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

As a senior agent of MI6, I am honored to introduce my experience to you.

As you all know, my immediate boss, Mycroft Holmes, has an uneasy younger brother named Sherlock Holmes.A sociopath with a high IQ who shoots at walls every day and complains to his roommates about us hardworking agents.I really have had enough!

So I asked Anthea for a paid leave of absence to comfort me from the year-long scare I'd had on little Holmes.

Anthea is right.

But the boss at the top stepped in and sent me to Baskerville with a little girl to deal with the Hound Project.

Only then did I know that the unknown secret of the Sherlock Holmes family...

"shock!A clerk of the British government secretly married and gave birth to a daughter! "(error)

"Families with High IQ in Those Years in 818"

That little girl is called Christina.

"Goldfish, keep up." She was sitting in the helicopter, looking down at me.

Christina was wearing a decent tuxedo with neatly trimmed cuffs with gold stripes and piping.The lined white shirt is paired with a light blue tie, and the shiny black leather shoes step on the red carpet in the back of the helicopter, looking like a young adult.The black communicator in the pinna was also held upright.It's a pity that her unruly curly hair never seems to be straightened out.

"Hello, Miss Christina, I am Elmer Straker, one of Mr. Holmes' men." I introduced myself.

"I know." Christina interrupted me, a little impatient.

If I say, she has a better temper than little Sherlock Holmes.But that's only a little bit better.

"You also have two daughters, one is studying a master's degree in chemistry at Imperial College, and the other is only in eighth grade, at St. Petersburg Secondary School. Your wife is not working at home, and you wanted to take a paid leave to go to Hawaii for your honeymoon, but Mycroft That goldfish was called over. You don't drink or smoke, you were born in Liverpool and grew up in London, because your Cockney accent is too obvious; now you are 49 years old, and you still watch "A Song of Ice and Fire" recently, which hurts your liver Anxiety because of your beard—don't ask me why."

"Oh, your eldest daughter plans to go to Gotham University to study for a doctorate in the next year? Forget it, it won't be safe there."

"Your youngest daughter's dream is to go to NYU for a master's degree? She will be intimidated by the enthusiasm of the people of New York.[1]"

She talked a lot, but unfortunately, I didn't understand a word.

But I have to admit that what she said was right.

So far, I have only one thought on my mind——

People with menopausal syndrome, it is you.

"Leave her alone, she just wants to drive you away and go to Baskerville by herself." The voice of the immediate boss came in my ear.

"Leave me a piece of tiramisu for afternoon tea at the Diogenes Club." Christina said angrily, shedding the initial impatience in a rare way. "Reintroduce me, I'm Christina Steele[2]."

"Hello, Miss Steele." I smiled, put my hands on my lap, and waited for the helicopter to take off.The wind was blowing the remaining clouds, and the roar of the machine was humming. I leaned back on the sofa in the back row, feeling uneasy.

The scenery of Baskerville is very good. Looking down from the helicopter, the villages covered by the jungle are sparse. Not far away is a swamp called the Devil's Valley by the locals, exuding an ominous coldness.There are only a few of the jagged hills that are faintly visible.

Christina closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

We landed directly in the military restricted area, and three officers quickly surrounded us and led us into the research institute, with no obstacles along the way.

Except for one small accident——

I saw Sherlock Holmes!

In the end we still meet Sherlock.

John Watson was speechless in astonishment.

"you..."

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Watson." Christina frowned and said unhappily, with exactly the same expression as Sherlock.

"You are from Mycroft." Sherlock said in an affirmative tone.

"No, I'm not affiliated with MI6."

"She's the little girl who was with Moriarty that day!" John Watson interrupted the conversation of the two highly intelligent, looking very nervous. "The night you met that driver, I was at Butts Hospital..."

"Soldier, he is not Mr. Mycroft Holmes. These two gentlemen have stolen the highest authority." Christina leaned intimately on the doll she was holding, her pupils were a rare golden color. It seems to be dotted with stars.

I vaguely remember that Christina holds the highest authority and is at the same level as my superior.She can accuse Sherlock completely.

"Sherlock, the east wind is blowing." After Christina finished speaking, she turned around smartly, without giving Sherlock a chance to reflect.The hem of her elegant tuxedo billowed up and down.

"Your doll is so pretty, what's her name?"

"Shirley."

"Where did you buy it?"

"I do it by myself."

I don't want to communicate with her too much. QQ

The author has something to say:

The background of the goldfish is made up, lol.

It doesn't matter, as long as it reflects the heroine is enough.

[1] This refers to the Battle of New York, the Kirita Invasion.The heroine, she could see the future of this world very early on.

[2] Steele was her disguised surname.

Come on and prepare for the high school entrance examination!

Must be 20 points higher than the score line of the High School Attached to Nanshi Normal University!