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

Christina didn't seem to welcome my presence, which was normal since neither she nor Oros liked me.I don't really care much about it, but I'm happy to share the strawberry shortcake with her.

We were on the plane to the British Empire and she was being watched by my men in handcuffs - sorry I don't tolerate accidents.

"Are you really sorry?" Christina raised her head lightly, "Stop being ridiculous, fat man."

"Shut up." I clenched the handle of my umbrella, "You are the smartest in the whole world, go to Gotham to play mess, mess, big, gun, fight with the clown."

"Go if you can." She seemed a little annoyed, but never mind, "My dear Mycroft, that little thing at MI6 moved your hairline back 0.468053cm,"

"madness."

Great Christina Holmes summary.

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I'm really the most failed brother in the world, a brother who is rebellious and non-mainstream, who goes to Buckingham Palace wrapped in a bath towel, and is addicted to nicotine patches.

The two younger sisters are more capable than the other, and the older one is easier to control. She was locked up in Sherlin Ford to spy on the younger brother secretly. I didn't sign her) and clowns.

It's a pity that these two younger sisters have a higher IQ than the other.

This is really the opposite! ! !

"Fatty, don't bother me." As soon as I stepped into the door of 221B, I heard the voice of my dear brother, Sherlock Holmes, at the end of the stairs.

He is really my most worry-free brother.

"Isn't this John?" I pushed open the door, and Sherlock put the violin on the coffee table in an instant, and sat cross-legged on the single sofa with nothing to do. "Oh, Sherlock, smoke low-tar cigarettes."

I looked at the ashtray and said.

"You've repeated it three times, it's always the last time, and it hasn't been poured out yet." Sherlock looked at me mockingly. "Where did you go, on the plane? A little cake crumbs on your tie - you shared a cake? Oh fat, Mummy will be very happy."

"No, she won't."

If Mommy knew, I would be killed by her.

After all, Mommy's love for Reese is really...

"A man?" Sherlock asked half-jokingly, though I didn't think so. "It's okay, Mummy will still be happy."

"..."

My brother is so annoying!

"Wait, Sherlock, who gave you this card?" I walked to the door and accidentally found a blue card with light blue stripes on the dining table, which was very delicate.

"Aiolos Musgrave." Sherlock didn't answer me, it was John who answered me. "I remember living at Musgrave Manor when I was a kid. What an odd name."

"What!" I tried my best not to sound surprised, but Sherlock still looked up alertly. "You are mistaken, my stupid brother, we live at Muscle Goffrey Park."

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"I think this is very similar to the name of a person on the white list." I explained hastily, and fled, forgetting my bag.

God, there's a family portrait in that bag!

*Sherin Ford*

"You're going to see Sherlock." Christina raised her hand, and the melodious violin sound stopped abruptly.She used declarative sentences, and I raised my eyebrows.

"Please stop manipulating the cameras all over London," I said, sitting in a leather chair, staring quietly at my sister. "Bach's Goldberg Variations? It was Hannibal Lecter's favorite."

Christina nodded slowly, "—and besides, I don't need to manipulate the camera, stupid goldfish."

"Then you are amazing, aren't you?" I smiled and ignored her.Christina sat on the corner of the bed displeased, holding a blue book in her hand.

"Tell Chilton (1) not to cause trouble," she said savagely, "otherwise I don't think you'd be thinking about seeing the Internet go down all over London or something."

"Christina Holmes!" I roared, gray ripples reflected in her dark gold eyes.That seemed to be the light of my eyes.

"I don't want to hypnotize my brother." Christina put the violin on her shoulders again and pulled it up. "Mycroft, I have a lot to do, don't bother me."

"Your brain will also have a day of traffic jams."

"This world is not a simple world," she said while playing the piano with emotion, her lips pursed into a line. "Mycroft, stop your fake smile."

"My last reminder."

I snorted coldly, turned around and left, but immediately felt a burst of regret, but I didn't stop because of this.

"Walk slowly." Christina was still playing the violin. "Don't worry, Sherlock won't think of me—at least not yet."

What she meant was that Sherlock thought of Orros.

I took a breath.

"Don't underestimate Oulos, at least she has a much higher IQ than you." Christina added gloatingly.

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(1) Chilton: The dean of the Baltimore Mental Hospital has a very bad attitude towards Uncle Ba.

Late update, after the high school entrance examination, I am busier than before the high school entrance examination.

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