Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

In the UK, Holmes represents absolute authority and the British government.They are all outstanding representatives in their respective fields, and no Sherlock Holmes is an exception.

I, Mycroft Holmes, am the equivalent of the British government.

Orlos Holmes, an epoch-making genius, surpassed Newton's existence.

Christina Holmes, the existence beyond Oros, was already a figure that the entire MI6 and S.H.I.E.L.D. were quite afraid of at the age of three.After all, she conquered the three safest places in London, and after taking a look at Baltimore, she solved all the targeted crimes set by Hannibal Lecter.

As for Sherlock...

Christina said that he would turn out to be a one-of-a-kind detective, and I think that was absolutely unexpected and understandable.

Then Oulos told me realistically that it was because Sherlock's profession was created by himself.

"I am a consulting detective, the only one in the world. (I am the only consulting detective in the world.)" Oulos raised a pale and indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth, put the violin in his hand back on his shoulder again, and played slowly.Her piano sound is melodious and beautiful, but the first impression is always 'incredibly dangerous'. "Oh, poor Sherlock."

"Shut up, Oulos." I unconsciously clenched my black umbrella, which never leaves me, and raised my head, trying to make myself look like a big brother. "Sherlock..."

"His stupid little head has erased the memory of me and Christina." Oulos' piano sound stopped abruptly, probably because of the light, and there was a touch of unknown anger and sadness in her eyes.I think I must have been tired of working on MI6 recently to have such a bizarre illusion.

"It's the brain's self-protection mechanism." There was an unquestionable objection in my tone, and I corrected her.

"What's the difference?" Oulos turned her head away, I couldn't see her expression.But I know it won't be so good.Because there was a slight reflection, which shot straight into my eyes.

"That's how you treat Christina, right?" She played the violin again, her pale face revealing the sadness and regret suppressed in her heart. "—That's right, the humanoid British government has always been called such a funny name by the outside world."

I did not speak.

Because Christina scares me even more, since she is only a three-year-old child.It is still the point I have been insisting on: no Sherlock Holmes should be underestimated.Not to mention Sherlock Holmes in Sherlock Holmes.

"She's fine, at..." I stopped.

I remembered little things.

On January 1992, 1, Musgrave Hall burned down.

The interrogation room of MI1992, January 1, 3.

Christina sat silently on the only chair in the center of the venue, her hands were handcuffed on the small table in front of her.In this oppressive atmosphere, I decided to strike first.

"Why did you shoot FBI Agent White?" I asked, a bead of sweat rolling off my temples.

She just smiled lightly, then raised her eyebrows and said:

"I will erase all accidents."

"What do you mean?"

"His appearance was an accident."

I didn't understand, but I vaguely felt that the conversation was about to be restrained by her, so I simply changed the subject.But she cut me off.

"All of this should be an established fact. I hate accidents.—Excuse me, your future is already established." She paused, "Don't put Oulos in a mental hospital, she is not crazy."

I wanted to put Oros in a mental hospital because she wasn't fit to talk to normal people. I even contacted Arkham in Gotham[1] for this, but she saw it right away.After all, even Uncle Rudy didn't know about it.

"Who are you?" I asked suddenly - in fact, I shouldn't be surprised by this, because Oros is also so strange, geniuses always have some fluffy little hobbies.

After asking, I was taken aback.

"Just a truth seeker," she replied.

Oh.

One of my younger sisters has a high IQ and is anti-social, and she always utters sarcasm. People give her the titles of 'topic buster' and 'epoch-making genius'.

Another younger sister has been identified as an advanced stage of Secondary Syndrome, which is terminally ill and cannot be cured. She always says that she pursues the truth and likes to play with dolls.

Today, I am still worrying about my hairline.

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[1] Arkham was still very clear at the time, and the Joker hadn't appeared yet.

Never mind the grammatical errors on the cover...

oh my god i'm retarded...

geniuses instead of Genius