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

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The plot of Shenxia has been changed!changed!

Three seasons skipped!

In other words, the four seasons and the second season will be seamlessly connected!

Mo Niang will not die!Won't! (Nonsense my male god)

The return of Dongfeng will be released later, but it will be soon.Let's finish the Gotham Line first.

My Tian Er brushes Hannibal, and the people of Uncle Bal are going to cry.

Pulling the cup is really sugar-free, even scarier than EC QAQ

I have to wait for my return...

Preview of the next chapter:

rooftop showdown

Sherlock Holmes (James Moriarty)

third person god perspective

Fumo warns Fuhua carefully.

But this article will not have an obvious cp tendency, it's just that the next chapter looks a bit fumo.

I’ve been so decadent lately that the countdown to saving manuscripts has started hahaha:) I have a roommate named Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world with an IQ of 187.

My roommate has an older brother named Mycroft Holmes, the British government of the Walker, with an IQ of 256.

My IQ is not as good as the two of them, nor is my height.

but...

None of them are better than me in terms of being dumped by a girl.

This cold and bitter world!

Today I took the subway and a girl smiled at me.

She looks very delicate, her brown-black hair is tied up by a black headband, her sea-colored pupils do not contain any variegated colors, and her black windbreaker is tailored very charmingly, which is exquisite and cute against her small face. It looked as if it hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and it was extremely pale.

"Hello," she said standing not far away, we were only two meters apart, "Nice to meet you."

We chatted and even exchanged facebook accounts, she was very friendly and helpful.

Before leaving, she covered her mouth and laughed twice. I raised my head in doubt, and she bent her eyes, "John, I'm sorry to remind you now——you have a daisy pinned to your temple."

I embarrassingly touched my right hand to my ear and took the flower down.Although I don't show any emotion on the surface, I have scolded Sherlock countless times in my heart.

This brat Sherlock is making trouble again!

Isn't it Mr. Philip (the skull) who took him? !

As for it!

"Daisies are beautiful, Mr. John. Goodbye."

The subway stopped when it arrived at the station, and the girl got out of the car.She was carrying a light pink gift bag that appeared to contain a photo album.

"John Watson." When I got off the subway, I saw Christina standing at the entrance of the subway station with her arms folded. "East wind blows." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked into the retro-style building opposite the subway station.

really have personality...

-221B Baker Street-

"Sherlock, the east wind is blowing." Mycroft's collared shirt was untidy for the first time, and his gray pupils were bottomless.He is known as the walking British government, and there is still a day when he loses his composure.

Sherlock continued to play the violin, or rather, continued to saw the violin.

"Eastern wind blowing?" I repeated in doubt, and when I thought of Christina's words, an ominous black cloud enveloped me.

"Sherlock, smoke low-tar cigarettes." Mycroft tapped the table rhythmically, as if playing a piece of music.He obviously saw the ash in the crystal ashtray, and then used his proud observation ability to draw conclusions. "Doctor Watson, please come with me."

Sherlock put down his violin for a rare moment, and seemed about to say something, but Mycroft ignored him.

I was surprised, after all, Mycroft's younger brother (that's what Harry told me) would never ignore Sherlock unless——

What happened, he didn't want Sherlock to know.

(For the first time, I feel that my IQ is a little higher)

-Club of Diogenes-

There are many photos spread out on the Red Pine Table Mountain. I leaned over and saw many familiar faces.

"These people," Mycroft pointed to the photos on the table, and pushed one of them towards me, "are all top killers in the world."

"Moriarty is holding a code that claims to be able to break through all security systems in the world—he said he hid this code at 221B Baker Street." He pursed his lips, but still took a few pictures slowly.People in positions of power are always extremely confident, but Mycroft has the capital of self-confidence, just because of his proud wisdom.

"Mr. Mycroft," I asked, frowning, "do you know Christina? I saw her the other day in Baskerville, and her relationship with Moriarty..."

"Yes, her full name is Christina Steele. As for the highest authority? My dear Watson, she is my political enemy. She can come and go anywhere, at any time, like a ghost."

"Her relationship with Moriarty?"

"No comment, this is top secret." Mycroft's smile has been maintained at a tepid level, never changing.

I knew I couldn't get anything out of the British government in human form, or I wouldn't be a doctor in a clinic.I even have a feeling that he made up these words casually.

"The east wind is blowing?"

My roommate, with his arms covered in nicotine patches, now looks less like a high-intelligence consulting detective and more like a drug-addicted teenager.

"John, am I forgetting something?"

"For example...a younger sister named Oulos?"