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

My name is John H. Watson, a military doctor, and I share a room at 221B Baker Street with my roommate Sherlock Holmes.

My roommate, Sherlock Holmes, claims to be a consulting detective.He's a bit venomous, but I know he's not a bad person, and a little tsundere--that's the adjective Harley told me.

On the first night I rented with Sherlock, I was called over to drink tea by a small employee of the British government who claimed to be his old enemy.He said he hoped I could serve him and monitor Sherlock.

Fortunately, I believed his words, thinking that he would hurt Sherlock, and refused his reward.

"You can promise him, and then we will share the money equally." Afterwards, my roommate said so.

"Oh, he—he is a fat man with a strong desire for control."

My roommate squinted her gray eyes, showing stubbornness and annoyance, but also happiness.

I looked at Sherlock's happy face and serious face, thinking.

this child,

Could it be that you are sick?

Sherlock Holmes is running around again!

I climbed upstairs just in time to see the driver pointing a gun at Sherlock.There were two pill bottles on the table in front of them, and the driver seemed to be forcing him to make a choice.I rushed to the window at once, pointed my hand at the serial killer, and shot him dead.Sherlock put his hands on the driver's shoulders and kept shaking them. Finally, the driver's mouth opened and closed, and then there was no more movement.

"Brother Jim, you've been exposed." An immature child's voice came, and I looked around vigilantly.

"On the contrary, little Reece," said another male voice, "everything is arranged naturally."

"Maybe, but in two years..."

"I am not afraid of death."

I suddenly remembered the black Bentley in front of the hospital when I rushed here before, and I gripped the gun more tightly.

"Oh..." The two voices overlapped.

"Someone came here uninvited."

My vision suddenly became much clearer, because all the lights in the corridor were turned on.In the empty corridor, in the dark night sky, the cries of ghosts seemed to echo in Butts Hospital.The wind howled, the window at the end of the stairway was blown open, and the smell of gunpowder smoke hit my face, which made me even more nervous.

I saw a cute little girl about nine years old push open the door of the stairwell and come in.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. John Watson." She bowed politely, and I suddenly realized that the owner of the previous voice was her.But she is only a little girl about nine years old!This is outrageous!Could it be the Holmes family?

I changed my mind and immediately denied my guess, after all Sherlock said he only had one brother.

"who are you?"

"Christina...it's no fun to say the last name now." She rubbed the doll in her arms, tilted her head, and smiled innocently at me.

"There is one more person!"

"Brother Jim is leaving first, and you will meet him later."

I pointed the gun at her head, years of experience in the military reminded me not to underestimate anyone, even if she is just a little girl.

"What are you doing!" I asked in a bad tone, but she was still standing calmly, even raising her eyebrows exaggeratedly.Christina walked forward slowly until she was about three meters away from me.I froze my arms and pointed the gun at her, motionless.

"I'm going to shoot!"

"Cappuccino."

"Yes, king." The third voice sounded, and I looked around in amazement, but found nothing.

"Mr. Watson, please bow your head."

I saw a few laser red dots on the clothes and got it.

"I want to negotiate a deal with you." Christina smoothed the puppet's curly hair again, "It's related to Sherlock."

"No, I refuse."

"What I mean is, as long as you are willing not to abandon him when he is in danger, I will give you a handsome reward." She said this, her eyes shone golden for a while and glowed green for a while under the white light of the hospital corridor. "Cappuccino," she called again.

"As you wish, king."

"Don't change your lines." Christina stomped her feet unhappily, and my phone vibrated.I took it out and saw that it was a transfer message - it said that [-] pounds had been transferred to my bank card.I looked up at her in surprise.

"not enough?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Christina," I shook my head, my heart bleeding, "I can't accept this ten thousand pounds. I'd like to go on an adventure with Holmes—I agree to your request."

"Then, the ten thousand pounds..."

"Doctor Watson, let's treat the ten thousand pounds as mental damages." Christina smiled surprisingly, and I squinted at her for a while, her expression seemed relieved?

"King, your call. It's from your master, Mr. Gu Yi."

"Connect." Christina didn't care about me standing aside, "This is Christina, may I ask?"

"Teacher," a lady's voice on the other end of the phone sounded old, "Go back to Karma Taj, I know you are in London." After a pause, "Kama Taj's internet speed is too slow, hurry up Come back and fix it, "A Song of Ice and Fire" will start broadcasting soon!"

I saw Christina's face darken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Got it!" She gritted her teeth and complied with the request. "Cappuccino, I shouldn't have left Karma Taj in Karma Taj!"

"Sherlock, you don't have a sister?"

"No."

The author has something to say:

Sherlock: I don't have a sister, not a single one!

Mycroft: No, you didn't. (happy to see it happen)

When Oros and Christina return:

Sherlock: It smells so good!

Roll for a harvest, collect it!

Thank you little angel for the nutrient solution 233

Preview of the next chapter:

Sherlock Holmes

After thinking for a long time, I still removed the last paragraph.

9:07 Minor repairs