the ringing of the phone.

Until a woman in business attire reached out and stopped him.

Oliver looked up at her in confusion, "Do I know you?"

"No, sir, please get in the car." Her voice was emotionless, and Oliver's eyes were drawn to the black luxury car parked by the side of the road.

Oliver blinked, how did he forget this, how could a certain brother not invite him to drink tea and talk about life after he shot a bullet in the heart of his brother?

So Oliver got into the car without hesitation.

The woman sat on the other side and kept sending messages on her mobile phone. Oliver asked curiously, "May I know your name?"

"Maria."

"Oh, I also met a Maria a few days ago, who is also very beautiful, but unfortunately she is not a kind person."

"You can call me Emily, too."

"Emily, that's a good name, a female colleague of mine is also named Emily. She's a nice person and has a cat."

"Kate, please."

"Kate, that's my mother's and my aunt's name."

"Lily."

"This is my sister, but then again, how many names do you have? Maybe I should call you Name?" Oliver smiled easily.

Maria finally moved her gaze from the phone screen to Oliver's face, "We are here, sir, please get out of the car."

Oliver raised his eyebrows, buttoned two buttons of his suit, got out of the car and walked towards the open gate of the factory.

In the empty hall of the factory, there is a man of medium stature standing against the light, holding a black umbrella in his right hand, like the image of the big boss behind the scenes in a spy movie.

"It sounds like you had a nice chat with my secretary, Mr. Williams."

"Well, she has an interesting name. May I know what you usually call her? Do you always call her Secretary? Mr. Mycroft."

There was a small tremor in Mycroft's left hand, and Oliver was surprised to see it.

Mycroft turned around, still with the light behind him, Oliver couldn't see his face clearly, but Mycroft could clearly see the confident American agent standing in front of him.

"You've never been afraid from the beginning, you know me," Mycroft said firmly, and the head of the umbrella hit the ground twice.

"I'm not afraid, because I believe that a British government official can do nothing to harm the citizens of other countries, which will cause international disputes. As for you, Mr. Mycroft, I have heard the name."

"You know who you're going to see when you get out of the car, which makes me curious."

"It's profiling, sir. It's my job."

"Your job, let's talk about this, about that shot you shot at your brother?"

"I want you to know that I'm a mutant," Oliver said frankly. "I know what I can and cannot do with my abilities. And this little act is just within the scope of my abilities. Your brother is alive and well now, and it's completely fine." Come home for family Christmas gatherings, you don't have to worry."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes.

Oliver explained: "I saw that, um, the lady named Maria today is sending a message to arrange the defense and protection of the suburbs, and you probably don't have a partner yet, so you can only take your brother home."

"You're very smart, Agent Williams. I don't know if you have seen the basic deductive method of Shedi. He is somewhat similar to profiling."

"Of course, Sherlock's wisdom is impressive. The basic deduction and profiling have their own merits, but unfortunately he is far behind you in dealing with people." Oliver said honestly, if Sherlock can be as smooth as Mycroft, then the British government is now the two Brother's world.

"No need to flatter me," Mycroft said. "Your ring is beautiful."

Oliver frowned slightly, not quite comfortable with Mycroft's sudden change of subject. Both Holmes brothers seemed interested in the ring.

"Sherlock mentioned it, who gave it to you? As far as I know, you have a boyfriend, but you're not engaged. And you wear this ring on your right index finger."

"It was given by the elders in the family." Oliver stroked the diamond on the ring.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for giving me some time, my secretary will take you back to the city, where are you going?"

"221b Baker Street."

"Do you have a case for Sherlock?"

"No, instead of going to Sherlock, I want to learn how to make strawberry brownies with Mrs. Hudson. I think you have a sweet tooth, Mr. Mycroft."

Mycroft smiled, and secretly tightened his stomach so that the velvet vest would not outline the shape of his belly.

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"Mrs. Hudson, it's me." Oliver smiled and knocked on the door of 221b.

"Oh, Oliver, I'm so glad you're here, come in, Sherlock and John are here." Mrs. Hudson hugged him and led him upstairs.

"Boring! Boring!" Oliver heard the gunfire and his cursing before he saw Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson quickened her pace, her plush slippers thumping on the solid wooden steps, "Sherlock! You shot at the wall again."

Sherlock paused for a moment to pull the trigger. Oliver followed Mrs. Hudson and looked up to see the V on the wall connected by black bullet holes.

"Without a case, my brain is really boring." He fired another shot as he said.

"It'll be counted into your rent," Mrs. Hudson threatened.

Sherlock stopped firing, but not because of Mrs. Hudson's threats, simply because he ran out of bullets in his gun.He threw the gun in the pile of newspapers beside him, took his violin, and used his fingers instead of the bow to pluck the strings aimlessly, and the violin made a harsh noise.

"Sorry, it's been like this when Sherlcok has no cases." John apologized to Oliver when he heard the noise coming down the stairs.

"Not this time, John," Mrs. Hudson interrupted. "If you go back with Sherlock for Christmas, he'll be very happy."

"Mrs. Hudson," John rubbed his forehead, "I'm not a match for him."

"So friends can't spend Christmas together?" Oliver asked amusedly, taking his noise maker from Sherlock's hand and putting it on the bookcase, ignoring Sherlock's shocked eyes.

John found it hard to argue back.