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

{The great and walking British government actually did such a conscienceless thing! }

At last Mycroft spoke.

Sherlock has a younger sister who was taken away by Rudy, his uncle, for setting fire to Musgrave Manor when she was very young, and her whereabouts are still missing.

Sherlock just shrugged when he knew it, not looking surprised.But he was a little too calm, so that I have been worried for the past few days, for fear that Sherlock will cause some trouble again.

"To be honest, John, there's really no need to stare at me 24 hours a day..." Sherlock sat cross-legged on the sofa, folded his hands, as always.

"Sherlock, I think it's necessary." I put the newly purchased mobile phone in my bag and threw it on the bed in the bedroom.

221B Baker Street was still peaceful until the sound of familiar footsteps came.

Sherlock fell silent.

—It was Mycroft.

"My dear brother, the illusion brought about by nicotine is only temporary, and you are so stupid to rely on it." Mycroft tapped the threshold with a black umbrella and stepped in. "For this matter, I think you should give me an explanation."

Sherlock didn't look up at all, he was calm - like the calm before the storm.

"I'm trying to find my memory."

Sherlock finally spoke, and Mycroft's gray-black pupils shrank slightly, and he clenched his fists as if stinging.That poor black umbrella not only had to bear the weight of his whole body but also had to be pinched by him.

"Why did I forget that I have a sister?"

Sherlock muttered to himself.

"The brain's self-protection mechanism?"

"impossible."

He himself rejected his own hypothesis.

"That's how it is." Mycroft pursed his lips, "You were set on fire by Oros..."

"Deep down below, the old beech tree...."

What is singing?

I looked around and Mycroft closed his eyes in pain.

Faint, but deeply rooted...

"It's impossible!" The eternal smile on the face of the always calm and reserved British government shattered, his pupils narrowed sharply, and panic seemed to engulf him. "It's impossible for Orlos to leave Sherinford! It's impossible!"

He looked obsessively at the drone that flew into the house at some point, and suddenly froze.

That song was still being sung, but the crisp and immature childish voice was like a spell calling for death, "DX model hand/thunder!" Mycroft Holmes exclaimed. "Touch and fire..."

"Dear brother, didn't you say that you don't know where my sister is locked up?"

Sherlock, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?" I looked at Mycroft. "A touch-and-go?"

"Literally." Mycroft had the urge to touch his forehead, but he still tried his best to restrain himself, every word he uttered was mixed with trembling and fear.

"Sherlock! Now is not the time to think about this!" I didn't dare to move, for fear that Sherlock would do something out of the ordinary, so I signaled with my eyes.I wasn't relieved until Sherlock nodded.

and many more......

nod? !

******

Even though Sherlock sincerely apologized to me afterwards, I still have lingering fears.Walking in the corridor of the hospital, a familiar voice sounded at the corner.It's the British government, the brilliant British government.

Mycroft was so enraged that he lost his usual demeanor and was completely oblivious to my approach.

"How could you not have noticed that she left Sherinford!"

"You are responsible for this batch of goods, why didn't you know it was taken away by Oulos!"

Mycroft growled angrily.

"Sherlock can't know, this will stimulate his brain.-I ask you, Christina, do you really know nothing about this, or do you choose to ignore it?"

Christina?

Is he saying, Christina Steele?

Wasn't that the political enemy of Mycroft Holmes?Why, Mycroft's words sound like a conversation with an insider?

I felt that I was wrapped in a mysterious mystery, everything that happened seemed false and unbelievable.Even seeing it with my own eyes is unbelievable.

"How much did you hear about the call just now?"

Mycroft hung up the phone, staring at me with dark gray eyes.

"Don't tell Sherlock a word."

he warned.

I froze for a moment, but finally nodded.

"No matter what, military doctor, I hope you can protect Sherlock, at least don't betray him—of course, I'm not jealous of you, or threatening you. There are some things..." Mycroft gently tapped the tip of his umbrella on the ground , The marble tiles in the hospital made a crisp knocking sound, "Sherlock better not know, and neither do you."

The author has something to say:

In the next few chapters, Little E will return, and CH will return for a while, but it will follow closely.

When E returns, Nini will become Iron Man.The family photo was taken away by Maggie, but Little Curly still took a photo. He is still in a state where the shackles of memory are about to be broken.

Recently, I have to be busy with competitions and placement tests, so I can't even read the book list (I only know now that the book list I got seems to be just the tip of the iceberg)

I think that watching "The Plague" after reading "The Man in the Game" will drive Camus crazy...

There are too many slots this summer...

By the way, I forgot to mention, I watched Spider-Man Far From Home and felt so embarrassed.

Edith Edith sounds like the name of the heroine of Xinkeng....

I swear this name was just an accident, not a high-end interpretation like Nini.

Push it again, the column has:

Edith Chesterton (Edith·Chesterton) is a schizophrenic high IQ sociopath in various senses.

But she's low key, very, very.

She's currently still honestly attending Midtown High, pretending to be an idiot.

But she has a rubbish system, which claims to be a super anti-control system, which predicts the time when Edith's Virgin Mary personality seizes the sovereignty of the body, and then makes a contract with her at the speed of light. .

This is a job with no double breaks, no three insurances and one housing fund.

Then every time she travels through time, she must die unnaturally, making her brother, who is the villain, die in agony.

The only gratifying thing is that she has a few more personalities.

After she has worn several worlds,

Super Plus enjoy!

The dimensional wall is broken!

It's broken!

broken!

Now!

Edith looked at her psychiatrist, professor of physics, and neighbor across the door without tears: "Brother, listen to me!"

And Gotham's little crime prince, Scrap Iron King, who is on TV every day;

The Dark Lord of the British wizarding world.