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

Actually, I still like Christina Holmes very much.

Except for this girl's venomous mouth and straightforward personality, everything else...is fine. (No, I'll always remember 'Mike Holmes')

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"Hi Christina, how are you doing?" I asked Jarvis to connect to the cappuccino and video call her.

She walked with Bruce Wayne, holding a black box in her hand, pointing at her surroundings.There is a doll on her right shoulder, dressed in a strange way, with white foundation on her face, like a clown in a circus.

"What's her name?" I asked with great interest. I knew very well that she would bring a doll with her every time she went out, and she also had a very strange name.For example, when I first met her, the doll she carried was named Toni.

No matter how it sounds, it's weird.

"Jerome," she said.

I smiled, accidentally saw her pale hospital tiled wall in the background, and couldn't help feeling worried.

She's ill?

"I'm not sick, this is the Arkham Asylum." She answered my doubts unceremoniously, just like before, "—and I have no history of mental illness, absolutely nothing!" Christina puffed up her cheeks, Angry like a pufferfish.I know she's upset about something in the past, and time is running out here, so I won't say much for now.

"Just kidding...Wait, where is this?!" I didn't hide my surprise.

Arkham Asylum, is this Arkham?Arkham of Gotham!

My God, what did she do in Gotham!

"Yes, is there a problem?" She tilted her head, showing a puzzled expression as if she wanted to be cute, but unfortunately, I don't like this.

"Jarvis, book a plane ticket and get Christina out of Gotham!" I yelled, Christina may not understand, but I know what kind of city Gotham is - the crime rate is the highest in the United States, full of psychopaths and lunatics. City Run City!

As the saying goes, Gotham City has a simple and honest folk style, and Arkham has a lot of talents.

"I'm not going back!" Christina was obviously upset, "Don't treat me like a three-year-old!"

"You are not ten years old, how old are you! Underage!" I was annoyed, children always do this, do not listen to adults' advice, and insist on doing their own thing.But I suddenly realized that my expression seemed too ferocious, Rees suddenly pouted his mouth, his eyes were red.

"Zi la - zi la -"

The black-and-white snowflake screen replaced the original video, and I was taken aback, but Christina's soothing voice came immediately.

"It's okay, it's just..." Christina's tone was still so relaxed, but I could clearly hear Wayne's shortness of breath next to her.A kind of uneasiness suddenly grew in my heart.

"I personally think that you will miss me, Mr. Wayne,—and our little guest, Miss Christina." A voice different from Wayne and Reese's sounded, and I stood up abruptly, clenching my hands into fists.Even though the video call isn't fixed yet, I can still picture this:

Christina and Wayne huddled in the corner of the hospital. The clown in a purple suit and lipstick of an unknown color was approaching them step by step, and the chainsaw in his hand was rumbling like thunder.

While I was trying to think hard, Jarvis suddenly interrupted my thoughts and said:

"Sir, I think you should look at the screen first."

I raised my head after a while, and the screen had been restored. Christina seemed to be walking towards the clown. Wayne's expression was not very good, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He was scared and cowered in the corner.

"Christina Holmes!" I roared, forgetting even her pretended surname.

"Oh? Holmes?" The clown giggled twice, and then laughed out loud inexplicably. I took a closer look at him.

His face was very white, it seemed to be the same color as the walls of the hospital, and he was wearing lipstick. His green hair was covered with hairspray, making it look flat and smooth.A purple suit jacket, a pair of sunglasses, and a British-style hat on his head added a bit of mystery to him.

"Nice tomeet you Christina Holmes," the clown drew a circle around the brim of his hat, and the white gloves that couldn't see the fabric looked more like silver-white knives and death's sickles. "I am..."

"Jerome, I know." Christina put down the doll in her hand and walked forward.She is far away from the screen, which is very obvious, because I can only see her black and gray back, and I can't see her expression at all.

But I'm sure she's excited.

"Christina Holmes, what on earth are you trying to do!" I was so anxious that I smashed the parts I had been holding in my hand.Christina glanced back, which made me feel inexplicably strange.

Is this really the Christina Holmes I know?

The talented, restrained Reese?

The author has something to say:

In fact, everyone has a dark side.

Christina's dark side has always been there, it's just been controlled all the time.She saw the return of Oros in the future, accepted and delighted by Sherlock, father and mother, and suddenly felt jealousy that everyone knew.

This kind of psychology is normal.

This is the last draft.

Then wait.

don't give up~

There is a boy in our class who has a cat. His parents don’t care about his cat. He sells cat food for his cat with the money in his meal saving card every day; he also makes super delicious butterfly cakes.

EMMM...

This kind of warm man is rare in the world, the problem is that before this, I always thought he was very skinny...